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so today I’m going up to Sydney again. kind of happened really fast so I couldn’t let people know ahead of time. until i get back, I am on effective hiatus on all blogs (this one, timewalkxr, fossxlised and draoidhiism) until I get back. but let’s be real it’s me so I will probably do short things/ask threads still i get back Tuesday afternoon. stay good kids
”Madame is generally the accepted and polite reference to a lady such as yourself—or are you too good for the pleasantries? You’re clearly a demanding little woman, Lady Barrowclough.”
The Doctor stressed her name as if it were an insult. He doubted she’d take it that way, but maybe she would. Her loud voice was rather funny to him—that such a petite woman could make such a sound, it was funny. He was using petite to indicate her small stature, not body size. Compared to him, she was very very tiny. Although that in no means meant he shouldn’t be careful.
He waited patiently for her to lead the way. If he dared try to boss her around, it might have monstrous consequences. This woman was not to be trifled with.
”Thank you for the most kind and generous invitation, Lady Barrowclough.”
"Madam is what a man will call a woman when he does not like what she is saying. I am no madam. I am an educated, powerful, and very clever woman. Do not forget that. I must be demanding. If a person is undemanding, they will never receive what they want, and they will die unfulfilled."
A few shelves away, there were two very overstuffed chairs beside a fireplace. There was a table between them, big enough for a tea tray. Sitting on a chair was a little bit of a challenge for such a small person, let alone a person with that sort of clothing on. She had to more or less climb into it, and settled into it with her boots hanging off the ground.
Almost as soon as she had settled, there was the rattle of a tray as the tea was bought in by her tall, willowy maid with blonde curls like a mane. The girl looked up, confused.
"--miss?"
"Hello, Isa. Might you please bring a teacup for this gentleman here? Thank you very much." When the maid had set the tray down and left, Lilith turned her attention to the Doctor. "You may sit. What is your name, sir?"
She poured tea into the cup, balanced on its saucer, and graciously offered it to him despite how much she wanted to keep it for herself.
The Doctor bristled at the way this woman spoke to him. He certainly took no pleasure in her bossy attitude—that was his job after all, to be the know it all alien in the room. She ought to be more respectful of him.
”Madam, you have given me no reason to even respond to you. You’ve been all together very unsociable about the entire affair. It is not as if I have rooted your library and left it in a state of chaos.” As he spoke, his arms gestured to the state of the room. “I have left it orderly and replaced every book back in its original location.”
He crossed his arms as he looked her over. She was no problem, but she suggested that she was not alone and he really didn’t need a confrontation with anyone else. “I suggest we sit and have tea and biscuits. You;ll find that I am a very sociable fellow and not opposed to company.”
"--My name is not Madam, young man. You shall refer to me as Your Ladyship or Lady Barrowclough, and nothing else."
That such a little woman could create such a voice was something somewhat unsettling. Not a messy curl fell out of place. She did not seem at all distressed when she spoke like that, although her voice erupted from her mouth like a rumble of thunder -- almost quiet, but enough to shake a soul. It was Authority in its purest form.
His suggestion of tea made her purse her lips. Nonetheless, she agreed -- tea was a wonderful idea, although biscuits with this man were currently out of the question. He seemed a gentleman, if a little odd, and therefore tea was appropriate. She took a step back, taking her taffeta skirts up in her hands so that she might move more smoothly, and it rustled loudly.
"I was about to take tea on the other side of my library. You may join me."
Get inside the Mun's head: Uncertainty Edition
1. A headcanon you're not sure of yet.
2. A question you're surprised no one has asked.
3. A favorite picture of your muse. And explain why.
4. A favorite picture of your muse's face claim BUT that you don't think actually matches your character too well. And explain why.
5. Gifs or icons and why?
6. Top 3 favorite fonts for Photoshops?
7. Formatting or no and why?
8. Sidebar themes, yes or no?
9. Themes where the scrolling part is a center rectangle and there's a still picture outside. Yes or no and why?
10. One bad part of writing in general?
11. One bad part of writing alone?
12. One bad part of writing with others (roleplaying)?
13. Something you don't think you're good at writing and why.
14. How do you keep your blog organized?
15. One thing that draws you to a character to want to roleplay them?
16. One thing that draws you to a character to make you want to roleplay WITH them (as your partner's character)?
17. A character trait you think is overused?
18. A character trait you don't see often that your muse has.
19. A character trait you don't see often that your muse does NOT have and why.
20. Something your character doesn't know but you do and how this effects how you roleplay them.
"I didn’t do it."
;; yourcosmichobo
Lilith didn't speak at first. She simply stared, mortified, at the broken fossil case. The sheets of glass, now shattered, coated the rich red carpet of her study. Slowly, she approached, night dress scraping the glass, shoes crunching, and slowly began to collect her precious things.
"--you do not lie very well, sir."
It almost sounded like the little woman was on the verge of tears. Her fossils seemed, by and large, safe -- but her nerves had been beyond rattled by the potential loss of the things she was most proud of.
"Please, don't move further. I think that, all things considered, sir, you may have done enough for today."
Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Be mine."
"Can you be anymore obvious?"
"Do I know you?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you remember this?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Don’t go."
"Don’t let me die"
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!"
"Don’t you dare."
"Explain yourself."
"For you, I would _____"
"Give it back."
"Give me another chance."
"Have you ever even done this before?"
"How drunk are you right now?"
"I already regret this."
"I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that."
"I can’t do this anymore."
"I can’t even look at you."
"I could kill you!"
"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
"I didn’t do it.""
"I didn’t know you could do that."
"I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you."
"I have to go."
"I just want to cuddle."
"I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you."
"I miss you so very much."
"I missed you."
"I need a drink."
"I need a hug."
"I never really loved you."
"I owe you."
"I think I broke it."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
"I think I’m forgetting something."
"I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you."
"I want to be yours."
"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
"I’ll be there in five minutes.”
”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying."
"I’m going to be sick."
"I’m not speaking to you anymore."
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
"I’ve never heard that one before."
"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?"
"It was me"
"It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes."
"Just go."
"Just leave me alone."
"Just let me die."
"Just relax."
"Just what did we do last night?"
"Kiss me you idiot."
"Kiss me."
"Like you even care."
"Little too late, don't you think?"
"Make me."
"Marry me?"
"My Parents don’t know"
"My parents know.""
"Never again."
"Nh, don’t be so rough!"
"No, that can’t be my baby."
"No! You can’t die on me now!"
"Obviously there is something between us."
"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."
"Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!"
"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
"Quiet, I am trying to think."
"Relax, I have a plan."
"Really?"
"Shut up and listen."
"Take responsibility."
"That isn’t mine."
"That looked easier on TV."
"That sounds painful."
"That was a bad plan."
"That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
"They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar."
"This stays between us."
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."
"Very good, you had me fooled."
"Want to hear a secret?"
"We need to talk."
"We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected."
"What are we doing here?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"What are you touching?"
"What are you?"
"What do you need?"
"What happened to you?"
"What have I done this time?"
"What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"Where did you find this?"
"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?"
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!"
"You coward."
"You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!"
"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!"
"You mean everything to me."
"You owe me."
"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
"You’re all out of ____."
"You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me."
"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
"You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.""
"You’re under arrest."
"Yes, well quite clearly he has not the mind to recognize the distinctions between a quoll and a Siptarian badger—” the Doctor said, collecting the vial carefully from the desk and holding it up to the light to study it more closely with his own vision. ”Either, which says quite a lot. Or quite a little. In other words, he’s either an idiot, or blind as a bat.”
"There," he indicated, swiveling the lamp on her desk, holding the vial in front of it so as to highlight the contents and cast a shadow of the form on the wall of the sitting room. "Six legs, rather than four, the middle two curled in underneath the shoulder joints of the front; a prehensile tail easily twice as long as that of an Earth quoll of this age and a frill concealed beneath the lower jaw that contains one of the most potent naturally occurring poisons known to — ah, well. Me."
Lilith scrambled for her glasses, the thick, heavy frames making her eyes look absurdly large. She listened, rather silently, as he talked her through the anatomical differences. She could barely make out what he was talking about. After a moment, she turned off the gas lamp so that she could, at least slightly, see him.
"--I think what is the most fascinating thing about this is that you assumed I was going to touch it with my bare hands."
That spoke volumes as to the kind of person Lilith was. She was presented with a toxic specimen of clearly unearthly origin, and that was what she had to say.
"I know better than that, sir. I wasn't even going to touch it gloved. I have tools for that sort of thing, you see. I'm quite experienced with toxic animals -- I have several specimines of Dendrobates leucomelas, and just two months ago, I studied a particularly lovely Harlequin Mantella. Both of these are very toxic amphibians, and, lo and behold, I am still perfectly fine. For the record, my colleague is...yes, you are correct, not a particularly clever man. I, however, and the blind one. Most bats, however, are quite highly sighted."
"Good. Excellent." The Doctor declared, drawing himself upright to present something of a more serene and something more authoritative presence than his entrance would have given him, his steps balancing out as he drew closer to the petite figure. ”You have very excellent taste, then,” he agreed, referencing her first statement. He withdrew the silver screwdriver from his pocket, quickly scanning the vial, tsking at the results. ”No. All wrong. And I wouldn’t expect it to have been a gift. Unless your friends or colleagues are in the habit of poisoning you.” He paused, long enough to glance about the room, and the desk, then back to Lilith.
"--indeed not! And one would hope it to be poisonous, it's formaldehyde, and-- please, refrain from...whatever you just did. The sound is quite distressing."
The sound she didn't understand, but it hurt her sensitive ears. Nonetheless, she remained composed, although her hands had balled up in her lap.
"It is what I have been told is a quoll, which is something akin to a cat with a pouch. I was intending on studying the specimen. Are you suggesting I should not? I highly doubt Timoth-- ah, my esteemed colleague would seek to harm me. Quite frankly, sir, he has not the mind for that sort of scheme."
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"Stop!"
The abrupt Scottish brogue cut into the otherwise generally quiet air of Lady Lilith Barrowclough’s sitting room, approximately two seconds before the long-limbed, slightly gangly form of the Doctor quite literally tripped into the room, one hand raised in the direction of the Lady. ”Whatever you do — do not open that vial!”
Lilith stared, blankly, at the man. The small container of formaldehyde in her hands was indeed about to be opened -- after all, someone had to catalogue it. Slowly, she set it down on her work desk (which was very different to the desk in her study -- for example, the desk in her study was not normally furnished with things that could be mistaken for torture devices). It was a bizarre thing to find in a bourgeois sitting room, but for anyone who knew her, it was not particularly unusual.
At this point, Lilith did not question this sort of thing. She pulled her magnifying headset off and looked at him as though he was far more frightful than her specimen.
"Although I am in the habit of generally listening to the advice of loud Scottish people, I hesitate to ask why that might be, sir. It's a preserved infant marsupial. It was a gift."
"Good morning," the Doctor said, grinning from ear to ear. He stood up quickly and drew open the curtains. "Would you like to come with me?" he asked, gesturing to a blue police box.
He was lonely, but excited. He had the best possible place to go, but he needed someone to go with him. Spectacular things just weren’t as spectacular alone. He had no idea who this young lady was, but he never really did. The most exhilarating moment was always taking a strangers hand and telling them to run. It was always good to see the way he could change a person. It reminded him who he was- a Doctor.
Lilith stared at the man, before looking out at the window. She'd not even noticed it when she'd looked out at her garden earlier (nor, in fact, had she an inkling as to what a police box was). Her gaze was squinted now, the light burning her sensitive eyes. She couldn't see anything with that daylight filtering in.
This suggested to her that it was going to be one of those days where she really, really ought not to have gotten out of bed. As if composing herself, she sipped her tea and gently set the cup back into its saucer.
"Kindly close the curtains. I have no intention of going anywhere, with anyone, let alone you."
”And that is supposed to scare me, madam? I am doing nothing to you. I am merely looking for something—nothing of importance, but something all the same.”
Since when did he need to explain himself? How bossy humans can be—and so quick to threaten! It’s a wonder that he likes them so much. Somehow they’re still better than his fellow Time Lords. All he could do was give an exasperated sigh.
”Look. I shall be out of your way shortly. Just put the kettle on for tea. No need to resort to violence. if I wanted to harm you, I’d have done so. As you can see, I am hardly a man of violence.”
"You are rooting through my library like a pig in a cabbage patch, sir. It rather is something to me. I am altogether afraid that you have caught me in a rather foul mood due to a series of unfortunate events revolving around the Duke of Edinburgh and a disagreement over some greyhounds, beagles and the ethics of bloodsports. Now, please. Who are you, why are you here and, if you are a very, very nice man to me in the next forty-five seconds, how might I help you?"
Lilith was currently the picture of irritation. She was staring up at him, although she could barely make out anything about him aside from his rather dashing coat. Her arms uncrossed, hands resting on her wide hips, her expectant gaze remenicent of a rather bossy governess.
“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.” (not sorry )
;; xartefactual
"Hot--"
Lilith decided it was better not not to ask those sorts of things.
"It's not a soft spot, Professor Song. It's a great deal more than that, thank you very much."
The smirk that settled over River’s features was as prominent as ever as she strode into Lilith’s study, accompanied by the gentle click of velvet heels.
”How was a girl supposed to resist? You had the entire society in an uproar over it.”
Approval glinted in her eyes, inclining her head in thanks as she reached for the glass.
”Of course," She added, feigning casualness, ”Everyone has their own account of what actually took place last night. “
Lilith was altogether rather glad that River had arrived -- after all, it was perfectly respectable, in Lilith's book, to get debauchedly drunk at three in the afternoon so long as one wasn't doing it alone.
"Evidently, it is not in vogue to call the Bishop of Lichfield a foolish, foppish dandy to his face. He then had the nerve -- the nerve of the man, Ms Song! -- he had the nerve to suggest that I had no right to join the discussion due to my sex. I, of course, proceeded to... perhaps somewhat louder than necessary, it was the brandy, you understand. --ask if he would consider my opinion if I had been gifted with a penis, for if they require one, I do have a few preserved in jars down in my cellar."
It was remarkable how Lilith managed to retain her composure while retelling what was really quite a witty thing for her to have said. She was one of those people whose dry, blank humour became all the more potent after having met with her good friend an entire bottle of cooking sherry. Whether intentionally or not, Lilith did have a rather hilarious way with words.
"Perhaps worst of all, he didn't even answer me! Honestly, it was all so terribly disrespectful, River."
STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!
*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.
FOR FRIENDS;
“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
“You were right. As per usual.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”
“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”
“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”
“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”
“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”
“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”
“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”
“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”
“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”
“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”
“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”
“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”
“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”
“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”
“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”
“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”
“How much money do you have on you?”
“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”
“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”
“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”
FOR LOVERS;
“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”
“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”
“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”
“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”
“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”
“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”
“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”
“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”
“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”
“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”
“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”
“My dog licks better than you do.”
“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”
“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”
“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”
“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”
“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”
“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”
“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”
“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”
“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”
“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”
“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”
“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”
“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”
“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”
;; ancient-timelord
"Oh. Hello."
Usually, Lilith was somewhat accustomed to her study being empty when she first navigated the veritable wasteland between her dressing room and where she spent most of her day. In fact, she wasn't entirely aware someone had any appointments -- let alone at the treacherous, and she often assumed entirely imaginary early hour of half-ten in the morning.
In fact, she was only wrapped up in her light summer robe over her nightdress. Her black curls were a wild mess -- although she'd tried to pin it up, that endeavour appeared to be failing miserably. In her hands, she held a teacup and saucer, and a piece of toast with marmalade. She popped the toast into her mouth while she bustled around him and to her desk -- after all, getting up into her seat was something of a two-handed job for someone so little.
"--excuse me, I wasn't aware I had anyone waiting. Good morning, then, sir, how might I-- here, take a seat, take a seat. How might I help you?"
”Excuse me, I am trying to find something. Now if you don’t mind, please move.”
He tried to side step around the woman. The Doctor was looking for a particular thing. Although, it might not be here. Perhaps it wasn’t. Well it wasn’t important. So, he decided to address the woman again.
”Who exactly are you?”
Lilith may have been little, but she was very fierce. She drew herself up as tall as she could (although that was utterly ineffectual), planted her feet firmly and put her hands on her hips.
"I, sir, am the lady of the house you have decided to help yourself to. I am Marchioness Lilith Barrowclough and if you do not keep your hands to yourself and explain yourself very quickly, I shall call my lady's maid, and you shall find out how very good she is at playing cricket. I've never seen her miss a ball."
;; xartefactual
Lilith peered across her study at the woman, watching her enter. There was a pause, almost deathly in silence, before she arched one of her slight brows.
"--yes, I wondered when you might show up, Professor Song. I suppose you heard about my -- my little incident at last night's meeting of the philosophical society? Sit. The scotch is most agreeable."
Gently, the little, portly woman nudged a glass across her desk towards the comfortable chair she had that day reserved for River.
