Keeper The Gallifreyan

The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around

pls watch

honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me

My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

Please preface questions with “Truth”

  "Alright,just so long as you’re okay. Wouldn’t want you to suffer" he remarked,getting up from his seat,and stretching. "Matter of fact why don’t we get you into bed" He offered his hand to both assist her up and if need be,help her to her room.

Keeper smirked and stood up after placing her hand in his. “Though… we both just woke up not two hours ago, didn’t we?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering what he could be thinking. They had just finished breakfast and he wanted her to go back to bed. “I feel fine, I promise,” she assured him with a chuckle.

He squinted at her for a rather long period before consenting. “Very well as long as you think you can avoid collapsing then I won’t act my age and send ya to bed to get some rest.”  Shedding the facade of responsibility he seemed to exude energy. “Right then,shall we have another go at getting your wine?” he queried. “After all if we don’t keep trying it’ll never happen” 

What is the kinkiest thing your muse wants to do to mine? Bonus points if you're as descriptive as possible and can make them blush.

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Keeper put a hand to her cheek, feeling her face. It was warmer, but not from fever. Still she needed an excuse and just went with it. “Maybe a little. I should be fine though!” she smiled at him, putting her hands in her lap. Keeper felt a bit self conscious now, having tried being cool and then this. She sat up straight, hands folded in her lap, something she learned on Earth about proper etiquette.

"Alright,just so long as you’re okay. Wouldn’t want you to suffer" he remarked,getting up from his seat,and stretching. "Matter of fact why don’t we get you into bed" He offered his hand to both assist her up and if need be,help her to her room.

Keeper smirked and stood up after placing her hand in his. "Though... we both just woke up not two hours ago, didn't we?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering what he could be thinking. They had just finished breakfast and he wanted her to go back to bed. "I feel fine, I promise," she assured him with a chuckle.

  Emily jumped slightly as the glass shattered against the floor “What…what do you want then? Keeper I think you need to realize you’ll regret this later.” Emily watched Keeper, her eyes where not someplace Emily wanted them right now. “Oh god, someone help us. Thomas…what else can we do.” 

Emily huffed loudly feeling Keepers skin against hers, her breath grew shallow and she placed her hands on Keepers waist attempting to push her away but Keeper only purred. “So it’s injure her or have sex with her?!” Emily shrieked “Thomas why is hurting her an option?” 

"Oh god not this again. It was bad enough you got me that pun book."

"They are a play on words. You’ve said better ones than that one, Doctor."

  “But there’s a reason I used that one! Of course I have better puns locked away in my brain. I just don’t want to give the best away first.”

"Oh god not this again. It was bad enough you got me that pun book."

"They are a play on words. You've said better ones than that one, Doctor."

"Oh god not this again. It was bad enough you got me that pun book."

  "I uh…" Emily whispered breathily squirming slightly away from Keeper What if she drinks it and then I really push away? I don’t want her to think…I don’t want  to take advantage of a…shit. "Please, just drink it Keeper." Emily muttered unsure of herself, she grabbed the bottom of the glass and pushed it towards Keeper till the opening rested on her lips, she pushed it upward lightly forcing water into Keepers mouth. 

Keeper’s eyes widened as she nearly choked but easily recovered. Raising an eyebrow she eyed Emily and drank the cup. “There. Done. I kept up my end, and you know how I feel about balance…” Keeper grinned, throwing the cup over her shoulder without a care.

Emily jumped slightly as the glass shattered against the floor “What…what do you want then? Keeper I think you need to realize you’ll regret this later.” Emily watched Keeper, her eyes where not someplace Emily wanted them right now. “Oh god, someone help us. Thomas…what else can we do.” 

For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.

Abuse this.