some more from 10 June (by Matthew Horwood)

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Cosmic Funnies
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Love Begins

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some more from 10 June (by Matthew Horwood)
shoutout to roleplayers that get easily stressed. shoutout to roleplayers that have to take lots of breaks to recharge. shoutout to roleplayers who can’t type super long replies regularly. shoutout to roleplayers with anxiety that have trouble interacting with new people. shoutout to roleplayers who have to push through jealous feelings when partners they adore rp with other people.
//ooc Hello hello I'm alive (although during my hiatus that was questionable) and I'll be trying to get to responding but bear with me, I have work and homework. I've missed you all.
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
“Doctor,” she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
He knew that he needed to get off, knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t. Nothing the Doctor seemed to do could get him to stop. “C-Clara-”
Wide eyed and afraid, she gawked at the man above her. She briefly wondered if he, like dogs, could smell fear because she was sure she reeked of it. Plans flicked through her head; she could cower into the ground and hoped he pitied her or she could make a move. Arching under him, she tried to force him off without using her hands, which her wrists were enclosed and immobile.
The Doctor shook and something inside of him broke when he saw the obvious fear in her eyes. Finally, his grip on her loosened. “Go. Go to your room. Please,” his voice broke at the last word.
Clara quickly scrambled to her feet. Shaking her head, she protested, “I’m not going to leave you like this. You need help.” Yes, she thought. He did need help. Something was very, very wrong and as the story went, she was to save him.
He tried to stand but his violent shaking brought him back down to his knees. “C-Clara, please.. I don’t want to-” his back arched and he laced his fingers through the metal grating. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hey,” she began quietly as if nearing a wounded animal. “Talk to me, what’s going on?” Arms outstretched slightly, her body disagreed with any movement as her muscles tensed. Leaning down next to him, still keeping some distance, she reached a hand out to pet his hair in comfort.
The Doctor jumped at her touch and tried to back away. “I-I don’t know, this hasn’t… it hasn’t happened before.”
“What are you feeling?” Her hand remained firmly in his grey curls, unwilling to let him back away, not tight enough to hurt but enough to get him focused on her.
Eventually he succumbed to the hand in his hair, and even leaned against it a bit. “I don’t know…. I hurt you,” he looked up at her with wide eyes. “I hurt you, you were scared.”
“Look at me,” she ordered. Her eyes bore into his, tears threatening to spill in her state of worry. “I’m fine, what I am really worried about right now is you. We should probably get you to the medical bay, maybe the TARDIS knows what’s going on.”
He shook his head again, not quite thinking clearly. “I hurt you, I can’t believe I-” The Doctor covered his face with his hands.
Grabbing his hands in hers, Clara pulled them from his face, fingers digging into his palms. "I'm okay, Doctor."
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
“Doctor,” she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
He knew that he needed to get off, knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t. Nothing the Doctor seemed to do could get him to stop. “C-Clara-”
Wide eyed and afraid, she gawked at the man above her. She briefly wondered if he, like dogs, could smell fear because she was sure she reeked of it. Plans flicked through her head; she could cower into the ground and hoped he pitied her or she could make a move. Arching under him, she tried to force him off without using her hands, which her wrists were enclosed and immobile.
The Doctor shook and something inside of him broke when he saw the obvious fear in her eyes. Finally, his grip on her loosened. “Go. Go to your room. Please,” his voice broke at the last word.
Clara quickly scrambled to her feet. Shaking her head, she protested, “I’m not going to leave you like this. You need help.” Yes, she thought. He did need help. Something was very, very wrong and as the story went, she was to save him.
He tried to stand but his violent shaking brought him back down to his knees. “C-Clara, please.. I don’t want to-” his back arched and he laced his fingers through the metal grating. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hey,” she began quietly as if nearing a wounded animal. “Talk to me, what’s going on?” Arms outstretched slightly, her body disagreed with any movement as her muscles tensed. Leaning down next to him, still keeping some distance, she reached a hand out to pet his hair in comfort.
The Doctor jumped at her touch and tried to back away. “I-I don’t know, this hasn’t… it hasn’t happened before.”
“What are you feeling?” Her hand remained firmly in his grey curls, unwilling to let him back away, not tight enough to hurt but enough to get him focused on her.
Eventually he succumbed to the hand in his hair, and even leaned against it a bit. “I don’t know…. I hurt you,” he looked up at her with wide eyes. “I hurt you, you were scared.”
"Look at me," she ordered. Her eyes bore into his, tears threatening to spill in her state of worry. "I'm fine, what I am really worried about right now is you. We should probably get you to the medical bay, maybe the TARDIS knows what's going on."
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
“Doctor,” she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
He knew that he needed to get off, knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t. Nothing the Doctor seemed to do could get him to stop. “C-Clara-”
Wide eyed and afraid, she gawked at the man above her. She briefly wondered if he, like dogs, could smell fear because she was sure she reeked of it. Plans flicked through her head; she could cower into the ground and hoped he pitied her or she could make a move. Arching under him, she tried to force him off without using her hands, which her wrists were enclosed and immobile.
The Doctor shook and something inside of him broke when he saw the obvious fear in her eyes. Finally, his grip on her loosened. “Go. Go to your room. Please,” his voice broke at the last word.
Clara quickly scrambled to her feet. Shaking her head, she protested, “I’m not going to leave you like this. You need help.” Yes, she thought. He did need help. Something was very, very wrong and as the story went, she was to save him.
He tried to stand but his violent shaking brought him back down to his knees. “C-Clara, please.. I don’t want to-” his back arched and he laced his fingers through the metal grating. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hey,” she began quietly as if nearing a wounded animal. “Talk to me, what’s going on?” Arms outstretched slightly, her body disagreed with any movement as her muscles tensed. Leaning down next to him, still keeping some distance, she reached a hand out to pet his hair in comfort.
The Doctor jumped at her touch and tried to back away. “I-I don’t know, this hasn’t… it hasn’t happened before.”
"What are you feeling?" Her hand remained firmly in his grey curls, unwilling to let him back away, not tight enough to hurt but enough to get him focused on her.
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
“Doctor,” she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
He knew that he needed to get off, knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t. Nothing the Doctor seemed to do could get him to stop. “C-Clara-”
Wide eyed and afraid, she gawked at the man above her. She briefly wondered if he, like dogs, could smell fear because she was sure she reeked of it. Plans flicked through her head; she could cower into the ground and hoped he pitied her or she could make a move. Arching under him, she tried to force him off without using her hands, which her wrists were enclosed and immobile.
The Doctor shook and something inside of him broke when he saw the obvious fear in her eyes. Finally, his grip on her loosened. “Go. Go to your room. Please,” his voice broke at the last word.
Clara quickly scrambled to her feet. Shaking her head, she protested, “I’m not going to leave you like this. You need help.” Yes, she thought. He did need help. Something was very, very wrong and as the story went, she was to save him.
He tried to stand but his violent shaking brought him back down to his knees. “C-Clara, please.. I don’t want to-” his back arched and he laced his fingers through the metal grating. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
"Hey," she began quietly as if nearing a wounded animal. "Talk to me, what's going on?" Arms outstretched slightly, her body disagreed with any movement as her muscles tensed. Leaning down next to him, still keeping some distance, she reached a hand out to pet his hair in comfort.
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
“Doctor,” she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
He knew that he needed to get off, knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t. Nothing the Doctor seemed to do could get him to stop. “C-Clara-”
Wide eyed and afraid, she gawked at the man above her. She briefly wondered if he, like dogs, could smell fear because she was sure she reeked of it. Plans flicked through her head; she could cower into the ground and hoped he pitied her or she could make a move. Arching under him, she tried to force him off without using her hands, which her wrists were enclosed and immobile.
The Doctor shook and something inside of him broke when he saw the obvious fear in her eyes. Finally, his grip on her loosened. “Go. Go to your room. Please,” his voice broke at the last word.
Clara quickly scrambled to her feet. Shaking her head, she protested, "I'm not going to leave you like this. You need help." Yes, she thought. He did need help. Something was very, very wrong and as the story went, she was to save him.
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
“Doctor,” she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
He knew that he needed to get off, knew that something was wrong, but he couldn’t. Nothing the Doctor seemed to do could get him to stop. “C-Clara-”
Wide eyed and afraid, she gawked at the man above her. She briefly wondered if he, like dogs, could smell fear because she was sure she reeked of it. Plans flicked through her head; she could cower into the ground and hoped he pitied her or she could make a move. Arching under him, she tried to force him off without using her hands, which her wrists were enclosed and immobile.
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
“What-” Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
Anger flashed across his eyes, but after a moment the Doctor realized how tightly he was holding onto her. An internal war ripped through him, along with a short growl.
"Doctor," she cried, chest heaving under him. Had it been under different circumstances, she would have made a comment about their close proximity but the rage that radiated off of him silenced her.
'rough touch'
25) Your muse pins mine onto the ground. "What-" Clara was cut off by all oxygen being forced out of her lungs as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she quickly realized she was pinned and unable to move.
//ooc Yes hello I'm alive and very slowly responding. I've missed you all//
Send me a "✵" if you would be heartbroken if I deleted my account
Considering she had not known Hardy for long, the genuine concern he seemed to have felt alien to her. Most likely due to having gotten off on the wrong foot, but nonetheless Clara would accept his comfort.
Nodding at his offer for water, she leaned her head onto his shoulder even though it prevented him from moving. She sniffed and shook with anxiety, spinning her wedding band around her finger in habit. Whenever she found herself angered the ring took the brunt of force as distraction. The case itself wouldn’t urge her to seek such remedies to refocus her troubled mind. The memories it brought up, however. Clara straightened her back and cleared her throat. It ached when she spoke, “Water would be lovely, thank you.”
Hardy nodded and didn’t think much of how she wished to have water but practically fell onto his side. He continued to stay there and comfort her, understanding this could all be hard for her. He knew something triggered this reaction. Soon enough, he was moving from her and walked to the back of the car to grab a water bottle for her. He walked back, kneeled down and handed it to her. “Here.’
"Thanks," she mumbled, wiping at her cheeks. Quickly, she screwed the cap off and brought the bottle to her lips, sipping the water. Her shoulders slumped as she welcomed the cold liquid sooth her throat. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she muttered, eyes diverted from his in embarrassment.
“Some kind of ship, yeah,” she muttered, searching the streets with her eyes for any sign of The Doctor. Turning quickly to face the young woman, hair flying over one shoulder dramatically, she squinted her eyes. “You pickpocket, so you pay close attention to your surroundings. Have you by chance seen a tall, grey man. Kind of an owl, stick insect cross?”
Willa snorted, covering a laugh. “No, but if I do, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” She tilted her head slightly, blonde hair splitting before and behind her shoulder.
"Thank you," she responded, exasperated. "He's really quite important. But, uh, don't tell him I said that because heaven knows his ego is already too large." The corner of her mouth hitched up upon hearing the girl try to cover her laugh, but quickly looked away to scan her surroundings once again.
“Look,” she began, removing her hands from the console. “You and The Doctor are going to be just fine. Maybe even more than fine. Fantastic.” It was the complete truth; she and The Doctor were closer than ever and while they hadn’t been as physical as before his regeneration, there was no doubt their emotional bond surpassed any connection she had ever had. The subtle touches and gentle caresses he indulged her in became more common and he frequently let her cuddle up to him in the library. A knock on the door shattered her reverie and Clara sent a spooked glance to herself, confusion written over her features. Silence fell heavily over the duo as the banging ceased. “We should probably-” she began, trailing off and leaving the question suspended in air.
Turning to face herself, she stayed focused not wanting to miss anything out. “We’re definitely okay? I like the sound of us being fantastic, kind of need him around.” Clara said, having no clue why she felt the need to, especially with it being an older version of her self she was talking to. She would already know how she felt and how much she needed him in her life to be able to function sometimes, that’s how it felt, anyway. Hearing a knock on the door, her eyes turned wide with fear as she glanced at it and back to herself. That wasn’t supposed to happen, no one even registered that the box was there. “I don’t think we should. I mean, no one should even notice her.” Clara answered for herself, looking back at the door with wide eyes, fear settling in as the knocking stopped.
Fingers tapping a non-existent table, suspended still in air, she bit her lip and thought. Brows furrowed, she turned from herself to glance at the door. "Okay," she exhaled rapidly. "If it's The Doctor, he'd announce himself. And the old girl would let him in, yeah?" The last question was to the ship, herself, a gentle hum and rumble from the machine was the response. Not knowing what to do, she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. "Now what?"
A/B/O starters (send one for my muse’s reaction)
1- : “Why are you resisting your nature?” 2- : “I can smell it! You’re in heat.” 3- : “I can’t wait to see your/my belly swell with our perfect babies.” 4- : “Fuck! I can feel it/them moving in there.” 5- : “You’re feverish, so stop being stubborn and go lay in the nest.” 6- : “Are those suppressant pills!?” 7- : “Put the glass down. You are pregnant with my kids and I’m not going to let you self-destruct because you can’t cope with _______ ” (ex: your nature) 8- : “Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine. And solely mine.” 9- : “Come, I’ll give you a bath to wash the dry slick away.” 10- : “What does my omega want for breakfast/lunch/dinner?” 11- : “You, the alpha, are cooking for me?” 12- : “Why do I even bother when all you do is use your pheromones to push me into rut?” 13- : “I don’t want you to knot me.” 14- : “We are bonded but not married, and your parents are old fashioned. If they find out…” 15- : “Fucking knot me already!” 16- : “I-I can’t stay when you’re… like this…” (heat) 17- : “Your smell is… intoxicating. If I stay I’m going to knot you.” 18- : “If you don’t want me to breed you, lock yourself in your bedroom. I’m taking the couch.” 19- : “Resisting your/my nature is only going to make it worse.” 20- : “Fuck! You stink of beta pheromones. You could have gone more subtle.” 21- : [ Public place ] “Stay calm. I might have just started my heat.” 22- : “Your cycle is fucked up because of all those suppressants you took.” 23- : “You’re too weak to make a nest.” 24- : “I can’t understand you alphas and omegas, smelling each other like you were meat.” 25- : “Do you really think all omegas want to be fucked by you? Sorry to break it to you, but you can fuck off.” 26- : “You don’t smell it? I’m surrounding myself with betas from now on.” 27- : “You know, I always kind of envied omegas.” 28- : “I-I want… N-no need… I… fuck… I-I’m confused.” 29- : “Your bloodline is not pure. I can’t be bonded to you.” 30- : “Alphas/omegas like you are a disgrace to your nature.” 31-: “I thought you were on suppressants?” 32-: “I don’t know why people don’t like betas. I think you’re amazing.” 33-: “Do you think I’m/you’re pregnant yet?” 34-: “You can’t help me, as much as I want you to.” 35-: “I’m bonded to someone.” 36-: “I wish you could claim me.” 37-: “Can you fuck me and not claim me?” 38-: “I don’t need you. I can do this alone.” 39-: “I’ve gone a long time without an alpha.” 40-: “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked an omega.” 41-: “I need you to claim me as your omega.” 42-: “I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you.“ 43-: “I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.” 44-: “You want me to claim you, don’t you?” 45-: “Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.” 46-: “I’m afraid of being claimed by an alpha.” 47-: “I don’t want to be claimed by anyone but you.” 48-: “I didn’t know I was an omega until I went into heat around you.” 49-: “Please, tie me down so I don’t do anything I’ll regret while I’m in heat.” 50-: “I don’t care if you’re also an alpha, I want to claim you.” 51-: “I’m the Alpha, you’re the Omega, I give the orders and you follow them.” 52-: “You’re my Omega, and mine alone.” 53-: “As an Alpha, I have the right to claim you, the Omega, and you know that, don’t you?” 54-: “I gotta say, you have a really, really strong scent, even for an Omega.” 55-: “Are you in heat or something? I didn’t even know you were an Omega…” 56-: “Sorry, it was just a question, didn’t mean to upset you!” 57-: “Dude, calm the fuck down. Are all Omegas this easily scared?” 58-: “Woah, so you can get pregnant by an Alpha, even though you’re like, a dude?” 59-: “Y'know, I am an Alpha, I could help you with your heat, if you want me too…” 60-: “Be a good Omega and bend over.” 61-: “You know as an Alpha I can smell that you’re ____, so you might as well tell me what wrong with you.” 62-: “A group of alphas tried to follow me home today.” 63-: “Y'know, nobody is going to know I’m your omega if you don’t mark me as yours.” 64-: “The suppressants haven’t kicked in yet.” 65-: “Do you really think this thing will keep other alphas off of me?” (ex. a collar) 66-: “Can a body grow immune to suppressants?” 67-: “You know, part of me dreads the idea that any child I bare may be an omega and have to grow up in this world while being seen as nothing more than a couple of holes to fuck.” 68-: “Everything is so fucking hot. Why can’t alphas go into heat instead of omegas?” 69-: “Just because of what I am doesn’t mean I’ll submit to just any alpha” 70-: “I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.” 71-: “I’d kill to be a beta right now.” 72-: “I don’t want an alpha.” 73-: “I don’t want an omega.” 74-: “Do you see me at all? Or am I just a couple of holes to fuck?” 75-: “If you didn’t want me, why did you bring me here?”