Promo time! Why you ask? Because Guardian-Of-A-Timelord's my best friend, that's why, and because:
- She’s super quality
- Her OC is flawless, could perfectly fit into the canon verse and she’s developed and grown so freakin much since she first started RPing
- She’s got a side blog for her muse’s super evil (and kinky) alternate future self
- The mun is a sweetheart and she’s always helping others (really, she’s been admin of many help blogs)
- She’s always willing to RP with anyone
- Did I mention the mun is a sweetheart?
- She’s hilarious and awkward and so is her muse
- Her muse is hilarious and awkward but she’s also a freaking warrior swordfighting lady, I mean, how cool is that?
- She’s in a lot of a fandoms, not just DW
- She won’t mind if you hurt her muse (actually she’s evil as hell, so she’ll love it if you hurt her muse)
- Angst is guaranteed
- Feels are guaranteed
Smut is guaranteed
Guardimun: OMG Munrora thank you so much!! :’)
Psst you should all also follow Dawnrora because she is a beautiful OC and did I mention Storm? He’s such a deep, wonderful (kinky) lil shit where feels are guaranteed because she is also evil and likes to torture her characters go follow Dawnrora and Storm!!!
(Smut is also guaranteed with Storm cuz he’s a super horny dude) And Munrora is one of the strongest, smartest, most dedicated people I know, she’s always willing to help someone and she isn’t afraid to throw shade where shade is due.
So yes go follow Storm and Dawnrora :D
If my character was wearing a warning label, what would it say?
; anonymously send me a six word story describing my muse.
a twist on the number game
send me a number between 1-1000 and my muse will say how they feel about your muse
without anyone knowing who you are
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?
"—— That was a shitty joke."
She shrugged. “Do I at least get points for trying?”
"The Doctor was there." he began, his hearts racing again. "And I had... destroyed his companion, there was nothing left of her. And... you were next." he breathed out, the oxygen around him seeming to lessen. "I didn't want to hurt you, but I did, so the Doctor took you away from me so he could save you. He took you away... and your blood was on my hands and I... I didn't know... if you woud make it or... if I would ever see you again... your blood was everywhere and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
"Hey it’s okay," she assured him softly, wrapping her arms around him as best she could. "It was just a dream. I know you’d never hurt me. It’s okay." She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and stroked his hand.
"Doesn't matter. It wasn't real." he replied immediately, shaking his head and trying to breathe normally.
"It matters to me." She gave him a look before brushing some hair out of his face. "Please tell me about it. I want to help."
"Megan..." Storm murmured in dreams, frowning. "Megan, please..." his voice began to sound a bit more desperate. "Doctor... don't take her... please." a few tears found their way to the corner of his eyes and he woke up gasping, realizing it had all been a dream. The movie was still playing and he whiped away his tears quickly. "You alright? How's the fever doing?"
"Fever’s fine," she said as she gently wrapped her arms around him. "No better or worse. You on the other hand.." She paused the movie and snuggled closer to him. "What were you dreaming about?"
"You’re right, time to get dressed." he took her hand and hurriedly ran to his room, closing the door behind him quickly once they were in. "I got you some new clothes, they’re in the closet. A new brown jacket, new shirts, new jeans. I didn’t know how long we’d be on the run before we found the Doctor’s TARDIS, I just knew we’d make it. And since all of your clothes are in his TARDIS…" he opened the closet, taking out a few shopping bags and something for him to wear as well. "There’s also… well… I had never been to Victoria’s Secret before. I hope you don’t mind, thought you might need it. I know it’s not your style." he pursed his lips together, almost regretting he had bought her red lace lingerie. "Might be a little fancy."
Megan laughed as she took the bags from him. “It’s fine,” she reassured him. “I’ll just try everything on and whatever doesn’t fit I’m sure the TARDIS can put in the wardrobe for someone else to use.” A blush made its way to her face as she wondered just what Storm had gotten her from Victoria’s Secret of all places.
She dug a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of a bag and pulled them on over some black underwear with lace on it. “Why lace?” she mumbled to herself. “Who decided to put lace on underwear?”
As of the posting of this, I have made 1000 posts on this blog! Since I am trying very, very hard to celebrate my writing accomplishments instead of my popularity (or really, lack thereof) I decided to do promos when I hit big post milestones instead of the usual follow milestones. And so, here we are!
 MBF me!
 RP blogs only!
 1 like and 1 reblog per person
 Winners will be chosen by random number
generator on Friday, August 1st, when I’ve
completed my Camp Nano novel
 Be kind to one another!
3 winners will receive a pack of 20 100x100 icons of the FC of their
choosing, a musing dedicated to their character, and a drabble of
Don’t forget to be awesome, loves!
Storm felt his hearts melt at her gesture and, hesitating for a little while, he finally wrapped his arms around her gently. “No, no one will hurt me again. Because I’ve got my angel keeping me and my hearts safe.” he whispered before dropping a kiss against her lips.
"I’m no angel," she said softly, "But you’re right. I will keep you and your hearts safe as best I can." She kissed him gently again, savouring the feeling of his lips. "We still have to drop off the others," she reminded him quietly. "They’re probably wondering what we’re doing."
Storm relaxed a little in bed, wrapping an arm around Megan to keep her warm. Soon, his eyes began to shut slightly athough he fought against his heavy lids. And finally, he slept, breathing softly.
Megan giggled and pushed a lock of hair out of his face. “How are you asleep? You’re not even the one who’s sick.” She smiled gently at him before turning back to the movie.
"Shadow? No… yes… it’s complicated." he took a deep breath and sighed softly, trying not to think about her. "The first night she… tied me up and… it’s just that I’ve never told anyone, sorry. It doesn’t matter. I deserved it anyways. I deserve worse." he granted Megan a quick fake smile before turning the water off and wrapping a bath robe around her and another around himself. "Did it hurt a lot last night? I know I wasn’t exactly gentle…” he murmured, running the tip of his index against the hickey on her neck.
"I’m fine," she said quickly, her heart clenching in worry for him. "She hurt you though. A long time ago and you haven’t healed. And from what I understand… she didn’t just hurt your body.. she hurt your hearts too.." Carefully, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. "It’s okay," she said softly. "No one will hurt you ever again."