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@beatingdrxms

The circuits of the Vortex Manipulator were fried, one hop through time and it seemed the device didn’t have any more life left in it. She shouldn’t have been surprised, especially considering she had traded her ship for it with a man she didn’t know. At least she had made one trip though, but where she had ended up she was not entirely sure; the place was nice, and from what she could see there were human inhabitants.

The former blonde cautiously stepped from her hiding place, her eyes searched the hall as she tugged on the jacket she had borrowed – found in one of the closets nearby. Jenny turned to make her way down the hall, swiftly coming to a halt as she came face-to-face with a man. Something about him caused the hair to raise on the back of her neck, but she wasn’t entire sure why.

“I’m sorry sir,” she apologized. “I didn’t see you there.”

[ravcnfought]

✧･ﾟ:* Not Missy liked this thing-y * :･ﾟ✧

Her Tardis was being a right cow, stubbornly refusing to leave the planet she was currently on. And she really didn’t know what planet that was actually. Boot clad feet brave the outside world and find - Earth? Her brow furrows, turning in a complete circle and finding herself in a junk heap. A crumpled poster beneath her foot reads  ❛ VOTE SAXON ☒ ❜  and it tickles the back of her mind as something vaguely familiar. 

Bourbon gaze studies the mounds of dirt around her and find HIM. The Doctor, the one from the day of three Doctors too many. All sticky upp-y hair and nice smiles and - oh no, she shouldn’t be here. It’s too cluttered and too not her time period. She turns back to her Tardis and finds a man leaning against the door, she starts at the sight of him. He’s average enough, blond, his features very ❛ cat got the canary. ❜ Bourbon hues finds his and she’s suddenly hit with realization - those eyes. She KNOWS those eyes. 

❝ —- Hello, um, I’m Clara. Clara Oswald. And If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get back into my diner. ❞ Delicate hands tremble at her sides, hidden as she shoves them into her hoodie pockets. 

[deathxproof-archive]

❝ What a stupid theory! ❞

Falsettos Act 1 || Always accepting tbh

“ It was yours first, if we’re being technical. ”

[timetravel-a]

❝ No, no, no! We can’t go out there! ❞

sentence starters.

    ❛         - if you could stop being such a juvenile buffoon! ❜ the doctor’s pretty much had it by this point, barely composing himself. he scratch the the back of his head with a screwdriver, gaze diverting between the opened doors of the TARDIS and the other occupant. surely, this man was raving mad.❛ there is absolutely nothing to fear about the outside. and even if there were, staying cooped up in here won’t do you any good either, sir. ❜

[upgrde-blog]

@beatingdrxms

‘ why should i trust you, huh? ’

[capaciityforpain]

♦

NICE MUNDAY MEME

♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out?

Hmm..well, I certainly have improved! I’ve gotten into a style that I enjoy, and I’d like to think I’ve gotten better at writing and getting into character. But as for writing on Tumblr itself...I’m not sure. I’ve seen a lot. We seem to be out of a phase of weird new trends every other week, so that’s pretty nice. I don’t really know how to answer this, really. I discovered x-kit, which was pretty fun. Yeah, I think things have settled into a nice normal, or maybe just I have.  

[shootsfezzes-blog]

♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?

✧･ﾟ ( it’s a munday meme || accepting ! ) ✧･ﾟ

i do !!! i’ve got a Rose playlist that i listen to when i do drafts over there that i’m actually putting on my blog at some point. it's got quite a bit of mellow stuff, mostly female artists. clarity, st. south, a cover or two of alt-j stuff. finding River’s music has been a bit harder, but here’s something i’ve been listening to while writing her.

[deathofthementicelesti]

"Knock it off!"

“Too much for you, Master?” she says his name with only the most grating of sarcasm. In her presence, he was really lord of very little beyond himself. Death again taps the wall rhythmically, four taps, a short pause, repeat - over and over. “All I’m doing really is playing back a nice tune I once heard. Quite catchy, one might even say you’ll never ever forget it.”

And again, four calculated taps. While her hands apply little force, the sound they make hitting the wall gets louder, and louder. A volume rather torturous, for ears that were not hers, yet her voice still echoes through with the same ethereal inflection. “It’s mine, the song I’ve played in your ear ever since the Doctor sold you to me.”

[andryuska]

@five-guns-days // ❄️ winter starters ❄️

“ it’s too cold for november. ” though perhaps it sounds like a complaint, as andrei hugs his arms around himself as he stands and speaks to no one in particular ( in turn, he doesn’t care whether someone responses or not ), in truth it’s an astute observation. it’s not just that it’s cold, because that is to be expected. it’s that it has become excessively cold, and all too quickly, and the clouds that hang in the sky seem to him too low and too dark to be proper. it’s strange, and uncomfortable, and the university student does not like it. and noticing that his words have caught the attention of a man standing beside him, he licks his lips and deigns to clarify in that logical and vexed tone of his, “ statistically, i mean. it shouldn’t be this cold yet. ”

[affordedupgrade]

12, 15 (for the munday meme)

                              12. what made you start RPing your muse? - my love for michelle’s phenomenal portrayal of the master, and i actually had a blog for her back in 2015 after the witches familiar aired, but it didn’t last very long. however, after the most recent season i fell in love with her all over again. and she kept nagging at me and nagging at me and then here i am. 

                              15. when is the best time for you to sit down and write replies? - typically in the evening / early morning. i usually write when everyone else has gone to bed and it’s pin drop silent, i really can’t write unless it’s quiet, honestly. or at least that’s when i attempt to write, i don’t usually get a lot done unless i have the muse and motivation, to be quite honest. | munday meme ; accepting

[deathxproof-archive]

❝ You gotta die sometime. ❞

Falsettos Act 2 || Always accepting tbh

“ True. And I chose not to. ”

“ I put it off long enough. A few... Oh, thousand years more wouldn’t hurt. ”

[capaciityforpain]

☠

NICE MUNDAY MEME

☠ What keeps you happy?

Friends, my pets, creating, doing other things I enjoy! Also getting the occasional meme sent in. ♥

[shootsfezzes-blog]

☠ - Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?

✧･ﾟ ( it’s a munday meme || accepting ! ) ✧･ﾟ

nope. not even a little bit. i am dead af the minute i run out of snacks and wine. honestly rip me the second i don’t have access to basic comforts. i’m absolutely terrible at surviving, the zombies can have me. c:

[andryuska]

alt!

past muses : the master, doctor who ( @beatingdrxms )

    “ oh! oh, that is just precious! ” a smile grows on this thin face as he watches, hands pressed together in delight, at the struggle playing out before him. struggle —- that might be a little too generous. it’s really more of a wiggle, a little resistance against bindings ( he’s used some good old fashion rope ), and it is not only pleasing, but as he then decides, absolutely hilarious, and that wicked laugh that bubbles from his throat echoes through the room, its sharp and terrible tones abrasive to the ear. there is no doubt in him that his battle is won before even having been fought —- there’d been very little doubt before, to be fair, but this pushed it over the edge, and in that fit of cockiness that always come over him when he got carried away, that master can’t help be indulge a little in this scene he’s created.

“ what do you think you’re going to do when you finally worm your way to somewhere important? ” he asks, suddenly sinking to his haunches, reaching to seize his prisoner’s chin so they won’t ignore that terrible, flaming look in his eyes. “ do you think this is the part where you suddenly break free and tell me what a mistake it was to share my evil plan? then defeat me outright because of it? human movies —- absolute rubbish. do you know why i told you what i’m going to do? ” an eyebrow cocks, and he releases their chin and springs back up to go back to work on the computers lining the walls, so severe in his movements that it seems impossible for him to be doing something unimportant. but the master is that close to victory. what’s the point if he doesn’t enjoy it? ( upsetting his treacherous childhood friend, even from a place of cosmic obscurity, has to be fun, because if it’s not fun, it’s painful. )

he turns back to the moron on the floor, his grin having become more erratic in those few seconds of wild typing, “ i told you because it’s too late for you to stop it. watch and learn, imbecile. watch what it means to die in fire. ” he turns back —- this part is as convenient as it can be —- and mashes his fist onto the dramatic big red button.

and then, somewhere in the universe, a planet burns.

[sickoflosing-blog]

❃

MUSE-RELATED MUNDAY MEMEStatus: ACCEPTING

❃ - WHAT’S A REALLY SMALL WAY YOU’RE SIMILAR TO YOUR MUSE? 

We both despise being touched unless we’re very close to someone who has exclusive permission ^^

[tenthofalonewanderer]

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 Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood || @beatingdrxms

This wasn’t good. It was even extremely bad. Humans were always so fragile, as the universe was so keen to remind him. One little gas leak, one little explosion and entire families ended up snuffed. It was as sad as it was dramatic. And saving them was always so difficult.But he’d try, the Doctor always tried to save as many people as he could. Like now, despite his own scratches, he was helping pull out two people out of the wreckage.It was when he had finished pulling the third to a safer place -- a young lady who was losing so much blood she was literally tracing a red path after them -- that the Doctor saw him, the Master.Instantly he felt his hackles rising, unsure why he was there -- it usually wasn’t anything good -- but he shoved that aside for now, instead snapping at him from his spot on the ground, trying to staunch the blood of that poor person, “Master! Don’t just stand there! Help me!”