#doublethemystery

[gallifreyanraconteur]

casually works 19 extra hours

casually forgets own name due to sleep deprivation

now seems like a fantastic time to get the sudden urge to return to the roleplaying blogs i've been neglecting for a couple months

who do I owe/wants to do a thing at some point???

[the-lady-oneill]

"What's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream."

[kallosxathlios-blog]

doublethemystery

Petals  s c a t t e r  the walkway, piling up against the strong Doric columns  as  a  pair  of  golden sandals wade through them, easily pulling back the partition between the rooms.

Her breath hitches however as she recognises the face before her. Nemesis. The one they say curses those bestowed with gifts. Despite that, for whatever reason, she has never caused harm to her. Over the years, she has become the most esteemed guest.  

                          ❛ What have you brought me this year!? ❜

[spacewiiitch-blog]

doublethemystery

"Just popping out to burn Belgium,                                    don't wait yup love, byeeeee"

She's pushing insistently past the other woman with her best, I'm-not-up-to-anything-remotely-evil-good god-why-would-you-think-that-Clara, look. 

[spacewiiitch-blog]

She hurts far too much, struggling to even walk into the flat. There were bruises forming on her body, blood on halted path from her nose to her chin. All because of her stepmother. One wrong word spoken and a fight broke out, Clara using words, her stepmother using force. "Missy?" she called out, voice a bit broken as she shut the door. "I'm home."

She’s prancing around the flat with all the air of Mary Poppins herself, albeit a demonic version.

“Clara, Clara Clara,”

The smirk is fixed into place, a perfect pirouette given before she purposely stumbles to a stop in front of Clara . She’s more then happy for company, Missy thrives under attention after all            “There you are—”

She cocks her head to the side at the sight of the other woman, seemingly undisturbed as she reaches out to dip her finger into the trail of running blood, bring it to her lips afterwards                 ”Did you have yourself an accident dear?”

There’s a note of concern that seems false It’s a charade. No    one touches her playthings.  Absolutely no exceptions. 

[ediopologiist]

doublethemystery

                "--Clara? Open the door! Please." 

[xnovissimus]

if u forget her name isnt actually clarence clap ur hands