#13thx

[indiemusee]

On The Morning of Christmas...

I wanna do some special thank yous to some mutuals that I appreciate!!!!

@whomuses

Honestly, the way they rp the 13th Doctor and other muses is just incredible, they put so much work into their craft and you can see it in how they write. They’re kind and patient to newcomers, and overall just a nice person who without them, this blog probably wouldn’t still be up

@13thx​

As the first blog that gave me a shot when I began running, it would be a crime for me to not include them in this. Nat literally helped me begin to grow my confidence as a tumblr rper, and the way they write their muses is inspiring and just so fun to interact with

@time-travel-muses​

You’d think that timelord ocs are cringe, but they prove that you can do a timelord oc without making them a mary sue or anything lame. The creative ideas they have are so fun to watch and interact with, and I feel lowkey honored that I get to join them in making fun stories and threads

Happy Holidays, guys <3

- Andy

[daddypooltm]

♡ - from tasm peter (cuz fuck it)

Wade was not expecting the hug but he leaned into it regardless. It felt really nice. He really needed a hug anyway at the moment though he didn't say as much. Though he did feel the need to ask Peter anyway.

"Does this mean I did something good?" Hope evident in his voice.

[daddypooltm]

First Meeting

@13thx - cont’d. from here

“It’s how I deal with pain, sweet cheeks. Gotta make light of your problems somehow,” he replied. “But yeah you right, it hurts like a bitch. My superpower is an amazing healing factor so that will heal in time, no worries. Though I wouldn’t mind a little help getting up,” he said as he tried to stand up.

“Guess this happens when you turn 40. The old joints just don’t cut it anymore,” he chuckled. “Call me Wade, by the way. Wade Wilson, at your service.”

[thedoctornumber11]

Christmas starter for 13thx

((OOC: This is a yearly seasonal starter for @13thx ))

“I know Earth has a ton of holidays this time of year,” he told her as his future self walked on board his TARDIS, “From Christmas, to Hanukkah and to Kwanzaa and everything in between, there’s a ton of them.  I figured I’d try to celebrate every single one of them and I could think of nobody better to celebrate with, if you’d like to that is,” he smiled as she walked on board.  The idea had popped up in his head a few days before and he had sent a telepathic message out to her immediately so he was quite excited to see that she had arrived.

[goddamnmuses]

@13thx​ liked for a one liner.

“Where the heck did you come from!?”

[whomuses]

@13thx

"I didn't know you were here." he spoke in astonishment, coming to a stop, eyes widening at the sight of - his mum. He'd come here to deal with a distress call, all ready to help an awful situation, not sure what he was going into, but - well. He always scanned for her TARDIS first, and he hadn't picked up on it. Not here, so -seeing her - was weird. And his mind reached out to hers, instinctively seeking the family connection. "Are you okay?"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@13thx​

Nightmares. Definitely one of the curses of having long lives; she had them too; Jack had them; Ashildr probably had them, and they were to just name a few. Although, The Doctor had never doubted that The Master would have experienced them, she did doubt that she would ever hear about it. So it was with cautious optimism, and a lot of care; gentleness, when she spoke.

"Then tell me about it."

                ˜”*°•.    A little  spark;  a little  spark  everything it  took;  a spark  to  burn everything  to  the ground,  destroy  it.  An  act of  creation.  Didn’t  it start  with  an act  of  destruction ?  He  could feel  it.  Inside his  head,  destruction dancing  and  spinning around,  gripping  on his  sanity,  twisting it,  ravaging  it.  Annihilating  it.  He wanted to  scream;  scream so  loud,  time would  stop.  For  the  ache in  his  head was  growing  wilder and  wilder  every time  he  closed his  eyes.  It  wouldn’t stop. This  horrible  hallucination would  not  stop; it’d  be  there, always.  Haunting  him  in  his  awake, in his  sleep,  in every  trace  of his  existence.

Her  voice  was  triggering; his  mind  instantly screaming  for  him to  defend  himself,  to fight  her,  push her  away.  She was  a  THREAT.  Then why  did  she feel  like  a very  last  drop of  normalcy  ?  Of something  familiar.  Of something  almost  endearing. Safe.  ❝ It  won’t  stop. You  know  it  won’t  stop. We  can’t  make it  stop. ❞  Final words  coming  with a  laugh;  hand  meeting  the wall  with  force. ❝ But  you.  You can  do  it. Oh  this  was always  the  history, wasn’t  it ?  You and  me,  fighting and  fighting  until one  of   us  LOST. ❞  

[missysrehabilitation]

“I’m here.” - from 13! (also, hi!)

@13thx

Missy looked over at the Doctor. She blinked slowly, backing into the Tardis and away from the desolate landscape in front of her.

“I don’t want to be here.”