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                   ʙᴀʟʟᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴍʙs: a whouffle au fanfiction, CHAPTER TWO

                                         ❝   the lambs were screaming  ❞

                     clara oswald is an under appreciated journalist. doctor john smith is a                       renowned  doctor,  but is currently being over shadowed by his wife’s                       breakthrough  as a  serial killer.  as  these two people come together                       they  find   that  covers  are  never  what  they  seem  and  that  their                       downfalls come in the form of each other. 

                                    rated m for graphic content and adult situations.

                                                            chapter one.

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ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ﹐

      now, i have only reached a small, but important milestone. in only 3 days, i have somehow reached 100 followers. so this is to show my love in just one, small promo. i haven’t had much of a chance to rp with some of these wonderful people, but i look forward to. but most of you, i stalk anyway. so if you see yourself here, you’re basically awesome.

scarredbyxhellfire scarletiisms tzaled jiiimothy interfiicio mrsknope coinquinatus constantquibbling xmadman hunterofpie qxill asskicker-grimes bellezarubia stillcas lunariis notwrath coccinoregina likefifteenlayersofirony drippingredledgers xgamora legaliity karaiism

& if i forgot you, i’m so sorry. i love you. have my babies.

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                                       ❝ Now, SHUT UP and give me some planets! ❞

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                               ʙᴀʟʟᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴀᴍʙs: a whouffle au fanfiction.

                                         ❝   the lambs were screaming  ❞

                     clara oswald is an under appreciated journalist. doctor john smith is a                      renowned  doctor,  but is currently being over shadowed by his wife’s                      breakthrough  as a  serial killer.  as  these two people come together                      they  find   that  covers  are  never  what  they  seem  and  that  their                      downfalls come in the form of each other. 

                                    rated m for graphic content and adult situations.

[xmadman]

ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀᴇ *;

❛ You’re just jealous ‘cause your souffle is burnt ❜                    (she totally didnt swap their souffles)

              ❝ my souffle isn't burnt - it's perfect. mine are always better than your- ... ❞

                        he's then quiet as he goes to peer at the souffles, ultimately                         finding  bitter silence  when  he  sees  that  his  souffle  has                         deflated  &  begun  to  smoke,  while  hers  is puffy  &  light.

[xmadman]

ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ *;

                                       ———-       ╳   ♟☢   ╳       ———-

                                                                              ❝ quite. but not completely.                                                                                   why, doctor? why is it?                                                                                   q̈üïẗë is not a word you use                                                                                   when you’re really comfortable. ❞

               there's a sigh at the other's words, yet lips stay curved in a complex smile.

                       ❝ fine,   let's   redo  that statement.  perfectly  comfortable  is how                           i feel living in my TARDIS that i've lived in for over two thousand                           years.         loneliness isn't really a problem when you can hold                           proper         conversations          with             your         spaceship.❞

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ᴍɪssʏ *;

"Where’s the fun in that, dearie?"

             ❝ for you? there isn't any. but who really cares for fun anymore, anyway? ❞

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            i saw the BIRTH of the universe and watched as time ran out,             moment by moment, until nothing remained. no time, no space           ………………………………………….                                                                                        just me

[xmadman]

Can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships? I’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)

[xmadman]

ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀʀᴀ *;

because she’s clara oswald, she always knows. she always knows when it comes to sentiment. she always knows when it comes to little things. she always knows when it comes to him. so, she definitely knows when it comes to little things he is sentimental about. he needn’t even admit it so openly. accostumed  to ( as well as loving of ) his childish mannerisms as she is, she knows this is important &  can’t help the way the chocolate in her eyes immediately melts, warmth then dripped to the curve of her smile. still, there’s a bitter flavour lingering at the tip of her tongue. curiosity ( not at all unusual ), tainted with a tiny bit of jealousy ( alarming & corrosive). she wishes to ask why he is so very fond of that hat ( or stricly to the point, because of whom ) to the point where it burns her tongue, but a pinch of awareness that it was none of her business ( & that he was giving it to her anyway ) ends the recipe of that cherished gesture of his on a sweet note.  ❛  will do. only the best of adventures for your, my  —— hat thingy. promise. now, less chat & more adventure ❜

                      watching her is always the most interesting part of his day.   the  way her                       lips move into that smile, the seamless transition in thought on her face                       - he can see each twitch of a muscle & each little glint in her eye.  yet, in                       the    end,     it    all    confuses     him    more    than     he'd    like    it    to.

                       there's a reason he's given her his hat; he wants her to know he cares.

                       his own transition begins to occur,  his goofy smile slowly lowering  into                        something kind & reminiscent of fascination. of course, in a time where                        things  could be explained, they jump to adventure  instead. he turns on                        his heel toward the console  &  begins to flick his fingers over switches                        &  press at buttons.  all of his movements always seeming random but                        having perfect coordination.   the dance between himself & the console                        is one only he knows.  his  hand  then  hovers  over  the  lever for a brief                        second before he goes  to peer at her.  his lips quirk into a smile as he                        steps away from it.

                                     ❝ the honours are all yours today - only because you're                                                              wearing the stetson of course. ❞

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Clara Oswald in series eight episode six, “The Caretaker”

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I was born to save the Doctor and the Doctor is safe now.  I’m the impossible girl and my story is done.

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You’re not special. You’re not a beautiful or unique snowflake; you’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via beniaminusvestitor)

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