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CLARA HAS MOVED! i’ve consolidated all of my blogs but one to my multimuse, @ashesriising​. this blog will remain as an archive, but no further activity will happen here. hope to see you all over there!

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whispers i miss you all alot. i haven’t been around because my muse for clara has been pretty much nonexistent, so i’m thinking about adding her to my multimuse blog in a mostly canon-divergent au setting. i just don’t wanna deal with dw canon anymore, tbh. but anyway, if you guys wanna find me elsewhere, i’m mostly on @decthcard and @ambiitchious!

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dammit i have so much clara muse now but no energy to write guys hmu on s/kype (same as my url!) or im me @goddesswalkiing for ic things ok i miss my brave little space adventurer.

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@everybodyelsedying​. Because I logged on for a hot minute and your little starter gave me hella immortal!clara muse.

I’m tired of mourning people.

    The words echo through her head in a thousand different voices, said a thousand different times over the last million forevers. There were a thousand different responses she’d given, but it was ONE that stayed in her mind, beating a weary, well-worn path around her head. The only truly WRONG answer she’d ever given to that statement.

      ❛ SO DON’T. ❜

     Cruel words, said to a dear friend, said to her only companion. The memory itself had been lost to time, but her recordings -- the TARDIS’ record of her life -- never let her forget. It never let her forget when she had finally understood the Doctor -- the cold man inside of him that she could never stand and wanted to squeeze out of him. It never let her forget when she had finally, FINALLY become exactly like him.

      ❛ DON’T mourn them. ❜

    There was no malice in her tone, only a cold, dead assurance. It was mater-of-fact to her, this awful truth. The truth that she was laying on that poor soul as if she held the answers of the UNIVERSE, as if she had a RIGHT to do so.

     ❛ People DIE. It’s our choice how we react. ❜ Bold words, she thought now, from a woman who was prepared to destroy a universe to bring a loved one back.  ❛ People are born, and they live, and they die, but WE? We are still. We are more. ❜

      ❛ It’s the blink of an eye, these peoples’ lifetimes. All of their worries and cares and joys, all of it turns to nothing. But we are different. We shouldn’t HAVE to mourn them. GODS DON’T MOURN MORTALS. ❜

    The fierce, BLAZING feeling that jumped up inside of her was hard to identify -- she’d though then that it was JOY, she knew knew NOW that it was RAGE.

    ❛ We should be done loving and losing. We’re something different, something NEW. Don't you SEE it? We’re different. Mourning is something of the past. ❜ 

     Time had turned a warm heart cold, but it was grief that had turned a cold heart WARM again -- fiery hot, too searing to handle. Now, with more blood on her hands -- the blood of a MORTAL, the blood of yet another soul she had loved -- she knew she had been wrong again. Her own admonishment not to love rolling around inside her like thunder felt like a dagger in her unbeating heart. Maybe, she realized, maybe a million forevers was too long for someone waiting for her last breath. Maybe it was TIME -- time to give in, to run away to Gallifrey. Time to ACCEPT what she had so long before, and the Doctor had simply stalled.

    And yet, she knew she wouldn’t, as she closed unseeing eyes one last time and stood, eyes lifting away from the mess of blood on her hands and clothes. She had seen STARS rise and fall in her time living and running, and yet nothing felt so desolate as losing someone she had known she would have only a breath of time with.

I’m tired of mourning people.

     Tears gathered unshed like CRYSTALS in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to space, to the stars she would walk among and run through. To the millions of souls she would love and lose again, even when it felt as if a little piece of her was carried away by each of them as their souls passed on to a place she was LONG since supposed to know.

     AND SHE MOURNED THEM.

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IT’S THE WINTER HOLIDAYS.

Carols are playing on the radio, the weather has a biting edge of cold to it, and people are getting ready to LEAVE university to go home to their families – those that HAVE them. SHELBY WYATT,facing the holidays alone, invites a group of fellow students on a whim to the Wyatt winter retreat – a MASSIVE LODGE deep in the snowy mountains. It looks to be THREE WEEKS of fun, relaxing, and skiing for the students, and it’s the weekend after the semester ends that this group of disconnected people fly out to the lodge for an all-expenses paid vacation.

BUT THE HISTORY OF THE HOME IS TAINTED.

While the tales of murder that haunt one wing are discounted by the young guests, it would seem that SOMEONE HAS DARKER INTENTIONS than they have revealed. A ghost story late at night, a joking DARE for someone to spend the night alone, and a BODY on the ground in the morning turn the lighthearted stay to a NIGHTMARE.

THERE’S A KILLER IN THEIR MIDST.

With no one else within miles, the killer has to be one of their own, and no one knows where to point fingers or lay blame. A deadly snowstorm seals their fate – there’s NO ESCAPE,and the hapless students are trapped in the house with A MURDERER ON THE LOOSE and only a slim chance of survival. To get out alive, they have to BAND TOGETHER, but with the body count climbing, there’s nowhere to turn.

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IT’S THE WINTER HOLIDAYS.

Carols are playing on the radio, the weather has a biting edge of cold to it, and people are getting ready to LEAVE university to go home to their families – those that HAVE them. SHELBY WYATT,facing the holidays alone, invites a group of fellow students on a whim to the Wyatt winter retreat – a MASSIVE LODGE deep in the snowy mountains. It looks to be THREE WEEKS of fun, relaxing, and skiing for the students, and it’s the weekend after the semester ends that this group of disconnected people fly out to the lodge for an all-expenses paid vacation.

BUT THE HISTORY OF THE HOME IS TAINTED.

While the tales of murder that haunt one wing are discounted by the young guests, it would seem that SOMEONE HAS DARKER INTENTIONS than they have revealed. A ghost story late at night, a joking DARE for someone to spend the night alone, and a BODY on the ground in the morning turn the lighthearted stay to a NIGHTMARE.

THERE’S A KILLER IN THEIR MIDST.

With no one else within miles, the killer has to be one of their own, and no one knows where to point fingers or lay blame. A deadly snowstorm seals their fate – there’s NO ESCAPE,and the hapless students are trapped in the house with A MURDERER ON THE LOOSE and only a slim chance of survival. To get out alive, they have to BAND TOGETHER, but with the body count climbing, there’s nowhere to turn.

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Keep reading

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i really, really miss clara, but i don’t know that i’m all that comfortable writing her still. i’m going to try to do little things over here when i have the muse though, so mutuals can like this for  a starter, and i’ll try to do those tomorrow. i’m not planning on replying to any current threads, however – i’ll probably make a formal announcement dropping them all at some point. for the time being, you can find me over @goddesswalkiing!!!

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@firstavcngcr​!!!

married in space (a time traveller AU)

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i really, really miss clara, but i don’t know that i’m all that comfortable writing her still. i’m going to try to do little things over here when i have the muse though, so mutuals can like this for  a starter, and i’ll try to do those tomorrow. i’m not planning on replying to any current threads, however -- i’ll probably make a formal announcement dropping them all at some point. for the time being, you can find me over @goddesswalkiing!!!

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SO JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW, I have little to no muse for Clara for the moment. I’m mostly devoting my attention to Regina now, and that’s where I’m logged in on mobile. If you want to contact me, that’s where I’ll be, but I’d love to write with you all over there as well. ❤

You cried WOLF so I came RUNNING.

QUESTION: Am I the WOLF (or am I the SAVIOR)? Is my SMILE too sharp or just my TEETH?

                 ANSWER: come a little closer.

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You cried WOLF so I came RUNNING.

QUESTION: Am I the WOLF (or am I the SAVIOR)? Is my SMILE too sharp or just my TEETH?

                 ANSWER: come a little closer.

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Guess who’s still fairly inactive? ME! I promise I’m working on getting Regina’s new blog up and running this weekend, but then she’ll probably be my main until I can find muse for all of the others.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <33

MY BEAUTIFUL BEE ❤❤❤❤ THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE. I HOPE YOUR DAY IS SO LOVELY.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Thank you darling!!!! It’s been a lovely evening. I hope yours is too!  ❤❤

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope you've had a wonderful day and lots of fun times!!!!!

THANK YOU BABE!!! I was so excited to see your url in my inbox!!! I love having you on my dash! I hope you have a lovely day!