#mainplotters

[cherryao3nova]

//whoop!  Ive finally finished making my New Single Verse Susan Forman blog. @arkytiior Its in @mainplotters universe, so please bare this in mind and read the about page. <3

She does have her own TARDIS so she can still travel and meet people.

[thebadtimewolf]

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@madwclf​ | @northpolebear​ | @lefaemun​ | @corixr​ | @doctorattackeyebrows​ | @deserviing​ | @timemilitant​ | @starkastichotmess​ | @definitemadman​ | @outsidegovernmentbeyondpolice​ | @mainplotters​ |

“Move out of the way!” She had the gun pointed at the Dalek. Well, if they weren’t standing in between her shot and the Dalek itself. “Just, move over.”

[harknesstm]

@mainplotters (x)

“Wise choice, all things considered.” A conceding tilt of the head. There was no wind and they both knew it. What there was, however, was a quiet psychic call from Her. His favorite blue box, she was somewhere near. The fact that this wasn’t ‘his’ Doctor hadn’t been much of an issue, he’d known more than one. But the question of who he was nearly made him WINCE. Earlier, then. Not later. Oops. “You can’t feel it?” Eyebrows raised slightly and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m wrong.” He was over it, he was-- he was-- but the petty comment slipped out anyway. “Captain Jack Harkness. Hello, Doctor. We’re going to be friends one day.” A shrug as he amended the statement. “Most of the time, anyway.”

[jewishjanetandco]

@mainplotters​ // starter call --- for tentoo (?)

“why is everyone being so mean to me?!” jack snapped, taking an angry bite of his bread roll. “i don’t get it!” he had a dark red stain from his juice down the center of his white polo shirt and had knocked over a pitcher of creamer in his hormonal rage.

[boltxnbastard]

“Is discussing my social skills all you came here to do or is there something actually important?” ( eight )

Old rp sentences

❝ Your social skills aren’t important at all,   I agree! Who even are you? Exactly? ❞

[bandfullofmuses]

Two Lost Souls//mainplotters

Charlotte couldn’t shake off the strange feeling as she stepped out from the diner that she worked at. After another long day, she felt so tired that she wanted to just go back to her little apartment and get back to her art. But today, it felt strange. Like something was going to happen, but she didn’t know what it was. Her life seemed normal. It wasn’t going to change. She claimed that she was the woman that was left by her parents when she was a child and now was all alone in this world. At first, it seemed lonely. But she grew to be used to this lifestyle. At least she had her art to keep her going.

There were also the dreams that she would have. It didn’t make any sense to her, but some were so beautiful. A magical place where a city that was covered in a dome and the people that had the knowledge of time and space. Within it, there were times where there would be an awful war that tore this lovely place apart. These dreams would inspire her to put these visions onto a canvas and make them come to life. They were her escape from the real world. Where she could be a traveler and explore these different worlds and not have a care in the universe.

The only thing she ever did have from her only family was a pocket watch. But this pocket watch was certainly odd. It wouldn’t open up for her, and there were strange writings upon them. She tried for years to read it to make sense of it. But every time she did, it would give her a headache. Making her give up on it sometime after that.

She made her way down the street from the diner and headed for the crowd to make her way past them to head for her home. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see the man she bumped into. “Sorry.” She mumbled to him before rushing pass him to avoid confrontation. Little did she know that she dropped something close to the man’s feet. Her pocket watch.

[theagentturnedwanderer-archive]

“ are you trying to lean in and kiss me right now? ” ( from eight )

kiss sentence starters.

@mainplotters

“No... You had a piece of burning coal stuck in your hair,” she said flicking her hand away. “If I wanted to kiss you trust me, you would know.” 

[deathxproof-archive]

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜ ( from eight )

“I’m-- I’m fine?” he offered, looking back at him, unsure of how to respond. He felt fine, certainly, but that didn’t always mean he was okay. Maybe he was just caught off guard, both by the man in front of him and from the being hostage. So he finally moved, shifted to get up, and found himself struggling in place and gripping at a rail beside him to pull himself up more. 

“I just need a minute.”