#theseedfromhalfaman

Yes, this is happening again. Why? Because I'm pretty much stressed with the all the threads I have and owe. And because that's not how I'm supposed to be with rping. 

'm so sorry, I didn't want to do this. I really am. We can rp later again if you want. 

Again, I'm really sorry.

Threads I'm dropping:

theseedfromhalfaman || No title 

defenderrosetyler || Upgraded

askladyaryn || Strange Blue Box

travelleroftheskies || Blue Haired Lady, Brown Coated Man

thenotsosilentmonk || tenthdoctor-allonsy started following you

     "Don't you just love cake?"

"I totally didn't walk out of a police box that randomly appeared."

"Hello there. I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor."

The Doctor could feel it, that thread of dark inside him, moving, growing. It had been there as long as he could remember. He knew what it would, one day, become. Since the Time War, he thought, he hoped the paradox of the time lock would prevent him from becoming the Valeyard. For a while, that had held off the dread, the overwhelming, looming suspicion of what he knew he would become.

It didn’t, anymore.

Mostly these days he kept out of the universe’s way. So long as he wasn’t actively doing anything, he thought he would not be able to hurt anyone. That was the theory; however, it didn’t work so well in practice. He was alone, save for himself, and he rarely left the TARDIS anymore.

Luke wandered down the street with a bag full of shopping in hand and headphones in his ears, blasting away loudly an audio book of the novel "Of Mice and Men". Not really concentrating on the things around him, he bumped into a young girl and was knocked back a little. "Oof!" He puffed out, dropping his groceries to the ground. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He called to the girl, knocking his headphones onto his shoulders and then bending down to pick up the food. "I should concentrate on where I'm going more often."

It was almost closing time. Most patriots who usually came for a late night cup of gourmet coffee didn't come this late, but some people were still entering the restaurant. Sophie was still wearing her mask, seated on a chair at the middle of the podium while fiddling with the strings of her guitar. She briefly wondered why anyone would want to approach her now.

"Sorry, the restaurant's about to close, so I won't be accepting requests." She muttered, not looking up as she continued playing, humming softly as she did.

theseedfromhalfaman

angxlinajohnson

handsuponelasttime

malvina-mcgonagall-urquart

"If you're here about something Mari did, then I'm not her brother."