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Actual photo evidence of me listening to you speaking about and presenting your OCs to me and my muses:

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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒!

We are making a masterlist for the Doctor Who Roleplay community on here! Before you REBLOG this post, please list the following in the tags so we can put you on the list accordingly:

Name of Muse/Character 

Canon, Canon Divergent, OC, etc. 

Classic, Modern, or Extended Universe (audios, novels, comics, etc.)

Multi-muse or Single muse blog

Thank you! Be sure to REBLOG this post to help spread the word around. Likes do not count. 

LINK TO THE MASTERLIST

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I would like to salute the people who ship their ocs with non romanceable NPCs 🫡

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That reminds me...I still gotta write up my Dragon Age verse for Synnove. Whoops. Been meaning to do that. 😅

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#𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 is an indie, selective & mutuals only MULTIMUSE roleplay blog featuring a Tav interpretation ─ SYNNOVE WILLOWLIGHT ─ from BALDUR'S GATE 3 (DnD & Forgotten Realms too), with verses in The Witcher, Dragon Age, & more! Adult themes apply, so 21+ only. Fated by Serenity.

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Ciri remembering people important to her

Bonus:

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Things that don’t matter to me about another roleplayer:

If you use icons; some people just can’t, or don’t like it.

If you have to reply on the mobile app; I can trim our posts for us so we don’t piss people off.

If you need time to reply; Just let me know so I don’t think the thread is dropped. Everyone takes different amounts of time to do things. Never feel bad if your muse just isn’t working with you.

If you need to drop a thread; as long as you tell me I wont be mad. Sometimes we all just have too much going on, or get bored. We can always plot somethign else.

If you don’t ship our muses; Some people just don’t work together, and maybe they should just be friends. Friends aren’t a second place trophy, and I wont treat them like they are.

If your text is fancy; concentrate on the words you use, not the aesthetics. Wont matter to me if you took an extra how ever long making the words little, if I’m only getting two words back anyways.

If your replies match mine in length; Sometimes you can’t find enough words, and you shouldn’t feel bad. As long as you tired your best.

You know what I do care about? That you think of it more like fun, than work. If it’s just work interacting with my muse, then tell me, because something needs to change.

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@fantasy-driven continued from HERE!

Felassan's violet eyes went wide briefly when he heard the Inquisitor say he would risk his life to stop Corypheus before the smile returned to his face. That was...unexpected, but at least it was good to see he would fix this problem no matter what it took. Although, this wasn't exactly Inquisitor Lavellan's mess to clean up. At least he wasn't the one responsible for having caused it.

"I know Solas has already looked upon the anchor, but may I? I want to see if there is anything I can do that he hasn't." The ancient elf reached out for his hand, glancing upon the glowing green mark. It was just as he feared...the reason Solas couldn't do anything else was because it had already become one with Hellathen. "Ah...I see. It's now a part of you. But maybe...it could still be useful besides in closing rifts."

Oh, he knew Solas would be giving him some choice words tonight for this. Maybe even try to bite his head off again, but it wasn't as if he didn't think he wouldn't rebel. They had spent a millennia leading a rebellion together, after all.

He couldn't help chuckling at his question about having a powerful spell. "If I were in your position, Inquisitor, I'd go after him with everything you've got. You said he was carrying an elven orb of sorts, right? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's his main source of power besides his archdemon. If you cut all that off, then he's bound to be taken down for good." He pauses, giving a smirk. "But what do I know? All I can do is offer my guidance."

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He stopped walking, leaning against his staff as he watched Rook trying to process all this. He couldn't blame him. It was all too much, even for him. Felassan had been fighting against the Evanuris alongside Solas for millennia, but now...he was trying to stop his old friend from making a huge mistake.

The Slow Arrow sighs, looking as though the weight of it all was holding him down briefly. "I mostly dealt with the recruits, but we worked together as he advised. Sometimes I would also be the one giving orders passed down from him...but yeah. I'm not surprised you exchanged jabs with one another. That also sounds like him too."

Felassan paused, sitting down in a chair. "I didn't know he locked the Evanuris away in a prison using their own life force. It explains a lot actually..." Why they disappeared suddenly. And why they were back again, but only Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain were the ones to return. Then everything to do with his mission Solas had originally given him. But it also gave Felassan a sense of dread in how they would go about taking care of the fake gods and Solas for that matter.

"Don't get me wrong --- Solas trying to tear down the Veil is a stupid move, but he isn't a bad person either. He's just...lost. He's been lost since she was killed."

The comment had been vaguely sarcastic, Rook not remembering Solas ever being exactly charming. Strange? For sure. Eager to expound on the Fade? Absolutely. Now it made more sense, given he was, well, the Dread Wolf. A lot made sense now in truth.

Rook felt there should be more questions, but damn if it wasn't a lot to process. A long time atheist, the elven gods of all things were real and escaped their prison in an effort to destroy the world it seemed. Now he was in the Fade. Or Crossroads. Or both, he really wasn't sure talking to an ancient elf who was Solas' right hand man once upon a time.

He needed a strong drink, and a place to start with the questions. And he had thought the whole thing back in the day with the Inquisition was weird.

"Ok, so." He rubbed his temple, trying to organize his thoughts into something coherent. "How did y'all lead the rebellion last time? Aside from Solas' wit and charm? He's tryin' to advise or- somethin', pretty sure we just snarked last time we talked- but I'd rather have another outside opinion or three honestly."

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LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING A MOMENT.

you don’t need fancy icons to roleplay with me.

you don’t need to write in small fonts to roleplay with me.

your theme doesn’t have to look like you gave your soul to photoshop to roleplay with me. 

i won’t rp with you if you don’t read my rules.

i won’t rp with you if you have a sucky attitude. 

LET TUMBLR ELITISM DIE. 

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I like Synnove’s new look I gave her.

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When he started chuckling at her nickname for Withers, she couldn't help joining in. It was too funny. That's pretty much why she started calling him that to begin with, plus the fact he was actually nothing but bones and she started thinking of him in a new light as an adoptive father. Not to mention it didn't make Bone Daddy amused at all.

However, once he mentioned if she wanted to kiss him, her blue eyes went wide briefly before a smirk formed. "Is that a challenge? You should know by now it is bad to challenge me. Usually doesn't go well. But with such an offer like that...how could a girl turn it down?"

And despite how much she did want to kiss his adorable face, she knew she couldn't. At least not right now with the state he was in. Instead she just put one of her arms around him, ready to help lead him back to camp safely. "And with that, I think you've had enough. It's time we went back." She couldn't just leave him here to himself. It wouldn't be right. "Come on, I've got you."

Adam nodded along with what Hope said, struggling to pay full attention to her words, all the bad memories and self-hating thoughts nagging at the corner of his mind. That was at least until she called Withers 'Bone Daddy' on accident, causing him to burst out chuckling. "Ahh Hope, never change luv." He'd needed that shock to his system, all those bitter thoughts melted away in the ever shining light that was Hope's oddities.

"So long as all of our lucks hold, I don't think you'll ever be rid of at least half of us, me for certain either way." He chuckled softly, shaking his head amusedly. Hope really was a good one, living up to the name more than not it felt like. At her words of endearment he let out a soft "tch" of a laugh before saying. "Thanks Hope, I'm glad to hear at least someone 'round here is getting some good use out of it right now."

Adam patted her arm thankfully as it sat upon his shoulder, he looked back towards her face and realized she was rather close. His flirt reflexes kicked in seeing such a cute face in kissing range and his dumb brain decided to do a bit of teasing with her near flirtation before still in mind. "By the way if you ever do want to kiss me do feel free." He said with a smirk, his words both genuine and teasing. Along with a small sense of avoidance.

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“Spirits form as a reflection of this world and its passions. We will never lack for spirits of rage, or hunger, or desire. The gentler spirits are far more rare.“

Compassion and Justice (and a chubby fade ser pounce a lot <3 )

Have I already said how much I love these two? 

~ Ko-fi ~Instagram ~ DeviantArt

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I know I’ve been gone a while but I’m sending you good vibes!! (From @ofluckandmagic )

Thank you, Rhythm! I hope everything has been well with you? I've missed you SO MUCH!!! <3 I'm sending you all the good vibes right back.