#mention of clara

[ask-spamton-gpory-spamgon]

So…what is your opinion on Team Rocket?

What are your experiences like with the members of the team? Like the admins or the grunts for example.

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Unit's thoughts: Hate and fear, unit is terrifed of being taken back and experimented on, unit suffers delusions and nightmares when they are even mentioned.

Unit struggles even around member "Clara" even if deep down unit trusts her even if the unit won't admit it, unit wants to consider her a friend, but the unit has been damaged to a dangerous degree due to team rocket's actions.

Unit is doing it's best to give "Clara" a chance, but struggles sometimes, issue has been fixed when mentioning project "two" unit will no longer corrupt itself further upon mention of the clone pokemon.

It is advised to be careful though, unit is extremely sensitive and it's code will fragment if threatened by anyone in team rocket, as a self destructing state due to fear of being taken alive.

Unit is currently in process of healing damage done due to years of corruption, with the virus gone thanks to Codename "Lemon", unit will heal itself and it's code slowly over time.

Final thoughts, unit feels bad for it's treatment of "Clara" and hopes one day, it can feel fully safe around her.

End Memory Log.

[thetruthlsoutthere]

Another Weird Things Update

Make of these what you will. I had screenshotted these awhile back but never uploaded them because i debated on if there was any worth doing so:

{mention of Clara yet again at the time i took this}

{one of the videos in the bottom half: i think that is pretty self-explanatory.}

{credit to them of course}

{credit to them of course}

{ the weeping angel: self explanatory but also: of the repetitive numbers and combinations that i get, i get 1's and 11's by themselves and with same numbers but added on. so 11: i saw this when i was 25 so that was last year, and after it had a six and i thought of that as i am going to be 26 next which i am now. Could that be significant, a coincidence or nothing? Any are possible of course. Maybe added on if it peaks someone is the wolf thing under my profile to the right hand side. I get a lot of Wolf stuff and even BAD WOLF before, not just on all forms of social media but even to a weird email once. Maybe i will post that too.

there was another two technically: a blog being shown in my recommended awhile back along with another related blog when it comes to someone this belief life has a center around and the blog had a message like title because i was calling/trying to reach out/connect with this person, the someone this belief life has a center around, not the blog owner themselves. And the first time, under THAT blog, was that other related blog about the same person.

The second photo was of the same first blog but with out the other. i always wonder and think of the possibilities after a logical explanation doesn't add up to make the weird thing happen, of course. I do not want to my hopes up of something being truth and it end up not being. I would never do that to anyone else either because that is cruel.

{don't know if i ever mentioned but among the 'normal' daily things i listed in the post i made: i do get the related blogs that wont go away with who they are about, messages in the title and tagline. They wont go away no matter how many times i refresh, even the constant number showing up of new posts on your dashboard being made, it will just not happen at all; and if they do go away, it takes awhile. YES, i am aware that this could be completely nothing weird either. I am just showing it for the possibility.

[bittasol]

smile, iruma! | hey ive been here before

[bazberkker]

This is what each “Makes History” or “First-ever” article feels like

[ninvic-art]

where my mind goes reading burakhovsky fanfic

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Of all the theories as to how Carmilla and her daughters found eachother in Hell (adoption, reuniting after they died, one or all three being Hellborn, ect;), I think my personal favorite is the one where Carmilla was either pregnant when she died or later gave birth to a child she miscarried when she was alive.

But whether or not that’s true, one of my favorite crack theories/headcanons about Carmilla being pregnant in Hell is how absolutely weird the other Overlords would be about it- because let’s be real, they would absolutely be weird about it. Maybe supportive and weird, but weird.

Zestial, nervously following Carmilla around: My darling. My own heart. I beg of thou, please, for just a moment.

Carmilla, still stubbornly walking around in her ridiculously sharp shoes: I’M FINE.

Zestial, who’s been trying to get her to sit down or at least change her shoes for over an hour: 0,_0

Rosie, crouched at her side with a glass of something red and questionable: I’m telling you, honey, just try this. It’ll cure that morning sickness in a jiffy.

Carmilla, curled up on her bathroom floor: …it disturbs me that I’m nauseous enough to actually be considering this.

Zestial comes to her rescue and shoos Rosie out to go make her some (GINGER) tea before Carmilla can do something she’ll regret.

Alastor, gazing suspiciously: Why on earth is your abdomen moving like that? Is something trying to break out?

Carmilla, too exhausted to deal with this: That movement is my baby kicking, Alastor.

Alastor: Pardon? You mean to tell me that one can see that on the outside? Eugh.

Carmilla, glaring at him: You are so lucky you’re not worth getting up for.

- Rosie insists on throwing her a baby shower. Vox and Alastor get kicked out for fighting and are forced to put together the IKEA furniture for the nursery as punishment.

- I seriously doubt this lot can build and work an ultrasound machine, so something like this is likely.

Carmilla, slowly coming to after giving birth: Mmmh…?

Rosie, happily bouncing one baby in her arms: Oh good, she’s up! Congratulations, sweetie. You have two beautiful daughters 🥰

Carmilla: ….

Zestial, who’s gently cradling the other: Carmilla…? Is something the matter?

Carmilla: …there’s really two of them. I thought I was hallucinating.

BONUS:

Fun fact- some scientists say cats have sensitive enough hearing that they can hear babies’ heartbeats within their mother’s bodies.

Husk, staring at Carmilla:

Carmilla, who’s still processing that she’s pregnant and hasn’t begun telling anyone else: …is something wrong?

Husk, ears bristling slightly: h o w m a n y h e a r t s d o y o u h a v e ?

[skyblueartt]

(YES I wrote ‘boomer system’ instead of ‘boomin’ system and kept it cuz it’s goofy) fuckass doodles I did while 🍾🍾🍾 LMFAO

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Geraldine Farrar (Carmen, Joan the Woman, The Woman God Forgot)— I guess technically she was more of an opera star, but she was the leading lady for a ton of major silent films and she’s got two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for both music and film so I think she counts as a film star

Clara Bow (It, Wings)—The original It Girl (literally), Clara was the epitome of a flapper film star. She was obviously a looker, but it was her acting that won over hearts. Watch the movie It (no clowns) to get a sense of her charms. And while she's most known for her silents, (including Wings, the winner of the first ever Best Picture Academy award) she did make some talkies! Contrary to popular belief, sound films didn't ruin her career; she reportedly just hated the process of making them. She had a really interesting background and it's a shame she's not as well remembered as others of her time.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Clara Bow:

She has gorgeous doe eyes, how can you not love her?

The original it girl! Flapper icon! She's sooo fun and charming and confident, it just shines through any film or picture you see of her.

I love love love her genderbendy boy style and her cute twinkly performances!! watch wings i s2g she absolutely brings it

She's literally THE It Girl. Like actually, she's the term's namesake. She was an extremely prolific silent film actress with a reputation for wild behavior who defined the 20s flapper era. Her boyish frame, androgynous style, and red curly hair were widely emulated.

Geraldine Farrar:

[thekingofspin]

"you can't really tell if somethings an addiction, until you try to give it up"

- 12th doctor, mummy on the orient express

[anteroom-of-death]

It always drives me insane, but especially now, how people dismiss 12 and Clara as romantic canon or eventually subtextually romantic. We've seen the Doctor in Canon romantic love. We've seen the Doctor in Canon best friends situations.

With his arguably biggest (based on how insane the fandom and writers, especially rtd are/cling onto) nu who love interest, Rose. When she's in danger he's fawning and doesn't bend. 10, especially isn't furloughed in morals as much as 12. (Or 9, but this is a different talk for another day.) He's not laying awake thinking if he's good or evil. He just accepts and goes.

When Rose and the whole Doomsday plot happens, all 10 does is burn up a sun to say good-bye. (Then treat Martha like shit until uWu Donna time.)

With Clara, he frequently goes to the next level. Hell, most his words in seasons 8 and 9 is her name! He's jealous in a way he never was with Mickey at Danny. He's constantly at odds with himself. He feels and acts legitimately threatened.

When she is finally dying. He loses all pretense, gives into his urges and threatens genocide, holds hostage, coups and kills. He is willing to undo his past of saving Gallifrey from falling, to save her. Keep her. Hold her.

It's only when Clara reels him in does he think differently. Go a different route. Be nicer. Chose a shard of kindness to the rest of the universe.

They both brought out the best and worst in each other until the bitter end.

"Friendship" my ass. That's real, toxic, deep all-consuming love.

[galindaelphaba]

each time i step outside, it's social suicide

[bearw-me]

This is kinda dark so if you don't wanna do it it's cool. Can I request Carmilla running into a son reader? [Years before she had her daughters she had a son but she was too strict/serious on her boy which led to him...taking his own life. The experience made Carmilla realize she mightve been too hard on him so when hid sisters come around she showers them with love] The reader thinks carmilla is going to scold him, scream at him or anything but she just hugs him hard and tells him she's sorry and that she loves him

i'd like to put my author's note up here before you guys read what i wrote/make a little disclaimer!

TW: mentions of harm

I wouldn't write the act, per-se, but i had absolutely no problem with your request because it doesn't really involve those details (fic wise) this one is mostly about comfort and a nice reunion!

just before you go, know your best-friend mal is always here for you <3 this and every other fic i write is my silent love-letter to you

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x son!reader, odette, clara 𐐒 cw : angst, hugs, kisses, comfort 𐐒 summary : after a few decades in hell, you decide it's time to stop putting it aside and visit your mother for the first time since you've appeared in hell. as anxious as you are, she receives your visit with open arms. 𐐒 word count : 1.1 k

The metal body of the cab rattled against the broken highway, the sights of Pentagon city flashing past you in a pink florescent blur. You sighed, slumping into the leather seats.

Were you really doing this?

The thought made your stomach bubble with new found nerves. Rolling and wrenching the muscles in your stomach so hard you suddenly had to lean forward in your seat. Forced to stare at all the dust and garbage littered about the floor.

"Oh god I'm gonna be sick," you mumbled to yourself.

"Don't throw up in my car kid," the driver growled at you, suddenly adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on you.

You tried not to roll your eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window just in time to witness the change in districts.

"Might wanna keep your head down kid! We're in Carmine's district now," he laughed, a hoarse sound filled with cigarette smoke.

You had never actually been in this part of hell. After all these years you've been here, watching as the districts had shifted between hands in the great soul exchange. . .

All those years until you realized she had fallen here just like you.

And you didn't really know how to process that thought just yet.

The once chaotic district was now more silent.

Shadows skulking between buildings and alleyways, making deals to sell weapons and bartering for money.

You grimaced, opting to let those images blur in your mind and let your head fall against the rattling window.

What possessed you to see your mother after all these year? Who knows. . .

It just felt like it had to be done.

Soon, the tall white building had come into view, a place you heard the overlords of hell met up.

And today, Carmilla would be here, same with your-. . .

Odette and Clara.

You stepped out of the cab, soles hitting the pavement with a tap. You paid what you owed to the driver and waved a quick thanks as he sped off, the devil on his heels.

That left you alone, standing like David against Goliath with the empire she had built.

She's. . . kept herself busy.

It's all you could think about. Staring at the gleaming tiles of the building with hesitance.

What would she say to you? Should you have told her you were coming? That you were here?

The sickness that seemed to be plaguing you had come back in waves.

The last time you had remembered seeing her, you were both alive on Earth, screaming at each others faces.

"One day, mi hijo, you will have to do everything for yourself! You will have to take over the business! YOU have to carry all that burdens us and I NEED you to be ready for that! Why can't you just see that! I won't always be here for you! YOU NEED TO STEP UP TO THIS!"

But. . .

You just couldn't do everything she had wanted of you. The standards, the rules, the burden. . . it was all too heavy for one person to carry.

And now here you were, on the white-waiting room couch unannounced.

To sayy. . . what exactly?

You bit at your nails in thought, leg bouncing up and down as you waited for your name to be called.

It was pretty empty today.

No one was really sitting in here with you.

That was a great thought.

A deep, strung-out exhale shook its way out of your lungs.

Nerves, you figured.

You didn't even know what to do with your hands, running them through your hair and rocking back and forth in your seat, wondering if it was too late to just stand up and leave-

"Um. . ." You stopped completely, turning your head towards the sound of your voice.

Just before the office doors, two small sinners stood side by side, holding a clipboard up to their faces as they eyed you with surprise.

Odette and Clara.

There was no mistaking them.

"That's. . . me?" You rose from your seat like a ghost, not really feeling anything but utter surprise.

It was the first time you've ever seen them. The same cream colored hair, the same eyes, they even stood en pointe like her.

Odette and Clara.

"Come with us," Clara beckoned, her curly hair and grey skin. . . did she look like that too? Now that she was a sinner?

Thank goodness the girls turned away from you quickly, giving you just enough time to wipe a stray tear from your eye. Estranged siblings that you've never even met. . . and you were so full of emotion at just the sight of them.

Did they know who you were?

You watched them wearily, the two exchanging quick glances at each other and occasionally, at you.

"She's right in here," Clara trailed off.

Odette glanced at you through her round glasses, a hint of worry lifting her eyebrows up "She wasn't expecting you today."

"Alright," you shrugged. I mean, it was a fact you already knew, but to hear the two of them say it to you was the final slap of reality you weren't sure you entirely needed.

The two of them opened the doors for you, watching intently as you shuffled into the room, and back at each other incredulously.

"Ay dios mio, I said I didn't have time for meetings. . ." you heard her mumble, face covered by a laptop screen, hunched over and lost in her work.

It was how you remembered her.

"Mamá," you called out, finally taking a seat in front of her desk, unsure of who or what you'd find on the other side of that screen.

With that one word, she froze still, a pair of demonic red eyes peering over the top of that silver screen.

"Mamá," you said again, a choked sound now that you realized it was her.

It was actually her.

A sinner, your mother, an overlord, who was finally before you.

It was like all the things you had planned on telling her had thrown themselves together and crumbled beneath the sight of her.

"Mi hijo."

"Mamá, I know you're mad at me," the tears came without warning, and you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, unable to keep looking at her as the sobs wracked through your body, pleading for her forgiveness "I tried my best! I tried! I-"

"Mi hijo, I'm so sorry," your mother flew into your arms, the familiarity of her love so striking that you became undone in her arms.

She cried into your neck, a sound you've never heard before "Oh mi hijo, no heavens could ever keep me away from you, never, and I and never letting you go again,"

"I love you mi hijo."

[wavebiders]

For those not keeping up with the HOTD Matt Smith fan Doctor Who watch livetweet she just got to Asylum of the Daleks

and somehow already has a better understanding of Clara/Clara and the doctor's dynamic than half the fandom

[cryptidjeepers]

Its probably a good thing gallifrey was blown up because if the doctor had taken his besties to his home planet and they saw the way the timelords dress, his ass would have never lived it down. Pick a companion from nuwho and find someone that wouldnt roast his ass for how fucking weird his people are

[sentientsky]

me, walking to my parents clara’s room at 2am to tell her i threw up

[sunsetcougar]

So as was guessed by @knightofarcane in the comments of a previous post, the Biotech AU is indeed a Vaggie Carmine AU because I can and it’s fun. So here’s how it goes.

All four of them are biologically related and lived together on Earth. They were involved in the weapons trade and other illegal activities, though Carmilla also had a love for ballet that she shared with her daughters.

Their deaths were all within a week of each other. They’d fled to hide from the police and ended up getting trapped in a storm with no food and no source of heat.

Odette died first, she’d already been sick so the cold took her quickly. Clara was second, starved. That left Carmilla and Vaggie. Carmilla at that point was losing herself mentally to guilt and grief and was giving the little that they had to Vaggie. She died next.

The storm broke shortly after Carmilla passed, and Vaggie was able to survive a few more days with the survival skills she had. But she ended up dying of exposure near a road. Her body was the only one of the four that got found before they were nothing but bone.

Once in Hell Vaggie quickly went about trying to find her mom and sisters, figuring they were probably down there too. But two days into her search the extermination rolled around and she fought back against an exorcist, prompting them to take her.