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indie victorian horror oc written by marty about / notes

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Hey, this blog isn’t dead, I’m just doing revision for exams and can only concentrate my writing energy on @withbox right now, apparently! Shall return here... Soon(tm).

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shall we say this is a one-liner call. multis specify.

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sylvansmercy‌ / ms surana.

        She considers him a moment, then: “…you have two shadows.” 

     ‘ You see her. ’ It isn’t a question.

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amaeliad‌ / ms pond.

fingertips  tap  down  quick  on  the  wooden  table  below  them.  her  nose  wrinkles  as  she  considers,  tries  to  make  sense,  tries  to  emulate  HIM.  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖  𝐔𝐏?  now’s  the  time.

❝ right,  lets  have  a  cuppa  and  figure  this  out. ❞

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     ‘ A what? ’ Felix furrows his brow, shakes his head minutely like he doesn’t know what to make of this. And he doesn’t. Truth be told, he doesn’t understand most of the things she says, nor anything from the lips of her friends. ‘ Your German is excellent --- but you say the strangest things sometimes. ’ 

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i should be around tomorrow bc i have nothing on then & i’ve been travelling all day and Cannot Be Fucking Bothered as a result, but i also want to take the opportunity to say that this is a ??? semi-active blog at best and my main blog is @withbox ! which is where you can find me when i’m not here ! 

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biirdbone‌ / miss germanicus.

            “I suppose because it’s easy money… If you realised you had a great talent for lying wouldn’t you use it to your advantage?”    Emma almost wants to roll her eyes - perhaps he’s simply too good a soul to think that someone would con these weeping women. If Emma didn’t have a reputation to uphold, she’s sure she could take hundreds from these people. So easily astonished by a slamming cupboard door. A flickering candle. She gives him a once over, fan in her hand wafting ever so slightly, blowing cool air over her face.              “You seem disappointed. Was there someone you were hoping to contact tonight?” 

     ‘ It hardly matters. She is not here for me. ’ 

     Maybe he’d hoped that his presence would perhaps be enough to encourage some kind of... sighting. That being here would give Lotte what she needed to speak to him, finally, properly, instead of her silent shouting. Felix knows that she is trying to say something. He knows that it’s important. What can he do, though, if he can’t hear her? Other than play the desperate fool. 

     Felix watches Miss Germanicus for a moment, frowning as he does so, before he straightens himself up and tries to look disinterested. This is a fool’s game. If Lotte were here, she would’ve spoken by now, of that he is certain. Or perhaps he’s merely being won over by cynicism.

     ‘ Why did you come if you do not believe it? ’ 

[richard-madden-archived]

15 days per character: {9} bill haskell (klondike)

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sylvansmercy‌ / ms surana.

       “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable. That was never my intent.” 

     ‘ No. It is quite fine. I --- only wonder what it is you see. ’ 

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'Who told you about me?'

dw7a. accepting.

     ‘ Nobody. Not technically, at least. ’ He can sense that this isn’t a sufficient answer, and raises his hands briefly as if to ask for patience. ‘ I have been looking for help for a long time. I have spoken to lots of people, anybody who I thought might know something useful, and I have forgotten many of their names. Yours was mentioned in passing by a few. ’ 

     Felix decides not to mention the part where none of it was particularly flattering. He’s faced enough mockery himself, on this quest, to know that it does not matter. People belittle things that they do not understand. That does not make them less real. 

     ‘ I am not here out of malicious intent. Not my own and not anybody else’s. I swear. ’ 

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There’s something different about you, isn’t there?

dw7a. accepting. 

     People usually feel it but don’t say it. This is the way. Felix is different but, in London? He is German. He is a performer. He is a stranger. There are so many parts of him that do not fit into the regular society of the city that people scarcely know where to look when trying to figure out just what is so different about him. When they do, they usually settle on the most obvious trait --- oh, he’s foreign; oh, performers, they have a way about them --- and Felix does not mind. It keeps him safe. 

     Ms Surana looks at him differently, however, and not in the way that those few friends of his do. She sees the trick that is not a trick, not sleight of hand. She sees the woman who is not there, who cannot exist, and understands her to be as real as she is herself. He has liked her from the moment they met but, until now, had a hard time finding the words to describe the feeling. It is not just liking. 

     He leans in.

     ‘ I think we have this in common. You and I. ’ There are many gifts in this world, he knows that, even if his own is the only one truly known to him. He thinks she must have one of her own. An intuition. He thinks that he can trust her with this. And so, in a low voice, unable to be heard to most above the racket of this pub: ‘ There is no trick behind my trade. ’ 

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Okay, I’m counting three lost causes. Anyone else?

dw7a. accepting.

     ‘ Only three? ’ 

     This city eats people alive. When Lotte had suggested they come to London, she had done so with such hope. She had thought it would be a new start. He had believed her, for a time, until they settled, until the cracks began to show and it became apparent that London was not the place they had imagined on their journey. 

     Their new start was two years barely scraping together enough money to pay for the single room in the Rose & Crown. Their new start was mistrust from the many, and kindness from a scarce few. And, just when things looked to be getting better, Lotte vanished. She isn’t even the only one. People go missing all the time, without a trace, without a ghost, lost to the city that neither thinks of nor cares for them. 

     You think you matter, before you come here --- and you do, to your family, to your friends. But, to everybody else, you’re replaceable. There will always be somebody else waiting in the wings, waiting for you to slip between the cracks, waiting to take your place. 

     Maybe he isn’t here yet himself ( even if he could have been, so easily ) but this is where the search for Lotte has brought him. He glances over his shoulder at Mrs Pond --- Williams? He never got a straight answer, all those people talking --- and shakes his head. 

     ‘ Lotte’s friend should be around here somewhere. Unless she’s already left. I heard she was going back to the North. Trying her luck in Manchester? I don’t know. But she’s seen her too. This way. ’ 

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seriouslyaliens‌ / doctor.

       “It’s bad form to take things that aren’t yours. D’you know how long it’s been since I saw you last? How many years I’ve had to go without my trusty…uh…whatever this is?” 

     She didn’t miss it much, then. Her whatever this is. If the Doctor wants an answer, for Felix to fill in the gaps, then he can’t. He never worked it out himself, but maybe that isn’t much of a surprise.

     ‘ You were waving it around, the last time. You said it goes... ding. When there are ghosts. I think it must be broken. ’ 

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DOCTOR WHO SERIES 7A sentence meme (7B here). feel free to change context/pronouns/etc as necessary.

They say you can help.

Who told you about me?

So, how much trouble are we in? 

I did make you a souffle but it was too beautiful to live. 

I’m sorry, there weren’t any good questions left. 

Are you real? Are you actually, properly, real?

Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy? 

Don’t lie. I know when you’re lying to me.

Pretty soon she’s going to try and kill you.

Okay, I’m counting three lost causes. Anyone else? 

The basic fact of our relationship is that I love you more than you love me.

Don’t you dare say that to me. Don’t you ever dare. 

You dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible. 

Why do they hate you so much? They hate you so much. 

You think I’ll just let you leave without me, after what we’ve just been through?

I’ve no idea what it is. Do you want to find out?

Why can’t you just phone ahead like any normal person? 

Look, you need to learn some manners.

Oh, I never talk about myself with a gun pointed at me. Let’s talk about you.

It isn’t your choice. It’s mine. 

No. No debts. You don’t owe me anything. 

I just worry there’ll come a time when you never turn up. That something will have happened to you and I’ll still be waiting, never knowing. 

No, come on. You’ll be there till the end of me. 

I knew you’d find me eventually. 

Make peace with your gods. 

I see ‘keep out’ signs as suggestions more than actual orders. Like ‘dry clean only’. 

Why would he want to kill you? Unless he’s met you. 

Oh, so you’re not even a tiny bit curious? 

Why would I be curious? It’s a mysterious space cowboy assassin. Curious? Of course I’m not curious. 

He’s lying. Every word, every thing he says, it’s all lies.

War is another world. 

Looking at you is like looking into a mirror, almost. 

We can end this right now. We could save everyone right now.

When did killing someone become an option?

Don’t you see? Violence doesn’t end violence, it extends it.

For what it’s worth, I know you’re going to save us.

Justice doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to decide when and how your debt is paid.

I’ll find you. If I have to tear this universe apart, I will find you.

I have to face the souls of those I’ve wronged. Perhaps they will be kind.

Look at you now. All grown up. 

Look, what you do isn’t all there is. 

Somebody was talking, and I just said yes. 

Some left me. Some got left behind. And some, not many but, some died.

No, no, no. I mean, I’ll be better at it this time. I miss you.

These people are precious to me. And I will defend them to my last breath.

There was a time, there were years, when I couldn’t live without you.

This is one corner of one country in one continent on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. 

You are giving off some very strange signals. 

Whoa! Whoa! What kind of a welcome do you call that?

Things to do, worlds to save, swings to swing on. 

There’s something different about you, isn’t there?

Only you could fancy someone in a book.

I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings. 

Beware the yowza. Do not, at this point, yowz.

Once we know what’s coming, it’s written in stone. 

Are you an archaeologist as well as a detective?

Didn’t you used to be somebody? 

Nothing is gained by you being a sentimental idiot!

I won’t let them take him. 

Even if you got out, you’d have to keep running for the rest of your life. They would be chasing you forever. 

To save you, I’d do anything. 

Together or not at all. 

Look, next time, could we could just go to the pub? 

Stop it. Just, just stop it!

You look after him. You be good, and you look after him.

I will never be able to see you again!

I’m sorry. I didn’t think.

Above all else, know that we will love you always. 

Sometimes I do worry about you, though. 

Don’t be alone.

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@sylvansmercy. sc.

     ‘ You look at me so strangely, Ms Surana. I wonder if you even know you do this. ’ 

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@amaeliad. sc.

     ‘ Please. ’ Felix steps before her now, between her and the spectre. He raises his hands as if that might stay her, as if that might stop anybody from doing anything. ‘ She will not hurt you. She will not hurt anybody. She is just trying to talk. ’ 

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@seriouslyaliens. sc.

     ‘ I --- took this. A long time ago. I wanted to give it back, but I could not find this box again. ’ 

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@polyphoniie. sc.

     ‘ Do I look so... out of place? ’ The short answer is yes. Everybody else here is dressed so finely, Felix sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s just gotten used to the British quite quickly, you see, and expected them to keep their noticing of him to snide remarks behind his back.