#thechildgenius

[ask-xi]

Hi guys. As part of a massive overhaul of my blog, I’m dropping the following threads. Apologies that I’m having to do this as I’ve loved playing with everyone possible but I can no longer devote the time to the amount of threads I have going. I don’t know if the mention limit really is 10 or if I’ve pulled that out of thin air, but I’m dash-spamming today in blocks of 10 mentions. (Ok I squeezed 11 on this one)

If you had an idea you were looking forward to in any of the threads I am dropping, please don’t be afraid to message me or send me an ask if you want to talk plot. Otherwise if you are still keen to play with me and you have no other threads with me, keep an eye out for any plot things or memes I do in future and I’ll see what I can do.

@survivingthedemonsinside Crossing The Path Of A Crossbreed 

@tamaraneanroyalhousehold Thread

@theagentturnedwanderer Bite Me

@thechildgenius Dimension Cannon

@thecxrator Thread (Missy) - sorry, love, dropping my ‘canon’ Missy threads!

@thedemonafteryouangel It Won’t Stop Squirting

@theiracademydaysareover Thread

@virtualizedcyberplannermrclever Role Reversal (with X & XI)  

@wednesdayswithclara Yes Master & Moan & Favour

@wolfsircn Exist 

@ziencora Bored & Thread

[tenthdoctor-allonsy]

PSA: My computer is not working and I’m not really a fan of the Tumblr app. Gonna download it just to keep track with asks. I’m sorry it’s gonna take longer to answer threads. (I really don’t know what to do without my computer. But me dad said that it’ll be fixed tomorrow. I sincerely hope so.)

AS SOON AS I GET IT BACK, I’LL DO REPLIES.

PROMISE.

[impossibleoswld-blog]

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SEND A ✉ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER (1-65) FOR A TEXT MESSAGE FROM MY MUSE TO YOURS.

Number Generated: 29

[ Text ] : I can’t believe you just broke up with me over text.

[impossibleoswld-blog]

"Shit, shit, shit!" Leah hissed her curses from the en-suite bathroom, in a robe, frantically trying to cover up her bleeding wrist before Clara saw again. Leah had promised to stop after all, but it'd been too tempting. "C'mon, c'mon," she pleaded, running her wrist under the tap, watching the blood flow away. "Ow!"

Clara heard a loud noise coming from the en-suite as she ruffled her brunette hair and smiled sweetly to herself in the mirror. It wasn’t usual for Leah to make such a racket unless something either terrible or good was happening behind that closed door and the brunette grew suspicious as she heard the slight whispers of the blonde’s voice. “You okay?” she exclaimed, before barging in unannounced to the girl. Clara had really learnt from past experience that it was probably better to leave the girl be for some-time, unless she didn’t answer of course. The impossible girl didn’t want to fight.

[defendinghim]

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4. Infiltrator: Your muse slips in my muse’s gang to gain information

To say that one did not trust a personeasily was an understatement. In this world trust was a matter oflife and death. On the other hand, a person’s reputation could grantparticular favors and if you ‘knew a guy who knew a guy’ then lifewas a little easier all around. It was the only reason she intendedto meet with the girl. There was some lose connection between someoneClara knew and this veritable stranger, and because favors servedvery much like currency, here she was.

It was a public place; a quiet littleshop where she was free to get coffee and watch it cool in the theceramic mug in front of her. She seemed almost completely absorbed inwatching the steam dissipate, but the sound of someone approachingcaused her to look up and a little smile was already fixed on herlips. “Hello,” she offered. The friendly disposition oftendistracted people, but then again that was the whole point of it.“Have a seat if you’d like. …rather you did actually. Be strangeif you stood the whole time. Coffee? Tea? Hot cocoa? It’ll warm youright up.”

[blondeandpinkdefender]

"I trusted you!"

“Yes…yes, I know, but this is for your own good!” Rose yelled back at her daughter, her face stained with her running make up and dry tears, being run over by fresh ones. “Please believe me,” Rose cried.

[blondeandpinkdefender]

"Well, I have a microphone, and you don't, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!" Leah proclaimed, standing on the stage in front of her mother, the guy she was marrying, and the guests, but she didn't care. "You can't marry this bastard, Mum, he's using you for your fame and money! I'm sorry, but you're in denial, God damn it. If you marry anyone, it's got to be Dad, he LOVES YOU!"

Rose looked on to her daughter in horror. Anger clearly showed in her eyes while her hands gripped onto her bouquet so tightly, her knuckles were turning white. As she sighed, her head bowing into her red rose bouquet, she had no choice but to listen to what her daughter had to say. As she spoke, Rose’s head gradually looked up at her. Her mouth fell open and her bouquet fell out of her hands. Immediately, she turned to Jimmy and asked, “Is this true?” She barely need an answer as she started to reach for the engagement ring on her finger.

[blondeandpinkdefender]

"Wait, you're getting married?!"

“No,” Rose said patiently to her drunk daughter at her bachelorette party, “You are, you sloshed idiot.” She chuckled.