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Moved
( ooc ): So yeah, I’ve decided instead of taking a hiatus, I’m moving blogs to a closed ( or exclusive?? ) blog. I’m sorry to everyone that I’ve been writing with and that I’ve dropped all our threads. You can find my blog here and the people I’ll continue to write with are posted under the read more. You can always shoot me or Theta and ask on the other blog but I won’t being doing threads except with people o the list. Sorry all.
Keep reading
Moved
( ooc ): So yeah, I’ve decided instead of taking a hiatus, I’m moving blogs to a closed ( or exclusive?? ) blog. I’m sorry to everyone that I’ve been writing with and that I’ve dropped all our threads. You can find my blog here and the people I’ll continue to write with are posted under the read more. You can always shoot me or Theta and ask on the other blog but I won’t being doing threads except with people o the list. Sorry all.
Keep reading
Moved
( ooc ): So yeah, I’ve decided instead of taking a hiatus, I’m moving blogs to a closed ( or exclusive?? ) blog. I’m sorry to everyone that I’ve been writing with and that I’ve dropped all our threads. You can find my blog here and the people I’ll continue to write with are posted under the read more. You can always shoot me or Theta and ask on the other blog but I won’t being doing threads except with people o the list. Sorry all.
Keep reading
Moved
( ooc ): So yeah, I’ve decided instead of taking a hiatus, I’m moving blogs to a closed ( or exclusive?? ) blog. I’m sorry to everyone that I’ve been writing with and that I’ve dropped all our threads. You can find my blog here and the people I’ll continue to write with are posted under the read more. You can always shoot me or Theta and ask on the other blog but I won’t being doing threads except with people o the list. Sorry all.
Keep reading
Moved
( ooc ): So yeah, I’ve decided instead of taking a hiatus, I’m moving blogs to a closed ( or exclusive?? ) blog. I’m sorry to everyone that I’ve been writing with and that I’ve dropped all our threads. You can find my blog here and the people I’ll continue to write with are posted under the read more. You can always shoot me or Theta and ask on the other blog but I won’t being doing threads except with people o the list. Sorry all.
Hiatus Announcement
( ooc ): I should have made this earlier to explain why I haven’t been online much lately.
I’m sorry but I’m taking a hiatus due to a number of personal issues in my life. It’s going to take me a while to get on top of things again and I won’t have the time or mental capacity to be on here for the time being. It could be a few days to a few weeks before I’m able to come back. I’m sorry, but I’m on Skype ( daftoldwarrior ), at times, if any mutuals wants to chat.
Streets full of water. Please advise.
Drabble Meme | @fxcedtheraven
It was raining, no pouring. The rain was like a layer of water, obscuring the view before everyone who dared to go out in it. Theta found himself stuck in the downpour, trying to remember where he had placed the TARDIS. He parked it just at the outskirts of London, where the green of the countryside merged in with the concrete grey of the city. A perfect place to be stuck in the rain.
Clara was out on a fieldtrip with her class, and unfortunately got caught in the sudden storm. English weather in March, she should have known better. Though, now his clothes were stuck to him skin, his hair drenched and matted to the top of his head. No more bouncing curls. Not that it mattered too much but it was a slight additional annoyance when he realised that he couldn’t brush his hands through his hair in exasperation.
What a way to spend a Saturday. Yet he promised Clara that he’d come. Answering her frantic phone call to pick her and the students up. Though now he didn’t see the point, her and all the little student were probably either all huddled under a tree or in a shop, while he stood out in the rain, like an idiot, looking for them.
Then he spotted her, waving from a shop window, before another sheet of rain blocked his view, but he knew the general direction. The street wasn’t in the best shape, the footpath cracked and the road suddenly transformed into a river of water and dirt swept up from the street. Humans and their filth. It was this time when Theta was starting to get jealous of Henry, sitting at home, maybe in the TARDIS by the fire, probably eating cereal or something. Theta really wanted some tea now, maybe coffee.
Then, for a moment, the rain seemed to ease off, just enough so he could see Clara again waving at him. He rolled his eyes before hopping off the footpath in to the newly formed river. The water quickly filled his shoes, slowing down his walk as he marched over towards Clara. Quickly taking advantage of the brief break of rain, Theta looked back and spotted his TARDIS down along the street, parked in someone’s garden. That explained why he had to hop over a wall.
Clara was still waving and pointing at the TARDIS when he looked back. All Theta did was give her a thumbs up and continue on. He just wanted to get this over with and was almost on the other side of the road when the rain picked up again. Luckily, he was close enough to still be able to see Clara and her students.
Some he had for science, other he just saw walking about the corridors. He wondered what they must be thinking, seeing another teacher come and rescue them, from a little bit of water. They should count themselves lucky that they’re not on Venus, where it rains sulfuric acid.
They were all waving for some reason. Confused, Theta gave them a small wave back, wondering what on Earth was making them so frantic. Then he eyes drifted back to Clara, hoping to find out why her student had suddenly turned crazier than usual, when he noticed that she too way waving. No wait, pointing. Pointing at his feet. Yes, he could clearly see that there was a river running around him, why was she so insistent on pointing at the- suddenly the ground fell beneath him and he flopped face first into the water.
Rising back up, spluttering out dirty street water, Theta looked the the crowd only to see them all laughing from the other side of the glass. Cursing about potholes and the weather, Theta quickly marched over towards the shop and swung the door open, furiously against the wind.
Some shy children stopped laughing but couldn’t take their eyes off their soaked science teacher while other cackled mercilessly and made comments about how he looked like a drenched owl. This was how they treat a man for trying to help them? Theta glared at the class, hoping to silence them with no effect before giving up and turning his glare to Clara who just smiled and approached him saying,
“You know, you’re going to have to go back out the to there TARDIS now..”
@daftoldwarrior SERIOUSLY.
( ooc ): I totally wasn't the anon okay??
@daftoldwarrior
“Have you heard of the band 1023MB?”
“They haven’t got a gig yet.”
“Say another pun. Go on.”
“I’m sure you’ll love telling them on the surface of Mars.”
@fxcedtheraven | x
“We should try these marijuana tablets. The students said they’re the latest thing!”
me: what if *plots fluff*
@daftoldwarrior: *says something terrible and heartbreaking*
me: how dare you.
me: I love it.
She doesn’t push him, doesn’t try to force him to talk. Merely sits near him to make herself smaller, something more easy to talk to when they weren’t hovering above.
The word war seeping into her skin, she hadn’t seen war not in the same way everyone else had, but she knew about impossible decisions. She looks at him, just waiting, letting him chose what to tell her and when.
“A war I started. I didn’t want to. I just didn’t think of the repercussions. Then, I was forced to fight. I lost everything during that war, even myself. Theta wasn’t always the name that I went by, but I lost so much of myself there that I could never do back to my old name.”
“Look, there are memories I have I wish I could burn from my mind. But they do make me, me. We all have demons Theta. It doesn’t have to be me, though I can probably understand more than I care to admit, but it needs to be someone.”
Theta sat down, hands trying to brush the sadness from his eyes until he gave up with a sigh. Funnily enough, he believed her. Not an easy task for him, but where would he start? It’s not as if he had experience in telling people about his past. At least not with his recent past.
“There was a war..”
LET’S TRY SOMETHING A TAD DIFFERENT. Send me one of the following six word stories and I’ll write a drabble ( of your character & mine ) based on the prompt:
He fell for her. Twelve stories.
Six hours to live. Traffic jam.
Hand mistaken for gun killed him.
Motto: “Carpe Diem”. Also last words.
I tied the knot. She suffocated.
Finally, the water covered his mouth.
Genius born is a genius lost.
Bullet finalized the traitor’s document exchange.
His letters have (reluctantly) stopped coming.
Patient screams. Morphine can’t numb death.
Boy met girl. Girl met bus.
Optimist drowns in half full bathtub.
His last words were “I’m innocent.”
Uniforms ring the doorbell. God, no.
Leaders lie. Sons die. Mothers cry.
Love triangle. You get the point.
Chapter One: Coughin’. Chapter Two: Coffin.
Loved a broad, she moved abroad.
Found the bouquet in the garbage.
Told her. Lost her. Honesty’s overrated.
‘Fine.’ A lie defining her life.
Born a twin; Graduated only child.
He bottle-feeds his wife’s killer.
Cigarette ashes, gave way to his.
They awaited sunrise. It never came.
He read his obituary with confusion.
And a funeral followed their honeymoon.
It’s behind you! Hurry before it
My nemesis is dead. Now what?
See that shadow? It’s not yours.
Streets full of water. Please advise.
Bad brakes discovered at high speed.
Served the pie, watched him die.
It cost too much, staying human.
Found true love. Married someone else.
“That is all well and good, but what good is having a life if you have no one to share it with? It doesn’t have to be me, but it should be someone.”
He looked at this funny woman, a person who he should call a friend by now but was too afraid of the commitment behind that word. Yet, as difficult as he was, she cared, and that's what confused him the most.
"Bright S- Wendy, there are part of my life that you don't want to know about."
“You think that everyone is an open book. That when you ask something about us that we’ll just flip to the right page and tell you. Well, we’re not, and sometimes-”
“Sometimes, we keep some chapters to ourselves.”
