#iamclivedove

[mintteaandmemory]

∞ (Iamclivedove)

[A girl of about six years old is sitting on a park bench, trying her hardest to make a flower crown with some daisies she had pilfered with her cute round face and large puppy eyes from a flower seller. She seems to be having a bit of trouble getting started on making the crown, unfortunately for her…]

[fan-tasticfour]

@iamclivedove​ [ x ] | @shslfansandballet​ [ x ] | @koucas​ [ x ]

“I really need to ask...where did the idea that I ingested blood come from? I’m not the one who goes around licking used sinks.”

“Anyway, I’m not a medical expert, but like the shaky kid over there said: I’m pretty sure that kind of thing is a really, really dangerous sign and that I’d be either really sick or injured if that was the case. Instead of actively participating in the investigation, I’d have gone around asking for help. So, no, I didn’t vomit blood, and I definitely didn’t swallow any, either.”

[bxruchthechxsen]

Memory stone (Iamclivedove)

“Are you sure we are supposed to pick those up, mister?”

The scene before Clive shifted into one of a field somewhere, long grass swaying in the breeze. There were sheep and a few goats scattered about, and a young Baruch was fiercely trying to catch a lamb.

Just a toddler at the time, Baruch was very small and had no hope of catching up to the animals. This didn’t stop him from trying, of course. Every time he thought he’d gotten close enough, he’d fall over into the grass. Giggling and trying to talk the animals into coming towards him, he seemed overjoyed with the situation.

Eventually, a tall man caught up to where the toddler had fallen, and picked him up, laughing.

Apparently, Baruch had scared the poor sheep farther than they should have been, and he got scolded for that. Not too harsh, and with tones of laughter.

The man was so kind, and the best man Baruch ever knew; his father.

[despairiisms-blog]

@iamclivedove

“Well,if it isn’t Mr. Clive Dove! Monaca didn’t want to see you since the games,but here you are. Are you still the loser that you were back in the arcade?”

[liliththefirst]

magicalgirlakasha replied to your post “[Lilith drapes himself dramatically over a chair.] “WHY must I SUFFER...”

(Iamclivedove) *Clive just stares blankly, trying not to crack a laugh.*

“Am I that funny? I see you holding back.”

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-All Multiship and Multiverse. -Varying amounts of RP experience. -All OC and Crossover friendly. -All AU friendly.

[mintteaandmemory]

Mother's touch.

[Mrs Stanford was mingling with the crowd gathered for the fundraiser. She noticed a relatively lonely young man. She didn’t recognize him.]

“Good day. Are you enjoying yourself?”

[trxvelintime-blog]

[Time and Time Again]

@iamclivedove

Luke was already fiddling with the controls on the machine when he reached a rather desolate place, or so he thought. Each second he stayed here, the higher the chance of a paradox due to the machine being a prototype. He didn’t want to test the theory at all in hopes that nothing would go wrong if nothing was done. No use in delaying time.

Once he had confirmed the location, someone had come within radius of the machine. His eyes widened in shock and fear of the newest aspect to the complex formula. This wouldn’t go well. And of course, said perpetrator was one person Luke didn’t want to deal with, Clive Dove. The shock dulled itself, but his feelings of fear and exasperation mixed as he desperately attempted to cease the act of moving across the spaces. And to his luck, the act never did stop as much as he would want it to. It never stopped at all. It just kept going. Just like the enigma many call time.

                                                 “Get out!”

He shouted, sounding furious, yet the small thread of concern of what could and will happen. He held the watch close as if it would do anything better for him and the situation. Unfortunately, that had no effect and the watch produce a excruciatingly bright light that engulfed everything that was in range.

When the atmosphere turned into a scene of stars and universes, Luke shut his eyes to endure the terrible turbulence he might receive on his end. The travel was unlike one he had ever experienced before. The turbulence was violent, similar to a high level earthquake, it didn’t didn’t feel like floating anymore, it just felt like falling and falling at the velocity of 9.8 meters per seconds, and that was terrifying. And most of all, Luke felt nauseous, it gave him a headache.

Finally reaching the ground on what felt like hours, Luke immediately fell to his knees. He never did have much of a fondness of rollercoasters like that, but when he thought everything was over, the ground seemed to tilt. It wasn’t ground either, it was metal.

Luke was unstable as he stood up, but kept his balance enough so he could lean on the wall. Shaking off the nausea he had, Luke surveyed his surroundings. It was strikingly familiar, all of it. And he remembered what it was like yesterday, even if he wanted to forget it all.

This was Clive’s fortress. And the git was also here.

Luke had to curse his luck.