a very dangerous woman

knock       knock         knocking                       [on heaven's death's door]                           knock                                 knock [indie warehouse 13 rp blog] [claire donovan] [please read rules and about before rping] [fc: azita ghanizada] [young fc: ariel gade]

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[summerofspock]

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[johnnystorm]

the dragon’s love

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More about the Mun.

[knockknockingondeathsdoor-blog]

Bold what’s true about you

I am under 18. I am a cuddler. I am a morning person. I am an only child. I am currently in my “pajamas”. I am currently pregnant. I am left handed. l am right handed. I am ambidextrous. I am a little shy around the opposite sex. I bite my nails. I can be paranoid at times. I enjoy folk music. I enjoy smoothies. I enjoy talking on the phone. I have a car. I have/had a hard time paying attention at school. I have a hidden talent. I have a pet. I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl. I have all my grandparents. I have been to another country. I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. I have or had broken a bone. I have caller I.D. on my phone.  I have bathed someone.  I have changed a diaper. I have changed a lot over the past year. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have had major/minor surgery. I have killed another person. I have had my hair cut within the last week. I have mood swings. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. I have rejected someone before. I like the taste of blood. I like Michael Jackson. I love sleeping. I love to shop. I own 100 CDs or more. I own and use a library card.  I read books for pleasure in my spare time. I sleep a lot during the day. I watch soap operas on a regular basis. I work at a job that I enjoy. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. I am wearing socks. I am tired. I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt. I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month.

I have/had: Finished college. Smoked cigarettes. Ridden every ride at an amusement park. Collected something really stupid. Gone to a concert. Helped someone. Spun turn tables. Watched four movies in one night. Been broken up with. Taken a college level course. Been in a car accident. Been in a tornado.  Watched someone die. Been to a funeral. Burned yourself. Ran a marathon. Your parents got divorced. Cried yourself to sleep. Spent over $200 in one day.  Cheated on someone.  Been cheated on. Written a 10 page letter.  Had a best friend. Lost someone you loved. Skipped school. Gotten in trouble for something you didn’t do. Stolen books from the library. Been in a mental hospital. Fired a gun.  Been in a school play.  Been fired from a job. Taken a lie detector test. Swum with dolphins. Attempted suicide. Written poetry.  Read more than 20 books a year. Gone to Europe.  Loved someone you couldn’t have. Used a coloring book over age 12. Had surgery. Had stitches. Taken a taxi. Had more than 5 online conversations going at once. Had a hamster. Dyed your hair. Had something pierced. Gotten straight A’s. Been handcuffed. 

My hair is naturally the colour: Light brown Medium brown Dark brown Blonde Black Dirty blond Strawberry blond Multicoloured Red

My eyes are: Brown Dark Brown Blue Green Hazel Light brown Black Gray

People sometimes label me as: Slut Boyish Colorful Ugly Nerd Other

Some of my biggest fears are: Spiders/other insects Slimy things Dying Doctor/Dentist appointments Hospitals  Disease Being alone in the dark Heights. Oceans/large bodies of water Large animals Small animals  Open spaces Lightning Thunder Tornadoes Clustered holes Bodily fluids [Seeing someone bleed in a hospital setting] Corpses

I have: A friend with benefits A laptop in my room A television in my room Good grades  My own car  Parents who are still married A dog A cat A game console 

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Ok I’m probably going to regret this but here goes it. If I make a group au thing [ like I don’t have enough already ] based off of the first book of the hunger series.

Basically it’ll be a hunger games with all of our characters. So if you reblog this, you will be entered for the ‘hunger games’ 23 tributes will be picked so this post’ll need at least 23 notes for this to be a thing.

Also I’m going to need someone to be the ‘game maker’ since Amy’s not the type of character to want that position nor do I really know what to do for it so anyone who wants their character to have total power over the actual hunger games (since I’ll still be in charge of the verse) let me know.

 I’ll be picking 23 tributes from a random number generator but those who do not get chosen may be chosen as mentors, donors or they can have nothing to do with the verse if they wish. I’ll be making more official things probably tomorrow but to be in the drawing reblog this.

REBLOG ONCE

I can’t stress that enough. Like don’t make things hard for me plz or I will eat your children. So just reblog once to enter and I’ll try to take care of everything later [cries]

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+emilyhlake

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      She listened to the woman’s description and could only think of Claudia; she hadn’t met a lot of people yet. 

Emily had moved in with Myka barely a few weeks ago and she was still learning about Univille and its people and wondering why the residents gave her looks every time she mentioned Agent Bering. What had Myka done so wrong that people sneered at her name?

She was grateful the town was small, because while getting lost was still possible, it was unlikely There was one main street and most stores were there; the B&B wasn’t too far away. She could get used to this life.

"Well, I haven’t been here for too long, but there’s only one redhead I know that fits the description. Is your last name Donovan, by any chance?"

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   A small thrill went through Claire - yes, yes, yes. She almost couldn't believe her luck. Though, she supposed, it wasn't exactly luck. More of a combination of her skill in hacking and research and the benefits of such a small town. In a place like this, everyone knew everyone. Regardless, she was glad to have found someone who knew Claudia.

     Glad was not an emotion usually attributed to Claire Donovan. This was good. Things could change. She could change. This could be a turning point for her, a return to a place she hadn't found herself in since she was eight years old, a place where smiles were common and life was worth something.

        She opened her mouth to reply yes, and then hesitated - if this woman was more than she seemed, she might have reason or resources to look her up, and the name Alexis Donovan wouldn't come up with anything. She had several names she'd crafted entire identities around, complete with false documentation. She'd already committed to Alexis.

             "Cambridge, actually," she replied. "Donovan's my maiden name. Are you a friend of Claudia's, then?"

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   She glanced up, eyes narrowing - she utterly despises being interrupted in mid-prayer. It’s far more unacceptable when she’s actually in a church, but nevertheless - typically, when a woman on a bench has her head down and her eyes close, it is only polite not to disturb her.

             ”Basic etiquette, darling.”

[vagabondsatanschild]

He inclines his head deeper. Her words hold truth; a truth that fathers an uncomfortable itch underneath his skin. It has been decades since Armand has prayed, but he still respects those who do so— those who can.

So he sits, a decent ways away from her— he has no wish to tread any further into her area than he already has and clasps his hands together. This, perhaps, is the ultimate blasphemy. A dread creature of the night such as him… praying?

Armand’s eyes flicker up to the sky, and he grimaces despite himself.

                                                                                                         Pitiful.                                                                                                          Blasphemous.                                                                                                           Damning.

But he is not praying; his hands are clasped together more out of habit. Armands thoughts certainly are directed heavenward, though, and his pinched brow speaks of the downward spiral of his mind. There is naught good to come of this.

He speaks no words to her as he thinks, though his eyes do dart back to her in a mixture of faint curiosity and bitter jealously. Perhaps, before, there’d been the briefest flicker of a thought to flit her away, choose her as his newest damnation that only ever served to drag him further into the service of Hell, but now… no.

And even as he sits there, a multitude of desperate questions and thoughts and wishes and pleas tumble into his mind. Only one makes it past, to be spoken into the night air and to pass almost unheard because of how quietly Armand speaks.

“It has been… very long since I saw someone praying so sincerely.”

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      Claire looked down, her hands in her lap. Sincere was not usually a word applied to her, and she made quite the effort to keep it that way. But when it came to religion, to God...

            That was different.

        She could never be a priest, any sort of a woman of religion - she lacked the moral integrity, the honor, the genuine goodness, and above all, the ability to see the best in people. After all, was it not the duty of one so close to God to see the light in everyone, and to hold that same light within themselves? 

    If Claire had anything akin to that light, it was dim and buried far below the surface.

               She tucked her hair behind her ear. It was moments like these that a part of her despised how purely analytical she was, how well versed in human behavior, because her mind immediately informed her that it's a strategy, pushing her hair back, a distraction, a means to buy oneself a few more seconds.

             Everyone always talked about finding themselves, knowing themselves, wishing they knew themselves better, all that sort of thing. Claire would give anything to not know herself as well as she did.

      "I won't preach to you, love," she replied. "They have priests for that, and I would never profess to be anything of the sort."

                               She threaded her fingers together in her lap. 

      "Suffice it to say that maintaining my relationship with God is quite important to me."

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WELCOME TO HOGWARTS

ABOUT

Witches and Wizards, Purebloods and Mud..ggleborns welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the most prestigious school of magic in Great Britain. Our teachers and staff strive for excellence and expect the best from our students.

A school of magic is a place to nurture the minds of young wizarding children. The houses, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, are your families, full of allies for the future who will help you reach your goals and whom you may help in return.

The school will do all it can to provide a safe learning environment for all of it’s students, without prejudice against race, religion, house, or blood status. Parents please note that all students are asked to follow the rules at risk of expulsion and punishment.

RULES

First step is the application. There’s not really a requirement for being active. Please know that angels and demons will not exist in this verse. Only the typical Harry Potter canon species.

I don’t have a problem with people wanting to be werewolves or vampires, but I would appreciate it if it was avoided for the most part so that we aren’t all werewolves! BUT I’M NOT SAYING YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!

Anyone can apply— no matter if you’re a fandom or an OC blog.

If you don’t understand anything please please please don’t feel like you can’t come and ask!

Feel free to suggest what houses you want, though I may decide to sort people myself so that there’s some diversity of character. This also applies to blood status.

Track the verse tag: spellsandstudentsau

Application for Students

Application for Professors

Applications for Other Characters

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warehouse 13 + bering and wells

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ah yes september can you smell the fall tv shows in the air

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#imagine the most angsty otp you have #and multiply it by 500 #that’s dramione

hmm okay well let’s take a look at madi’s otps

ten years of unresolved feelings, never canon because a) air force regulations don’t allow it because he’s her superior officer and b) they’re both stubborn little shits with walls who won’t acknowledge their feelings for each other despite hand holding, kissing while under the influence of alien shit, alternate universe versions of them who are engaged, and both of them being suspected of being aliens in disguise because they didn’t pass lie detector tests because they wouldn’t admit their feelings for each other (mostly b. and yes, ten years. twelve if you include the movies.)

he confesses his love for her after three years as she lies dying on the ground after being shot, after which she tells him she doesn’t remember anything from her shooting but she actually does and then he finds out and asdfghjk;ldf

she gets trapped in an alternate universe after which he pretty much goes full on suicidal and literally would not have survived without her were it not for a sassy redhead and a badass doctor chick no one gives enough credit

she watches her die. after which, when resident redhead hacker points out that this person is dead, she responds with “I know, I watched her die! But every day people die. Sometimes it’s people we care about and sometimes it’s even people that we love.” enough said.

he goes from referring to her as an abomination to tenderly wrapping her wounds and giving her puppy love eyes. she calls him by the name of an angel who taught a guy that his life meant something and that the world was better off with him in it than without. once again, enough said.

they’re both in a plane crash. she dies as he is telling her exactly why she is not going to die (ex. because they can get married, because they’re going to have three kids, because they’re meant to be). he appears to be fine until after she has died, at which point he falls into critical condition. he dies in the hospital not long after.

he finally confesses that he loves her and that he believes in her (the second of which is FAR more important, because no one has ever really believed in her in her life). she is shot and dies in his arms less than thirty seconds later.

so you were saying

[huntersxnephilim]

…madi why would you do this to yourself

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it was a mistake

a lot of mistakes actually

um hang on

stargate castle doctor who warehouse 13 supernatural grey's anatomy lost

yeah seven mistakes 

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okay guys psa

i love claire's lighter side because when it comes down to it, in the grand scheme of things, she is innocent - she did not do anything, things were done to her

the death of her parents wasn't her fault, and her darkness isn't her fault either, really, it's the artifact

so i love playing with her softer side

but you need to understand

i really, really love playing with her dark side

i want to be able to show the danger and the darkness that claire has

i want to show what she's capable of

i want her put in a position where she has to torture someone to get what she needs

because she'd do it

she'd do it with a smile

[huntersxnephilim]

knockknockingondeathsdoor replied to your video

dude i don’t even ship them except in avpm but ow

bby, shipping dramione was the worst choice of my life

DON’T SHIP IT

SHIP IT AND YOU DIE

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#imagine the post angsty otp you have #and multiply it by 500 #that's dramione

hmm okay well let's take a look at madi's otps

ten years of unresolved feelings, never canon because a) air force regulations don't allow it because he's her superior officer and b) they're both stubborn little shits with walls who won't acknowledge their feelings for each other despite hand holding, kissing while under the influence of alien shit, alternate universe versions of them who are engaged, and both of them being suspected of being aliens in disguise because they didn't pass lie detector tests because they wouldn't admit their feelings for each other (mostly b. and yes, ten years. twelve if you include the movies.)

he confesses his love for her after three years as she lies dying on the ground after being shot, after which she tells him she doesn't remember anything from her shooting but she actually does and then he finds out and asdfghjk;ldf

she gets trapped in an alternate universe after which he pretty much goes full on suicidal and literally would not have survived without her were it not for a sassy redhead and a badass doctor chick no one gives enough credit

she watches her die. after which, when resident redhead hacker points out that this person is dead, she responds with "I know, I watched her die! But every day people die. Sometimes it's people we care about and sometimes it's even people that we love." enough said.

he goes from referring to her as an abomination to tenderly wrapping her wounds and giving her puppy love eyes. she calls him by the name of an angel who taught a guy that his life meant something and that the world was better off with him in it than without. once again, enough said.

they're both in a plane crash. she dies as he is telling her exactly why she is not going to die (ex. because they can get married, because they're going to have three kids, because they're meant to be). he appears to be fine until after she has died, at which point he falls into critical condition. he dies in the hospital not long after.

he finally confesses that he loves her and that he believes in her (the second of which is FAR more important, because no one has ever really believed in her in her life). she is shot and dies in his arms less than thirty seconds later.

so you were saying