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7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me "closet" and I'll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

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sherdoctorlockwho:

I CAN’T BELIEVE PEOPLE HAVE STARTED TO HATE ON CAITLIN BLACKWOOD!! (young Amelia Pond)

SHE’S 12 YEARS OLD, HAS JUST STARTED OUT IN HER CAREER AND HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG!

WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT YOU HATE ON A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL! SERIOUSLY!! SOME PEOPLE!!

I HAVE SO MUCH RESPECT FOR AMANDA AND HOW SHE STICKS UP FOR OTHERS! FIRST STEVEN MOFFAT AND NOW CAILTLIN BLACKWOOD!

GO AMANDA!!

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WOAH sudden surge of followers. Last night I was at 49 and now I'm at 61. Glad to say I reached my goal of 50. ;; ngrkjank

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New independent Oswin Oswald roleplay blog from Asylum of the Daleks looking for people to roleplay with!

- Set pre-AOTD - Mun is caught up with Doctor Who - Open to crossovers - Open to OCs within reason - Prefers paras, but will roleplay in chat form as well. - Uses icons, gif icons, and gifs. - Will roleplay through asks. - Accepts M!As - Always open to new threads! - Blog is not spoiler free.

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It had been a long time since he and Amy parted ways, and while it had hurt they remained friends. The problem was, there was still that sometimes overwhelming sense of regret that threatened to drag him under. Still, he'd determined to get on with his life and not let what had happened undo him. So he'd transferred to a hospital near Chiswick so as to not remain so close to his former life and had advertised for a flatmate striaghtaway to help with expenses.

    A flat-- that's what she needed. New flat, new friends, new city. All she wanted to do was to see the world-- see the universe, even. Perhaps she'd just start by moving to London, seeing the big city wouldn't be too bad. The woman sat at her computer, scrolling through ads for homes she couldn't afford, when she stumbled upon one that she liked. Oswin's face lit up, "Not bad," She said to no one in particular, biting down on her lower lip. And it was a flatshare! 

                             "Looks like things are lookin' up,"

    So she was off-- off to London, to see the world. She arrived with a small bag at first, alerting her father that if the man who advertised wasn't a murderer, he would ship the things over as quick as he'd like. The woman hurried towards the flat, feeling the excitement bubbling up inside of her. As the cab pulled up to the flat, she took note of the man outside the building, practically throwing money at the driver before tumbling out of the cab.

                          "Rory, yeah?"

                             "Name's Oswin-- I replied to your ad,"

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"How do you expect me to do that? I've been good with technology my whole life 'n I haven't even seen something this sophisticated-- all I did was open a panel 'n poked around. Doubt she even minded,"

"You think I care? Keep your bloody hands to yourself."

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"Name's Oswin-- just kinda...felt like openin' the door,"

"Sophisticated ship you got here. Poked 'round, hope you don't mind,"

"Who are you anyway?

          How come you’re here?”

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    "Why are we meetin' the same man? How could you even possibly know that? What am I alive to do? I'm beginnin' to think maybe I am goin' a bit mad. None of this-- none of this makes sense,"

      “Wha’? No! Of course you’re real! Everyone’s real! But… y’see… you and I, we live totally different lives, but we’re meetin’ the same man and we’re alive to do the same thing. To save the Doctor. You’ll meet ‘im eventually. You’ll understand when it comes to be that point, which by what you’re tellin’ me, isn’t that far away.”

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"Look, chin boy. Said I was sorry 'n no harm was done, yeah?"

"You think sorry is enough, you idiot?”

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{ b o n u s }  I’ll do muse and mun.

send me 'have you evers' and i will reply with yes or no

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"Pretty sure I am there, fella,"

"No you’re not. You’re not sorry at all!"

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One away from 50 followers and no one wants to roleplay?

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"Sorry ‘bout that!"

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"Definitely would mind that,"

+ S I X

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    "Well--        Definitely a nice view,"

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The sex-themed Magic Anon list (All NSFW!)

Sex Pollen: That tickle in the muse's nose? It's not hayfever, it's a pervy plant, and for the next (Anon decides) the muse is going to want to shag everything that moves. Especially if it moves in front of them.

Marathon: For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some 'me time' every half hour no matter where they are or what they're doing for (anon decides). (Try not to get arrested!)

Sensitivity: All of the muse is their new erogenous zone, and clothing does not. help this. for the next (anon decides)

A sudden um...: For the next (anon decides) muse will suffer an impromptu orgasm every time (anon decides-breathing does not count) happens. It may be multiple things and it may utilize any sense, including time (IE every half hour)

The urge: Whether or not they were aware of it before, the muse now has a mating season and it's open. For the next (anon decides) the muse will be driven crazy with the need to go forth and make babies or shag themselves exhausted trying.

A gift: Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)

Irresistible: There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.

It's not the Midas touch: If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?

Owned: Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else for (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.

Absolute Obedience: Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.

Four minutes: The world will end immediately if the muse doesn't shag whoever they see for the next (anon decides). And that would just be terrible, wouldn't it?

Impaired judgment: Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.

Sleeping Beauty: There's only one way to wake the muse from their slumber (other than waiting for anon decides) and it's not a kiss.

Frustration: The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.

Candid Camera: The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).

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okayokayokay Sherlock now. Replies after.