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@dalek-tably
the worst thing about writing is that you aren’t just a writer. you have to be a thousand things. a poet, a flirt, a weapons expert, a bleeding heart, a scholar, a legendary cook, a theorist, an engineer, a reckless teenage girl, a dying god. you have to be able to write monologues and speeches and heartfelt confessions, and you have to make them believable. writing is putting yourself into someone else’s shoes.
writing is really hard (◕︿◕✿)
Reblog if school stresses you out
science/art project
it’s very important
PLEASE REBLOG IF SCHOOL IS A STRESSOR FOR YOU
Then I’m going to screenshot this and add the picture to it
To all the quality roleplayers that follow me:
Doctor Who + blue
11 reasons why I love 11 - No. 11 reason - Because he’s stupid? He’s ridicilous? He wears funny hats? He’s kind? He’s a genius? He’s wonderful? Because he gives the best speeches? Because you have a feeling that you can trust him altough he’s a liar? Because he’s wonderful? All of them. And many, many more.
waiting for a reply for ages then finding out it was your turn to reply all along
you can try to h i d e from your {d e m o n s}
but they will {a l w a y s} lie within;
there is n o turning back
there’s no end once it {b e g i n s}.
I’ll be fine, I sωᴇᴀʀ I’m just g σ η є beyond repair
((please reblog this as silent permission for me to rp with you.))
Ask the Character about their Roleplayer
be as ridiculous as you want
Yeeeesss~!
Prepare to be insulted, writer.
{ +3 potential new victims }
"Bronze Tris, nice to meet-"
"I think you’re holding that badge upside-down there, Detective."
”.. I knew that.”
"...Of course."
"Sooo, what do you want... Detective?"
"Well, you can tell me how to get to Regent Park." Lily says. It’s been a few years since she’s been to London and she had forgotten how to get there.
"It'd be easier to just show you than to try to give directions," she told the other, shrugging. "Chances are, I'd tell you directions from the wrong time period or something." She turned around and started walking, then turned back around to look at the other. "C'mon, it's this way."
The Doctor ruffled his hair. “Ya, I like this period too, people are much more accepting to alien life but they’ll be more impressed with what you show them than someone form further in the future.” He paused them frowned. “And never call me Doc again, got it Bronze?”
"So, what brings you to 2013 London, then, Doc? -Tor. Doctor. Sorry." She almost spoke up and said ‘force of habit’ after calling him Doc, but she bit her tongue, knowing that this regeneration of the Doctor didn’t know who she was. "Got it, got it. No Doc."
Double Dalek || Closed || ultra-dalek-caan
"You can’t run forever!"
The booming voice of the Sontaran leader echoed through his head as Caan ran down the seemingly endless corridor, making arbitrary turns as he tried to make as much distance as possible between him and the rather large number of Sontarans on his trail.
The human-Dalek clutched several sheets of wadded up pieces of paper in one hand — he had somehow managed to get a hold of blueprints for a teleportation device more advanced than his own; he hoped that they could somehow help him get back to Skaro — as he sprinted down the hallway, skidding to a halt as he found himself trapped. There, before him, stood two Sontarans.
Caan’s first instincts were naturally to turn around and keep running, but as the menacing voice of the leader became clear behind him, he knew very well that he was trapped.
"If you make any sudden movements, we will shoot.”
Although he maintained a calm composure on the outside, the human-Dalek was in sheer panic; he could see no way to get out of this situation — never mind if it was an easy one.
"I—-" Caan began to speak slowly, but he cut himself off as he noticed his surroundings flickering, almost as if they were vanishing before his eyes.
What was happening?
Hundreds of questions spun through the human-Dalek’s mind as he was surrounded in a white light, the screaming voices of the Sontarans eventually fading into quiet echoes. Caan shut his eyes tightly — the light was too bright for him to handle; and he knew what was happening.
His teleportation device.
For once, the machine actually came in handy; prior to the day’s events, Caan had considered disposing of his device, for it always brought him to places he didn’t want, or need, to go —- one place in particular being the corner Northcote Road.
It was always precisely 3:02 PM, there was never a change in the occurrence; and no matter how many times the human-Dalek tried to fix the device, it still persisted to bring him to that same location.
As he opened his eyes, Caan immediately looked up at the road sign, almost relieved to see the familiar text on the worn out post.
He was slightly startled when a female voice piped up next to him; the tone in her voice indicated question, but she cut herself off early, trailing off before she spoke up again — this time her voice was more intrigued.
Caan quickly turned towards the woman, following her gaze down to the device strapped to his wrist.
Something about the woman gave Caan the sense that they had met before, but when he attempted to recall where he knew her from, the human-Dalek’s mind was unable to remember the slightly familiar face.
"What do you think it is?” Caan questioned as smoothly as possible, looking back up at her.
This day was getting worse by the second, but Bronze saw no way of stopping the downward spiral. She might have also been part human and part Time Lord, but she'd spent by far the majority of her life among Daleks, so when her mind was preoccupied with other things she slipped into Dalek ways by force of habit. So the angry swear she muttered under her breath was a Dalekese one, and she vaguely hoped the other hadn't heard. Though she figured it didn't much matter at this point.
She gave herself a second to analyze the man who stood in front of her. Tall- taller than her. Dark hair- messy. He had an overall look of being harried, as if he had just been running away from someone or something. And though, Bronze supposed, he could just have been a Londoner in a hurry to get where he was going, she was more inclined to believe it had something to do with what was by far the most concerning detail of his appearance. What he wore around his wrist. Because this man, who looked in every way, shape, and form to be human, was wearing what Bronze recognized as a Dalek-made teleportation device.
And then there was the voice- maybe a bit mechanical, but not exactly the monotone she would expect from a Dalek copy of a human, meant to seek her out and exterminate. The oddest thing, though, was that there was something familiar in that voice. It was like she'd heard it before, in another time or another place; but she'd surely remember meeting a man with a Dalek teleporter- wouldn't she?
And then there was the problem of actually answering his question. Bronze usually made a point of having a snappy response prepared for anything anyone might say to her, but she had to be more careful with this one. She didn't think he was a Dalek drone; if he was, he'd immediately know her face, and he'd be trying to exterminate her about now. Daleks weren't exactly the sort to stand and have a conversation with their target- exterminate first, ask questions later.
She could, she figured, just bolt. But doing so wouldn't help anything- if this were a normal person she were talking to, nothing would be different. But if this was someone unusual, all she would do was confirm any suspicions he had about her. He'd give chase, they'd likely end up fighting, and that was unlikely to end well for either one of them. It would be better to know who and what he was than just to leave the situation. So, in the end, it was her curiosity- and her worry- that won out.
"If the words 'Dalek teleportation device' mean a thing to you," she began, "then say so." Bronze spoke in a conversational tone, as if this were the most normal thing she could possibly be talking about. "If they don't, I'm just another nutter you met on the street. Forget this ever happened."
How would you beat up my character?
Come up with a pet name for my muse
Please?
