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*An Unlikely Duo 

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Clara heard his hand grab the gun and the whirrrl of the weapon charge, knowing she had no chance if she tried to run, before she felt the cool tip of the gun against her head. “Damn it.” She mumbled under her breath still trying to drive. She held perfectly still other than the subtle tilt of her hands around rock. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you don’t bug the driver?” she sighed, swallowing the real fear swirling in her stomach. “I’ve told you it isn’t my driving.I’m a good driver! This ship is rubbish. And it doesn’t help that you keep distracting me!” She protested, getting off topic.

Clara had to act and fast. She listened to his breathing, and heart rate for any sign of bluffing, but he was far too upset for her to tell. She calculated the distance from the gun to her head and then the hand, trying to figure if a counter attack was a suitable option. However focusing on the asteroids and the man pointing the gun to her head was too much for her brain to analyze and once again they smacked off of an asteroid bouncing them like a pinball. Clara struggled for control as the ship went spinning. Luckily the artificial gravity held the pair in place but the outside was spinning. She pulled against wheel with a groan and a heave. “If you want to help stop pointin’ that bloody gun and help me before we—” The girl was cut short when they slammed into something again, this time pushing them closer to a planet. “No-no! Not that! Not now! Come on you piece-o shite Nova Corp tech, pull up!” The artificial gravity began to fluctuate sending them both floating while the ship flew closer to the planet. “IT KNOCKED US INTO THE PLANET’S GRAVITATIONAL PULL! WE’RE COMING IN TOO FAST! HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!” Clara could no longer reach the controls due to her small arms as she held onto the chair, feeling the planets gravity start to take effect. “THE G-FORCE IS ONLY GOING TO GET STRONGER THE CLOSER WE GET!

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John barely managed not to accidentally fire the blaster with the ship’s lurches. When they started floating up, he holstered the blaster and clung to cables on the ceiling and tried to push himself down to the controls. He’s had anti-gravity training, he knew- vaguely- what to do.

When his feet hit the floor again, he latched to the control deck by looping his belt around a static handle. Finally, he could get some control.

"Hang on to something, thief!" In all the commotion, he’d forgotten her name. He started flying the junker, drawing a fast orbit around the planet. If they could go fast enough, they could slingshot straight out of the gravity pull and back into space. If they could make it, of course.

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"It’s Oswin!" The thief corrected him among the chaos but she felt like she hadn’t gotten through to him. He quickly took control of the ship before they plummeted to their death. However when Clara realized that he was trying to slingshot them back into space she quickly grabbed the gun and pointed it at him. Before she even had a chance to threaten the officer, the rear engine puttered out and they began losing altitude quickly. 

"Oh good now we’re falling, yes we were much safer with you driving!" Clara shouted pulling a device from her pocket and pried open a panel. Several wires stuck out and with a flick of her butterfly knife she began cutting and pulling the plastic off with her teeth.  She dropped the gun and it began to float  along with Clara’s hair and several items near by. With a twist of a wire the gravity was back on and there was a sputter as the engine kicked back on just before the ship met the desert floor. However it was too much for the engines to handle when the force hit it back they blew out simultaneously, dropping about ten feet. The ship rolled on it’s side on it’s side when it hit. By the time the chaos was over Clara found herself entangled in a storage net stuck to a work bench. A hand wafted the smoke out of her face looking around the wreck for the Nova Officer. "Chin boy? You still alive?"

 

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34
[down from ledge meme] "Doctor! Doctor it's Clara! Please don't do anything reckless!"

faceofeleven:

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faceofeleven:

Talk Me Down

"Why shouldn’t I? The TARDIS will take you home if anything happens to me. You’ll be all right." He stared down into the gaping black hole, the rip in the universe that tore matter apart.

"I always feel that desire. To jump when I shouldn’t, to push the big red button, to press my hand to a hot stove just to see how it feels. Don’t you?"

"Mm like a log." She yawned stretching and she heard her back crack, waking her up a bit more as the blood rushed to her head. "I can’t believe how exhausted I was." The girl gave a sigh before sitting up and crossing her legs indian style. "Though I suppose it wus a big day yesterday." Her friendly smile began to fade. Clara had a promise to keep. They needed to talk about what happened. Not just for Clara’s understanding, but for the Doctor’s well being. 

Her eyes twinkled a little in thought before they met his with a quiver of her lip. “Why did you do it?” Her voice was just above a pin drop, getting straight to the point, as always. 

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He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He felt limp, fragile, unsteady. Just like how he felt on that rooftop, staring at the pavement below. He didn’t want to talk about it at all, but he owed Clara an explanation.

"I was weak." His voice came out like someone crushing gravel under a sneaker. "I started to remember everything bad that happened to me over my lives. Every person I lost, every world I couldn’t save. And all the wrong things I did, all the destruction I’ve wreaked through the universe."

His eyes closed. “I started to remember, and I couldn’t take it. When we landed on that rooftop by accident…it just screamed at me to step out there, to take that chance. I’m out of regenerations. It wouldn’t take much to kill me.”

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As the Time Lord poured his soul out to her she simply listened letting him say all he had to say. It brok her heart to hear that he thought so lowly of himself, but at the same tie she could understand how a being who lived for hundreds of hears could carry a lot of grief and regret. Clara didn’t yell at him, or tell him how bloody stupid he was for ever even thinking of doing something so reckless.

No, instead little Clara, with tears in her eyes, simply wrapped her arms around the Doctor like a baby koala and gave a small sniffle. “Now promise me you won’t ever do that again.” Clara knew she had already made him promise but she wanted to hear him say it again. “Life is a pile of good things, an ‘ol that. Think about all of the people you’ve helped. All the lives you’ve made better…you made mine better…That’s got to count for something…” 

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*Send me “Hey, sleepyhead” and my muse will react to finding yours in their bed. 

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*Send me a ☁ and I will generate a random AU Starter for us 

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150 AU Plot Ideas ranging from Angsty, Fluffy and NSFW below the cut. Bonus point if you send the symbol without sneaking a peek at the plots!
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"OH-MY-STARS!" Clara quickly slapped a hand over her whole face. "Zeke I am SO! SO! Sorry!" Her hands moved to just covering her eyes, revealing bright pink cheeks. "I should um…" It sounded like she were choking by this point. "..I should go.” The poor girl walked straight into the door frame before stumbling into the hall. 

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doctor who is a story of… [insp]

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"You're pregnant" Ned whispered, staring down at the little white test stick in his hand before raising his eyes, brimming with joyful tears, "you're pregnant." He repeated.

nedthepxemaker:

short-and-bossy:

Clara was busy in the kitchen of the Pie Hole throwing away yet another failed souffle. She had been baking all morning, trying to keep her mind off of this morning’s most recent discovery. It started with what appeared to be signs of the flu but after a test Clara knew without a doubt. The only hard part was telling Ned. She feared he’d be upset knocking up his new flatmate, she hadn’t been there maybe two months, but the pair clicked so well together, something was bound to happen eventually. She just didn’t expect to actually get pregnant from one time….

Her stresses didn’t end with Ned either. She enjoyed her time with him so much it was easy to forget why she was really here. Clara had a job to do and a person to protect. It was supposed to be a simple mission, in and out, not doing something that could connect them forever. What if she had altered time? What if she offset the balance of the Universe. Ned was a fixed point after all and the Doctor would be less than pleased that Clara would risk altering the future. 

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar voice behind her that Clara jumped and spun on her heel to look at him. She heard him say something, but she wasn’t quite sure she heard him right, that was until she looked down at the stick in his hand and her eyes almost popped from her head, realizing what it was. “Oh……h-hello…” 

"Were you going to tell me?" He asked quietly. Conflicting emotions raged back and forth in Ned’s mind, initially there was happiness: he cared very much about Clara and was completely willing to stick with her through everything if that was what she wanted. But then the reality that he had gotten a woman he barely knew pregnant after just over two months of knowing each other and one night spent together set in, and he felt guilt. He felt irresponsible. Clara was so tiny and bubbly and he felt very protective over her, somehow in doing this he had failed that. That’s how it felt, even if it wasn’t the truth, "I-if you don’t want to keep it—" his voice broke a little, Ned cleared his throat and tried again, "or if you don’t want to ever see me again I understand" the piemaker approached slowly, reaching out to cup her cheek with his huge hand, "but if you’ll stay.. I promise I will do everything I can to take care of both of you"

The shock of the situation had Clara frozen in her place while she simply let the Pie Maker talk. Of course she wanted to keep it, but Clara didn’t know how Ned was going to react. A faint smile pulled at her lips when he offered to let her stay but Clara had doubts. “I wus gonna tell you, I swear. I just didn’t know how, so I thought I’d bake you a souffle to soften the blow of the news, but I keep burning them or they deflate…and then burn, mostly lots of burning.” She was rambling now. There was flour matted in her hair and dashed across her cheeks like she’d been frantically running around all morning, which she had. Turning her head she looked back at the chaotic kitchen behind her and gave a guilty look. Her plan was falling apart quickly and with that on top of the morning sickness the girl’s head spun a little.

A hand ran through her hair nervously before looking back up into Ned’s eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to act nice,on my account.” Clara said swallowing the knot in her throat. “I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I was…well…I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I wus some Chick" Clara tried to mimic an American accent. " skipping town to town sleeping with the first cute Pie Maker she runs into, but I’m really not like that I promise you." 

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Aug
2
"You're pregnant" Ned whispered, staring down at the little white test stick in his hand before raising his eyes, brimming with joyful tears, "you're pregnant." He repeated.

nedthepxemaker:

short-and-bossy:

Clara was busy in the kitchen of the Pie Hole throwing away yet another failed souffle. She had been baking all morning, trying to keep her mind off of this morning’s most recent discovery. It started with what appeared to be signs of the flu but after a test Clara knew without a doubt. The only hard part was telling Ned. She feared he’d be upset knocking up his new flatmate, she hadn’t been there maybe two months, but the pair clicked so well together, something was bound to happen eventually. She just didn’t expect to actually get pregnant from one time….

Her stresses didn’t end with Ned either. She enjoyed her time with him so much it was easy to forget why she was really here. Clara had a job to do and a person to protect. It was supposed to be a simple mission, in and out, not doing something that could connect them forever. What if she had altered time? What if she offset the balance of the Universe. Ned was a fixed point after all and the Doctor would be less than pleased that Clara would risk altering the future. 

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar voice behind her that Clara jumped and spun on her heel to look at him. She heard him say something, but she wasn’t quite sure she heard him right, that was until she looked down at the stick in his hand and her eyes almost popped from her head, realizing what it was. “Oh……h-hello…” 

"Were you going to tell me?" He asked quietly. Conflicting emotions raged back and forth in Ned’s mind, initially there was happiness: he cared very much about Clara and was completely willing to stick with her through everything if that was what she wanted. But then the reality that he had gotten a woman he barely knew pregnant after just over two months of knowing each other and one night spent together set in, and he felt guilt. He felt irresponsible. Clara was so tiny and bubbly and he felt very protective over her, somehow in doing this he had failed that. That’s how it felt, even if it wasn’t the truth, "I-if you don’t want to keep it—" his voice broke a little, Ned cleared his throat and tried again, "or if you don’t want to ever see me again I understand" the piemaker approached slowly, reaching out to cup her cheek with his huge hand, "but if you’ll stay.. I promise I will do everything I can to take care of both of you"

The shock of the situation had Clara frozen in her place while she simply let the Pie Maker talk. Of course she wanted to keep it, but Clara didn’t know how Ned was going to react. A faint smile pulled at her lips when he offered to let her stay but Clara had doubts. “I wus gonna tell you, I swear. I just didn’t know how, so I thought I’d bake you a souffle to soften the blow of the news, but I keep burning them or they deflate…and then burn, mostly lots of burning.” She was rambling now. There was flour matted in her hair and dashed across her cheeks like she’d been frantically running around all morning, which she had. Turning her head she looked back at the chaotic kitchen behind her and gave a guilty look. Her plan was falling apart quickly and with that on top of the morning sickness the girl’s head spun a little.

A hand ran through her hair nervously before looking back up into Ned’s eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to act nice,on my account.” Clara said swallowing the knot in her throat. “I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I was…well…I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I wus some Broad." Clara tried to mimic an American accent. " skipping town to town sleeping with the first cute Pie Maker she runs into, but I’m really not like that I promise you." 

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starxdouche:

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starxdouche:

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★      ”Well that was- successful?
            Sorta-
             I don’t think it was supposed to blow up actually—”★

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"You just blew up my ship!" Oswin shouted staring at the bits of metal now floating in space. "H-how am I supposed to travel without a ship!?"

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★        ”… Can I say not my fault?”       ★

"No, I watched you do it!" 

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Aug
0
I suppose that makes sense just be careful Clara
Anonymous

"I’m the Queen of Careful. Beside’s Zeke is…well, Zeke. He’d never do anything to hurt me. I owe him my life, and then some." 

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*When you see an awesome rp partner is online who you want to continue a thread with, but you don’t want to annoy them by reminding them that it’s their turn 

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*Send me “So…” to hear what my character would say to yours after casual sex. 

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*My muse was drugged and kidnapped; your muse finds them a week later, tied up and overdosed, barely alive in the cellar of a mutual acquaintance. How does your muse react? 

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*BDSM/Kink Sentence Meme 

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Put “Take Me” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-60 and give you a sentence starter! [Prompts are incredibly nsfw, possible trigger warnings apply!] Feel free to alter the sentence to suit your character (and their orientation/preferences!)

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*Restrained, your character is forced to watch mine tortured in front of them. How does this affect them? 

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