Time Lord of the Vortex

//I’m terrible at rp...

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Muse skillset symbol meme

bladelearnt

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💋 — kissing

💄 — makeup

👾 — video games

🎵 — singing

💃 — dancing

🎹 — playing an instrument

🌷 — taking care of living things

🌲 — surviving in the wilderness

👊 — fighting

😇 — following rules

🍳 — cooking

🍼 — taking care of children

🎁 — giving presents to others

🎉 — hosting parties

💌 — romance/flirting

🎨 — art

🍀 — luck

⚽️ — sports

🏊 — swimming

🚗 — driving

🔮 — magic

🔎 — investigating

🔫 — long range weapons

💣 — explosives

🔪 — melee weapons

🔬 — scientific pursuits

🚿 — hygiene

💰 — finance

🌍 — knowledge of the world

👻 — communing with the paranormal

📚 — reading

🔧 — engineering/mechanics

⌛️ — time management

📥 — organization

🍺 — alcohol tolerance

🚴 — riding a bike

🎭 — performance art/acting

⚓️ — sailing

➗ — mathematics

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

“It was a few years ago. Or at least that’s what my memories are telling me, that’s what I remember. It could have been longer maybe even shorter. Is that going to be a problem?” he asked tilting his head.

“Right. We’re going to do something that is bending the rules about time travel and the TARDIS might fight me, so hold on to the railing before you go flying. We’re going to go back. And I’m going to see who put you there.”

"What?! That's possible?!" he asked shocked before quickly grabbing onto the railing. "What are you going to do when you see who it is?"

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

“I…think I remember my school; the building.” Tristan said after thinking again. “Yeah I sort of remember where it’s at. But other than that nothing.”

“Right. That’s where we start. Um…about how long ago was that?” he asked.

"It was a few years ago. Or at least that's what my memories are telling me, that's what I remember. It could have been longer maybe even shorter. Is that going to be a problem?" he asked tilting his head.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

Tristan nodded and thought for a long time to try and recover his earliest memory, but he came up short. His earliest memory was while he was an adult here on Earth. “Umm…I remember finishing school and starting to get my A levels, but…that’s really…all. I don’t recall any memories before that.” He sighed. “This is going to be useless…”

“Do you remember any specific place in those memories? Perhaps where you were dropped off?” he asked.

"I...think I remember my school; the building." Tristan said after thinking again. "Yeah I sort of remember where it's at. But other than that nothing."

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

“It happens more than you’d think. But it’s by no means common. Unless you’re one of us. We’re the last two of our species left. People always want to play about in our minds like some kind of sandbox. Granted, I did it to myself last time to save my life, but it’s not a pleasant experience. But we need to find out who did it to you, how, and why. What’s the very first thing you remember?”

Tristan nodded and thought for a long time to try and recover his earliest memory, but he came up short. His earliest memory was while he was an adult here on Earth. “Umm...I remember finishing school and starting to get my A levels, but...that’s really...all. I don’t recall any memories before that.” He sighed. “This is going to be useless...”

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

Tristan stared at the Doctor swallowing. “What…?! Why would someone do that? …Is everything I know a…lie?” Did he really do the things he thought he had? What purpose would someone have in tampering with his memory? He sighed frustrated.

“Can we get the originals back?”

“It’s…hard to know for sure. Sometimes the real memories have been stored in a physical object, like…a fob watch. Or sometimes they’ve been hidden with some kind of mental barrier that you can’t break down right now. Or sometimes, they take away the real memories completely. You wouldn’t have a fob watch hiding around anywhere, would you?”

Tristan thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No I don't have anything like that." He sighed, apparently his memories were harder to get access to or were gone for good.

"Is this normal?! People going around erasing others memories?!" He yelled getting pretty upset about all this.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

He squinted his eyes at the strange writing on the screen. It seemed familiar, like he definitely knew what it said, but he just couldn’t read it at the moment. “Over 100? That’s crazy.” he said shaking his head. “And sorry, but I can’t read that.” He rubbed his eyes in frustration and confusion.

“If I’m what you say I am and as old as you say I am, how come I can’t remember anything about that?”

“Someone’s tampered with your memory. I know it’s hard to swallow but the same thing has happened to me before and I really don’t think you want to forget any more than you had to for whatever reason.”

Tristan stared at the Doctor swallowing. "What...?! Why would someone do that? ...Is everything I know a...lie?" Did he really do the things he thought he had? What purpose would someone have in tampering with his memory? He sighed frustrated.

"Can we get the originals back?"

son-of-eden

Please reblog this if you’re someone who would be interested in roleplaying polyamorous relationships.

As someone who is poly, there is very little representation of my relationship structure in media/RP, and that’s sort of frustrating. I would like to find more people to rp this type of relationship with.

megidokozaku

I kind of need to prove a point. Reblog this if you have a hard time roleplaying because you worry about bugging people.

My friend seems to think getting the courage to talk to people is just a super easy thing for RPers.

//blah...

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

“You’re not twenty-five, Tristan. Look. The TARDIS analyzed you. You’re well over 100. Perhaps several hundred,” he said, pointing to the readouts on the screen. They were in Gallifreyan, but he didn’t change them. He wanted to see if Tristan would understand how to read it.

#theoncoming10thdoctor #//should hopefully be on more now

He squinted his eyes at the strange writing on the screen. It seemed familiar, like he definitely knew what it said, but he just couldn’t read it at the moment. “Over 100? That’s crazy.” he said shaking his head. “And sorry, but I can’t read that.” He rubbed his eyes in frustration and confusion.

“If I’m what you say I am and as old as you say I am, how come I can’t remember anything about that?”

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

“Well, no I wouldn’t. I’m human, but you say I’m not. Why would I be anything different?” he asked. “Why would I not know it?” He just didn’t understand, it certainly seemed like that would be something he would know.

He shook his head a bit. “No, not really…” However after thinking about it and looking around more he shrugged. “I don’t know…I guess it does. A little bit.”

“It’s not just coincidence or deja vu, Tristan,” he explained, pressing a button on the console that started scanning the human(ish) man. “You’re remembering. How old do you think you are?” he asked as he looked at the readouts in Gallifreyan on the screen.

#theoncoming10thdoctor #//sorry about the wait I've been without internet

"Remembering? Remembering what?" He stared at the other for a moment after that question. "Umm...I'm twenty five.." All of this was becoming very confusing.

Not going to have Internet for 3 weeks! Going to go crazy!

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

“Oh well I would tell you but you wouldn’t believe me,” he smirked. “You won’t believe you if I told you what you really are either. But you have to admit…this little box seems familiar, doesn’t it?”

“Well, no I wouldn’t. I’m human, but you say I’m not. Why would I be anything different?” he asked. “Why would I not know it?” He just didn’t understand, it certainly seemed like that would be something he would know.

He shook his head a bit. “No, not really...” However after thinking about it and looking around more he shrugged. “I don’t know...I guess it does. A little bit.”

"Who the hell are you?"

Tristan blinked staring at the other before furrowing his brows. “What’s with that? What’s your problem?” he asked a bit miffed. “Anyway, I’m Tristan. Who are you?”

He stepped aside as he opened the door, allowing Tristan to see the expanse inside the box. “Things are not always as they seem, Tristan. Just like you.”

Tristan simply narrowed his eyes before stepping closer and taking a good look inside. His eyes widened at the sight. Stepping back he looked around the box thinking it was some sort of trick. Taking a few steps inside he looked back at the Doctor. “What is this ting?” he asked astounded.