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mun questions meme: 3,11, 14, 20

intergalacticstarlight:

[ @masxcr​ – Thank you for sending these in! 8) Found Here – Always Accepting ]

3.) Do you have a favorite AU?

Quite a few! I’m a huge sucker for:

Royalty AUs [especially The Broken Crown]
Human Doctor AUs [I’m Only Human ; Fobwatched Ninth Doctor and Addicted To You]
Vampire or Werewolf AUs [Hungry Like The Wolf ; Vampire Heart]
Fae or Faerie realm related AUs [Something In The Wind]
Crossover AUs with other fandoms [especially Harry Potter [The Few The Proud The Magical], Supernatural [Angels Among Us], Lucifer [The Devil You Know], S.H.I.E.L.D. [The Space Between] and X-Files [I Want To Believe]].

I also have a few of my own AUs that I’m quite fond of listed in my Verses, primarily:

The Eleventh Hour [Dark!Eleventh Doctor]
A Rose By Any Other Name [Rose Tyler is a fobwatched Time Lord/Lady]
I Bring Life [Rose Tyler becomes The Golden Goddess in Parting Of The Ways]

….can I love all the AUs? Because I think I love all the AUs. 8D

11.) What’s one character you’ve thought of RPing but haven’t yet?

I’ve always wanted to write for the Twelfth Doctor and the First Doctor, alongside Sarah Jane or possibly Susan- but I’ve tried my hand at each in various fanfiction [not published] and am utterly incapable of doing any of them any justice. I just can’t find their ‘voice’, as it were. 

I’ve also always wanted to start a Brothers Winchester blog [for Sam and Dean from Supernatural], and while I’m pretty good at writing spoken dialogue for them both I’m not nearly as skilled at the internal dialogue or ‘prose’ of the characters, so I’ve just never bothered.

14.) Is there anything character-wise or writing style-wise that you can’t stand?

Not… really?

I’m pretty easy going when it comes to roleplaying. I don’t mind if I get one-line replies in response to my multi-para posts, so long as the one-line is inspirational enough to keep the thread going. I don’t mind if the posts are heavily formatted or not formatted at all. I don’t mind if there’s icons or gifs, or not. I love plotting but I also love ‘winging it’ and coming up with things right there in the posts [so long as I’m not the only one coming up with things], organically. I’m not really all that picky when it comes to those sorts of things.

I do however have a few issues when it comes to certain other topics.

For instance, if someone is writing for a specific canon character that isn’t AU in any way, but when you read their post, it doesn’t feel like that character at all. It isn’t their personality, it isn’t the way they would speak or approach a situation. It seems like another character all together. That sort of thing bugs me just a little bit. It’s like reading a Ninth Doctor fanfiction where he speaks and behaves like Ten or Eleven. It just puts me off. Suspension of disbelief is  e v e r y t h i n g  to me.

I also don’t like it when I establish a scene and mood with a starter or an Ask reply and the person who responds completely changes the scene and mood, ignoring what I’ve written entirely in favor of taking it in whatever direction they wish it to go. It confuses me and pretty much cuts off any inspiration I might have had for the thread.

20.) Has your character(s) changed over the time that you have been playing them? How have they changed?

Not as a whole they haven’t, no. The glory of being heavily Multiverse.

My characters remain at a ‘default’ setting personality wise for any and all ‘new’ interactions [people/characters they haven’t interacted with before, first posts for AUs, etc.]. That being said, they have evolved individually for ongoing, well established threads, AUs, interactions and things of that nature with familiar Muses.

A few examples being:

My Dark!Eleven has slowly evolved in the default Verse [The Eleventh Hour] when it comes to interactions with @fobwatchedcenturion​ ’s Koschei [Master] and Rory. He isn’t the same he was before- he’s slowly become more affectionate, more calm, has less black outs, that sort of thing, but ultimately is still Dark and Disturbed and very, very dangerous to others. These changes are evident in every other interaction thread between the two, even the AU ones [Addicted To You, The Broken Crown, Vampire Heart, etc.]. He retains his darkness and his natural dominance but there is a gentleness to him as well, one meant only for Kosch. My Nine is also slowly evolving to be a little more open and honest [The Doctor’s Keeper: It Isn’t Over Yet] thanks to this wonderful Muse and his interactions with them.

Likewise, my Dark!Eleven has almost entirely changed in the default Verse [The Eleventh Hour] when it comes to interactions with @goldenwolfgoddess​ ’s Post-Journey’s End Rose Tyler. His personality has shifted, integrated, and he is more like the Eleventh Doctor now, nearly back to who he use to be before he went Dark, with a few relapses here and there. He even goes by ‘The Doctor’ again, instead of Theta. He’s learning, growing, striving to be a better man, more like the man Rose knew and even better perhaps than he was when they traveled together originally. He’s even willing to step up and attempt to be a father figure, which is something he never would have considered, even before he went Dark- so it’s safe to say that yes, this Rosie has changed him in these interactions together.

My Tenny [Tenth Doctor] has become much more open and honest about his feelings and has let go of much of the fear and cowardice that held him hostage in the default Verse [The Doctor’s Keeper: The Better Half Of Me] when it comes to interactions with @masterfulxrhythm​ ’s Simm!Master. To the extent where he actually proposed. YES, TEN PROPOSING. I know, right? Not only that but he’s expressed interest in Looming a child with this Muse. Ten. Willingly a father. What is life. He still deflects, he still talks nearly non-stop and at times he’s downright insufferable due to pent-up emotions the few times he has refused to go to the Master and simply confide in him [I’m looking at you forced-to-sleep-because-you-threw-a-fit-in-the-library thread], but he’s closer to the man he use to be before he left Gallifrey in the first place. Long, long before the War, back when he still ran through red fields holding his best friend’s hand. This Muse [and their interactions with other Thirteens] has also helped my own Thirteen [The Doctor’s Keeper: My Sanctuary] find her voice, and was the inspiration for me even starting to write for Thirteen in the first place!

Those are only A FEW examples of what I’m talking about, nowhere near all of them but if I mentioned all of them this post would be a LOT longer than it already is [and ultimately it’ll turn into me mentioning every partner I have and thanking them and describing our threads, which would take DAYS to do] LOL. So yes, while my Muses do evolve and change and grow, it only ever happens in on-going interactions and threads with Muses they’re familiar with, where it’s an on-going storyline Verse type of situation. Otherwise, no– they remain as they are by default until interaction begins.

I tried to write this as a reply, but it ended up getting to long, so,

Pamber, my friend, my bestie, you are the exact opposite of worthless. I know it’s easy to feel that way, easier still to believe it, but you are so important. You mean so much, and you offer people so much, with your good heart, your kindness and your graceful attitude. But, I know full well that that alone is not enough to cast out the evil, depressing thoughts, and that you are more than just a series of words and personality traits.

The amount of meaning you hold as a person, as someone who has had the pleasure of knowing you for nearly a decade, I know that you matter, I know that you are special, that you are full of worth. I could give you ever adjective for ‘good person’ under the sun, and quite frankly they wouldn’t all cover how amazing you are.

But, I also know that your meaning is deeply rooted in more than what you do for others, and in your good, honest, and incredible nature. You are tired, and life is tiring. I know how exhausted you are with the world in general, and how desperately you need a break.

And I fully support you resting, in taking the necessary time to just..sit back and decompress, but Pamber, my friend, I said it earlier here and I’ll say it again, you are not worthless. A person of your caliber could never, and will never be such. Not just because of what you offer others, and the world, but because I know you. And I know, you mean the world.

You are so important, Pamber, and you mean so much, I know it can be hard to remember and realize, but you do.

Much Love.

Nate

(this is super babbly,so apologies for that)

I have like nothing worthy to say in response to this lovely letter so I will just post it where I can save it forever <333333 I must say that you mean as much, and impact as many people, if not more, in a positive way, Nate. I don’t know a soul on earth you’ve intentionally hurt.  You are made of light and gentleness.  I often think of you when I am having a hard day: “People can be rotten, but at least there’s Nate, who tries so hard. I can try hard too.”  <33333

“Master, what do you consider the defining moment that made you who you are? Was it failing to capture the Doctor in order to garner a promotion as a Truant Officer by the Council after the whole Destination incident? Was it the temptation of the Darkheart device and discovering that Ailla was a spy? And why, once you became ‘The Master’, did you swear vengeance on the Doctor himself and not Gallifrey, or the Council? The Doctor only broke a promise. Your people are the ones who betrayed you.”

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“How dare you, you tick? You flea sucking on a dungfly.  Who do you think I am?  A piece of meat for your latest tabloid thrill?  BACK OFF.”

It’s with a stage actor’s gut-based projection that the Master thunders these words.  After a moment of morbidly curious consideration, however, he drops his laser hand to his side.

“First of all, mention Ailla again, and I will flay you with a dull spoon.  She was only the confirmation of suspicions I held already, about my place in the cosmos; all that she did was allow me to realize that I was safer traveling alone.  Don’t bore me with the tediousness of recalling her.  I became the Master for all intents and purposes when I was a small child and I believed I had murdered a schoolyard bully who was trying to drown my best friend.  That was the germ.  The seed.  The soil had already been tilled to a fertile state by my failure to pass the Test of the Untempered Schism.  I stood before it, heard nothing but the Drums that so long plagued me thereafter–furbished by Rassilon himself, ruining my young mind for his own skin’s sake–and wet myself.  I was dragged off that mountainside ill with fear, and my looming parents? Oh, if you can even call them parents, and not donors, sponsors.  They made it clear that I had also failed to serve my purpose for being born.  It was on a bribe to a High Council elder that I was admitted into the Prydonian Academy at all.  And oh, the whole of House Oakdown made certain I knew this every day my hearts beat from that moment on.  We were already newbloods, you see: we had much to prove, and I had not pulled my weight.  So I spent every second of every hour of every day studying, practicing, reciting, learning. Perfecting myself. 

“Combine those two early experiences, and I suppose you had the brain-cocktail that made me so very desperate to reject the gnawing futility, the pointlessness, the smallness, of my existence, or anyone else’s.   Conflate that with my seeming capacity to harness death from a young age, and I learned that the way that I could become notorious was through infamy: through the resolute conquest of mortality itself.  

“I am Master, then, over Death. 

But if you’re asking for the moment that I decided to don that moniker, it was not any shallow act of self-promotion within or without the Academy.  It was not the day I became a Time Lady for the first time, and married for status, and loomed a daughter; it was not the day, earlier even than that, that the Doctor did the same.  It was not the day the Deca disbanded.  It was not various temptations, not the Darkheart device.   It was the day he left Gallifrey, and didn’t take me with him.  Because you see, there’s a flaw in your logic.  You want me to hate the Council, the Elders, the whole of Time Lord society, even the whole of Gallifrey, because they gave me the Drums, and targeted me incessantly as a scapegoat for their corruptions, and captured and executed and resurrected and experimented on me.  But that’s the very rub:  I knew all along they were worthless. I knew all along they were rotten, and stifling, and cruel.  I knew it from youngest childhood, thanks to my ‘family.’ 

“I never loved those people.  Never pinned my hopes on them.  Never took their hand in a red field of grass, never met them under cover of silver trees to tinker with contraband pieces of TARDIS or with a thing lesser species called ‘physical affection.’  Never spent hours entwined limbs and minds with them, exploring the euphorias of touch telepathy. Never played with them, ran with them, made plans with them, charted stars with them, danced with them, dreamt with them.  That was all Him.  He was my sole antidote to that desperate scheme to control mortality itself.  And when He left, I realized there was no alernative. When He left, I grasped hold of my madness and made it my sole badge of honor.  

“That was the day I burned the prints off my fingers and had my birthname expunged from all public records. 

“I had nothing, so I laid claim to everything.”  

HULLO FRAND. :3 Positive energies because reasons? Because reasons. Beautiful person, wonderful spirit, strength beyond measure, marvelous writer who captures Muses down to the marrow, amazing artist, transformed a small ship I sometimes wrote into a legit fight-for-it OTP of mine when I already had an OTP to begin with. I consider myself and all of Tumblr blessed to be able to share in your writing and artwork. Thank you for being you, and for sharing your talents with us all!

uBUBU MY GOODNESS!!!!!!! <33333