#doctoraliceharvey

[bigmammallama5]

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from the supercorp vampire au that i think needs a plot and not just smut:

Kara was seized by the old eagerness of a freshly minted superhero and stepped out from behind her cousin, finger raised in the air in front of her. She hadn’t come this far to be outshone by her cousin on her home turf. Again.

[yesmadamepresident]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13832986/1/Forever-Can-Never-Be-Long-Enough

A birthday present for @doctoraliceharvey. Matthew, Alice, and a roadtrip. Pure, unadulterated, tooth-rotting fluff. Also on AO3.

I hope you had an amazing birthday, friend, and I hope you enjoy this! I tried to fit as much Malice cuteness as I possibly could in ~3k words, and if I didn't reach the limit I sure came close.

[andallthatmishigas]

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Downton Abbey AU where Cora does not slip getting out of the bath, O’Brien quits, and Bates saves her and the baby.  Cora gives birth to a healthy baby boy soon after war begins, and they raise their son in the midst of war and all the difficulties that come with it (including the convalescent home and That Maid) but through all of that, Robert has an heir and Cora has a sweet little boy and I don’t fully know how I’ll do everything but I just.  I want this for them.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

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turns out i worked on more drafts than i remembered, before i got sick. this comes from a ‘odaat + superpowers’ prompt:

“Believe me, I understand why that sounds more reasonable, and why you would even want to believe it. But it wasn’t random. You just explained it. Say it again, Elena, what you were thinking right before the walls blew.”

“That I wanted them to understand...we’re all in danger.” Elena’s hand went rigid in Penelope’s. “I-I did that. I did that? I blew up my school?”

“Not the whole school,” Alex offered helpfully. “Just the cafeteria.”

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing 

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

WIP game

Tagged by @doctoraliceharvey 😊

Tagging: @mamaju1205 @missush @grilledcheesebandit @misslillianelliott

Rules: Below are the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Please send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a snippet or tell you something about it.

WIPS that actually have some writing:

No one is alone

Wherever you find love

Elaborate Lives

Only the governess (working title)

WIPS that have some planning, but no actual writing

Wandering hands

a rainstorm and an argument

Malice secret dating

Mermaid Jean

Thanks Dee ❤

[rae-gar-targaryen]

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And if that isn't just how Ezra makes you feel? Your skin on fire, burning. While you twist and writhe through the flames at his resplendent touch, his flowing --yet punctuated-- cadence washes over you, every word a welcome balm.

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From "Winter Moon, pt. 2," coming this weekend! (I hope)...

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[daringlybelieving]

Tagged by @doctoraliceharvey for WIP Wednesday (though it’s Thursday here now welp I’m lazy) to post something from one of my WIP’s (Dee bb you’re lucky I actually have a WIP to post something from it’s been so long) so this is a little bit from the beginning of the next chapter of my Turnadette fic.

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Tragedy had struck Poplar again. A dark cloud of grief hung over both the Kelly household and Nonnatus, guilt and doubt plagued Nurse Miller like a dog nipping at her heels. Sister Bernadette knew what that felt like, had felt the same after the death of Tessie Baker. She knew in time the pain would pass, but that knowledge would be of little comfort to Cynthia now, nothing would.

No one had seen Cynthia since she had been sent to her room with an aspirin and hot chocolate by Sister Evangelina. Trixie and Jenny had come downstairs not long after making sure she was tucked up in bed, their steps lacking their usual jaunty flair and their faces masks of matching downcast expressions. Everyone knew to some extent what Cynthia was feeling in that moment, and none of them could do anything to make it better which hurt them all the more.

She had been fortunate that day to have been called out to a delivery of her own that had not been moving along as quickly as initial signs had suggested. During the lulls between contractions and she had found herself sitting beside the lit fireplace reciting the fourth offices of the day to herself. She had been surprised when her patient had rolled towards her on the bed and requested she speak louder, claiming she found her voice and the words of the prayers she spoke comforting. Sister Bernadette had smiled and done as the mother had asked, letting her voice soothe the mother into a short, restful sleep, thankful that they would at least help one person that day. As she finished she spoke a small private prayer for Nurse Miller, barely loud enough to be heard, wishing she could have been with her sisters, to say their prayers for the young nurse together as one voice, though she was content with the knowledge that their small Nonnatus family would give Cynthia unwavering support and whatever comfort Cynthia could take from them.

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I’m rewatching the relevant episode at the same time as trying to write this while also yelling at myself to go to bed because I have a treatment session in the morning so it’s not going as quickly as I would like but eh, it’ll do.

[the-adventures-of-dave]

my four year old boy is 15 lbs and doesn't look it! he's a very dense boi (and long! he stretches out from my hip to my ankles lmao)

Omg he sounds like such a good boy!! The new longcat!!! Give him a pat for me!