Basically, in this muse’s verse, the whole ‘thing’ of his civilisation is being the masters of time and he’s the top guy
It’s just a dumb goof.
Basically, in this muse’s verse, the whole ‘thing’ of his civilisation is being the masters of time and he’s the top guy
It’s just a dumb goof.
For a show about change, its fans are extremely unhappy about change.
It’s completely infuriating.
For a show about change, its fans are extremely unhappy about change.
It’s completely infuriating.
I’m totally up for that.
But fr they can expect one hell of a storm their way if Aperture tries to get in the way of Rass’ plans 😂😭
I’m totally up for that.
But fr they can expect one hell of a storm their way if Aperture tries to get in the way of Rass’ plans 😂😭
If there was any justice in the world of Doctor Who: Rass would be impeached and arrested on the spot.
I appreciate it fren 🫶
If there was any justice in the world of Doctor Who: Rass would be impeached and arrested on the spot.
I appreciate it fren 🫶
I feel like it’s coming across as me trying to dismiss this idea and I’m not 😂😭
I feel like it’s coming across as me trying to dismiss this idea and I’m not 😂😭
Ooo. I’ll need to look into that.
But what I meant was.
It’s a company, right?
How would a company get involved with something like the Time War?
Ooo. I’ll need to look into that.
But what I meant was.
It’s a company, right?
How would a company get involved with something like the Time War?
Ooo.
I love that as an idea.
Although how would something like Aperture even involve themselves? (I’m not the most familiar w/the lore).
Ooo.
I love that as an idea.
Although how would something like Aperture even involve themselves? (I’m not the most familiar w/the lore).
He raised his glove, steel clasped around wrinkled flesh, and its surface began to glow with a faint blue glistening hue.
“…touch anything.”
Each word boomed, filled with the very aristocratic fluster that Charcoal had just ridiculed.
“Am I clear?”
He raised his glove, steel clasped around wrinkled flesh, and its surface began to glow with a faint blue glistening hue.
“…touch anything.”
Each word boomed, filled with the very aristocratic fluster that Charcoal had just ridiculed.
“Am I clear?”