𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  ,    often   more   than   he   does  ,     and   though   he’d   much   rather   be   anywhere   else   than   stuck   waiting   for   the   tardis   to   take   a   DEEP   BREATH  ,     he   doesn’t   have   much   of   a   choice .     SO   HE   THINKS  ;     WHY   NOT   ENJOY   THE   DOWN   TIME  ?      find   something   to   do  ,     anything  ,     menial   or   otherwise .      𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄   𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 .    down   towards   the   door  ,    which   then   is   gracefully   flung   open .     

             of   course  ,     he   only   gets   one   foot   across   the   threshold   before   he’s   greeted   by   an   unfamiliar   face  ,      ONE   HE   DOES   NOT   KNOW  ,     DOES   NOT   RECOGNISE  ,      but   also   one   that   seemed   observant   enough   to   have   noticed   their   landing   firstly .       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐖𝐇𝐎   𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐘 .    at   first   he   only   blinks   in   surprise  ,     blue   eyes   roam   the   one   before   them   from   head   to   toe  ,    and   then   he   slides   out   from   the   box   so   the   door   might   close   behind   him .      ❝     you   must   have   quite   the   keen   eye  .       ❞     @haerkness​

closed starter:  @haerkness​

*  PERHAPS  IT’S  A  TERRIBLE  IDEA,    and  perhaps  she’s  lying  to  herself  in  adding  a  perhaps.    her  time  here  means  the  world,    pouring  over  findings  like  a  waterfall:   for  once  her  mask  slipping  enough  for  excitement  to  make  her  look  her  apparent  age.   she’s  eager  to  prove  herself    -    this  is  the  closest  she’s  ever  come  to  feeling  at  home  in  her  usually  shockingly  tight  skin,    for  the  first  time  she  truly,   desperately,   wants  to  belong.    so  she  stays  late  even  when  she  doesn’t  have  to,    sat  on  her  desk,   legs  crossed  and  files  surrounding  her,    eager  to  take  in  knowledge  that  always  tastes  familiar  in  the  back  of  her  mind.    ❝  there’s  fresh  coffee  in  the  maker.  ❞   she  doesn’t  move  from  her  spot  when  she  hears  the  door  open,    well  aware  it  could  only  be  one  person.   ❝  fresh-ish.   mostly  fresh.   kinda  fresh.   it  technically  was  brewed  yesterday  but  it’s  only  barely  today.  ❞   and  just  maybe,    from  the  speed  she  talks,   she  has  had  one  too  many  mugs  of  it.

@haerkness​   ♡   starter call.

     ❝  I have to say, the security hasn’t improved since the last time I’ve been here,  ❞  he said, voice coming from behind Jack without a prior notice. Truth was, it was hardly a standard by which the security should be judged in the first place, given the caliber of places he had broken into during his immortal life. Merlin didn’t think they had the technology to keep him out if they tried anyway, which obviously made it quite easy for him to just pop in without a warning. He was leaning against the nearest table, watching Jack from beneath the fan of dark lashes with arms crossed on his chest. He looked a bit different from the last time they’d seen each other  —  mainly, the beard was gone and the new amount of freckles on his face suggested he was somewhere sunny.  ❝  I was in the neighbourhood, you see —  ❞  he remarked, dark brow arching,  ❝  — when I got a sudden sense you were doing something stupid. So, I decided to pay you a visit and see for myself.  ❞

@haerkness​

        ❝ i told you i wasn’t armed. i could just about pick a lock with my hair grips, that’s it. if i knew how to pick a lock. ❞ she doesn’t; mostly someone’s got bolt cutters, if they need to get into a restricted area. or she’s got the keys. still, tamar stands patiently while he does his scan ( x-ray? check? whatever it is he’s doing to satisfy himself that she’s not gonna kill him, or whatever ), and even offers a smile.  ❝ i’m not a fighter, alright? ❞ she can fight. she has killed --- horrific creatures, not people. but that’s not what tamar’s here for. 

❛  you seem to love hearing the sound of your own voice, pal.  ❜  

@haerkness​   )   LIKED. 

@haerkness liked for : rose , for jack.    

𝙇𝙀𝙁𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙉 𝘼 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙏 ,      happiness   seems   a   thing   she’ll   carve   for   herself   now  ,     remember   the   starlight   was   in   her   all   along  .      she   hardly   expected   to   be   found  ,     not   before   she   found   her   own   way   back   somehow  .     TRY TELLING ROSE TO GO QUIETLY , IMAGINE THE IRON CORE OF HER .     her   shock   is   visible  ,      written   over   her   face   as   she   looks   to   the   figure  .     she   knows   better   than   to   disregard   ghosts  .            ❛ strange place for a reunion . ❜

Starter for Captain Jack Harkness muses

“Ooh, ya. I only died once, and that was plenty enough for me.”

@hiraeth-anfarwol @torchwooddoctorwhomuses @boeshaneposterboy @harknesstm @flirtatiousdisaster @haerkness​

bold all that apply to your muse / ALEX RUSSO*

JOHN KEATS

the lavender in sunsets / flowers in the rain / sunlight slipping through clouds / lazy summer afternoons / the heavy scent of musk / flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books / fireflies on a cool summer night / being wrapped in fresh bed sheets / the ache of wanting what you can never have / dripping sunlight like gold / loving someone so exquisite / soft lips and soft whispers / fingers through hair / names of lovers carved in trees / broken glass / the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

crisp winter skies with cold bright stars / mahogany wood / the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog / empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room / bruised arms reaching out into the darkness / cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol / a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered / a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day / the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment / your favorite sweater / parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing / the contrast of blood against snow / a purple split lip oozing blood / black eyes fading to blue to pale skin / the butterflies of falling in love for the first time / the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries / the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA

the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future / decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there / the way not even light can escape a black hole / the rich smell of old books / delicate veins in the wrist / ghosts filling lungs / shattered bones / raindrops on the tongue / rusting metal / nostalgia that aches / the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT

the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave / pouring rain and mud / a child’s fear of the dark / thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean / the silence of three a.m. / ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC

the brisk pine air of being on a mountain / travels without a destination / those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory / screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive / coffee shops late at night / car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark / naps spent in the sun / novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins / the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders / ignoring flaws and loving life / wind through hair / depression as fog in the brain / impossible ideals / a quiet sunrise / walks alone / when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe / dazzling people / open lands stretching out into infinity / falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE

the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog / hollow bones / a preserved heart held in hands / twinkling stars above an old graveyard / the way everything turns to dust / silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom / self-inflicted flames / perfection depicted as a rotting corpse / death as bricks in the heart / lips barely brushing against each other / glassy glazed eyes / biting into a lemon / heart-shaped bruises / rotting flowers on a grave / dried blood and spilled liquor / the hush of dusk when it begins raining / the intimacy of a secret.

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me:  i  have  so  much  hw me:  plotting  a  hypothetical  daughter  of  j.ack  h.arkness  oc  w  @haerkness

WHAT  FORM  WOULD  YOUR  DAEMON  TAKE ?

WILD DOG: your daemon would take the form of a wild dog! those who have wild dog daemons are rebellious and reject social conventions, often going through life as a "lone wolf" or deeply bonding to those like them. they value freedom and will defend that right tooth and nail, deeply committed to their own ideals.

COYOTE: your daemon would take the form of a coyote! you are a cunning and observant individual who readily embraces new opportunities. more so than others with wild dog daemons, those with coyotes are evasive and put their trust only in a select few. they have a relaxed view on life and know how to adapt to anything.

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TAGGING: @sinbcrn​, @wildechaya​, @godmares​, @incendios​, @prodiguile​, @haerkness​

haerkness replied to your post: thinkin abt when they just went ‘ oh yeah jack is...

’ hey so not to worry you or anything but you’re just a Big Head in the future what’s up with That ‘

“ still kinda hot tho ngl “ 

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@haerkness​ said: “my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

hurt meme | accepting

* THAT’S  SOMETHING  SHE  CAN  RELATE  TO,   far  more  than  she  would  ever  be  comfortable  voicing.   still  it’s  a  slow  process,   simply  watching  him  for  a  heartbeat,   then  two.    loss  is  never  easy:   it’s  something  every  version  of  her  in  every  universe  knows.    she  knows  grief  too  well,   has  it  carved  into  the  very  core  of  who  she  is,   who  she  was,    who  she  always  will  be.   there’s  no  escaping  certain  things,   no  pretending  that  forcing  a  smile  will  magically  cure  painful  woes.   ❝  you’re  right.   I  don’t.   I’d  probably  not  last  a  day  with  all  you  have  in  there.   even  I’m  not  made  of  enough  ice  for  that.  ❞    the  words  are  unlikely  to  be  helpful,    but  each  sound  is  drowned  in  empathy  not  pity,    complete  and  utter  honesty  as  fred  fiddles  with  the  watch  in  her  pocket.    the  cold  metal  is  soothing  regardless  of  how  heavy  it  feels.    ❝  but  I  don’t  want  you  to  be  alone  in  there  either,    boss.    looking  into  darkness  too  long  always  allows  it  the  opportunity  to  get  its  claws  in  you.  ❞    so  instead  she  shrugs,   finding  something  to  lean  against,   arms  half  buried  in  overly  deep  pockets  of  her  oversized  jacket.    ❝  you’ve  been  around  a  long  time,    right?   so  I  gotta  ask:   have  you  ever  seen  a  baby  pigeon?   or  are  all  pigeons  babies  and  there’s  a  city  of  giant,   man  eating  birds  somewhere  out  there?  ❞

@haerkness​ said:  “ you’re a real prophet of doom, ain’t you?” 

     ❝  Yeah, and I’m about to prophesy your sudden disappearance from the premises. You better watch out for those pesky magicians, they’re lurking about, ready to pounce.  ❞  He made his point by throwing a pillow he had been previously clutching to straight at Jack’s face. Followed by a quiet huff, he decided he was through with being vertical, and ended up rather dramatically sprawling over the sofa, legs pulled up on a few decorative cushions. His eyes were closed, though he did peek from beneath his lids at Jack, just to see if he was still standing there. Once his continuous presence was confirmed, Merlin let out a deep sigh and let his palms slide across his face.  ❝  Just so it happens, I really did have a prophetic dream about an upcoming something, literally. Fuck knows what it was, really, with their vague symbolism and no actual answers. I’m actually quite shocked, seeing as I haven’t gotten one in years. I forgot how little sense they make.  ❞  He pinched the bridge of his nose.  ❝  I think we should both stay here for a bit. I’ve got a vague sense of danger and I can’t really place it yet.  ❞

@haerkness​

        she doesn’t know how long she’s been on the ground, battling time sickness. amari’s been travelling for years, and is long past this---but those trips haven’t had someone grabbing her ankle at the last second, hasn’t had them spinning her through the vortex, hasn’t had them trying to kill her. it didn’t work, clearly --- and the travel killed him, a corpse spat out by the vortex as she landed with a burst of artron energy; he wasn’t holding onto her manipulator, and given that he was trying to kill her, amari refuses to feel bad --- but she’s been spun off course, entirely. she’s about a thousand years earlier than she wanted to be, and...where the fuck is cardiff, earth?

        movement; her manipulator vibrates to warn her, a steady, insistent buzz on her wrist, and amari pulls herself off the damp concrete, fighting the nausea. hopefully it’s just a local. hopefully they’ll just walk on by. but the figure she can now see is walking with purpose, so she guesses not. fucking great. amari rests her hand on her blaster, just in case. 

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