#anywherexwhen

[fartemis-crock]

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positivity corner: RANDOM EDITION the generator chose ....

@anywherexwhen

and I just gotta say, I LOVE ink on my dash. I miss ink. I love every character interaction we have. I have a special place in my heart for the werewolf my girl shot in the ass and I am waiting SO PATIENTLY for them to come back.

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@stage-set

autumn!!! we haven't written much together but I always LOVE their meta. I am always impressed by how much thought goes into their characters!!! And the aesthetics they choose???????? Omfg. Amazing. I think it's so so so so so good. I highly recommend ALL of their blogs

[sclfmastery]

(Touch Meme) He runs his fingers almost absently through Koschei’s hair, his attention elsewhere, chewing on one end of his sonic screwdriver as his thoughts whirl and drift. It’s a slow, rhythmic movement, fingertips ghosting along his scalp, the base of his wrist never quite disconnecting from the back of the other’s head… as if The Master will disappear if he loses contact even for an instant…

He might.

"Mm."

Who's to say Time Lords think, even exist, in a linear composition of time and space? Maybe moments of perfect contentment are tantamount to existing in an eternal right-here-and-now, out of which one can only be jarred by slipping out of the bliss-statein which Koschei now delights.

It has been long months, but the Doctor will once again feel the delirious joy of a rhythmically thrumming mind., gently throbbing against the walls of his own. It's the Master purring; it's rare, for it's entirely guileless.

"Stay, this time....I'm viciously clever...I'll find ways to keep up....bring you novelty....let you believe you're always right...choose me..?"

He draws back, eyes closed, lips searching in perfect faith for his complementary being.

[dreamswideawake]

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Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life || always accepting || @anywherexwhen

"WHO PUT ABBA IN THE TAPE PLAYER?" Johannes' voice screamed from the driving seat in an attempt to be heard over the synthesizers and piano scales from the introduction to Dancing Queen booming through the VW Camper Van stereo.

"DO YOU HAVE TO ASK?!" Mikael yelled from the passenger seat, gesticulating wildly as he tried to turn the volume dial down, to no avail. The Camper Van had many faults, one of which was the old tape deck which intermittently skipped, could not be turned off and invariably could never be turned down from max volume.

"AATOS, I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Johannes bellowed, followed by a slew of Finnish swear words. Yet, despite his fury, his driving was not affected by the blaring vocal stylings of the Swedish pop rock group.

In the back of the camper van, Aatos could barely breathe for laughing, rolling around in his seat next to Terje and Matias who were both snickering along with him. "I-...I WON'T HEAR ANY ABBA SLANDER, JOHA!" Aatos managed to shout out.

"WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THIS SHIT!" Johannes yelled back, the gears grinding as he pushed it into fourth gear to accelerate onto the motorway.

"FRIDAY NIGHT AND THE LIGHTS ARE LOW!" Terje suddenly belted out in a scream, causing Matias and Aatos to immediately roar with laughter at the sudden outburst. "LOOKING OUT FOR A PLACE TO GO!"

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Mikael chuckled, his voice barely audible over the sound of the crackling tape deck. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking down at the dusty floor mat beneath his feet.

"WHERE THEY PLAY THE RIGHT MUSIC, GETTING IN THE SWING, YOU COME TO LOOK FOR A KING!" Aatos half-sang, half shouted.

"Bring your old friend Aatos along, they said, it'll be fun, they said!" Johannes grumbled, his voice audible over the sound of the bridge.

"WITH A BIT OF ROCK MUSIC, EVERYTHING IS FINE-!" yelled Terje. "YOU'RE IN THE MOOD FOR A DANCE." added Mikael. "AND WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE - TAKE IT AWAY JOHA!" shouted Aatos.

"OH, FUCK- YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN!" bellowed Johannes. The three boys in the back of the van erupted into laughter and cheers and, before they knew it, everyone was singing along. None of them quite understood how any of them knew all the words, but it was a moment none of them were going to forget any time soon.

[remedialmuses]

Send 💘 for Muse A to talk about Muse’s B love life (or lack of one)

Muse A: Alan \\ Muse B: Barry (ALAN’S REVENGE!!)

multimuse grape vine || ENTHUSIASTICALLY accepting || @anywherexwhen

Alan, who had been fighting off the blush that had virtually burned his face with the intensity of his mortification, suddenly perked up.

"Oh...oh no-" Barry wagged his finger against the air, eyes widening as he watched Alan grin.

"I got asked, Bar," he replied with a nonchalant shrug and a deviously sly grin.

"Doesn’t mean you gotta answer, Al!" His voice wavered.

"But, I'm compelled to!" He cried. "When Barry and I were kids, he had a crush on this girl in our block: Susie Langford-" Barry let out an exasperated cry of disapproval. "- she was your typical little girl. Blonde hair, pigtails, pink frilly dress, the whole nine yards. Trouble is, she also had the typical girl mindset of: Eww, boys are gross!~ Aaaaand she broke Barry's heart..."

Barry groaned. "You can stop there, y'know, Al! We don't have to go through all of this!"

"Why not? We're just getting started!" Alan continued snarkily. "So, that's pretty much our theme here. Barry would find a girl, like her, then she'd reject him and break his heart. Managers never get the girls, Al. It's always the artists!"

"Am I wrong?!" Barry insisted furiously. "You got hoardes of fangirls practically throwing themselves at you! I am the drummer of this band while you're the lead singer gettin' all the action!"

Alan made a sceptical face. "I think we've already established I'm not really getting any action, haven't we?"

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Barry whined in objection, waving his wrists.

Alan chuckled, then considered. "You know what you need, Bar? Some girl who is absolutely head over heels for you...someone who just wants to live with you and cook for you and make you happy, y'know?"

Barry's expression softened a touch, then he grew playful again. "Think you can write me somebody like that?"

Alan laughed, looking at his shoes. "Maybe I'll give it a try, okay?"

[riddlesnap]

👩🏻+ What’s the best/cutest thing about your little Eddie?

Talk to my muse’s parents (mother)

"Cute? Uh, if you say so. Sure." Andrea responds with a roll of her eyes. No attempt is made to hide the derisive snort that follows, plumes of smoke billowing into the air as she shakes off the ashes of her cigarette. It's clear she's more interested in it than she is about the topic or the boy concerning it and why should she be? The opinion of strangers didn't merit highly on her list and Edward wasn't exactly what she'd call cute. The boy had already disappeared into the house, Andrea having told him to go bother his father about whatever silly questions had come into his head this time. "I guess he listens, which is more than what can be said about his father but then he's right back to doing the stupid ass thing you told him not to do. Yesterday he wanted to know why grass was green. Like, why would you even care about something like that? It just is." She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the end glowing like a beacon as she takes an exasperated breath. Edward was a handful, not cute.

[threadpull]

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

@anywherexwhen / smut meme

I'm assuming these are for Jon at this point, and I don't blame anyone LMAO

Affection: bigly so. He's not likely to have sex with anyone he isn't romantically interested in - not that he wouldn't, it's just. He isn't seeking that out. Wouldn't really pick up what someone was putting down. The other person would most likely have to initiate. But honestly, even if it was a one-night stand or something, he just? Is an affectionate person once he's able to physically engage in touch with someone. He actually likes missionary a lot because that position just allows for more closeness. Holding, kissing, pressed against one another, eye contact. He wants all of that.

Kiss and Tell: HELL NO. He'll savor that all to himself. The most he might do is tease his partner in front of others with an implication ("We were busy all of last night."), but he's not giving details. Would never share photos. Those are His.

[spxnglr]

IT WAS A CONFESSION BORNE FROM A SOMEWHAT HEATED DISCUSSION. As intoxicating as their shared ventures through the cosmos had quickly become, the accompanying dangers were commonplace, to say the least. So much so, they were almost expected, with he himself reacting with mild surprise whenever there wasn't some domestic or otherworldly force threatening their very existence.

STILL, IF ONLY SUCH CALM COULD LAST. The Daleks had returned - again. They were dictating some determination to obliterate some specific species they'd deemed inferior - again. Most relevant to this conversation, though, was that The Doctor had decided to hint that this could very well spell the end for his current face - again. There was definitely a pattern of familiarity emerging. However, on this specific occasion, for a reason as yet unknown, he himself had decided that his tolerance of this entire mess had reached an all-time low, and had snapped in response to the other's words - the true nature of his feelings escaping him within his rant.

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, HE FOUND HIMSELF SIGHING. Not to say that he regretted his outburst, but rather, the brash nature of it. The Doctor had lost. Plenty of times. Too many for both their respective likings.

❝ I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you. ❞

OFFERED ONCE THE TARDIS HAD STABILISED. He barely reacted to such sights anymore, not least the rare lapses of the other man's telepathic control.

❝ -- But I meant what I said. All of it. ❞

HE FINALLY DARED TO LOOK THE TIME LORD IN THE EYE. Steel laced his features as he closed the distance between them.

❝ Doctor, you know as well as I do that I'm a blip in this universe. My absence would barely be felt. Yours - it would be catastrophic. I'm confident in saying that we wouldn't stand much of a chance. ❞

@anywherexwhen || 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃.

[xinflesh]

@anywherexwhen Having the memories of a time lord, there was almost no concept of time. There didn't need to be when time was irrelevant and you traveled across all time and space. But there was a difference. Those were just memories in his head.

He wasn't the Doctor, he never was and never would be.

Johnny had lost track of how much time he'd spent here, how many years he'd been rotting away here. Granted it'd taken a while to reform, to have some semblance of stabilization. Looking like something of a deformed being didn't seem to matter though, when you were all alone on an island.

However as long he had been alone, he would know the sound of the TARDIS anywhere. So when he heard it he found himself rushing to where he'd heard it. When he saw who came out, he looked on with wide eyes.

"Doctor, is that actually you?" He looked the time lord over, "Not the one I was expecting to see...."