𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔, 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿𝘼𝙎𝙃!

𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨. 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙆 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎.

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                                                         FOR SOME PEOPLE,                                                     𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙇, 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎                                                 ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!

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𝘌𝘚𝘛. 𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙 2019. 𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘈𝘔𝘗𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘈𝘠 2022. 𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘠 𝘗𝘖𝘗𝘚.

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I’ll be revamping as best I can over this next week, though @spxnglr is probably going to remain my main at the moment, so catch me there if you haven’t already.

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                                                         FOR SOME PEOPLE,                                                     𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙇, 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎                                                 ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!

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𝘌𝘚𝘛. 𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙 2019. 𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘈𝘔𝘗𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘈𝘠 2022. 𝘙𝘌𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘠 𝘗𝘖𝘗𝘚.

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 ARE YOU TROUBLED BY 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚂 IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?  DO YOU EXPERIENCE FEELINGS OF 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 IN YOUR BASEMENT OR ATTIC? HAVE YOU OR YOUR FAMILY ACTUALLY SEEN A 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙺, 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝚁 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃?               IF THE ANSWER IS YES THEN DON’T WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE:                  𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚄𝙿 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝚂.

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𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘌, 𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘓𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 & 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘿𝙍. 𝙀𝙂𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀𝙍 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔 1984'𝘚 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘈𝘕𝘋 1989'𝘚 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 2. 𝘌𝘚𝘛. 𝘈𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘓 6𝘛𝘏 2022. 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘠 𝘉𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘠 𝘗𝘖𝘗𝘚.

𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘿. | 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈.

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When you log back in for the first time in [REDACTED] and you notice a number of your posts blew up with notes while you were away.

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The permanent starter call has been given a REVAMP!

However, the same rules still apply - open to both newcomers and familiar faces, feel free to give this a heart or reblog if you want to interact with Five, and I’ll be sure to write a fresh starter for you as and when I have the time!

With multimuses, comment a preference if you have one. If not, I’ll choose a muse for you.

MUTUALS ONLY, please! Thank you!

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The shipping call has been revamped!

If we haven’t discussed shipping and you want your muse to be shipped with Five in any way, be it close friends, a familial bond, mentor/protegee, angst or even enemies, smash that heart or reblog button and I will contact you.

Although I am also open to romantic ships, as it states in my rules, I am VERY fussy, so please do bear this in mind.

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The inbox call has been revamped!

A warm invitation to those who would like to hand Five a spare key to their inbox. Give this a heart or reblog and we will endeavour to send you prompts as and when we want!

I’ll be sure to offer your pages a look-through unless you want anything specific - in which case, let me know.

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My drafts are…*deflating balloon sounds*

SO! Like/reblog this for a starter! 

Multis, specify muse! Specify a verse too!

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@14thsunrise​ asked: Gawks at (my muse) for an uncomfortable amount of time.

𝘿𝙀𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏 || 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂!

HE COULD SENSE THE EYES DRILLING THEIR STARE INTO THE BACK OF HIS NECK. 

IT WASN’T JUST ANY STARE, HOWEVER. No, this stare had a very strange air of familiarity to it, almost as if he recognised it. One did not exist for as long as he did without developing an instinct along the way - that which had saved his existence on a number of occasions - however, in this circumstance, the urge to flee or retaliate did not make itself known to him. Odd, that.

WITH A SPIN, HIS BLONDE HAIR SWISHING, HE TURNED TO FACE THE STRANGER, HIS GAZE ALERT AND SUSPICIOUS. Brow raised, frown etched, he took a few small, gentle steps towards her, his tilted head a sign of his evident confusion. 

HE EVENTUALLY STOPPED, HIS OWN STARE HAVING BECOME JUST AS INTENSE AS HERS. 

“...Have we met?”

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@therapardalis​ asked: Name: Thera, Oh No Age: You may well be a toy-boy Do you like to cuddle?: Yes Can we make-out?: Are you sure you know what this means? A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries What makes you a good Valentine?: I’m a sensible understanding lady who can take charge when panic occurs. Also I’m sexy as hell. What more could you want? Would you cook for me?: Yes Would you let me cook for you?: Is this a good idea?

𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙀'𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂!

“What do you mean, am I sure I know what making out means? Humans use it on their face. Lipstick, powder, rouge. That sort of thing.”

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✧𝙏𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙇𝘽𝙔✧

Loss had become an all too familiar thing in Tommy’s life. He couldn’t recount just how many people he’d lost in his lifetime so far, but it was far more than a single person should ever experience. Over time he’d grown accustomed to it, even numb.

Then he’d lost Grace. A loss he still hadn’t processed and healed from. Worse yet, he was fully aware that it was his fault. Same with John’s death. It was all connected, and it had all been triggered by his decisions. His ambition and stubbornness had led to the death of people he loved, and there was no going back from that. A knowledge he had to live with for the rest of his life. Not only that, but, some day, once they were old enough, he’d have to admit to both his own son, and John’s children that it had been his fault - and his fault alone, no matter what Arthur claimed - they had lost a parent.

The funeral had been over only a few hours ago, and Tommy had left Charlie with Polly and Ada, while he claimed he had something else to do, something business related. Unsurprisingly, Polly hadn’t been too happy about it, but he prefered having her upset with him than to admit he needed some time to himself to pull himself back together. The loss of his brother had hit him, and hit him hard.

So his mood had been less than happy when someone knocked on the door of his small one-room lodging. At first he considered not answering, but the knock had been persistent enough for him to get up, after all. The door, then, had been opened with far more force than was necessary, and Tommy was just about to go off on whoever it was when the words got stuck in his throat.

Standing in front of him was someone he hadn’t seen in years; someone he hadn’t expected to see ever again. “Doctor..” He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about the sudden meeting, especially considering the circumstances. Along with seeing the Doctor came a flood of emotions he wasn’t quite sure how to process. So he just stood there, staring at the other. “What are you doing here?”

HE HAD TO ADMIT, IT WAS A SORRY SIGHT. Tommy Shelby, arguably one of the strongest men he had ever had the honour - yes, that’s what it was, regardless of his repuation - of travelling with, reduced to a grief-stricken shell of that which he normally was. Of course, Tommy had witnessed death during his lifetime; no doubt he had been the dealer of a number of those occasions, but regardless, family was family, and losing family prompted a pain of quite the unbearable sort.

THE DOCTOR UNDERSTOOD THAT PAIN ALL-TOO-WELL - HIS FAMILY WAS LONG-GONE, AFTER ALL. 

“I assure you, I wasn’t prying - my landing here was purely coincidental...but the local word is rife, Tommy. I wouldn’t have been able to avoid it.”

HE FELL SILENT FOR A MOMENT, WELL-AWARE THAT, HOWEVER GOOD HIS INTENTIONS MAY HAVE BEEN, THERE WAS A CHANCE THAT HIS APPEARANCE WASN’T ENTIRELY WELCOMED - AND THAT WAS FINE. Those in mourning possessed their own individual coping mechanisms, whether that was the comfort or family and friends or the deafening silence of their own isolation. Regardless, he had made his face known, and had uttered his condolences. If that all that this meeting was going to entail, then so be it.

“If you wish to remain alone, I can leave, that’s no problem at all-”

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✧𝙃𝙈, 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀✧

Albert smiled back to him at his comment on the invitation, but his brow did drop at what followed, more thought than complaint. “I -have discovered in this role that those who think they -do not deserve -generosity are often  those most in need of it.” There was always room and time for gentleness, privilege such as his own allowed for plenty of it.

“I -can always -find -time for what is most important at -Christmas.” He smiled and stroked over the corgi’s belly, his legs twitching just the once in a half awake greeting before they stilled again back into a sleep, far too comfortable to properly pay attention to Albert it seemed.

“I -cannot have been the only -person in -time and -space -to have invited you for the -holiday.” He assumed, though he knew it might have been that the Doctor had received the invitation decades ago and had just chosen a time more convenient to stop by, he guessed such was the nature of time travel. “So I am very -pleased that you -accepted mine on this -occasion.”

He spared a careful and patient look over his friend, wondering what he might have endured in his latest adventure or what indeed he might have lost since he had last seen him. “Is it a -moot -point -to ask you -how you are and -how you -have been?”

“Your reputation for kindness to those less fortunate has always preceded you. Is it any wonder that they called you the Industrial Prince?”

IT WAS A SUBTLE REFERENCE TO WHAT WAS BY NOW AN OUTDATED NICKNAME, IF ONLY BY TITLE RATHER THAN RELEVANCE. While his father, also George, was still alive - and while he himself had been in preparation for a life without a crown - the young Albert had sought to embark on tours and visits of the country’s many factories, railyards and other manufacturing establishments on his behalf. It had showed a magnificent empathy and a willingness to connect with that which the people depended on so much, and his efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed. For The Doctor, it signalled a testament to his continued reputation.

“You’d be surprised, Your Majesty - I often find myself a somewhat lonesome individual during this time of year,” He admitted, his tone indifferent, almost lighthearted to the prospect, “Christmas is very much an Earth tradition, after all; the only other places that celebrate it are those that have been settled on by humans centuries into the future. It’s not as common as one would think. Still, I keep myself occupied regardless - but this? I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

HE UTTERED A GENUINE SMILE. While never being one to outright align himself with figures of authority, Bertie had always been a man whom he’d held a great deal of respect for. If Bertie himself were to ever refer to him as a friend, he’d have no objections. Quite the opposite.

“How am I? A little weary, if the truth be told. I’ve actually been rather busy. Nothing unbearable, but still, I suppose I’m what humans would call an old man. Even I need my rest now and again.”

HE OFFERED A LOW, QUIET CHUCKLE.

“How are you? And your family? I do hope all is well.”

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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Hello my lovelies.

Work has been particularly draining as of late due to a revamp in procedures and conduct, requiring more input from myself than ever before.

That being said, I’ll be here across all (or most) of my boys tomorrow! Much love to you all, I hope you’re doing well and keeping safe. xoxo

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Detailed action prompt.   

(NOTE.  “My muse” is the person that reblogged the memes, muse)

Makes eye contact with (my muse)  then looks away sheepishly.  

Falls on face,  notices (my muse) witnessed it,  tries to play it off like it was done on purpose. 

Picks up (my muse) and spins them around until dizzy.   

Tries to catch (my muse)  but ends up losing balance and falls with them instead.  

Tries not to cry but as soon as they see (my muse) they burst into sobs.  

Runs at (my muse) at full speed to tackle them to the ground.   

Gives a lingering kiss to (my muse’s) lips.  

Tries to cook in the kitchen but everything bursts into flames, they are in a panic.  

Takes (my muse) by the hand and drags them off to do something fun.   

Gently taps finger against  (my muse’s) nose.  

Tucks lock of hair behind (my muse’s) ear.  

Glares intensely at (my muse)  not daring to look away

Hides behind something to jump out and SCARE (my muse)

Tucks (my muse) into bed after along day. 

Clings to (my muse)  in a possessive sort of way. 

Gets caught spying on (my muse)  then starts running away. 

Aggressively attacks (my muse) out of nowhere. 

Holds (my muse) close to comfort them  

Tries to hide the increasing blush on their face caused by (My muse)

Teases (your muse) but it ends up going too far.   

Throws (my muse) up into the air as if they are as light as a feather

Awkwardly asks (my muse)  out on a date

Corners (my muse) so that they cannot escape them. 

Gives (my muse) a piggy back which ends with them both falling over. 

Hugs (my muse) and refuses to let go. 

Brushes thumb along (my muse’s)  cheekbone.  

Presses forehead against (my muse’s) forehead. 

interlocks fingers with (my muse’s)

Acts like they aren’t jealous but are actually jealous that (my muse) was spending time with someone else.  

Jumps in the way of (my muse) and potential danger. 

Yells at (my muse) for doing something dangerous.  

Ruffles (my muse’s)  hair until it’s in complete disarray

Bridal carries (my muse) away for fun.  

Gawks at (my muse) for an uncomfortable amount of time.  

(My muse) is being harassed, your muse comes to the rescue.  

Sniffs (my muse) just because.  

Follows (my muse) around like a lost puppy. 

Tries to impress (my muse)  but fails miserably

Confesses romantic feelings to (my muse) in a very beautiful and thought out way.  

Drunkenly approaches (my muse) claiming they are married. 

Frantically runs away from my muse who is in hot pursuit of them.   

Trips and falls on top of (my muse)  instantly making things really awkward between them.  

Casually sits on (my muse) because they feel like it

Licks (my muse’s) cheek because they’re a weirdo 

Stutters while trying to give (my muse) a compliment because they look really cute

Places a ‘friendship’ bracelet around ‘my muse’s’ wrist, which is actually handcuffs.  

Accidentally drops a drink over (my muse’s) head.  

Slaps (my muse) in the face repeatedly because they deserve it.  

Tackle hugs (my muse) to the ground

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Some sexual tension / attraction prompts

Send a prompt for my muse to respond to it! Feel free to elaborate, create your own, send multiple, etc. Some smut-related prompts.

1. [unlikely kiss] - Your muse kisses mine, but they are not in a relationship with one another, so it comes as something of a surprise. Works for enemies to lovers, rivals with sexual tension, unrequired-or-is-it dynamics, crushes, etc. 2. [distracting kiss] - Your muse kisses mine to avoid answering a difficult question or discussing a difficult topic. My muse may or may not realise they’re being used as a distraction. 3. [laughing kiss] - Your muse kisses mine whilst laughing. Maybe they bumped noses, clacked teeth, or are generally giggly. Intimacy can be funny! 4. [heated stare] - Your muse gazes heatedly at mine, clearly undressing them with their eyes.  5. [taunting stare] - Your muse gazes mischeviously at mine, clearly trying to taunt them into something sexual, romantic, or playful. 6. [blissful stare] - Your muse gazes softly, dazedly at mine during the afterglow. 7. [wall slam] - Your muse pushes mine roughly into a wall, their faces only inches apart - or, if your muse pushes mine chest-first, my muse can feel yours’ breath on the back of their neck. 8. [pin arms] - Your muse pins mine’s arms to restrain them for whatever reason. Tension ensues.  9. [handsy] - Our muses make out and fumble with one another whilst fully clothed. 10. [thigh touch] - Your muse slides their hand slowly up my muse’s thigh, gazing at them the entire time to gauge their response. 11. [consent is sexy] - Your muse asks permission to touch mine below the waist, above or beneath clothing. 12. [sharing is caring] - Your muse catches mine wearing their shirt, still in the process of buttoning it or pulling it on. 13. [quiet jealousy] - Your muse becomes jealous over my muse for whatever reason, and expresses it non-verbally, lingering closer to my muse than usual, touching them casually, etc. 14. [that scent] - Your muse leans in to sniff my muse. When my muse turns their head to look, their faces are very close together. 15. [intoxicated] - Our muses, who are not in a relationship, are tipsy together and end up fooling around as a result.