#taleiisms

It was an understatement to say he felt terrible when he woke up that morning. He felt worse than terrible, as close to dying as one can get without actually dying. Every part of him ached and throbbed at the same time and his fingers were numb with cold. His hair was plastered to his forehead but he felt cool rather than hot, which was usually the reason for having ones hair styled like one of the beatles during a monsoon.

He pulled himself up, never even trying to stop the groan that issued from his lips, he rubbed a hand across his eyes and stared at the floor that was dancing in front of him. He told it to stop that nonsense and reached for a fluffy purple dressing gown with matching grand-pa slippers in something resembling fur. 

The timelord wearily made it past the objects littering his room in the style of tardis chaotic chic and pressed the door button, stumbling into the empty corridor. Water, he needed water. Boiling hot water. So tea, he needed tea. Now the kitchen was somewhere.....that way. He hoped it was anyway, he was bound to stumble on something eventually. 

The kitchen itself was huge and more of a hodge podge of types of kitchens rather than just one giant singular kitchen. One area was devoted to eating and dining, containing various tables, chairs and couches. It was an all inclusive kitchen for all species, ages and preferences. Only one kitchen light was on when he finally found the correct door. A standard earth kitchen from the 23rd century. Someone had been eating cereal if the packet was anything to go buy. 

Rubbing at his eyes, he fumbled through the tea chest for a selection he knew was good for the sinuses and placed the bag in his monogramed mug. (A gift from River so he would stop using hers) The kettle keened in that irritating way only kettles can and lit up in lights. Shivering, the timelord poured the boiling hot liquid into the mug and spooned in one teaspoon of sugar before throwing the bag into the bin behind him.

He could have sighed with pleasure at the sweet aroma, but it hadn’t succeeded so far in warming him up. He’d downed it almost in an instant, and nothing? Not even a burnt tongue? He stuck out his tongue, pulling at it in order to get a look. Not very helpful. He leaned down in front of the kettle and managed to see a shock of pale blue before toppling to the floor. 

// Hi there!

♫: five songs that remind me of my muse

“Always”, Panic! At The Disco

“This Is How I DIsappear”, My Chemical Romance

“Valley of the Dolls”, Marina & The Diamonds

“Alone Together”,  Fall Out Boy

“Panic Station” - Muse

☜: a muse you've always wanted to play, but haven't

Donna Noble! While I adore her, I:

1) Am far too similar to her personality-wise for me to feel comfortable RPing her (and, I don’t have the muse for RPing her in general)

2) Have no idea how to write her--Like I’ve said, she and I are hella similar, so it’s like--is it me? Donna? Who knows????

3) Have enough to do over here! So, I won’t be making any other blogs. But, really, she isn’t an easy character to write, so I have the biggest of kudos for the Donna RPers out there. Bless you.

☝: a muse you'd like to play again

Ooh. Hmm. I liked RPing Feferi Peixes on MSPARP, along with RPing Kanaya Maryam in people’s askboxes on anon (all positivity, of course--just ask actualcannibaljakeenglish!). I wouldn’t mind dusting off the Alternians in my friends’ askboxes, even if I wouldn’t make a full-fledged blog or anything for them!

{Ryouji finishes typing his text to Yuki, closing his cellphone with a smile. He had sent her a text a week before today for them to go out on their coveted date. His text had been detailing that he’d be waiting in front of the station for her, and that their first stop would be a cafe for a nice cup of joe and maybe even a parfait if she so wishes.}