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My muse is undressing, knowing full well that your muse is watching. Send me your muses reaction to my muse's teasing.

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Munday, munday...Tuesday...I was super stressed and broken yesterday, so now you all get my selfie today :3

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SUPER DUPER ANGST MEME

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.

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                                      Did you ever imagine                                                 So young and doe-eyed                                              That this would be                                                                              your                                                                                     life?

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Depression:

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-SUICIDE (2433) – Can use in US, U.K., Canada and Singapore

Suicide Crisis Line: 1-800-999-9999

National Suicide Prevention Helpline: 1-800-273-TALK (8245)

National Adolescent Suicide Helpline: 1-800-621-4000

Postpartum Depression: 1-800-PPD-MOMS

NDMDA Depression Hotline – Support Group: 1-800-826-3632

Veterans: 1-877-VET2VET

Crisis Help Line – For Any Kind of Crisis: 1-800-233-4357

Suicide & Depression Crisis Line – Covenant House: 1-800-999-9999

Survivors of Bereavement by Suicide: (UK only) 0844-561-6855

Beyondblue info line: (Australia only) 1300-22-4636

24/7 Crisis Line:(Canada only) 905-522-1477

Lifeline Australia: 13-11-14

Domestic Abuse:

National Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-422-4453

National Domestic Violence Crisis Line: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

National Domestic Violence Hotline (TDD): 1-800-787-32324

Center for the Prevention of School Violence: 1-800-299-6504

Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

Domestic Violence Helpline: 1-800-548-2722

Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse): 1-800-477-4111

Child Abuse Hotline Support & Information: 1-800-792-5200

Women’s Aid National Domestic Violence Helpline: (UK Only) 0345 023 468

Sexual Abuse Centre: (UK Only) 0117 935 1707

Sexual Assault Support (24/7, English & Spanish): 1-800-223-5001

Domestic & Teen Dating Violence (English & Spanish: 1-800-992-2600

Relationships Australia: 1300-364-277

Alcohol & Drug Abuse:

National Association for Children of Alcoholics: 1-888-55-4COAS (1-888-554-2627)

National Drug Abuse: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Al-Anon/Alateen Hope & Help for young people who are the relatives & friends of a problem drinker): 1-800-344-2666

Alcohol/Drug Abuse Hotline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Be Sober Hotline: 1-800-BE-SOBER (1-800-237-6237)

Cocaine Help Line: 1-800-COCAINE (1-800-262-2463)

24 Hour Cocaine Support Line: 1-800-992-9239

Ecstasy Addiction: 1-800-468-6933

Marijuana Anonymous: 1-800-766-6779

Youth & Teen Hotlines:

National Youth Crisis Support: 1-800-448-4663

Youth America Hotline: 1-877-YOUTHLINE (1-877-968-8454)

Covenant House Nine-Line (Teens): 1-800-999-9999

Boys Town National: 1-800-448-3000

Teen Helpline: 1-800-400-0900

TeenLine: 1-800-522-8336

Youth Crisis Support: 1-800-448-4663 or 1-800-422-0009

Runaway Support (All Calls are Confidential): 800-231-694

National Runaway Hotline: (US only) 1800-231-6946

Child Helpline: (UK Only) 0800-111

Kids Helpline: (Australia) 1800-55-1800

Youth to Youth: (UK only) 020-8896-3675

Kids Help Phone Canada: 1800-688-6868

National Youth Crisis Hotline:(US only) 800-442-442-4673 

Pregnancy Hotlines:

AAA Crisis Pregnancy Center: 1-800-560-0717

Pregnancy Support: 1-800-4-OPTIONS (1-800-467-8466)

Pregnancy National Helpline: 1-800-356-5761

Young Pregnant Support: 1-800 550-4900

Gay and Lesbian Hotlines:

The Trevor Helpline (For homosexuality questions or problems): 1-800-850-8078

Gay & Lesbian National Support: 1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)

Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender (GLBT) Youth Support Line: 1-800-850-8078

Lesbian & Gay Switchboard: (UK Only) 0121 622 6589

Lothian Gay & Lesbian Switchboard – Scotland: (Scotland Only) 0131 556 4049

Other Hotlines:

Self-Injury Support: 1-800-DONT CUT (1-800-366-8288) (www.selfinjury.com)

Eating Disorders Awareness and Prevention: 1-800-931-2237 (Hours: 8am-noon daily, PST)

Eating Disorders Center: 1-888-236-1188

Help Finding a Therapist: 1-800-THERAPIST (1-800-843-7274)

Panic Disorder Information and Support: 1-800-64-PANIC (1-800-647-2642)

TalkZone (Peer Counselors): 1-800-475-TALK (1-800-475-2855)

Parental Stress Hotline: 1-800-632-8188

Parent Help Line (Australia only): 1300-364-100

National AIDS Helpline: (UK Only) 0800 567 123

Mensline Australia: 1300-789-978

Want a country by country list? Here are some more resources: helplines

The following sites also provides a country by country list of helplines available: 

befrienders

international suicide hotlines

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#the real favorite is all five

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Fantine, Agent Fields, Ichabod Crane, Tad Hamilton, Hagrid

spell your name with fictional characters

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Send me “I’m your present” for my muse’s reaction to yours standing in front of mine, wearing only a bow.

Find the reverse here

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I think i may have just given myself a black eye and broke a toe in one swift motion because im just that clumsy.

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    Her eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and delight when her     pulls her off and flips her around. Because while she's an independent     woman who needs nothing from no one, a woman that like having     the control in her hands, she can't help but tremble in his grasp. It's     more than just that base level of a display of strength, of knowing she     is weak to him. But the safety that follows, the comfort that comes     with a burning desire just for him.     Watching with rapt attention as he pulls away at her layers, she tries     to keep her breathing even. But it is all for naught as soon as his lips     touch the sensitive skin. From her lips pour sounds she's never     heard before. Soft little whimpers that quickly grow in volume. Biting     down hard on her bottom lip, she attempts to quiet herself.     Reaching a shaking down to the one he has between her thighs,      she parts her legs further and leads him to where she needs him     most. As soon as she's led him into her knickers, she lets out a     whispered string of curses, hips bucking automatically for more.

     It’s astonishing how fast he’s climbing up, pleasure rising      with just this alone. He can feel himself growing needy for      more with each passing second and he knows if they don’t      stop this soon, it’s all going to end before it can even begin.      This body is too new to this even if he is not. He cannot      control it’s instincts and urges. 

     So before she can grow too attached to the action, he’s pulling      back, cupping her face and sitting up to bring her into a deep      kiss. He doesn’t explain why but instead flips her back onto the      bed, finally getting his hands on her starting with the buttons of      her blouse. 

     Despite his submissive behavior and willingness to give her      everything she wants, he still has desires of his own. And      honestly he’d rather not soil this in coming too soon from the      delightful feeling of her lips around his cock. And really, she      probably can withstand more than he can at this point.

                  ❝ Now, now. This is                        about you, not me. ❞

     Before she can protest, he pushes the clothing away from her      chest and unlatches her bra only to dip down and flick his tongue      over her nipple. He smirks softly and drops his hand down between      her legs, deciding to begin pushing away at the clothing there was            well. 

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    With his hands in her hair, she's encouraged to drop her lips down,     further, cheeks hollowing out with the suction. She revels in the taste,     the rise and fall of his hips, every sound that she pulls from his lips.     Running her nails lightly along his torso, she lowers her mouth slowly     until her nose is pressed to his abdomen.     She can feel him against the back of her throat, and can't help     but moan around him. Just as slowly as she went down, she     came back up, pulling off with a lewd pop, not caring about the     sound because she's already back on him before she can think     about it.      Digging her nails into his thighs to brace herself, she picks up her     pace. It's an entirely new experience, not the act, but the hunger.     And it's yet to be quelled as she thought it would. To have him      inside of her in this way wasn't all that she craved. But she wasn't     done with this despite the ache in her cunt for more.     It was bordering on ridiculous right now, just how much she wanted     him. Her need to please him, to be beside him. And she knew if she     were to have her way, they would be here forever, scattered amongst     the stars.

He honestly doesn’t expect her to be this eager. And it takes him by surprise. He can hardly contain the gasp as he’s pushed back against the bed, shirt having been pulled off in the moments before and tossed to the ground. Before he can even begin to speak, her lips are on his skin and she’s make her way down. It doesn’t take him any longer than that to figure out what’s going through her head. 

His breath hitches and suddenly he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. So he drops them to his side, gripping sheets between his fingers, eyes falling shut for the moment. He’s compelled to watch, but at the same time he wants to immerse himself in the feeling. In the end he settles for a bit of both, occasionally glancing down every now and again to see her face. 

However, when he feels the flick of her tongue against his, by now, throbbing cock, he can’t help but throw his head back and moan. It has really been too long this. Since touch. Since anything of the sort. It’s hard to control his body from reacting, hips jerking just slightly. 

                ❝C-Clara—❞

He cuts off in another moan, extending a hand to brush through her hair, daring to glance down at her. She doesn’t have to do this. But he can tell she wants to. So he doesn’t stop her. Only makes a silent promise to himself to return the favor later. 

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    She has a need to know every inch of him. To know what     his skin tastes like, to feel his pulse jump beneath her tongue.     It's a strange impulse to her. Because despite the fact that     she's not an inexperienced woman, she has never so deeply     craved someone before. Never longed to hear the sounds     they would make for her, to hear them say her name like a     prayer and a curse all at the same time.     With him now sitting up, it leaves their bodies pressed tight     together, but now she doesn't have the space to do as she     pleases with such ease. Gripping his shoulders, she pushes     him back down with a wicked grin. Lips already working     their way down his chest.      Despite her downward trajectory, her eyes stay up on him.      Because she has to see what his face will do as soon as she's     reached her goal, has to know exactly what he'll look like in     that moment.        As soon as her lips press to his hip bone, her hands work the     the button of his pants open, the sound of the zipper echoing     in her ear. Hooking her fingers into the waist of of the pants,     she gets them down just enough before letting out an almost     nervous puff of air. But she pushes away the sudden nerves,      the ones making her worry that he'll think she's crazy as her     tongue reaches out to flick the head of his cock, hand wrapping     around the base to stroke him, eyes never leaving his.

     He’s felt this before, but it had been far too long. The      rush is more than he expects. Every touch, every      simple caress is sending shocks throughout his      nervous system. Pure pleasure. And there’s nothing      else. Everything has faded away. All the hurt. All the      pain. Dissolved into this. He knows there’s a high      possibility that this is only temporary. That this could      end even worse, but he doesn’t care. Not right now.      Not when he’s so close to her.

     There’s a gasp as he’s shifted onto his back, staring      up at her. He says nothing, just allowing her this freedom.      This control over him. He’s always too easy to give      control to the ones he loves. And this is no exception.

                     ❝ Clara… My sweet Clara…❞

     He mumbles, leaning up a bit to kiss back, hands running      over her body as it sways against his. He can’t resist the      groan that follows. Too long. Far too long has it been since      he’s felt that. The excitement. Almost foreign by now.

     Before he can even give a second though, he’s sitting      upright, tossing his jacket aside, wrapping his arms      around her. He moves his lips to her neck, nipping and      sucking lightly at the flesh there, wanting nothing more      than to give her everything. All of him. He was hers. Now      and until the end. He would be hers.  

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Balancing on one wounded wing, circling the edge of the never ending. The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door.

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“You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.” 

                                   Clara Oswald Semi-Selective Indie Roleplay

  i. Mun 21+

ii. Muse 21+ 

iii. Open to OC's and Verses

iv. 10+ years roleplaying experience, 2 on tumblr

v. Open to gif chats, semi paras, and paras. {accepts any style}

vi. Always open to any kind of plotting!

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    It's damn near too much, so much so that for a moment     she believes she truly is on the verge of imploding. Because     this wasn't something she ever thought she would have.     No matter how much she'd wished and dreamed, she had      accepted that she was no more than a companion to him. One     of many at that. And yet here she was, in his bed with him     between her thighs.     His touch left her feeling greedy, craving more until she     had all he could give. And even then she wasn't entirely      sure it would be enough. Her lips stay hard pressed to his     as she begins to unbutton his shirt with trembling fingers.      First though, she tugs at the fabric of his bowtie, pulling      softly and letting it fall down to the side of the bed.     Pressing her legs tight into his sides, she uses this leverage     to flip them, grinning above him as her hair spills over into     a dark curtain around them. Leaning in close, her lips wander     slowly, making a trail to his ear before she whispers.                            ❝ I love you. ❞     Letting her lips linger, her hips grind down against him,     soft moans escaping the harder pushes down. Between     hushed sighs she continues to whisper it, I love you, to     make sure he hears her. That he'll never forget the sound     of her need and her love, the way they twine together in     a hushed chorus that leaves her all but gasping for air.

     There’s a small gasp that escapes as he feels her lips      on his neck. It’s not an new gesture of affection, but it is      in the case of this relationship. As well as this body. He      can feel a certain neediness behind her action and he,      for one, can’t blame her for it. They’d come so close to      losing each other. Even if it wasn’t close at all, it had felt      like it. So the need to feel alive was overwhelming them      both right now.

     He’s trying desperately to focus on where he’s going and      not getting caught up in h e r. But it’s hard. Because she’s      right there. And a desire he’d long since forgotten is seeping      through, stirring inside. It’s mad, this whole thing that is      progressing between them. But that’s what he does best,      yeah? Madness. Insanity. And right now, at this moment, he      doesn’t care how insane this all is. He wants it. Wants her.      Wants this to happen. 

     Finally he pulls himself together and continues onward until      they reach a door. A door so few have laid eyes on. He’s the      only one who can really reveal it after all. Hidden from view,      his bedroom. He doesn’t even have to push forward as the      door opens for them. She’s showing trust for once, which is      odd, but he’s grateful. 

     Once inside the room, he wastes no time moving toward the      bed, laying her down on it gently, following close behind. He’s      all to eager to close the gap between them, kissing her again,      his hands tracing up and down her sides as the heat begins      to rise.

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Couldn’t resist doing another Christmas scene with Victorian Clara and their wee little chil’uns…well, sort of…based on the amount of leg she’s showing it looks like she’s modernized a wee bit (“modern” by 1960s standards)…