Making a deck of cards, help + suggestions please?Hi, Whovians! I'm working on making a deck of cards, Dr. Who style. I need help finding characters to use on the cards.Making a deck of cards, help + suggestions please? by FuschiaPheonix
I'm going to use the 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th Doctors as the kings.
Rose, Martha, Donna, and Clara (or Amy?) will be the queens.
Jack, Mickey, Peter, and Rory(?) as jacks.
For the suits, instead of the normal hearts, spades, diamonds, and clubs, I'm trying to find other symbols. I was thinking TARDIS, sonic screwdriver, double hearts, and ?.
Oh, and for colors, blue and red instead of black and red.
What do you all think? This is a little hard for me, because I have very limited knowledge of anything that happens beyond the fourth season. I've only watched up to The End of Time, partly because stupid Netflix took Dr. Who off, and partly because I loved the tenth Doctor so much it was hard to watch anything without him in it. :3
So, please, give me help and suggestions! Hopefully, I'll be able to finish the deck and post them here on DA. :
DW: Right Place, Wrong TimeAUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a prologue to New Begninngs.DW: Right Place, Wrong Time by Shantella
The world was spinning around her. Travelling by Dimension Canon was a lot harder on the body than she imagined it would be. Rose whipped her arm out blindly to see if she could steady herself, and to her relief it came to rest on a wooden door. She blinked as she tried to clear her vison. Her head felt like it was trying to rip itself in two and she felt her lunch ready to leave her stomach. And at that thought, it did. The act actually helped a tiny bit as the nausea left almost as quickly as it came. She looked back to the wooden door her hand rested on and noticed the colour; blue. She looked even further up and saw windows and a black sign with white lettering.
POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX
Her heart leapt at the sight. Her first trip through the Dimension Canon and she found the TARDIS. She smiled and felt like jumping for joy.
DW: New Beginnings PART 5COMPLETELY HUMANDW: New Beginnings PART 5 by Shantella
Rose stepped into her bedroom with a smile on her face. She felt so blessed to have the Doctor back in her life. She removed her blue coat and went through its pockets. She still had the controls to the dimension cannon in there. She let out a happy sigh knowing that she would never have to travel like that again. It was absolutely horrible on the body. She tossed it carelessly on top of her desk. She’d dismantle it later.
Returning to her pockets she pulled out a rather interesting souvenir she picked up during her first trip through the dimension cannon. It was a small cube decorated with Gallifreyan writing and a carving of a rose on the top. She smiled at it. Her first trip through and she had found the TARDIS and a future version of the Doctor.
She still didn’t know why he gave it to her. But she was given instructions not to let the current version of him know of
A Different Take on Certain Events - Chapter 1Chapter 1 - The Stolen EarthA Different Take on Certain Events - Chapter 1 by caracoleta07
He was pumping his legs so hard against the ground but he didn’t even notice the vibrations that travelled up his legs, as his Converse hit the pavement of that deserted street. The only thing he registered was her smiling face and that she was running just as desperately towards him.
When they got close to each other, they both stopped. One more final step and the Doctor enveloped her in his arms, his face buried in her hair, chanting “Rose, Rose, Rose” over and over next to her ear.
“My Doctor,” she whispered back, fighting back tears of relief, as her arms encircled his neck and she leaned into him.
It’s hard to say how long that much anticipated embrace lasted, but even as they put some space between them, so that they could look at each other properly, neither of them stepped out of the other’s arms. Neither let go of the other.
“I thought I was never going to see you again,” he co
DW: Doctor's OrdersIt was a completely domestic gesture. Not that he would admit it, of course. The word domestic left a worse taste in his mouth than pears ever did. And for him that was really saying something. But still, he did it anyways. The Doctor, the last Time Lord in existence, known to many as the Oncoming Storm, was standing in the kitchen on board his TARDIS happily making tea for himself and his best friend in the entire universe, Rose Tyler. He was even humming, which was something new for this regeneration.DW: Doctor's Orders by Shantella
Speaking of Rose, she had yet to make an appearance. He was already mildly frustrated that his favourite human liked to spend an inordinate amount of time sleeping but today she seemed to be sleeping a lot longer than she usually did. Usually by now she had sauntered into the kitchen with an incredibly infectious smile on her face (and if he was very, very lucky it would be the one where she poked her tongue out between her te
Mother's DayNinth DoctorMother's Day by InuHalfDemon
Over 900 years of traveling time and space and he was sure he hadn’t had anyone get under his skin like Captain Jack Harkness. He thought about this as he listened to Jack recall yet another of his outrageous – both in itself and in its amount of sexual content – stories to Rose while they gathered around the console within the TARDIS. He knew though that it was more because of Rose and not so much Jack that this was the case, more because of how she was listening to and laughing with someone else now, not just him. They had all just escaped an ordeal in Kyoto, Japan in the year 1336 which was incidentally far more of an interesting excursion than the one they had made to Raxacoricofallapatorius to return the egg of a Slitheen. Jack was certainly useful. He was smart, quick, maybe too bold at times and a tiny bit reckless in others but generally – assuming he wasn’t openly flirting with any or all of the local species – he was reli
Let's Take a Sick DayLet's Take a Sick Day by Ant-And-Rubber-Trees
This is the Tenth Doctor and Rose! I hope you like it!
The Doctor came out from under the console. Something was wrong. Something felt off.
Rose wasn't here.
That was it. She was usually out here by now, telling him to get out from wherever he was, have some breakfast, clean up, and yell at him for not taking better care of himself.
After adjusting a few knobs and levers to make sure the TARDIS stayed in the Vortex, he walked down one of the hallways until he reached Rose's room. Knocking softly, and not getting more of a response than a quiet grunt, he opened the door slowly.
He was greeted with the sight of a sweaty, flushed Rose curled up under her blankets and staring at him through half-closed eyes. "Hey, Doctor," she said, voice low and gravelly.
He rushed over to her bedside, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. "You're burning up!" he exclaimed. "I feel terrible," she replied quietly.
"Shhh, don't talk. I think you're losing your voice, too," the Docto
LockdownLockdownLockdown by StormWolfRoranicus
Written for the Doctor-x-Rose-Club fanfiction contest #8
“Rose, get down!” The Doctor yelled as more sparks flew from the TARDIS console.
Rose, however, had little choice in the matter as the TARDIS suddenly lurched sideways, knocking her to the floor anyway. Deciding that it would be better to just wait it out, she clung to the coral strut nearest to her, watching as the Doctor dashed around the console, flicking switches, pushing buttons, pulling levers and- occasionally- hitting things with a mallet. Whatever the Doctor had done seemed to have worked as the ship stopped lurching and eventually settled down. Taking a deep breath and blowing the hair out of her face, Rose hesitantly peeled her hands from the strut and stood up, dusting herself down. The Doctor was looking as dishevelled as she felt; his hair was a complete mess- Rose wondered idly how he’d managed to get it even messier than usual-, his glasses were slipping down his nose, his tie had be
A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten)"Mommy?" Rose stirred awake to her daughter's voice. "I had a bad dream."A Bad Dream (Rose x Ten) by Flying-With-The-Owls
"Come here, love. What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that you and Daddy died." Rose held her daughter tightly. "Can you tell me a story?"
"Of course, sweetheart. What do you want to hear about?"
"The man who I'm named after."
"Again?" Rose stroked the young girl's silky brown hair.
"What's going on?" The Doctor stirred awake and sat up.
"Michaela couldn't sleep."
"Did you have a bad dream again?"
"Yeah." Michaela buried her head in Rose's chest. Just then, the infant in the crib began to wail.
"I think we woke Danny up." The Doctor got out of bed and picked up the noisy child. The large golden retriever thumped its tail but didn't wake up. The Doctor rocked his son back and forth until his cries turned into little mews. He walked over to the large fireplace built into the room and lit a fire before going back to his warm bed.
"Mommy, tell me about my name." Michaela looked at Rose with large eyes.
Always Be HereIt wasn't like the Doctor to be so dark and brooding for long periods of time. Rose tried to talk to him but he shut her out, ignored her. They hadn't left the TARDIS in a few days. Rose wasn't even sure if theh were still in the vortex or if they'd landed.Always Be Here by midnighttopha
She found him in what she called his study, a room with a desk, shelves of books, and an oversized leather armchair. He was sitting in the chair and for the first time, Rose thought he looked so small. His head was in his hands, elbows resting on the desk. He didn't look up when she came beside him.
All she did was sit on the rug and stay silent, a tactic she hadn't tried yet. He reached down, searching for her hand and held it tightly, like he was afraid she would disappear. A few moments later he began to speak softly.
"200 years ago, Rose."
She stayed quiet, waiting to see if he'd continue.
"Roughly 200 years ago, I killed everyone. The Time War ended. Everything ended and I'm alone." He looked at her, the only tear sh
Memoria AgerMemoria AgerMemoria Ager by aqua-mirage
Characters: 10, Rose
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: He opens his eyes, and she's standing on the other side of the stream, smiling softly.
He had always avoided coming here. Nightmares were just as easy to conjure as daydreams on Memoria Ager, and often more potent; nine hundred years had left him with more darkness than he liked. It was also because he was scared about how this place would affect his companions; their wills were strong, but they were only human, and even humans couldn't resist a world where their desires were fact and they could live in an illusion. After the war he'd avoided even a mention of it altogether, knowing how close he was to madness, and knowing that if he landed on Memoria Ager, he would so very easily tip over into a downward spiral which he couldn't escape. But this time, the pain is too hard to ignore; the memories too strong to forget, as he had done in the past.
The stark white wall haunts him now, lurking in his memories, her face f
Remember These WordsRemember These Words by IamHewolf
Sam's first trip to the Angel Bar between worlds was everything Dean told him about. It was a complete mix of dusty bar and elegance. Absolutely having to test out one of the better stories about it, Sam went up to the stunningly gorgeous bartender for a beer. When he was handed the bottle with a smile, he frowned when he couldn't find the label. A raised eyebrow at the grinning, voluptuous, brunette, and he put the brown bottle to his lips.
The liquid that passed over his tongue gave Sam a shiver, and he couldn't stop the pull on it for a while. The beer was everything he loved about the drink, and none of the bitter bite in the back of the throat that he hated. Letting up on it, he was beside himself. "Oh my God, that's awesome," he said quietly, staring at the bottle. "Dean, you gotta try this!"
Bumping his shoulder, Dean made his way to the bar. "Great aint it?" he said with childlike glee. "Never goes empty either! Wish they'd let us take them with us."
"Sorry Dean, you know the r
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