Forged in Fire
great men are
I'm the Doctor. A Time Lord. The last of the Time Lords. I'm still running, though there's no longer anyone to run from...Except myself.

Indie Ninth Doctor RP

Muse and Mun 21+

Please read my rules first.

Name: Sarah, nickname: (Sarah is pretty straightforward, don't think you have one?), age: 23?, gender: female, sexual orientation: SUNSHINE-SEXUAL (bi), nationality: American but possibly Irish or Scottish descent with that red hair?, status: happily taken!, likes: animation and art, dislikes: distance, random fact: prefers Coke over Pepsi :3


I don’t really have a nickname, but sometimes my best friend calls me Red, and I call her Blondie. I’m 22! But I’ll be 23 in December. Aaaaand everyone thinks I’m Irish or Scottish because of the hair. Truth is, I’m of German and Italian decent, but the red hair comes from the Italian side. :D The rest is spot-on, though!!

And yes, always Coke over Pepsi.


Screencap Meme | Doctor/Rose + Touch Me requested by waltzing-with-my-inner-geek


The Doctor and Rose Tyler + eye sex





The person I reblogged this from has a quality blog and I recommend you all follow them

They’re coming.

   ― "Sorry, it doesn't work like that. I don't мαкє sacrifices." ― 

                                | An Indie Tenth Doctor roleplay blog |
                                | Five years’  roleplaying  experience |
                                | OC & Crossover Friendly; Selective |
                                | Published  author;  full-time  student  |
                                | Paragraph & novella styles preferred | 
                                     ”And, weeeell…  I am very good.” 

                                Home     ❆         Rules          ❆     About 


How Well Do Your Followers Know You?

Fill this out in my ask box! One point for every correct answer. Ten points total. I’ll reply with your total score!

First name:
Sexual Orientation:

Relationship status:
Random fact:

"Does it turn you on?" (Inso stop this)




The Doctor whined, squirming a little as a drop of ice water traveled down the curve of his hipbone. “Yes,” he muttered, letting his eyes fall shut. It wasn’t the ice, but the combination of sensations. Cold against hot skin, hard ice with soft lips and tongue chasing the droplets it left behind, teasing, but knowing the pleasure that was sure to come soon afterward. “Don’ stop…” 

Read More