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[laidirnighean]

-   “ you miss her. ”

                         -    “ terribly. “

[codesworn-blog]

In warfare, it’s not often a man can owe someone his life and survive long enough to hope he can repay the debt. He’d felt almost certain his time was up before Claire found him, just another among the thousands of broken soldiers gracelessly bleeding out on an eerily silent French battlefield. No doubt he would have been lost among the inevitable mountain of nameless corpses if not for her closing his wounds and lifting his spirits, keeping him hanging on long enough for his body to heal. He’s always felt like meeting her was fate -- perhaps that same fate will allow them to cross paths again, if only he has the correct address.

He’s almost nervous approaching the front door, flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other; the least he can offer. He’s not sure she’ll recognise him without dried blood and the remnants of boot polish covering his face -- 1945 feels a lifetime ago, and surely grief and pain have aged him beyond the five years since they met. His hand reaches to smoothen down his hair; a nervous habit that probably does more harm than good with the flowers in the way, and he’s still battling the damn things when the door opens on his surely-startled expression. 

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[kolhearted-archived]

@logicalhealer a réagi à votre billet : OUT. ||  I’ve thought about this a lot, and the...

yes. good. use it for doable things. don’t do like claire and try to change history.

OUT. || Honestly, Claire is too much of a go-getter to hang with me. In this house, we use time travel to be functional humans, not to fundamentally change the course of history.

[vlamkoningin]

do me , my url :)

@logicalhealer

Character in general: I have??? A lot of feelings.Let’s just say that …I’m currently on episode 10 of season 1 and thus far I like your version of Claire better than canon Claire.

Like.

I kinda irritated @oftheridge the other day because I was so passionately upset with Claire whoops.

How they play them: MAYBE BETTER THAN CANON

PROBABLY BETTER THAN CANON

The Mun: Sweet, patient muffin top of whom I want to get to know better.

Do I:

RP with them: YES YES

Want to RP with them: YES YES

What is my:

Overall opinion: pls love me more i have cookies

[ofbrochtuarach]

“I take no responsibility for any smells you may or may not encounter from this point forward.”

@logicalhealer | seriously what meme is that???

“Oh really? Whose idea was it then, to cook a whole pot of beans?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He was enclined to believe her though. Beans, she might cook for dinner, but with garlic? On the anniversary of their first date? He might be the better one with dates, but still, it was unlikely.

[oftheridge-a]

i want one X for each verse we have. can i have that or will that break you entirely ? kisses.

liSTEN TO ME OK THAT WOULD LITERALLY MURDER ME

[laidirnighean]

@logicalhealer replied to your post: / * ; *kicks out of the bed* up and at 'em kiddo !

icb. my kid is so difficult. can i return her pls.

it’s okay, it’s not like you were around much growing up anyways

[oddyssea-a]

Uh PSA that @logicalhealer is r00d and destroying my heart

[thegreatworkofmagic]

“ Are you upset with me? ”

it’s not so much him she is upset with than it is for allowing herself to be talked into chasing this ghost. exactly like mrs. graham had warned her about, and ironically, here she finds herself letting the ghost dictate her choices and walk out the path for her. the ghost being herpresumed-dead-now-alive husband.  claire tries to smile at roger, but fails and it resembles a stiff smile with a sad curve instead.    “     i shut the door on my past a long time ago …     ”  her shoulders heave in a long sigh and she recollects herself.    “     no, roger, you have been nothing short of helpful, but maybe this is all too much.     ”

"I know. I’m sorry. I should have called. I'll just check myself into the nearest hotel."

He said, already getting up from his seat. He felt responsible for this, after all, he had been the one who couldn't let go of the matter.  He had to find out what happened. Not to mention the fact that there was something going on between her and Brianna. He felt like he was only adding fuel to the flames here.

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[twelvetm]

is it too forward of me to send you my url?

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you ;; always accepting ;; @logicalhealer

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I personally have not watched outlander. but my mum is an avid fan and i have seen snippets of the show. i know the premise and i know enough to say that claire is very much the out-of-time, lost and forgotten who is snatched from her own time and torn between her old life and her new one that she built for herself. she is a strong character, who has to face very historic misogyny and skepticism at best from her male counterparts who she completely outweighs them How they play them: from what i see, you approach claire with this amazing astute knowledge of her. you seem to understand her so well && know every motivation behind her actions. you’re very knowledgable about the human condition and what makes people tick. that’s a rare gift. treasure itThe Mun: i haven’t spoken to you ooc but you seem to be a lovely person to talk to and plot with

Do I:

RP with them: sadly notWant to RP with them:  of course

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

i always recommend historic muses, but i will recommend this blog through and through if you really want to see what a person with semi-modern values (she’s from the forties right?) stuck in a time period where women had to literally fight to be heard in some capacity and even then it wasn’t guaranteed. you’re a talented writer and an amazing muse to have on the dash.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[vlamkoningin]

@logicalhealer based off a meme

“You mustn’t tell ANYONE!”  Neeltje immediately hissed.  “If you do — I AM RUINED!”

It was true — Neeltje was bloody.  Her hands were covered, and she had spent a few moments trailing away from the dead, British man, who had attacked her.  On top of that, the bottom of her skirt looked charred.  Something told her that Claire would notice that next.  “You cannot — I was attacked.  I defended myself.  Now I must wash —“  Her voice shook as she spoke.  “And you cannot tell a SOUL!  Do you understand me?!”

[ofbrochtuarach]

‘ oh, did i do that? silly me. ’

@logicalhealer | a meme somewhere

Jamie attempts a glare, but his wife’s total un-apologeticness is somehow endearing and he sighs. He should have known he’d never win their argument on honey - it is afterall valuable in trade with the Natives at Snaketown - but really, did she have to trade all of it?

“Aye, ye did.” He looks around the table for something sweet to put in his porridge. “D���ye think ye’ll get some more before the winter?” he asks, hopeful.

[laidirnighean]

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it had been a clear-cut plan since the beginning. upon finding out that claire and jamie had perished in a fire, she had decided to return and warn them. repercussions be damned. they were her parents, and if she had a chance to save them, she would take it. and she had. she’d gone. with only the information claire had fed her in her questioning of jamie three years prior. which, upon arriving had seemed a little extreme. but brianna had made it to them eventually. she’d gone through things she’d never anticipated, yes, but she’d made it back to them. both jamie and claire and she’d warned them of a future that could now be avoided. she’d did what she had to as their daughter. and she supposed, that would have been enough. that should’ve been enough.

but as she lay here, fever still riding high after the birth of her son, she decided that it had not. it hadn’t been enough to simply save them. because she had so much more to do. she had such a long life ahead of her. and now it was being snatched away by the evils of this time period. 

feeling sweat begin to trickle down the left side of her cheek, she squeezed her mother’s hand and turned her hazed gaze in her direction. watching her silently as claire brushed her hair from sticking to her head and pressed down onto the cloth that was rested there. she couldn’t quite read her face, not right now. it kept blurring in and out of her peripheral vision. but her mother’s cheeks glistened and it hurt more than the heat coursing through her veins to see her cry. “i’m sorry,” she whispered, voice breaking from how dry her throat had grown, shaking her head and watching claire carefully. “that you must go through this a second time.” she squeezed once again. she didn’t need to bring up her sister’s name, but now that her son had been born, brianna could not imagine going through this once, let alone twice. so she had apologised. never had she wished to inflict such pain upon those with whom she had just reunited.

the silence between them grew for a few moments later before her son’s soft cry travelled through the thin walls of the cabin, and her eyes pricked. how desperately she craved to hold him. nurse away his tears and kiss the top of his head in silence promises of protection. “i didn’t get to name him, mama,” she chokes before licking her lips and feeling tears finally trip her cheeks. and she pulls herself away from her mother’s gaze. how unfair it had all been that she had suffered so much to get him here and she would not be allowed to reap the award. how had life been so cruel as to take her away from him when it had been such a struggle to get him here in the first place?

“when roger gets here,” she licks her lips and clears her throat, hand achily lifting to wipe at her face as the weight begins to take over her body, “you gotta make sure he looks after him. that he does everything in his power to care for him. but that they both stay with you and da,” she turns back to claire then, eyes growing heavy. “you promise you’re going to look after the two of them, you promise.” her hand squeezes claire’s again before bree leans herself closer into her mother’s body and lets the weight start to take over. 

“most importantly. don’t cry for me.” she looks up to her, brown eyes focused on blue, “never cry for me, mama.”

Send ╳ for my muse dying in your muse’s arms. || @logicalhealer

[starbuckskeptic-a]

       okay. SOMETHING’S GONE WRONG. really wrong. one minute, she’s in scotland investigating strange reports mulder believes might be linked to time travel, and the next, she’s getting dizzy, and when she wakes...oh something is most certainly not right. mulder’s gone, the stones look less worn...everything is just a little bit off. 

       if mulder was right, she’s going to KILL HIM. 

       when she finally makes it back into town, it only reinforces her beliefs that something strange has happened. the style of dress is very much not contemporary. could she really be in the past ? whatever remains, however improbable... everyone is staring at her, and if she truly is in the past, she can understand why. she needs to find her way back, fast. 

       she spots another woman who doesn’t look TOO BUSY and gently taps her on the shoulder. ❝ excuse me...i’m so sorry to bother you but um...do you know where i might be able to pick up some clothes ? ❞

               { @logicalhealer gets a starter from forever ago }

[telegion]

Is it your birthday?! If so , I take this occasion to celebrate your sheer awesomeness, and wish you a splendid day, and a good start to the upcoming week (:

 …  omg  …  you’re  right  …  it  is  the  beginning  of  the  week  .  wow  i  didn’t  eventually  realise  this  because  i  totally  start  my  weeks  on  mondays  …  but  gosh  .  that  just  makes  it  even  better  .  thank  you  soso  much  for  this  !!!  you  are  awesome  and  wonderful  ,  bless  your  heart  .  xox

[seesgood]

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