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positivity for fiercesouls :i’d like to give a shout out to @fiercesouls , cj is one of the most incredible writers i’ve met. underrated doesn’t even come close! their writing is incredible, i feel like they should be tumblr royalty and they always make me feel so loved as an indie roleplayer.

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@thedoctornumber11 said:  “ will you just…hold me? please. ”

The two of them barely escaped with their lives this time, making it back to the TARDIS with a lot of bruises and bumps but ultimately alive. As soon as the ship was safely away, Clara allowed herself to take a moment, the adrenaline fading quickly away. She had turned to tell the Doctor that they really needed to be more careful about what they said, but stopped when she saw the anguished, brooding look on his face. She was at his side in seconds, his request clearly surprising her but certainly not unwelcome. She stood in front of him, arms wrapping around his form and pulling him towards her, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. We made it.” Clara whispered, feeling his sorrow as if it were her own and wanting nothing more than to make it go away. “It’s going to be alright. Hey, how about I go make us a cup of tea? Pretty sure I stocked up on Jammy Dodgers if the TARDIS hasn't made them disappear again. That'll cheer you up.”

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She knew she had to do something, and with such an instinct Clarke needed to keep busy. She hated remaining still , knowing that she posed no use when she did nothing. This was normally why she did not remain still for too long , knowing that those around here were suffering , dying even , when she did nothing. She could not fail then , not again. She consistently felt like a failure to them , after all , gaining such as nickname like Wanheda did not come without loss and sacrifice. She did none of those things out of callous nature. She saw each and every death in her dreams. She was fearful for each night of rest  – knowing what often haunted her in her dreams.   She often closed her eyes and felt consumed by darkness, followed by the screams of those she had lost , the words that told her she was a failure , she was at fault , and that she would pay for it. She had no doubt it was her doing , the decisions she made consequently meant some people were lost. As they said on the Ark , we had to loose some , to save many.

She had chosen to go for a supply run, and to her amazement, John offered to go with her. It was no surprise that Clarke held him in disregard , she was worried of his intentions even if he had begun to prove himself over time. She had a lot of trust issues beneath the surface , and this led to her not allowing anyone in. This being said, she had allowed him to come with her , knowing that she would use the company , and it helped to have someone with you in a world that was truly out to get you. She had spent a lot of time alone , especially when she went on the run. She regrets those days but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t use them to reflect. They helped her change, to adapt — to be the person she is today.

As the night grew thin, they set up camp and Clarke found herself succumbing to tiredness. She felt it was over her, and after hours passed, Clarke gave in to allow John to keep watch. She fell into a restful sleep, until it was truly disturbed by her inner demons. She begun to shout out in her sleep , gasping for breath, hands remaining clammy as she shot up, eyes searching the darkness. In front of her was Murphy , as she gasped for air , eyes full of tears that threatened to fall. She was encased in his arms ,  and it took her by surprise. However, she was not upset my the embrace, in fact , she welcomed it. Her arms encased him and she gasped,  choking a cry for a moment before composing herself. “I’m – I’m okay. “ She moved away a little , knowing this was weakness she could not afford to have. “Thank you – “ For a moment, she stared , gnawing down on her lip as she heaved a sigh. 

“I’m sorry – that’s not what I wanted you to see.”

His entire childhood had been haunted with twisted nightmares, and it was from these memories of h i m s e l f and his father ( in the days before he was floated, when John was sick, his father stayed up all night at his side, perhaps because he was dreaming about losing his only son) that he recognised the look in Clarke’s eyes. When their gazes locked, he felt a sudden and unspoken connection between them, though she didn’t know it; how could she, after all John had kept his past from almost everyone. How could Clarke know how much he really understood her? It didn’t matter to him that she was w a n h e d a, because of how many chances HE had screwed up. At least Clarke could say she thought she was doing right by her people, but John had to live with something else; the notion that perhaps the monster inside him was there to stay. 

John kept these thoughts at bay for now, moving his entire focus back to her because she definitely needed it more than him. Admittedly he doesn’t look his best; he had scars on both sides of his face that hadn’t healed yet, and his face was a little bruised from a fight with Bellamy that frankly he’d rather not talk about, but the concern in his eyes was raw and real, because he’d just found something in the Commander of Death that he related to, and that imperceptibly changed the way he felt towards her, though the boy may not have known it just yet. When she hugged him back John was surprised, not just by the fact that she hugged him but also that it was really nice. He looked at her when she pulled back a bit, his hands still resting lightly on her arms. “Hey, it’s fine. Any time.” On the ground, emotion was weakness, but even now when John looked at Clarke he didn’t think she was weak. Quite the opposite.

“Don’t do that.” John paused, wondering if it was a good idea to say what he was thinking, before continuing in spite of the part of his mind that screamed to keep her distant. “Don’t apologise. You’re so strong all the time, Clarke. Don’t you think you deserve at least one second to be human?” Realising now that his hands were still on her, he let them drop, looking away to avoid her seeing the sudden embarrassment in his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve had a good night’s sleep since we landed here, anyway. I dream about everything I’ve done, everything we’ve ALL DONE so we could get here. I can’t pretend that I know exactly what you’re going through because you’ve given up so much more than the rest of us. But everything you did was so that we could A L L survive. Nobody else could have saved us, Clarke, and you did it no matter the cost. The fact that you feel guilty even though your people made it out alive....that means you’re good, and good people deserve forgiveness.”

John wasn’t sure why he felt the need to comfort her, but the words were already out now and he certainly wouldn’t take them back.

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@wcrldswithin wanted a kiss on the forehead

All their lives have been changed since they started working at Torchwood, and though it was mostly amazing to know about worlds and life beyond the Earth, it could also reveal dark truths about both the universe and humanity. These things were a heavy weight to bear. Yet it was seldom talked about between the team, despite the fact that they all felt the effects. 

Owen caught Tosh lost in thought; when he saw the haunted look in her eyes, he had a pretty good idea what she was thinking. A few moments passed in which he hesitated, wondering whether or not to approach her, before ultimately crossing the room to her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to get her attention. “Hey. Come ‘ere.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing his lips to her forehead, wishing he could protect her from the harsher things that they’d uncovered. "Do you want to talk about it? Cause I just want you to know you don’t have to do this alone."

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@thebrxghtestwxtch || continued.

Harry had spent a long time worrying more about others needs than his own, but when it came to Ron and Hermione, that sentiment was tripled. He knew she struggled sleeping these days, just as much as he did. After the events of the war, a lot of people still struggled to find a sense of normalcy. Harry had asked Ron and Hermione to stay at Grimmauld Place with him, just for a few days. He claimed he just wanted to see them, but truth be told, he just wanted the company, and part of him desperately needed to be sure they were both safe. Ron was meant to be arriving tomorrow night, but Hermione’s company was greatly appreciated. 

While she slept, however, Harry was awake most of the night - getting a maximum of two hours sleep before waking from a horrible, bone-gripping nightmare. They had yet to leave him, and the boy who lived was beginning to wonder if they’d ever fade. At around 11 the next morning, he began making breakfast - Harry wasn’t sure when Hermione would wake but he wanted to do something nice for her, almost as though he felt he needed to repay her for staying here with him. Merlin knew this house had a lot of ghosts.

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“Is that why you’re always puttin’ yourself in danger?” The question slips out before she has time to reconsider. “Sorry, I just--I know it must be hard, but...surely all the amazing things you do...don't they make up for all the bad stuff that was, or that might be? Doctor, it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. ” Yes, that is a Harry Potter quote, but it’s good advice! Rose thought, reaching out to touch his arm in what she hoped would be comforting.

✧  「  @fiercesouls​​  hit  the  ♡  /  ROSE  」

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐈  𝐒𝐄𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.  Every  waking  second,  I  can  see  what  is,  what  was,  what  could  be,  what  must  not.  That's  the  burden  of  the  Time Lord. ❜

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@grahaem said: “  i can stay, if you want. “  

Such a suggestion was foreign to Draco’s ears; his family mostly avoided talking about issues, or anything at all. His parents had learned to suppress, to CONTAIN their inner world and they had brought him up the same. Work with people, but never let them see you vulnerable. So now Graham had found him, lost deep in thought about the dark times that were ahead, Draco felt like a deer caught in the headlights. His silvery eyes slid away from Graham’s, not wanting the other to see how splintered he felt inside. The notion that somebody might CARE about him and be willing to help him shoulder his burdens was terrifying to consider. “It’s fine.” Draco replied, his usually loud and arrogant voice suddenly a whisper. Keep it together. “I don’t want to hold you back. I’m sure you have better things to do.” He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face, but the rest of his body did not comply - his shoulders tense and hands clenched tightly into fists. Sentiment made a person weak, didn’t it? If this was the truth, however, Draco couldn’t understand the empty hole he felt in his heart.

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@shesdaylight said:  “ you’re not the boss of me. ” 

Raven looked up at the other, eyebrows arching a little at the INTENSITY of her gaze. Of course, they didn’t have any bosses down here, but Bellamy and Clarke seemed to have taken on the role of leaders together - and they’d told Raven to get everyone working, in any way she could manage. She supposed the stress of trying to get a message up to the Ark had been clouding her mind recently, so perhaps when she asked for the blonde’s help she’d come across BOSSY and authoritarian. She sighed, putting down the bullets she was working on and turning to face the other, her features slowly changing into something a little more relaxed. “You’re right, I’m not the boss of you. But I would REALLY appreciate the help. Considering the threat that’s waiting for us out there...”She gestured beyond the walls, the mere thought of grounders making her skin crawl with hatred and fear all at once. “Besides, you telling me you’d rather work with Miller and Murphy on the wall? I can arrange that if it’s what you really want.” A sparkle of playfulness in her eyes is a brief but welcome change from the constant anxiety around camp these days. 

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@thirsttoprove said: “To say you have my gratitude feels woefully insufficient. You saved my life.” 

Severus had hoped to avoid this. Perhaps some small part of him had been aware that eventually, Potter would find out all that he had done for him. But he had hoped that the discussion could be halted in some way, for he felt incredibly uncomfortable with the fact that he had helped none other than James Potter’s son. But then, he DID owe James a debt, and...he also felt that he owed Lily. His only t r u e friend, pushed away by something that happened in a MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. When he had heard that she died...the pain in his heart had been unbearable. She was dead, he’d never be able to make up for what he had done...

Then, he heard of her son. Harry Potter, who had somehow survived the Dark Lord even though before that night, it hadn’t been possible. He came to Hogwarts, and he looked SO MUCH like Severus’ bully it had made him sick. But he had her eyes, Lily’s eyes, and when Dumbledore asked for his help, how could Severus refuse, knowing full well that THIS could be his lost chance to make up for everything?

The war was done now. Severus had come oh-so-close to death, as had Harry. The two of them were now bearing the scars of battle, both mental and physical. As the former teacher looked at the former student now, he saw how much the boy had truly changed since they had first met. Yes, he had his father’s temperament, that much was clear, but he also had Lily’s compassion and drive to help others. Perhaps this was why Snape could never FULLY hate him, no matter how hard he had tried in the years that had passed.

A few moments of silence pass after Harry’s words, mainly for Severus to gather his thoughts. “On quite a few occasions, yes, I did.” But there was no malice in his words, no disappointment or annoyance. “Listen, P--Harry. You saved us all. I think, in retrospect, me saving your life was a well-made call. You do not need to thank me. I owed it to your parents to look out for you.” He lifted his gaze to look at Harry properly. “I suppose you’ve heard a ridiculous amount of times that you look just like them. But your courage, your compassion and determination to get things done...that also comes from them. From your mother especially. They would be proud of you.” It doesn’t hurt him to say that, as much as he thought it might.

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alright, I’ve put everything I owe into my drafts and I’ll be on tomorrow 10000% to do at least some of them. I’ll be on Discord if y’all need me, just message me if you want it. If not, I’ll catch you lovely people tomorrow. 

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Hi everyone! I haven’t been feeling super inspired for the past few days so I haven’t been on, but I miss writing with y’all so I’m gonna do my best to get some replies done tomorrow. ilu all <3

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if you send one in, I'll write a starter for you based on what you chose :)

SEND ME A SYMBOL(S) FOR WHAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN people struggle with plotting so i figured making it into an askbox thing could help! 

DYNAMICS: ✭ friends to lovers ★ rivals to lovers ✦ enemies to lovers ♡ found family ♣ rivals ❦ reluctant allies  ❖ platonic ☢ slowburn  ➤ love at first sight π partners in crime SITUATIONS ☁ one muse saves the other’s life  ☼ one muse (or both) is a single parent  ❆ our muses get shut in due to a storm  ☤ one muse having to patch the other up  ❦ put together through a common goal  ⎔ one muse asking the other to stay the night ϟ our muses work together  ♁ our muses are neighbors  ➽ one muse doesn’t have anyone else to turn to  SETTINGS ✚ crossover between our fandoms ☽ sender’s verse in receivers fandom ☾ receivers verse in sender’s fandom ☯ alternate universe / separate fandom than both muses are in

ODDLY SPECIFIC ⌲ one muse is supposed to kill/hurt the other but falls for them instead ✖ our muses work together and there’s a lot of tension and maybe we do the only one bed plot idk ＋ reporter/vigilante dynamic ∇ nurse/vigilante dynamic  ✿ innocent muse/morally grey dangerous muse  ❥ asshole/the one person they’re nice to ♛ bodyguard/person they’re protecting ◐ arranged marriage/match ◎ fake dating ¶ roommate AU ۞ one night stand turns into many and now we’re just kinda not sure what we are ❁ friends with benefits maybe some pining  © unrequited love except it isn’t unrequited ✡ unrequited love and it’s actually unrequited  ♖ i dated you to get back at someone in my life but i’m developing real feelings oh no ♮one night stand only to later learn we’re gonna be in some sort of setting together (professor/student, co-workers, etc)  ✏ we used to date and something didn’t work out but now you’re here and i’m still in love

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Symbol Starters~

Send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.

Send 📱 for my muse to send yours a random text.

Send 📞 for my muse to call yours.

Send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.

Send ⚔ to challenge my muse to a duel.

Send 😢 for my muse to comfort you.

Send 🌸 to receive flowers from my muse.

Send ☁ for our muses to watch the clouds together.

Send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.

Send ℃ for my muse to discuss the temperature with yours.

Send 👻 to tell ghost stories with my muse.

Send 🐩 to play with my muse’s pet (or have my muse play with yours).

Send 😘 to see my muse’s reaction to yours flirting with them.

Send 💅 to do my muse’s nails.

Send �� for our muses to go horse riding together.

Send 📺 for our muses to have a TV/movie night.

Send 🍸 for our muses to have a drink together.

Send 💪 for our muses to workout together.

Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.

Send 🍔 for our muses to have lunch together.

Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.

Send 😓 for my muse to apologize to yours for something they did.

Send 💖 for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.

Send 💘 for my muse to ask yours who they have a crush on.

Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.

Send 🎃 to carve pumpkins with my muse.

Send 🎁 for my muse to give yours a gift.

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@wcrldswithin said:  ❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse .

The two of them hadn’t worked many missions together, but they were a fantastic team - so this time, when everyone had to split off into groups, Gwen was quick to suggest Camille come with her to investigate the suspicious warehouses that had recently popped up on Torchwood’s radar. Jack had an inkling that they were selling some form of alien contraband, which would explain the three victims who died with some weird alien tech on them. The two women had struggled a little getting inside, but good thing Camille was pretty resourceful so they managed. Now they walked amongst the containers, trying to find something, anything they could use against whoever was running this operation. 

“This is a lot of stuff.” Gwen commented, spinning in a slow circle to take in the seemingly endless rows of containers. “If it is alien, how the bloody hell did they get it all here? I mean, do they have a rocket or something?” Camille raised a finger to quiet her, and Gwen was momentarily offended until she heard the murmur of voices from the other side of the warehouse, and the echoing footsteps coming their way. Reacting quickly, Gwen pressed herself against the container that was just in front of her, motioning at Camille to do the same. She pulled her gun out, just in case, and listened, trying to make out what they were saying.

“We have a new shipment arriving in 48 hours. So we need the space cleared! What’s taking so long? Just advertise the bracelets as some new technology. Say it connects them to the WiFi in their mind, I don’t know! just find a way to sell them.” A very cross man was shouting, and the beep of a phone hanging up echoed around the warehouse far too loudly. Gwen exchanged a look with Camille as the footsteps inched closer, ready to jump out at a moment’s notice.

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        there has to be more, right? carla had never really thought much about the reason things happened in life. she was fine to live in the moment. yet, anything that had once brought fleeting joy was now dead and gone. in this new world, all there was to do to survive. it was hard to want to survive when it felt there was nothing to look forward to. she looks at the broom in her hands, and sighs softly. the hand of her shoulder brings forth a flicker of a smile. “yeah. my grandma always told me life doesn’t throw anything at a person they can’t handle.” a twinge, the ache of missing family. seriousness overwhelms her expression though. “if we do make it through, you know, the winter and everything… then what’s next?” she bites her bottom lip. “i tell myself there’s more, that there’s something to look forward to on the other side… but fuck, what if there isn’t?”

Grizz knew the darkness of those thoughts, for he also had them sometimes. But a new perspective presented to him - that they were still breathing was a blessing, even if it was hard to see it sometimes. How could he say that, though, without seeming like an idiot? He managed a gentle smile, hoping it didn’t come across as patronising. “See, she knows what’s up. You should always listen to your grandma.” Grizz paused, a thought to his own grandmother bringing him a sudden stab of sorrow. He tried to push the memories of staying at her house away; it wouldn’t help his quest to make Carla feel better if he looked upset. “Well, I don’t know. We grow our own food so we never have to worry about starving, and after that...we get through each day, same as we have been for the past few months.” He didn’t know about the more long-term answer, but they’d figure that out as they came to it. “There’s no way for us to know, I understand that. But the future is what we make it, especially here. If we got here, there has to be a way back. Until then, we just need to take care of ourselves. I refuse to believe this is going to be it for us, forever.”

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@thirsttoprove said: Cedric & Harry for this meme.

Who said “I love you” first: Cedric, literally as soon as the war is over. Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Considering Cedric kind of struggles with muggle phones, I guess Harry! Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: HARRY. Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Both tbh because they’re both soft. Who initiated the first kiss: After a lot of pining and going back and forth, Cedric did. Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Harry because Cedric sucks at waking up early. Who starts tickle fights: Harryyyyyy Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: CEDRIC EVERY TIME  Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Cedric cause Harry is super busy 99.99999% of the time. Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Um both, but Harry probably more so. Who kills/takes out the spiders: Both of them since neither of them are scared of spiders hint hint Ron. Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: HARRY DEFINITELY I CAN PICTURE IT NOW.

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@wcrldswithin said:  ⭐⭐⭐ for clara/11/river. tagging @starlightwalked bc i’m certain they will want to see this. 

one. Somewhere along the line, the Doctor and Clara ran into River (in the flesh this time) and she helped them out of a sticky situation. After that was over, they literally begged her to come with them in the TARDIS, annoying her like little children until she eventually gave in. Though it’s hidden under sass and teasing banter, Clara is awed by the two of them; they are opposites in quite a lot of ways, yet they blend together so well. When River noticed her gazing at them with those huge, loving eyes one day, she made a passing comment that Clara definitely fancied them. Whether meant as a joke or a suggestion, in my mind that’s when things started to change between them.

two. So at some point, the three of them visit Ancient Greece, and before anything else let me tell you that Clara and River looked like absolute goddesses and the Doctor is just heart eyes at them the entire time. So anyway they get mistaken for gods because some of the locals saw the TARDIS appear so they get to stay at a super nice place and get whatever food or drink they want, which the Doctor refuses but Clara and River play along for a while (they deserve it after all the world saving they do, right?). But a rogue Time Agent arrived, trying to ruin history, so of course they go rushing off to stop him. But when they do, the time agent takes a huge interest in Clara, and ends up taking her. The Doctor and River would have ripped the world apart to find her, but thankfully it didn’t come to that - after two days of searching, they found the Time Agent, restrained him (lucky that River didn’t shoot him) and found their girlfriend Clara, a little bruised but otherwise fine. A lot of spur of the moment “thank god you’re alive” kissing probably happens, but that’s just in my personal and slightly biased opinion.

three. River definitely teaches Clara to handle herself better, even how to shoot a gun. The Doctor is incredibly unhappy about that, of course, but ultimately River reminded him of what happened in Greece. “What if we hadn’t been there? Or if we hadn’t made it in time? She needs to know how to protect herself.” Clara was a quick study, though she felt uncomfortable holding any gun even when she knows how to shoot, much to the Doctor’s relief. Unfortunately, there did come a time when that came in handy, but not because Clara was in danger. Because they were. One of the last surviving soldiers of Demon’s Run had become resentful and frankly obsessive over the years after their defeat. He sought vengeance or redemption, perhaps both, and he managed to catch the Doctor and River unaware and capture them, taking the sonic and River’s gun and just about anything that could be useful. Clara and the TARDIS had never liked each other, but the ship showed her how to fly her, just this once. When Clara found River’s gun and the sonic, she hadn’t intended to use the former. The soldier gave her no choice - he would have killed River if she didn’t, in fact he had been about to. Nonetheless, once she let them out of the restraints with the sonic, the gravity of what she had done settled in fast. The three spent the whole night quietly, with cups of tea never empty in their hands, none of them getting a wink of sleep. (Not that the Doctor ever does anyway.)