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Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.

Old Scottish Saying (via anachronisticfairytales)

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Please reblog when you’re an active Doctor Who Roleplayer!

We making a masterlist of all active Doctor Who roleplayer on tumblr!

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A late comic doodle for Allison/gallifreyburning, whose birthday was a few days ago

#Eight

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“Oh! Good. I like rides.” She grins. “Um, well, do you know where the yachts are docked around here? That’s where you can drop me off.” As she’s saying this she’s taking a slice of pizza out and eating it. “Sorry. I’m really hungry.”

Wrong numbers /Open RP

#corvustattoo

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My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.

My muse cannot give half truths, partial truths or bend the truth. They will have to spit out everything then and there!

#askmeme

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NO.S PROJECT

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Send me “🍵” for your muse to ask mine out for a coffee date.

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“Oh! Well. Wardrobes! They’re nasty pieces of work sometimes. I should know -- I have a room that is just a wardrobe!” She’s grinning now, before she looks at him and raises an eyebrow.

“Companion. Not friend. Not really. Just someone that comes along on my travels.” She would wave a hand at this point but her hands are full with the box. “I guess I could walk back to the ship, but...I dunno, are you offering a ride? Your car’s damn nice. Although, I hear that the smell of pizza stays in the car for weeks on end...”

Wrong numbers /Open RP

#corvustattoo

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“What? Wait, so I troubled you -- I’m so sorry!” The Corsair exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say something? I mean, geez, you were probably busy doing something and I interrupted -- wow.” The Corsair sighed, putting the money away. “I’m really sorry. Do you want some pizza, then?” She asked, sheepishly.

Wrong numbers /Open RP

#corvustattoo

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“Wow. That was fast. By Earth standards, anyway.” The Corsair blinked. He definitely looked like someone that could’ve been in the nightclub, though. She didn’t smell anything strange in the pizza, though. No drugs, thankfully. (Not that they were going to be effective, unless it was aspirin. Then all bets were off.)

She reached into her purse and pulled out a few quid. Unfortunately, he wasn’t taking it -- instead, he was just staring at her, even as she waved the bills in front of his face. She was a lothario but she wasn’t looking for a one-night-stand tonight, except with the pizza in his hands. “Oi, lover-boy.”

Wrong numbers /Open RP

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The Corsair ran a hand down her black dress, looking around for any sign of that pizza. However, she wasn’t expecting it from a cute, well dressed man. That was strange. She didn’t know delivery drivers could be so well dressed.

She gave him a wave. “Hey, over here!” She grinned. The smell of it was appetizing, plus, it gave her an excuse to talk to the guy. She hoped he was interesting.

Wrong numbers /Open RP

#corvustattoo

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Reblog if you’re an indie Doctor Who RP account.

We are creating a masterlist for every Doctor Who roleplayer.

The list is here.

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We are here!

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#{ the rani } #{ the rani needs to come back plz }

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Sarah Jane Smith, Investigative Journalist, is going to get to the bottom of this highly suspect anecdote, Doctor! But not right now.

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“Alright.”

She waits outside for the pizza -- the air is getting to her and she rather be out staring at the stars than inside, waiting for some stupid pizza. Also, it’s less awkward.

Wrong numbers /Open RP

#corvustattoo