𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝒆 𝓸𝓷𝒆

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                      there   are   no   ‘ultimate   ends’.  only   games   &   more   games.   the   

                      winner   this   round   is   the   loser   next   round  .  .  .  &   around  .  .  .  

                                          &   around  .  .  .

[wigglcroom-blog]

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so im properly back this time but i have like 0 plots so that’s why i havent really been around much

so if u want to plot message me or like this for a short starter

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“Bending the very principles of physics, however, would be far more interesting than to assume that time is a consistent stream that must never be tampered with. In fact, perhaps even gravity sometimes lacks its relevance.” 

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        ❛    you know sometimes, i hardly understand what you’re saying. but fine, let’s do it.   ❜

[glovedsin-deactivated20161128]

            she simply watches the other woman walk away, not even a gesture of goodbye. how rude. oh but the technicalities mean very little to the countess. after all, they would meet again in a few hours. now she’s clad in another one of her designer gowns ; red as blood & just the perfect amount of skin showing. the floor length ensemble hugs her curvaceous figure & elizabeth finds herself right at clara’s door with her driver ready & waiting. a gloved hands moves forth to knock & rouged lips curve upwards. 

[wigglcroom-blog]

      she opens the door gently, peeking over the other woman. for a moment she feels like a giddy schoolgirl about to go on her first date. though there is no mum or dad gazing over the man, judging him to see if he is good enough for their daughter. instead it is just her & one of the most dangerous, captivating women she’s ever met.

                        ❛     has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you look in red?   ❜  

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                           Rory was already cringing inwardly at this latest CLUMSY action, and his grimace only grew as he saw the state of her jacket                great going, Rory. He could feel the BITE of the chilly fall air, even through his jacket.

           ❝ Well, I’m still sorry      that looked like a nice jacket, and it’s rather cold out today.   ❞

[wigglcroom-blog]

      she shrugs as best as she can. could she ask him to buy her a new one? would that be going too far? probably. she picks up her jacket, pulls out the things from inside her pockets - her key to the tardis, her phone, & a packet of gum.

     ❛     i’m made of steel, trust me, a little cold hardly does anything to me ... where’re you headed off to in such a hurry anyway?   ❜  

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✩   @wigglcroom || permanent starter list

“I implied that it was unthinkable and impractical – but hardly impossible.” 

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         ❛    but it is impossible, doctor. for once something is impossible & maybe we should just accept it & move on. we push the universe’s limits too much sometimes. i think one day it’s going to destroy one of us for it.   ❜

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        she’s crying, and that’s what hurts the most. she’s staring at him like he could snap at any moment, like she doesn’t understand, like his demons are dancing around them. she steps back and his mouth parts to call her, but only silence tumbles out and he holds his tongue. 

         HE MESSED UP, he knew that much as soon as he turned to her ( wisps of the oncoming storm remaining in his stance, in his expression ) and she only stared back in horror. he saved the world but at what cost ?  ( things are grim when his hands still, paused midmotion in front of him. anger and fear and shame                  )  he sighs, exhaling through his nose, shoulders sinking with the movement. he is ashamed but his eyes still meet hers, green against brown, pleading against terror.

        “ i have done far worse than this, clara oswald. the most feared species in the universe calls me the predator, because i am their greatest enemy. i have crumbled empires and toppled gods and left civilizations destroyed in my wake. i burned my own planet. i have bargained with the universe, again and again, to save the people i love but the universe always wins. i’ve done so many terrible things, clara, i… i am a monster. ”

                                                                              ( he doesn’t even realize he’s crying too )

[wigglcroom-blog]

             people talk about what broken hearts feel like all of the time, but why is it that no one understands the feeling of broken dreams? right now she feels those dreams shattering worse than her heart. she had thought him out to be an impossible hero. her impossible hero. & now what was he? a villain? could the doctor ever become a villain? no, the stars would go out again if he turned dark. maybe they were all bursting just like her dreams. maybe the stars were the dreams of thousands as was the doctor

        ❛     you hurt them, all of those people.   ❜  she says softly. this wasn’t like the time that he showed her the end of the universe, that was different. she understood that everything ended after that, but did love end? no she didn’t think so. he knew that too, he had to know. 

               he’s crying, & there is a time & place for all things. clara’s downfall is certainly her compassion for heroism. she can’t be afraid of him like this, she cannot cower in fear in a corner. that is why she moves forward, her hand moving to lay on his cheek. the doctor never cries around her, when he does begin to he runs away, she won’t let him run from this or from the pain.. that is, possibly, the only way she can get him to pay for what he has done.

           ❛    why are you doing this? what do you have to gain? fix it, go back in time, fix it. that’s what we do. we don’t sit here & cry & be afraid of each other.   ❜

[verydoctory-archived-deactivate]

The Doctor has barely got time still to process everything. There is so much to understand and so little time. Funny, a time lord worried about time. The Veil has made that clear… Even if it stopped before….it could stop again. But there was no time to figure that out. 

“––I always make the grand plan actions  –– maybe it’s your turn!” He smiles widely at this, as though they’ve been running the whole time, no fear of goodbyes or others. With Clara here with him it feels less of a threat, with Clara everything feels possible. Because she’s the impossible girl. His long fingers tighten into a fist at his side. He’d already done the calculations in terms of the air and the density of the gravity – he’d done all that just a few moments before… His eyes briefly turned to look at the stool, before looking back at the veil, as it moved ever closer.  “Now Clara, go!”

[wigglcroom-blog]

             the strange thing is that all of the sudden she doesn’t feel so scared. he’s there, how could she feel frightened with her best friend by her side? she uses the chair to crush open the window quickly, taking his hand in his. & there is no waiting, no second guessing. the doctor wants them to jump. she knows jumping is the only solution. she’s seen him live time & time again. she thinks if she dies she’ll just reset (hopefully), they’ve also done this sort of thing before. not that she remembers specifically, but she knows they have. into the pit of the tardis. she can do this. they can do this - so she jumps.

            for most people, she thinks flying through the air toward a body of water would be whenever they saw their life flash before their eyes. but instead of that sort of sensation, she just feels her hand tighten on his. she will not let go. even as her body crashes through the water, even as everything starts to go cold & dark, she does not let go. it isn’t an option to. maybe never again will she be able to let go of this man’s hand in fear of losing him again. they are meant to do this forever. they have to do this forever.

             otherwise, what was ever the point?

             she surfaces after a long time, she thinks she still has a firm grip on his hand, but her lungs are filled with some water & she’s coughing to get it out.

[glovedsin-deactivated20161128]

          as clara  draws back, elizabeth removes her hand from the other woman’s thigh & her hands clasp together in front of her. oh tonight was going to be fun. the countess just knew that it would be a night to remember.  for the both of them. and hopefully the start of something rather beautiful.

           ❛ i’ll be there. oh and one more thing, dress to the nines. ❜

[wigglcroom-blog]

     & so she does. she leaves elizabeth standing there alone, not even a fleeting cheek touch. perhaps there is something new & strange about to happen for her, she isn’t sure, but she’s been wooed into the idea of mayhem. her outfit choice is one full of black as usual. she cannot help but like the way that a tight black dress grips at her body & curves, & the way that it allows her red lipstick to pop out. she stares at herself in the mirror, she makes sure she is more than presentable. & then she waits for the arrival of the woman she thinks may change her life.

[wigglcroom-blog]

                                                     why? why shouldn’t i be so reckless?

                                                      you’re reckless all the bloody time.

                                         why can’t i be like you?

[wigglcroom-blog]

ooc:

guess who’s back back back

back again

[boyandabluebox-blog]

dw aesthetic: the tardis

[sentrysvoid]

doctor who meme: ten episodes [1 of 10] → hell bent 

When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left. I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important, but I have no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There’s nothing there. Just nothing.

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Why aren’t you trying to kill me?

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