~NSFW RP and ask blog~
~Mun and muse are both of legal age~
Don't you dare call me the Doctor. That man died the moment he was created. It merely took a thousand years of pain to realize that. No, I'm not the man you all knew. I'm something better. I'm something smarter. I am the Interfector. And I'm not here to save your worthless life.
|sinixto: "Impressive," Her voice was smoothing out a little. She was comfortable with a blade near her cheek, as it showed with two still healing scars just under her right eye. "If I've learned anything about humans it's that you'd be surprised what we can live through. Yeah, I'm a friend of the Doctor's." Sin kept the specifics to her self, slowly reaching up and taking her glasses off, using her thumb to fold the arms down. Blood trickled off her hand and onto the metal frames.|
The Interfector’s eyebrows raised very slightly, his lips still curved upward, “Oh? So you are a friend of the Doctor’s. How much do you mean to him?” He guided the tip of the blade back to her chin and down her throat, carelessly drawing lines that lightly dug into her skin, leaving reddening marks behind, “How good of a friend are we talking here?”
|sarahsays7: The young woman simply wanted to walk into her garden that rested on the outskirts of central Venice when she came across an oddly familiar blue box she recalls seeing in her childhood. The short woman knocks on the door. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"|
With a heavy sigh, the Interfector made his way over to the TARDIS doors, swinging them open to see the woman before him. With a small scowl, he demanded sharply, “What the hell do you want.”
|Anonymous: M!A For the next 24 hours(Can be shorter, if the Mun decides that's too long), the Mun is right next to the Muse! If they don't already understand, the Muse has to explain the whole "role-playing" thing and what-not. The Mun also now has the ability to come back whenever they please when the M!A is over. However, they can not come in half-way through something dramatic, and they can't leave half-way through, unless they can figure out the science behind all of this.|
//Sorry, love, I don’t do M!As anymore! Thank you, though <3
|Anonymous: (sorry, how many asks do you have? i dont know if mine got through)|
//I’ve got about 25 left at the moment. If you’re worried about yours not having gone through, just go ahead and resend, that doesn’t bother me <3
|Anonymous: Hmm. So. Doc. I'm new around here, and from what I've seen you haven't really been causing trouble with a girl called Michelle... I guess, being the weird, crazy, and dark person I am, I need to ask, why not? I'm dying to see a little trouble. Is there something I missed as to why not?|
First, do not call me any variation of that horrid name. I am the Interfector. Nothing else. And Michelle… She is not of my concern at the moment. I have had my fill of fun with her for some time. Besides, I have other things to tend to. But perhaps when I am through with these other things, she may come back onto my list of play things. She always is a joy to make squirm, after all.
|littlepurpleshark: *rolls eyes* Fine fine. I'll leave you be. Adios!|
-He gave a huff of a sigh, lowering his gun- Good. And do not come back, cunt.
|kyrianofgallifrey: "Thanks for not trying to kill me.... It is highly appreciated." His voice dripped with sarcasm.|
“I keep my word,” he replied back, his tone pallid and serious. “I only expect the same of you.”
|Anonymous: "Quit calling me that!" Amber frantically tried to shove him off of her as she felt him enter her. "You have no right to call me that! You're no better than me! So stop it!" She began to cry. She was starting to get hysterical, but she couldn't bring herself to calm down. "Get off of me!" She continued trying to shove him away. "You can't do this! Stop!"|
The Interfector merely chuckled at her attempts, his hands grabbing at each of her wrists and holding her down. He forced himself fully within her, his eyes not leaving her face to judge her reactions properly. He couldn’t help but allow a smirk of satisfaction cross his lips as he began to shove himself in and out of her, forcefully and roughly. “Oh, but I can,” he corrected, not slowing or softening his thrusts. “And I will not stop. Not until I’m done with you.”