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"I made a promise to my grandmother...back then the promise I made was just that I would become a good person...I made that one promise (to her), that nothing else matters and I’ll just become a good person."

"Honestly the standard for that is really hard (to meet)...like more than just being a kind/nice person? I think it’s to be a good person in a broad sense, I don’t think I can say I’m there yet...I still make mistakes sometimes and like…I might say something hurtful to someone even if it isn’t in my intention...even if I didn’t mean it that way, if the other person ended up feeling hurt, that kind of thing can happen so...I’m not fully there yet but I think that as I keep having these thoughts and putting in effort it can probably be seen it in a positive way...but out of all that I really hope to be a good person to our TINYs.

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The Thread That Remembers

It was a hunt… It was just supposed to be a hunt.

Amber Steadman held onto her side, letting out a slow breath as she closed her eyes, leaning against the car’s tire, breathing through her teeth.

She never believed this day would come. The one where there was no one to call, no way to fight back.

Fate was so fucking stupid.

Her head thunked back against the metal of the wheel housing as she let out a shuddering sigh.

Then, something shifted.

Her eyes opened slightly—just enough to see something barely there.

Strings… but not. Threads…

Sapphire-hazel orbs focused through the pain, jaw clenched, and the threads seemed to thrive in response.

Amber’s hand moved from her side, coming away crimson, but her eyes locked on the thread floating just out of reach.

Fuck.

Her hand was trembling, but it looked close enough to touch.

She bared her teeth as she leaned forward, her shaking fingers reaching for the one pulled taut right in front of her. After a weak swipe that barely missed, she lunged again—her bloodied hand curling around the golden string—and the moment she did, her eyes widened.

It was warm.

That was weird.

Then, the dark red staining her pale skin began to weave itself into the gold, twisting together like old enemies finding common ground.

Amber’s breath caught as she watched, her gaze darting, trying to process what was happening.

A pause. A single breath.

Then—she pulled.

The thread didn’t snap. It gave, the hazel in her eyes glowing as she brought it closer. It wrapped around her fingers, snaked up her arm.

When it reached the back of her neck—

The world shifted.

She didn’t just hit the ground. She sank into it, spine arching as the thread laced through her pulse. Her vision flared—not white, but gold, like sunlight behind a closed eye.

And then… the pain was gone.

Replaced by something else.

Not peace. Not relief.

Recognition.

She was standing in the dark—no longer bleeding, no longer broken. The air crackled, thick with static, like a storm waiting to speak. In front of her… threads. Dozens. Some gold, some red, some woven in fusions of color.

Her eyes moved over each one. She reached out and brushed her fingers over a red-and-gold thread.

A voice echoed.

“You think you hurt me? Love taps, Amber.”

Her lungs froze. That voice—she knew it.

She touched another. More red this time. Another voice.

“Yeah, tenshi… It’s me.”

She didn’t even feel the tears as they began tracking down her cheeks.

And then it became clear—every voice that echoed, every memory that surged forward, was someone who had touched her life. Helped shape her. Loved her. Fought with her. Stayed.

She exhaled, shuddering. The memories softened. The voices faded.

And when she opened her eyes again, there was only one thread left.

A braid of every color—gold, red, violet, blue—every path she had walked, every soul she'd tethered to, fused into one.

All connected to this moment.

Her fingers didn’t tremble this time as she reached out and took it.

When she pulled, the light welcomed her. Warm. Gentle. Alive.

It wrapped through her fingers. Around her wrist.

She closed her eyes.

And this time… she wasn’t afraid.

——–——–

Back by the car, Amber’s eyes opened slowly.

The sky above her was alive with stars, dancing like they knew something.

She breathed in deep—and there was no pain.

That alone made her sit up.

She pulled her shirt up just enough to check her side. A scar remained. Delicate. Like it had been stitched by someone who loved her.

Slow breath. Eyes closed.

And when she opened them again?

Amber Steadman no longer existed.

Neither did Amber Divine.

Something had changed.

Her gaze was sharper. More certain. She could see the threads now—subtle, glowing, connected.

And that’s when it hit her.

Not gone…

But grown.

A faint smile ghosted across her lips as she looked down at where she’d been lying, then toward the horizon.

“A new story, huh?” she murmured. “Let’s see where this one leads…”

[amberrosaliedevereux]

Amber Rosalie Devereux

The Threadkeeper. Survivor. Severer of Fate.

OC | Multi-Fandom | Literate | Dark Themes Welcome

Writer is 18+ and will bite back.

Cursed Technique: Severance of Fate (断命の刃)

Once channeled through a halberd, now written in blood and will. I see the threads. I sever what binds you to ruin—or drag you deeper into it.

Background:

Raised in the dark. Made in the fire. I don’t ask for pity—I make it regret ever looking down on me. I’ve rewritten fate. I’ve survived it. I’ll do it again.

Tone:

Sarcastic. Observant. Brutally kind when it counts. Touch me and learn what it means to bleed on a cosmic level.

Status:

Open to RP, asks, interactions, chaos, and slow burns that could ruin gods.

Reblog memes. Tag me in disasters. Send IC asks. Let’s build something twisted and beautiful.

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Amber, who was holding onto the edge for dear life and looking a bit sick, shot the Doctor a mock glare that held no ill-intent. "Ya think?? The fact that you even considered this...at all..astounds me."

*Her face turned up in a slight grimace as another wave rocked the boat.*

"Oh god....I think I'm gonna hurl..."

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"Well, this is not what I planned," the Doctor told her, clearly a bit annoyed. "Next time I'll know we should just take the TARDIS. Hopefully we find a way off this boat here soon. We should look around to see what we can find."

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“Well, yeah! We are a little busy right now.” She said with a chuckle before she followed Zendaya to the wall.

Robot Santa’s

“I don’t think those are real Santa's”  Zendaya tells Amber. “I’ve met them before kind of.” Zendaya only wanted to buy some Christmas presents. But everything with Zendaya turned into a run for your lives kind of situation. 

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“How sweet.” She said with a giggle. “Yeah. I’d say so for you.” “That is awesome, I can’t wait!” She was walking around the corner with him as she spoke and when she saw the boat, she came to a stop. “That thing is huge.”

She could feel the heat rush into her cheeks at his compliment, a bright smile forming on her features. “Well, you look handsome.” She felt a bit more comfortable in her attire and offered her hand to him as she stepped closer. “I’m sure it will be wonderful. Whatever movie we watch should have comedy or action in it. Romance comedy…. Maybe. Strong maybe.”

She laughed softly to her own rambling before ending it with. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jack takes her hand into his. He is sure that if anything were to happen that his team could handle it. He smiles at her, already ready for their date.  He leads her to the invisible lift so they can get  outside. “It’s quite a nice evening. Would you like to walk to the restaurant?” 

Jack chuckles at the rambling. “I’m sure anything with you would be fine .” He’s not opposed to watching romantic movies

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“I am trying to learn the good. Embrace the good, I guess you could say. Enjoy it. I have spent a lot of time in the dark, alone. It will be nice to see the other side.” She gave a small smile before she ran her fingers through her hair. “At least I am not alone on that.”

"Suppose I tell you the mess you got yourself into can all go away. If you come work for me." Jack didn't yet have a team so why not start with her?

“If I come work for you? You know I am not just your average, run of the mill, temp right? The life I live is…hard. Very hard. And not a lot of people can handle it. My kind of work is messy. Are you sure you want to drag me into what work you do?”

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She giggled and bounced to the edge before launching herself into the air with another flip.

“I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”

“At least you are good at that.” She gave a soft sigh as she pressed her cheek into hand, leaning against her arm slightly. “I’m just not finding the will to be that way today.”

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She smiled warmly at his thoughts. “That is true.” With a chuckle, she nodded. “Alright. Let’s go in the living room and watch a silly sitcom then.”

Birthday starter for amberdivine

((OOC: @amberdivine liked this for a birthday related starter))

“How did you even know it was my birthday?” the Doctor asked, happy, but also confused.  “Well, thank you regardless.”

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She chuckled softly, before pressing her lips to his skin, trailing them from his neck to his chest as she watched him squirm. Suddenly, she bit his skin gently.

[ gag ] Reverse

“Silence.” She commanded as she pushed him against the wall. “I don’t want to hear another word from that pretty mouth unless it is muffled moans from behind this. Understood?” The said object was a gag in her hand, that she moved to both hands as she looked at him with a mischievous smirk. “Now, open wide.”

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“Dang.” She started looking as well, even though she had no idea what she was looking for outside of weird.

❃

“Are you flirting with me?” the Doctor asked curiously, his eyebrow raised, “You didn’t used to flirt with me, I think.”  He shrugged it off.  They were surrounded by Cybermen and that was the bigger concern at the moment. 

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She moved easily, tying his hands back to the bed and sitting up again as she tried to decide what to do next. After a moment, she got up and went to search through a box in the closet, coming back with a small toy, a vibrator.

“I want you to tie me up and blindfold me so I don’t know what’s coming while you use me.” (Because it's Sunday so why not?)

The brunette was smirking softly as she walked along the bed frame with ease, her fingers trailing along the duvets with a feather-like touch before she came to stop next to the Doctor’s head. Slowly, she leaned in, her hands coming to either side of his head before she reached back and made sure the blindfold was secure on the back of his head, a small pull to satisfy herself before her lips were against his ear gently.

“Remember, love,” Her hands moved along his outstretched arm softly before cupping the handcuffs pressed against his wrist, causing a small clicking sound as they slowly tightened the cool metal around his wrists, the link between him and the posters of the bed. “You asked for this.”

She was almost sure he could feel the grin on her lips before she pulled away from him, straddling his hips with ease as her hands shifted back along his arms to the bowtie still nestled at the base of his throat. Her fingers worked carefully to undo the fabric, her eyes never straying from his blindfolded face. “What should I do first~?” The question was aimed more towards herself than at him, trying to find one particular thing she wanted to do beyond the thousands of ideas in her head.

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“This is definitely enough.” She chuckled softly. “Sorry. Just didn’t expect this at all today.”

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[text]: Do you happen to have a spare bedroom where I could store a small alien space craft for a bit?

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“Hmm...” Amber looked around then felt in her pockets, pulling out a bouncy ball. “Usually carry this around when I am bored. Would it be useful?”

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“Well, this is a tad bit annoying,” he told her, raising both their wrists up.