ncuti-muses

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fifteenandcounting | a fifteenth doctor rp blog | independent, selective, indie | portrayed by ncuti gatwa

[ncuti-muses]

@ncuti-muses — an independent and selective roleplaying blog featuring a variety of muses, all played by Ncuti Gatwa (both canon and original characters). Our muses range from the unpredictable 15th Doctor, the charming Algernon Moncrieff, the competitive Valentin Manzi, to original creations like Elias & Laurent DuPont and Zavius Aratan -- all ready for complex interactions, adventures, and heartfelt moments.

Genres: Sci-fi, drama, adventure, fantasy, action, romance and more.

18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Mature themes may be explored -- violence, dark humor, and emotional intensity included.

Please read the rules before interacting!

[ncuti-muses]

@ncuti-muses — an independent and selective roleplaying blog featuring a variety of muses, all played by Ncuti Gatwa (both canon and original characters). Our muses range from the unpredictable 15th Doctor, the charming Algernon Moncrieff, the competitive Valentin Manzi, to original creations like Elias & Laurent DuPont and Zavius Aratan -- all ready for complex interactions, adventures, and heartfelt moments.

Genres: Sci-fi, drama, adventure, fantasy, action, romance and more.

18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Mature themes may be explored -- violence, dark humor, and emotional intensity included.

Please read the rules before interacting!

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Kit arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief as he stepped toward the blue box.

“Danger and mystery, you say? Sounds like you’ve been reading my reviews,” he quipped, casting a curious glance over the TARDIS exterior. “Though I must say, Doctor, I’ve walked into many doors in my time… none that hummed with this much promise.”

With a dramatic sweep of his coat, Kit strode inside -- and halted, awe widening his eyes as he took in the vastness of the TARDIS interior.

“Well now,” he breathed, spinning slowly in place. “I’ve written metaphors about impossible spaces, but this… this puts them all to shame.” He turned to face the Doctor again, that familiar grin growing broader. “Right then. Show me something impossible. I dare you.”

closed starter for @ncuti-muses (kit marlowe -- for Eddie!)

The TARDIS materialised on the edge of a bustling Elizabethan street, the air thick with the scent of ink and woodsmoke. The door swung open and out stepped the Doctor, eyes scanning the crowd with curious intensity.

"Ah, Kit Marlowe, poet, spy, and -- well, a bit of a wild card, yes? Funny thing -- seeing you here with a face that seems oddly familiar. Must be a coincidence. Or maybe not. Either way, I’ve got questions. Care to take a walk through time with me and unravel a few mysteries?"

He grinned, offering a hand. "After all, history’s never quite what it seems, is it?"

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The Doctor didn’t flinch. In fact, he smiled. Slow. Pleased. Like a man admiring the sound of a blade being sharpened. “Oh, Belinda…” he breathed, voice smooth as silk dragged over broken glass. “There it is. That’s the aria I was waiting for.”

He stepped closer, not to intimidate -- but to study, to savour. Like her fury was a work of art only he could appreciate. “You think you’re breaking the script,” he murmured, circling her now, like gravity itself had bent around her fire. “But the truth is -- you’re still in the story I wrote. Every line. Every choice. Even this moment… was part of the crescendo.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something conspiratorial. “But don’t mistake that for control, no no. I don’t want a puppet.” His smile sharpened. “I want a partner who can bite back.”

He stepped away then, arms spread like he was welcoming applause from a crowd only he could hear. “So go on, Belinda Chandra. Break the script. Tear it to pieces. Because even when the notes change -- I’m still the one holding the baton.”

He turned his head, just slightly, eyes gleaming with something terrifyingly fond. “And you? You’re still playing my song.”

closed starter for @ncuti-muses (evil!15 Doctor)! (contains minor spoilers for The Interstellar Song Contest)

The glittering remnants of the Interstellar Song Contest still echoed in Belinda's mind, but the melody had soured. The Doctor she knew -- vibrant, compassionate, a beacon amidst chaos -- had twisted into something unrecognizable. His eyes, once filled with wonder, now held a chilling detachment.

"You orchestrated the entire contest, didn't you?" she whispered, stepping cautiously onto the TARDIS's threshold. "Not to celebrate unity, but to manipulate, to control." She clutched her chest. "They trusted you. I trusted you."

The space station hummed, its usual warmth replaced by an unsettling stillness. Belinda's voice trembled, but her resolve was firm. "I don't know what you are anymore, but if there's any part of the Doctor I knew left in you, prove it. Let them go."

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Kit’s eyes flicker with a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he steps forward, taking the Doctor’s hand with a confident grip. “Well now, Doctor, you do have a knack for making an entrance. A familiar face, you say? Perhaps the cosmos has a sense of humour -- or maybe it’s just fate playing her tricks. Spy, poet, wild card… not a bad summation, though I prefer to think of myself as a man who sees the world a bit differently.”

He leans in slightly, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “Walk with you through time, you say? Lead the way, but be warned -- I’m no stranger to danger, and I’m not one to shy from a good mystery. Let’s see where your TARDIS takes us, Doctor.”

closed starter for @ncuti-muses (kit marlowe -- for Eddie!)

The TARDIS materialised on the edge of a bustling Elizabethan street, the air thick with the scent of ink and woodsmoke. The door swung open and out stepped the Doctor, eyes scanning the crowd with curious intensity.

"Ah, Kit Marlowe, poet, spy, and -- well, a bit of a wild card, yes? Funny thing -- seeing you here with a face that seems oddly familiar. Must be a coincidence. Or maybe not. Either way, I’ve got questions. Care to take a walk through time with me and unravel a few mysteries?"

He grinned, offering a hand. "After all, history’s never quite what it seems, is it?"

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The Doctor tilted his head, watching her with something dangerously close to amusement -- as if her defiance were a curious little tune he hadn’t heard in ages. “Oh, Belinda…” he murmured, voice dipped in mock sympathy. “You still think this is about betrayal. About hurt feelings. As if this is a morality play and not a symphony far beyond your scale.”

He circled her slowly, hands gesturing like a maestro conjuring invisible strings. “You do remember the original melody. That’s why I chose you. Because underneath all that compassion, all that righteous fury… you understand performance. The weight of the moment. The silence between notes.”

He stopped in front of her, close enough for her to feel the cold calculation behind his gaze.

“And if I’ve broken anything, Belinda, it’s only because something better needs to be built in its place. Something… harmonious.” His smile returned, serene and sickening. “But don’t worry. You won’t be standing and applauding.”

A pause.

“You’ll be centre stage.” And with that, the lights in the space station dimmed, casting long shadows -- like curtains drawing on the first act of something far more dangerous.

closed starter for @ncuti-muses (evil!15 Doctor)! (contains minor spoilers for The Interstellar Song Contest)

The glittering remnants of the Interstellar Song Contest still echoed in Belinda's mind, but the melody had soured. The Doctor she knew -- vibrant, compassionate, a beacon amidst chaos -- had twisted into something unrecognizable. His eyes, once filled with wonder, now held a chilling detachment.

"You orchestrated the entire contest, didn't you?" she whispered, stepping cautiously onto the TARDIS's threshold. "Not to celebrate unity, but to manipulate, to control." She clutched her chest. "They trusted you. I trusted you."

The space station hummed, its usual warmth replaced by an unsettling stillness. Belinda's voice trembled, but her resolve was firm. "I don't know what you are anymore, but if there's any part of the Doctor I knew left in you, prove it. Let them go."

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The Doctor stood with his back to her, hands clasped neatly behind him, as holographic remnants of the song contest flickered around the console room of the space station -- melodies fractured, applause looped and distorted like echoes in a haunted cathedral.

"You say you trusted me, Belinda," he said smoothly, voice like velvet laced with poison. "But trust is such a fragile thing. You gave it so freely. That was your first mistake."

He turned slowly, a smile playing on his lips -- too sharp, too calm. "And unity?" He scoffed, stepping closer. "Unity is a lie sung in harmony. Every great empire begins with a performance. I just… conducted the overture."

His gaze darkened as it locked with hers. "You still think I'm the villain in all this. But you’ll see. Sooner or later, you'll understand. I don’t destroy worlds, Belinda. I tune them."

A beat. His smile widened. "Now… shall we dance to the next verse?"

closed starter for @ncuti-muses (evil!15 Doctor)! (contains minor spoilers for The Interstellar Song Contest)

The glittering remnants of the Interstellar Song Contest still echoed in Belinda's mind, but the melody had soured. The Doctor she knew -- vibrant, compassionate, a beacon amidst chaos -- had twisted into something unrecognizable. His eyes, once filled with wonder, now held a chilling detachment.

"You orchestrated the entire contest, didn't you?" she whispered, stepping cautiously onto the TARDIS's threshold. "Not to celebrate unity, but to manipulate, to control." She clutched her chest. "They trusted you. I trusted you."

The space station hummed, its usual warmth replaced by an unsettling stillness. Belinda's voice trembled, but her resolve was firm. "I don't know what you are anymore, but if there's any part of the Doctor I knew left in you, prove it. Let them go."

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🤜🏻Beach🏝️Off Series🤛🏻pt. 2 - 7/7

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🎉 Our Askbox is Open! 🎉

Hey there, everyone! 👋

We’re excited to let you know that the askbox is officially OPEN, and our muses are ready and eager to interact with YOU! Whether you’ve got questions, want to start a roleplay, or just want to chat with one of the many characters on the blog, now’s your chance!

What You Can Do:

Ask our muses anything! Want to know the Doctor’s latest wild theories? Or perhaps Eric’s thoughts on social issues? Or maybe you just want to ask Ken about his latest artistic endeavours? Drop your questions here!

Roleplay with us! If you're looking to start a roleplay, feel free to send a message or drop a starter into our inbox. Specify which character you want to interact with, and we'll jump right in!

Plot Ideas: If you’ve got any fun plot ideas or headcanons you want to explore with our muses, feel free to pitch them! We love collaborating on new stories and would be thrilled to create something special together.

How to Get Involved:

Be Specific: With so many muses, it’s super helpful if you let us know which character you’d like to talk to. For example, “Hey Doctor, what’s your favourite adventure so far?” or “Eric, what’s going on with you and Maeve?” This helps us keep things organized and ensures the right muse is responding.

Reblogs > Likes: If you’re enjoying our content, please reblog it! Likes are great, but reblogs help us keep our threads alive and visible, which we really appreciate.

We’re so excited to see your questions, ideas, and roleplay requests! Our muses are ready for action and can’t wait to interact with all of you. Thank you for being part of our blog, and let’s make some magic happen together! ✨

Feel free to ask away or drop a message in our askbox, and we’ll get back to you ASAP! Let the fun begin! 🎭

[ncuti-muses]

@ncuti-muses — an independent and selective roleplaying blog featuring a variety of muses, all played by Ncuti Gatwa (both canon and original characters). Our muses range from the unpredictable 15th Doctor, the charming Algernon Moncrieff, the competitive Valentin Manzi, to original creations like Elias & Laurent DuPont and Zavius Aratan -- all ready for complex interactions, adventures, and heartfelt moments.

Genres: Sci-fi, drama, adventure, fantasy, action, romance and more.

18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Mature themes may be explored -- violence, dark humor, and emotional intensity included.

Please read the rules before interacting!

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"Shut Up" Kiss starters

"You talk too much." 💋 "Just… stop talking." 💋 "This is getting us nowhere. Let me show you instead." 💋 "Enough words, more action." 💋 "Shhh, don't say anything." 💋 "You know what? Let's just…" 💋 "I've been waiting for this moment, no more interruptions." 💋 "Save your breath." 💋 "Words won't fix this, but maybe this will." 💋 "Stop overthinking it and just…" 💋 "I'm tired of hearing excuses. Let me show you how I feel." 💋 "For once, let's communicate without words." 💋 "I don't need to hear it. I just need…" 💋 "I don't want explanations. I want…" 💋 "Actions speak louder than words." 💋 "Quiet now, let me do the talking." 💋 "I've heard enough. Let me take over." 💋 "No need to explain. Just…" 💋 "You don't have to say anything. I understand." 💋 "I love you. That's all that matters." 💋

[GRAB] The sender gently grabs the receiver's face and pulls them close. [PRESS] The sender presses their lips firmly against the receiver's, silencing them. [INTERRUPT] The sender interrupts the receiver's speech by initiating a kiss. [HUSH] The sender places a finger over the receiver's lips before leaning in for a kiss. [SILENT] The receiver's kiss renders the sender momentarily speechless. [CALM] The sender's kiss calms the receiver's nerves, quieting their speech.

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On anon or not, tell me who you ship my character with.

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Send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.

You [ the sender ] can include context as to whether or not it is done out of anger, as a threat, sexual tension, playfulness, etc.. or else let the receiver decide! Send "PINNED + reverse" for your muse to be pinned by mine instead!

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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SCREAMINGG THIS LOOKS SO GOOD

NEW Doctor Who Trailer 💫