Listen I'm not on this blog anymore but Vee started the Polycule brain cell and I've got a personal favorite right now and it's been living rent-free in my head for literal weeks. Those fucking characters are my fucking favorite. Everything we write together is just *CHEFS KISS*.
This blog is pretty dead. I'm not going to lie. And honestly? That's on me. I had a lot of trouble coming back to this blog when I had to change the URL entirely when I tried to drop the archive. I know that's kind of a silly thing to feel, but, Idk. The one I came with was gold, and then when I had to change it, I felt like I was sort of chasing nothing???
That being said. I'm really... planning on remaking, fully. New blog and everything. I don't have any urls saved yet, but, I'm sure I'll come up with something. I'm just waiting for my commission to finish so that I can remake my about page and my rules. It's in need of a desperate overhaul and I just want a fresh start.
CALLOUT FOR LUPIN ( formerly known as Asra / Styx / Mana, currently also known as Nyx and Lavender )
Triggers: slander, defamation, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, lying about identity, making false heavy accusations, transphobia, misgendering, stalking.
PREMISE: Lupin is a manipulating liar who played us all like puppets and tried to make us jump at each others' throats. They are narcissistic, egocentric and guilty of talking badly about their own friends and their own partner behind our back. They bad-mouthed half the Genshin RPC for no other reason than to pump their ego. They have no proof for any of their awful claims and they twist the truth around to fit their narrative and gain social points.
We are a group who decided to step forward to weed the RPC from their roots. There is only few of us but Lupin mistreated more people.
"That!" He puts his glasses on, going into what is akin to an indicator that he's about to babble, "Is a mobile telephone." He explains, "Y'know how the TARDIS is a phone booth? Couple centuries later, they packed all that..." He taps at the phone, "Into this."
With a bit of poking from The Sonic Screwdriver, The Doctor manages to get it turned on, as busted as it is. "He-Hey!!!" He laughs, proudly.
"They had GAMES on here!"
— 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡. ft. @unboundwanderers
"hey, doctor!" she was sprinting towards the male, somewhat out of breath — within her hand? a somewhat busted mobile phone. "look what i . . . uh . . . found! yeah, found ! " what a bad liar. "what is this magic box?"
❛ wherever you go in this world i'll come along. ❜
❛ i never wanna see her again. she's so not my friend anymore: ❜
❛ you're best friends. can't you two work it out? ❜
❛ don't you think it'll be over soon? ❜
❛ now what would you like for lunch? looks like we have bread and jam or jam and bread. ❜
❛ oh, i'm nobody. nobody at all. just pretend you never saw me. ❜
❛ why? what does he want with you? ❜
❛ you want me to say no, don't you? ❜
❛ okay, okay, i was only trying to protect you. ❜
❛ don't even talk about food, my stomach has been rumbling for miles. ❜
❛ sorry, that was meant for me. ❜
❛ so, you know my name. i wonder who could have told you. ❜
❛ is that how you say thank you? ❜
❛ we're finally having some good luck, why can't we enjoy it? ❜
❛ i can't go any farther. i can't. ❜
❛ please, don't argue. you've done enough. ❜
❛ why us? why can't somebody else do it? ❜
❛ miss her? why would i miss her? we've only been friends for as long as i can remember. ❜
❛ i feel like a part of me is gone. ❜
❛ i have nothing to say to you. ❜
❛ why do i have a bad feeling? ❜
❛ i'm sorry, [name]. why did i ever leave? i'm so sorry. ❜
❛ we have to stop them, but how? ❜
❛ look at that. again you show up just when we need you. ❜
❛ you actually think this mad plan will work? ❜
❛ you've been playing with me! ❜
❛ do you believe in magic? ❜
❛ how can you believe what you don't see? ❜
❛ not a word about this to anyone. ❜
❛ will you stay with us? we can have rooms near each other. ❜
❛ i'm sorry for what i said. ❜
things you might not want to hear, but i'm telling you.
if you treat role play as a job, then naturally you are going to burn out eventually. writing on tumblr, unless you are actually an author working on earning money through commissions, should be something you want to do and not something you feel like you have to do in order to stay cool, relevant, popular, needed, interesting and so on. this is a hobby, i assume, so try not to let it become an obligation for the second it becomes a must, there's a higher risk of you losing your spark for it.
if you constantly strive to outshine, outdo and 'beat' every duplicate, every author and every designer, then you are going to burn out eventually. role play on tumblr is not a competition and it has never been despite what the vibes might have suggested, and this is so damaging in so many ways. this goes for the authors who feel the constant need to compare themselves, but also the authors who open up for competition for their muses' attention. it's not a race, it's not a battle of muses, it's not a war.
if you keep holding onto draining relations, exhausting dashboards and demanding interactions then you are going to burn out eventually. this goes without saying. the more negativity you surround yourself with, the less energy you'll have to spare. allow yourself to clean your mutuals, inboxes, threads, followers and so on. you're free to do as you please.
if you constantly stress about perfection, whether it's writing or editing or even creating in any format, and keeping up appearances as a perfect individual with a perfect portrayal, you are going to burn out eventually. we're humans, we're allowed to have bad days and we are allowed to have feelings.
and when you feel the burn out lurking, you are allowed to take a break from Tumblr. you won't be forgotten, you won't be abandoned, you won't be anything but taking a break which you should. a hobby, a website, should never affect you as negatively as tumblr role play might from time to time.
"Tour Groups A, B, and C!! Please keep with your designated officials!! Tours will begin promptly five to ten minutes after groups are assembled!!"
The Museum of Interstellar Aviation. Pretty straightforward on the name, right? It's just a museum that displays all the currently documented types of aviation craft from the earthling Wright Brothers, up to the lightspeed warp core recently released into mainstream hyperspace vehicles (in the thirty-first century.) All are very straightforward and easy to grasp. There's no exhibit that's out of place or confusing.
That's what the Museum's chief custodian thought before today— "Who put this POLICE BOX here? This object does not at ALL adhere to Museum guidelines, people! Can someone have it moved before the tour groups spot it?" The Chief Custodian quickly scribbled down a notation on a holo-clipboard before aiming it at the Police Box's wooden texture. Lasers etched 'UNDER REVIEW' onto the front of the box before The Custodian marched off, seemingly in a huff and ready to fire whichever intern placed a box out in the center of the Museum's floor.
If only they'd stayed an extra couple of seconds.
Doors reading 'PULL TO OPEN' swing inward and a large head with big beady eyes and ruffled brown hair sticks his head out. Immediately, his eyes find the etching on the doorway. Recoiling, THE DOCTOR moves to lick his thumb, before trying to rub away the etching. To no avail, he briefly sulks at the sight of it before shrugging his shoulders and stepping out of his TARDIS proper. He rests his hands in the pockets of a green cargo jacket after promptly adjusting a messenger bag. At the sight of the museum, he chuckles proudly at his accuracy. Managed to get to the right place this time, he seemed to think to himself.
Starring outward at the massive dome wrapping around the Museum, stars, and passing comets seemingly soared past the exterior. Walking toward the edge of the Museum's railing revealed that it was a sort of... enlarged model of a galleon ship, a sea fairing boat in space... wrapped in a huge glass dome. Wouldn't that make it—
"C'mon!! Your first trip through time & space, and you're still cooped up inside!!" He turned to shout back into the Police Box. He was giddier than usual. The idea of having a new traveling companion seemed to spur long-ignored emotions inside of him. He moved back to the box, leaning on the edge of it. His eyes wouldn't stop scanning the Museum interior until his newest passenger stepped out.
I am indeed returning to this blog. I've thought very long and hard about it, as well as had some friends who've asked me to return simply because they enjoy writing to me. That's enough for me to make a second commitment to the RPC. I will, however, be much more stricter with how I curate my space, and who I allow into it.
This blog is still MUTUALS ONLY.
But it's now HIGHLY SELECTIVE.
I will be much more strict about equal opportunity partnerships, especially when planning out a long-term dynamic in which your muse travels with The Doctor. My rules have been subtly updated to reflect this fact, but I am going to make an effort to try and reforge relationships lost when I went on hiatus. My discord will no longer be free for all mutuals but will be given out when I am comfortable enough with the person I am talking to, as well as if I can for sure see that we will be interacting on a long-term regular basis. I put a lot of effort into my boys, and it's important to me that I acknowledge that fact by surrounding myself with people who actually want to interact with them.
WELCOME TO UNBOUNDWANDERERS: An Indie-Ran Doctor Who Multimuse featuring primarily: Five Original Incarnations of The Iconic Timelord from Doctor Who, The Doctor. These incarnations are alternate versions of The Eighth, Ninth, War, Tenth, and Eleven Doctors with their individual lore and attributes. MUN is 21+, so MINORS, BOTS, & PERSONALS (without Roleplay Sideblogs) will be BLOCKED on SIGHT.
Here are some of my resources to read over- along with helpful links if you'd like to write with me!!
lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.
(Sentences from various sources for detectives and/or muses that like to solve mysteries. Adjust phrasing where needed)
“You got all this from one dead body?”
“There are concerns about how you are handling this.”
“Why would he confess if he didn’t do it?”
“The detectives on TV shows, they always work in pairs.”
“Do you get some kind of sadistic pleasure from withholding information?”
“The case is solved, but I am not at liberty to disclose the outcome.”
“I’m a good officer. But in this world that’s not enough. In this world, you have to be able to nod and smile and drink a pint, and say “how was your day?” In this world, no one can be different or strange or damaged.“
"Some people never encounter death their entire life, but you? You live with it everyday.”
“There’s only one all-seeing being who knows a man’s affairs as well as - if not better than - he knows them himself: his secretary.”
“I’m not covering for you. If this gets out, you’re on your own.”
“You are a cold-blooded extrovert that exhibits psychopathic tendencies.”
“You’re a good liar. I shouldn’t be surprised; your entire professional is formalised curiosity.”
“I always catch them in the end.”
“I can’t help you if you’re determined to anticipate and forestall every reasonable line of inquiry.”
“If you hear any gunshots, you get under the table.”
“Yes, I’m aware this is a breach of police protocol.”
“I hate an unsolved case.”
“Can I ask you a hypothetical question?”
“Any new cases?”
“I’m ordering you not to do this!”
“You’re definitely police. You’ve got that crumpled, useless look about you.”
“You know how it is. Work and families; one of them inevitably suffers. ”
“I hear things, see things, and gradually a picture forms.”