#nctamused

[stupiidgood]

List of people who could call Shawn by her legal birth name and get away with it:

Select family members (mom, mom’s family, grandpa henry & grandma emma)

Canon babes (gus, jules, despereaux, abigail)

Donny novitski @pianistplayed - almost exclusively when he’s angry at her

Beniot blanc @f4mily - thats their Dad now and it sounds cute in his accent

Sadie bennett @eurosleaz - mai whyfe

Izzy hands @theseourbodiesrp - it’s about the tenderness the intimacy yall wouldnt get it

Citrus @grenkids - she will not be calling him by his legal name <3

Rust Cohle @brightbrutality, once - they’ll be too caught off guard to react normally

Alana stark @godblooded - fucking soulmates are you fucking kidding me

All of their dads @nctamused - theyre good dads, brent!!!

Stede bonnet @unrely - he could call shawn almost anything tbh

All others will face her wrath and catch hands <3

#//‘wrath’ in this case is exactly one Serious Shawn warning #//if u call her that again after that though…you will recieve violencé #//it does not matter if ur muse could defeat shawn. theyre still going to throw hands #🍍 i know you know (headcanon)

[cxlxurbliind]

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?; 👗 How is the mun’s fashion sense?; ☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not?; ❄ Did the mun ever force you to do something you didn’t want to do?; 💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what?; 🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could?; ☀ Does the mun have other muses besides you? What is your opinion on them? ( hi, have these bc i think it's neat! and i think the second one is *particularly* funny. )

Send Me A Symbol For My Muse To Answer These Questions About The Mun.

       ♣ - "The Mun could only survive if she was actually with me. Though I suppose she has some of a scientific mind to her so she wouldn't be terrible company. But I can still see her dying."

       ♣ - "Her fashion sense? Horrid clearly. She doesn't know the slightest thing about fashion at all. And that's saying something when she has me around. As for listening to me while writing. Surprisingly she does do that a lot more than she used to. Use to go around never listening to a word I had to say! Which I can assure you is unwise. Though thankfully she doesn’t force me to do anything. Not like she can.”

       ♣ - "Annoying? Me? I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. I'm an absolute delight to be around. Honestly she'd be more annoying to me. If I actually had to spend a day with her. I'd find some spa planet to drop her off. Technically it would mean I took her somewhere. Pick her later after doing much more important things with my time."

       ♣ - "She does actually. Quite a few too. Blogs of their own as well. Grell Sutcliff. Aziraphale. Crowley. Gabriel. Beelzebub. Collects them. That Aziraphale fellow isn't bad with his books. Gabriel gives me the creeps. Beelzebub is far too loud. Crowley is, I couldn't even begin to explain. And that Sutcliff? Kills people. Safe to say I do not like them one bit."

#nctamused #;IC #;Answered Quarry #Well aren't you rude Six

[anobletemp]

( @nctamused; twelve ) 

Donna swore she was going out of her mind.  That had to be the only explanation.  She sat on the information for days, stewing in her own head while convincing herself that she was losing her grip on reality.  Secretly, she was absolutely terrified that this was it.  She had had her time on TARDIS, with him.  After all, she was supposed to spend the rest of her days in Chiswick, never remembering her time among the stars.  The Doctor had other plans but she wondered if his fix was only temporary.  She was scared of the idea of leaving him, especially now when she loved him as she did. 

So she didn’t tell him at first.  

Then she couldn’t take it anymore.  Her emotions were all over the place.  She could be tucked away in her a corner, her nose in a book and then all of the sudden she was filled with love.  She knew emotions could be a fickle thing but she was convinced that this was not her love, but something else.  Something different.  It would come and go, pulsing until she would push off whatever she was doing in search of a distraction (because it felt like something else was inside of her, pushing at her edges and threatening to overtake her).  

Donna found the Doctor, and her nerves flared.  She knew he could sense things and he probably felt that.  But she had kept the rest shielded from him, not wanting him to worry --- a foolish thing to do because in the end, she needed him to help her figure it out.  

She moved to sit next to him.  “Doctor,” she began quietly and then looked at him, feeling her (and yes, she knew they were hers) emotion swell like they did whenever she was near him.  Still, in the background, it felt like there was something else, something foreign, trying to worm its way into this moment.  She took a deep breath, ready to confess.  “I think there is something wrong with me.”  She reached for his hand and finally removed the roadblock that she had put in place.  She was sure he could feel it too --- the strangeness going on inside of her.

#nctamused #nctamused: twelve #( v: child of time )

[knownconsortofthedoctor]

@nctamused

River had long since given up looking for the TARDIS when she heard that familiar sound. It had been three years since the sound had actually lead to that blue box and she’d started to agree that it was just her imagination. It wasn’t unusual for her to hear it on Luna, especially sitting at the park where there was a lot of noise and so she didn’t even look up from the pile of papers she’d been marking.

She kept marking only stopping when a few minutes later she heard her daughter laughing. She looked up with a fond smile expecting to see her playing with some of the other children. Her heart dropped when she saw another adult beside her instead and she was on her feet in moments suddenly wishing she hadn’t gotten out of the habit of keeping something more than a sonic screwdriver in her bag.

“Alba! We do not talk to strangers!” River was practically running to the little girl’s side but suddenly stopped a few feet away when she got a good glimpse of who it was the little girl was talking to. The hair was a giveaway never mind the clothes. “You?”

#nctamused #v: a motherly river

[timidstrcngth-arch]

@nctamused​     said     :      ♗ ( for whichever muse you like and is easiest for you!!! 💙 )     ~     carp loves making icons

#nctamused #{ answered } #{ my edits } #{ my edit } #{ iconning }

[inferioritycmplx-a]

nctamused ( mayhaps? )

Send me a url and I'll write some positivity for it.

Gale, GOD!!!!!! We’ve known one another for so long know?? We met in the OUAT fandom and you’ve been here ever since and I wouldn’t give up a single second of it! You’re so nice and funny and SUCH a good listener and writer. You truly deserve all the good and I would buy you a hundred more Beast funkos. I know I’m not the beeeeeeest to deal with it at times but thank you for dealing with me anyway, I love you okay?????????

#nctamused #;sir this is my emotional support literary bottom. (ooc) #<3

[wcterwithin]

@nctamused cont from here: 

The Doctor’s nose scrunched at the touch, mostly because it was so unexpected. Something he’d never expect from River, especially.

His head tilted slightly, confusion showing in his furrowed brows and the blinking hidden behind dark lenses. His mouth twitched into a slight smile, however, as he wondered, “What was that for? Not that I minded, of course—rather liked it, actually—but… Not something you’d usually do, is all,” he rambled, one hand slipping into his pocket to fidget as the other reached for her opposite hand.

His hand clasped hers in a gentle hold, long fingers twining with hers as he gave her palm a squeeze. “Liked it much better than a slap, anyway. Though, I don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant that, yet, and I hope I don’t for a while…”

“Maybe not yet,” she hums. “Or well, not with this face. You’ve grown quite a bit. Though well, one is always embarassed at their younger self, aren’t we?” She lets a small chuckle and her thumb gently traces his.

“Call it an apology,” she shrugs nonchalant, though her voice remains soft. She always is around him, it seems - well, this face in particular. “You didn’t have to eat the burnt cookie. But you did.”

#( ch ) river song #nctamused #for some really soft domestic vibes here #( queue ) know nothing

[wurmbabe]

🍓 ( pretty pls, friendo? )

gale, my darling ,,,,,

i adore you. i adore your writing.  i adore the love and care you put into your muses.  i adore the fact you make your muses so real and knowable and above all i adore how sweet you are. you are a phenominal writer and friend and one of the most constant writing partners i have had & kept and i am so grateful for that & for you.

#gushing. #nctamused

[gentlebcnes]

RANDOM MUSE CONNECTIONS / ACCEPTING @nctamused​​ asked : 🎰 ( for that muse randomizer thing!! )

1. KOGA && QUEEN OF HEARTS

i....honestly have no ideas how to fix these two canons bc they’re so different. but they’re an interest mix.

2. JADE WEST && WHITE RABBIT

the thought of throwing jade into wonderland amuses me, idk what these two would do of if they’d get along. jade might be brat and bug him or even scare him lol but jade in wonderland could be so fun !!

3. FANTINE && RORY WILLIAMS

also no solid ideas, i think they could be an interesting pairing and it isn’t all the difficult to throw fantine into a modern setting. perhaps she could be one of his patients?

4. PONYO && JANE/ELEVEN

these two would be the absolute cutest ever ??? like adorable best friends trying to navigate through human life together and just figuring themselves out and the world !!

5. JULIE MOLINA && SNOW WHITE

i don’t have a desc. verse for julie, but i think if she were mixed into that canon, she’d get along with snow really well?? even look up to her like a mother figure. always come to her bakery for some treats and just to spend time with her?? they’d be cute :’)

#nctamused #★ ⋮ everyone has a story to tell ❛ ask answered #okay i'll admit idk about half of these #but the latter half are good !! #hmu if you wanna plot any of these :)))

[wwxnka]

@nctamused​ asked: [ RELIEF ] : believing the other to be dead, our muses find one another and kiss out of sheer relief.

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 || 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮!

HE HAD RETURNED.

GRANTED, HE WAS WEARING A FACE HE HADN’T ENCOUNTERED BEFORE, BUT WONKA - ZORANA - DIDN’T HAVE TO RECOGNISE THE DOCTOR TO KNOW WHEN HE WAS IN HIS PRESENCE. It was an instinct, something he had developed during their time together at the Academy, and it was a knack he had never lost, not even during the centuries they had been apart.

AS FOR THOSE CENTURIES, SO MUCH HAD HAPPENED SINCE THEN. Zorana himself had done his own fair share of exploring, before settling down for what he had hoped would be a peaceful existence on Earth - only for the Time War to occur. While having never received his official papers, he had nevertheless participated in his own way, on his own terms, comfortably doing his part while avoiding the all-seeing eye of Gallifrey. However, during it all, and despite the countless stories he heard of his friend’s endeavours, not once did they encounter each other, and that had been the hardest thing of all. Had he even survived? He didn’t know, and it had been something that had kept him ina  near-constant limbo with his emotions - never settling, never being complacent, trying his hardest to carry on, even though he had the weight of a vital, unanswered question on his shoulders.

“...Doccy?”

NOW, THOUGH? IT HAD FINALLY BEEN ANSWERED. He was alive - a changed man, that much was certain, but he was alive, and in his factory, no less. The sight alone prompted a lifting of his spirits into the realm of utter bliss, and in no time at all, he was at the grey-haired man’s side, his eyes glistening with happy tears.

INSTINCT, AS IT TURNED OUT, WAS A FUNNY FELLOW. In this circumstance, it prompted him to gently cup his friend’s face in his hands and plant a firm kiss of relief on his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away - maintaining his hold, but allowing him a little space.

“It’s me, Doccy! It’s Zorana! Oh, Doccy, they told me you were dead!”

#SUB // . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 #. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮! (ASK) #nctamused

[13thxarchived]

@nctamused​ liked this for a starter from Jack!

“Since when did you become a PROFESSOR? Would’ve let you tutor me all night.” He may be sat at the desk, in his chair, eating his food. But Jack was never one for politeness. Not when he was trying to make an IMPRESSIONABLE reintroduction. He grinned from his position, giving a tiny wave at the old bloke. “Sorry for DROPPING IN. Just couldn’t resist.”

#nctamused #ic #c; jack #v; main jack

[dxctxrii]

NO. IT COULDN’T BE.

AFTER ALL THIS TIME - EONS OF TRAVELLING, AND AN ENTIRE REGENERATION UNDER HIS BELT - THE LAST INDIVIDUAL WHOM HE’D EVER EXPECTED TO BUMP INTO - LITERALLY - WAS HER. Not that she had ever left his thoughts, either; barely a moment passed that he didn’t wonder where in the universe she might’ve been - she always did talk about how much she loved Earth, but even she had a knack for itchy feet - how she was coping on her own, whether or not she was still with that Campbell fellow, living an average, human existence. Every now and again, he regretted leaving her to begin with, before almost always swiftly concluding that he had, all in all, done the right thing.

AFTER ALL, HIS GRANDDAUGHTER DESERVED A CHANCE AT LIVING A FULFILLING LIFE, FAR FROM THE CHAOS AND THE DANGER HER GRANDFATHER SEEMED TO FREQUENT.

AFTER KNOCKING SHOULDERS IN PASSING, HE HAD IMMEDIATELY SPUN ON HIS HEEL TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE UNFORTUNATE SOUL. Initially, he did not recognise her.

“Oh my word, I’m so terribly sorry! I-”

THEN, UPON SETTLING ON HER FEATURES, HE HAD FROZEN MID-SENTENCE, THE ENVIRONMENT SURROUNDING HIM GRINDING TO A HALT. Bewilderment riddled his face like a plague, initial scepticism seeping into his thoughts. This couldn’t be her, surely...could it?

“...Susan?”

@nctamused​ gers a starter for Susan.

#MAIN // 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴; 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 #nctamused #ask and ye shall receive xoxo

[teletapedarc]

🍓 ( hi friendo. 💙 )

Gale!!! You are a wonderful, passionate, amazing friend and i am so glad to write with you. margot and jim are probably one of my fave things & bermuda and 15, too. i love a space twink & his beleaguered companion, tbh. the passion and love and dedication into each of your muses is unmatched. i am so glad the rpc has you, and more importantly that i have you!! keep on being awesome <3

#have u met gale yet y'all? #if not u should #xe is awesome!!!! #nctamused #? 》 ⤻ &nbsp; OUT OF CHARACTER &nbsp;◞ &nbsp; &nbsp;general !

[anobletemp]

( @nctamused​; first doctor ) 

There was almost something familiar to it all.

One moment, she was standing there, smiling at the Doctor as he raced around his TARDIS like the mad man she had come to love and the next, she felt a sort of tingle.  Perhaps that was when she should have said something but instead she had pressed a hand to her stomach in hopes that it would pass.  

Of course it didn’t.

The last thing she saw was the horrified look on the Doctor’s face before she just sort of faded away, her vision going black and the sensation of falling overtaking her.  It wasn’t until she hit something (and hard) that she actually came back to proper consciousness.

For a moment she lay there, too stunned to move.  There was pain but it was minimum, surprising since she had felt like she had been falling forever.  Finally, she threw a hand up, wincing a little as it connected with something.  She curled her fingers around it and used it to pull herself to her feet.  When she got her first proper look at where had landed, she realized that disappearing into thin air was not the only familiar thing about all of this.

Her hand still rested on the console of what she assumed was the TARDIS (only it didn’t quite look as she remembered it).  Her gaze moved rapidly around the space until she finally saw him.

“What the hell is going on?” she demanded, her cheeks turning a shade of red as she battled between panic and fury.

#nctamused #nctamused: first doctor

[knownconsortofthedoctor]

@nctamused 

“Oh look your cot haven’t seen that in a very long time!” Patience practically skipped back from the Doctor despite the fact she could see him reaching out for her asking her almost desperately who she was. She was tired of hiding from him, from everyone, and even though she knew it had been needed she wanted to tell him. She knew that Amy and Rory were watching them closely and that if anything were to go wrong Jenny and Vastra were off to the side ready to step in if Patience or ‘River’ presented herself as a threat to anyone else here.

She took a moment to look over the cot. She hadn’t known until recently that the Doctor had saved it from Gallifrey, had been so sure that it had burned along with their home and to see it brought back fond memories and and even more familiar ache in her chest that always occurred when she thought back on their family.

Gently she took his hand resting it towards the Gallifreyan symbols he had spent so much time painting on.

“I am telling you... Can’t you read?”

#v: patience is a virtue #nctamused

[13thx]

@nctamused cont. from here

Breathing carefully, she felt the tinge of rejection in her heart. The feeling happened too quickly for her to be comfortable with it, honestly. But she held out, knowing that the absence of an immediate yes did not mean a no. Just meant logical concern. Something that Sally appreciated, but rarely practised. 

Smiling a bit, she gave a firm nod at the other’s words, “Hey, I’m great at getting people back. I can’t PROMISE it’ll be on time, but I swear t’yah, I’ll try my best. It’s just the question of; do you think my best is good enough to take a chance on?” 

She reached out, offering her hand as she gave a pointed look.

“Go on. Why not? Live a little.”

#ic #c; Sally #v; main Sally #nctamused