We Might Die, We Might Not

I have seen incredible things, and the world keeps getting bigger each day. {Indie Rp Blog for Martha Jones}

[marthainthelibrary]

Megacon dance party

[marthainthelibrary]

“What are you doing here? Five words or less!”

“Medical. Emergency. Called. To. Help.”

[dear-indies]

Reblog if you’re an indie Doctor Who RP account.

We are creating a masterlist for every Doctor Who roleplayer.

The list is here.

[poeguesquadron2]

you don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.

[canspotatimeagent]

He chuckled at her reply, still grinning even as the conversation went back to serious. Sort of. “Of course I do. Do I need a tux or a shotgun?”

[marthainthelibrary]

“Tux, definitely a tux. The wedding is in a few days, and I… I can’t not show up, and I can’t show up alone. I can’t. Will you be my plus one?”

[canspotatimeagent]

“Why, Martha Jones, I’d be honored. So what’s the story gonna be? I’m your boytoy you’re rebounding with? I make a great trophy boyfriend.”

[marthainthelibrary]

"Let's go with trophy boyfriend instead of boytoy, please. Okay, lets hash this out..."

[canspotatimeagent]

“Yes, Martha, I will suck it up and have sex with you,” Jack joked, trying to at least make her smile before getting serious. Those words in that tone didn’t spell anything good. “What do you need?”

[marthainthelibrary]

She rolled her eyes and smiled, though she wouldn’t tell him that. “Oh, yes. That’s what I called for. Oh yes, oh I need you. Baby. Baby” She responded dryly and roboticly, before switching back into her normal tone. “No, actually. It’s… remember Tom? How I told you he was engaged?”

[canspotatimeagent]

He chuckled at her reply, still grinning even as the conversation went back to serious. Sort of. “Of course I do. Do I need a tux or a shotgun?”

[marthainthelibrary]

“Tux, definitely a tux. The wedding is in a few days, and I... I can’t not show up, and I can’t show up alone. I can’t. Will you be my plus one?”

[roleplaymmemes]

Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them

[marthainthelibrary]

((Anyone miss me?

I’ve been very busy, and also, I got obsessed with Kingsman and made an OC blog))

[solthree]

positive lady characters meme | Martha Jones + powerful/feminist moment

[koushimi]

I was 900% prepared for her to flip the bird for science in this scene like oh here’s the bones of the finger that I use to say ‘fuck you’

[darkstormytrite]

hey remember when we used to have companions who were actualized individuals and not just puzzles to be solved

[allidoiswatchdoctorwho]

Yes^

[marthainthelibrary]

On one of his many visits to Martha's flat, Jack had excused himself to the washroom to do some good old fashioned medicine cabinet snooping. He didn't expect to find anything, had simply planned on rearranging everything in there, but then he found a little plastic stick with a bright blue + sign. He instantly forgot about snooping and came back out to the living room holding it. "Something you feel like sharing?"

"What?" 

She looked up at Jack from the paper she was reading, and then her face drained. “Shit.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment until she cleared her throat. “You… you weren’t supposed to see that.” 

Martha could get mad at him for going through her medicine cabinet later.

[canspotatimeagent]

Jack held her tightly, ignoring the blame (responsibility?) she took for herself. There were certain moments in life that Jack believed called for completely selfish reactions, and this was definitely one of them. That she wasn’t screaming and yelling at it was a testament to how much of a better person she was than Jack.

“I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go sit down and put your feet up while I go make you a virgin daiquiri and we’ll go from there. But don’t think for a second you’re doing any of this alone.”

[marthainthelibrary]

All Martha wanted to do was hold on to Jack as the tears began to flow, but let him go as she sat down. “I’m not ready to be a mom. Jack, what am I going to do?” 

[canspotatimeagent]

Jack immediately went for her kitchen to fulfill his promise but continued on their conversation from there. “What do you want to do, that’s the bigger question.”

[marthainthelibrary]

“D’you think that, if I knew, I would be freaking out like this right now?” She ended up snapping at him, which wasn’t what she wanted to do, but everything, her whole world was collapsing in on her.

[inboxideas]

Your character was held down, and forced to watch mine mercilessly beaten. How does this scene affect them?

[marthainthelibrary]

Martha stared at the invitation, cursing herself for checking plus one, but she couldn’t have not shown up, and showing up alone would have been so much worse, she didn’t think she could handle it. So she picked up the phone.

“Jack? It’s me… I think I need to call in that favor…”

[canspotatimeagent]

“Yes, Martha, I will suck it up and have sex with you,” Jack joked, trying to at least make her smile before getting serious. Those words in that tone didn’t spell anything good. “What do you need?”

[marthainthelibrary]

She rolled her eyes and smiled, though she wouldn’t tell him that. “Oh, yes. That’s what I called for. Oh yes, oh I need you. Baby. Baby” She responded dryly and roboticly, before switching back into her normal tone. “No, actually. It’s... remember Tom? How I told you he was engaged?”

[canspotatimeagent]

"Jack? I heard you screaming. Another nightmare?" She paused, then added softly. "If it helps, I had one too."

My muse wakes up from a horrible nightmare, how does yours comfort mine?

"I…." Well, there was no point in lying about it, so he flipped his sheets back and patted the bed next to him. "Yeah. Come on over here."

[canspotatimeagent]

"That’s my girl." Jack threw an arm around her and curled up close. "Here’s hoping."

[marthainthelibrary]

She cuddled up against him and rested her head on his arm. “Sleep tight,” she whispered, then started humming the lullaby her mom sang to her as a child, hoping it would make it easier for him to go back to sleep.

[canspotatimeagent]

It was enough to relax him down again; sleep was still a long ways off. But he hadn’t really expected to sleep again that night, even with a temporary bunkmate. He listened to her song, silently trying to learn and memorize the tune. After a long silence, he finally piped up again. “Where’s that from?”

[marthainthelibrary]

“My mother used to sing it to me when I couldn’t sleep.” She hummed the beginning melody, then went into the lyrics.

“Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet And may you need never to banish misfortune May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you To guide you each step of the way To guard you and keep you safe from all harm Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

May you bring love and may you bring happiness Be loved in return to the end of your days Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay”

While she sang, she carded a hand through her friend’s hair affectionately, like her mother used to when she sang the song to her and her siblings. It always had a relaxing effect on her, and she hoped on Jack as well.

[marthainthelibrary]

“How’d you get this?”

Martha felt his fingers along the silvery scar above her right hip. 

“It’s nothing, just... I was grazed by a bullet during a firefight with UNIT.”

[marthainthelibrary]

Martha stared at the invitation, cursing herself for checking plus one, but she couldn’t have not shown up, and showing up alone would have been so much worse, she didn’t think she could handle it. So she picked up the phone.

“Jack? It’s me... I think I need to call in that favor...”

[marthainthelibrary]

On one of his many visits to Martha's flat, Jack had excused himself to the washroom to do some good old fashioned medicine cabinet snooping. He didn't expect to find anything, had simply planned on rearranging everything in there, but then he found a little plastic stick with a bright blue + sign. He instantly forgot about snooping and came back out to the living room holding it. "Something you feel like sharing?"

"What?" 

She looked up at Jack from the paper she was reading, and then her face drained. “Shit.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment until she cleared her throat. “You… you weren’t supposed to see that.” 

Martha could get mad at him for going through her medicine cabinet later.

[marthainthelibrary]

"I’m not exactly blameless in this either, its not like he was the only one in the bed. I knew he was seeing Sara, and I still slept with him."

Martha buried her face against him, trying to hold back the tears she’d been fighting for weeks. Her voice shook when she spoke. “I don’t know, Jack. I don’t know and I’m scared.”

[canspotatimeagent]

Jack held her tightly, ignoring the blame (responsibility?) she took for herself. There were certain moments in life that Jack believed called for completely selfish reactions, and this was definitely one of them. That she wasn’t screaming and yelling at it was a testament to how much of a better person she was than Jack.

“I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go sit down and put your feet up while I go make you a virgin daiquiri and we’ll go from there. But don’t think for a second you’re doing any of this alone.”

[marthainthelibrary]

All Martha wanted to do was hold on to Jack as the tears began to flow, but let him go as she sat down. “I’m not ready to be a mom. Jack, what am I going to do?” 

[canspotatimeagent]

"Oh, Jack... you complete moron..." [My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character]

"Hey, I’m dying for you, show a little-" Jack was cut off by a groan, wincing as the bullet shifted in his chest. "A little gratitude."

[marthainthelibrary]

"Not the best time to call me that." Martha reached a hand in her pocket, luckily finding a knife to dig the bullet out with. "Just so you know… this is going to hurt. A lot. And, in case you’re ever in my position with someone else, you normally wouldn’t remove the bullet."

[canspotatimeagent]

“If you’re ever in my position, you’re not gonna wake up with a new piece of shrapnel to carry around,” he laughingly groaned. He quickly shut his eyes, both to brace himself for the intense pain digging a bullet would cause, but also because he was scared. It didn’t matter how many times he went through this (and oh, was that number alarmingly high by now), there was always a quiet fear that this one was the end. “Just hurry, okay?”

[marthainthelibrary]

Martha dug it out quickly, then held her hand over the wound to staunch the bleeding. It was a testament to how well they knew each other that she could tell from his face what he was thinking. “This is not the end for you, Jack. Not yet.”