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My Clara by ~Jessimie I love Clara. She’s...

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:55:55 -0400

My Clara by ~Jessimie

I love Clara. She’s well written and the season finale was freakin amazing.

DW 50TH

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:00:00 -0400

They’re so talking about Billie as Rose. AHHG! Best.Fandom.EVER.http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01972h5

What the crap. Okay, so I made this… kinda just came out...

Wed, 01 May 2013 18:46:51 -0400

What the crap. Okay, so I made this… kinda just came out of nowhere. Very symbolic stuff for once. #Kundalini #Ouroboros The Ouroboros Kundalini by ~Jessimie

The Bad Wolf Is Approaching

Wed, 01 May 2013 10:32:36 -0400

Designed this about a year ago. Figured I’d repost it since Billie is coming back!!

BAD WOLF T

SONIC SONG T

"If you attempt to draw a supernova, you’re gonna have a bad time."

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:45:39 -0400

“If you attempt to draw a supernova, you’re gonna have a bad time.”

- me

jmtothteg: As much as I’m enjoying season 7, I ‘m starting to feel like Doctor Who has lost a sense...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:07:29 -0400

jmtothteg:

As much as I’m enjoying season 7, I ‘m starting to feel like Doctor Who has lost a sense of repercussions and rules to their plot solutions. “Oh, I just made a character development milestone - that I’m gonna just take back immediately and pretend it didn’t happen.” Not cool.

Let’s stop rebooting the universe please. Its becoming a bloody pulp of a plot thene

Olivia - OC from Eclipst Era of the...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 23:05:53 -0400

Olivia - OC from Eclipst Era of the Beast: http://eeotb.blogspot.com/2012/05/her-boots-clank-along-iron-deck.html

http://loenovel.blogspot.com/2012/08/ch1.html Edith Ryan has...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 15:44:31 -0400

http://loenovel.blogspot.com/2012/08/ch1.html

Edith Ryan has always dreamed of walking among her distant cousins of Earth. After years of hard work, her dreams become a reality as she is admitted to help planet Earth in their transition into a galactic society. However, non of her training could begin to prepare her for the wonderful and terrifying experience of becoming human.

Just wanted to say your blog is amazing. I was originally gonna skip over your latest piece but I couldn't help but read it (it was really good), keep up the good work!

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 12:29:05 -0400

Thank you!! I hope you enjoy my future uploads as well :)

Hoping that I’m finally crawling out of “the valley...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 12:27:40 -0400

Hoping that I’m finally crawling out of “the valley of suck”

- All Original Characters of ongoing fictions: http://jayemma.wix.com/fiction

He sweats and pants above my smaller form as it sways with the...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 21:40:10 -0400

He sweats and pants above my smaller form as it sways with the movement of his rhythm. His muscular frame encompasses the expanse of my chest, brushing defined body against soft skin.

Every night I am offered to the Hero as due compensation. The Hero, who has above all mortal men, slayed the evil that shadowed our world and brought temporary peace to its children.

My body is the least that could be given for such valiant efforts.

I am his prize.

It is always the same routine. There are no words when he enters my living quarters. Every day, just before the sun sets over the fiery mountains of our motherland, he visits with the same demeanor.

- A man who knows he is being paid a dept. A man willing to accept that his consolation is given willingly, but not with genuine reciprocation.

A first, it begins as he glides across the room, placing a soft embrace around my body as a greeting. He is gentle and kind; the last remnants of an unlived adolescence peak through the surface of his stoic appearance.

Without words, I fall into the motions. We are but a reflection of lovers, intertwining with ease as we find our roles, splayed over feather mounds and animal hides. Our body’s grow feverish and ready appropriately, but our eye’s remain empty of passion.

I allow him his restitution, sighing at the feel of his body. A breath of air slides from his lips and he begins to indulge what is rightfully his.

I become the submissive object of my Hero’s pleasure. Twisting and meeting the tide with calculative intention, using months of gained knowledge as arsenal to worthwhile the undeniable sacrifice it took to be him.

In a darkening, stoney room bathed in twilight, he pushes himself into my shivering form.

And it dwindles down to this pathetic conclusion of our forever destined incarnates.

After the battle has settled and the light returned – after mind numbing years of death and destruction and painful hope – it is here the broken souls of fate find themselves.

Huddled together to pick up the pieces of their shattered youth. Unable to fill the shell of the human that once resided in this sack of skin and bones.

We are nothing but objects of dynamics to the Goddesses. Playing pieces in time that have lost their right to be anything other than legendary embodiments of their assigned virtues.

Am I but the legend’s mistress? Eternally accommodating the process of mediating conditions. Over and over again, for each and every timeline.

It is only when the etched-in anguish - of cognitive torment and physical endurance - seep into his actions, that my body reacts to this dance of desperation.

In his embrace, I feel the terror of a boy who made due with the world he was thrown into. His aura pulses of violence and panic that melds into hatred and dread and all the terrible things his fate has dragged him into.

His animosity towards me hungers him to be unforgiving - as he requires me to understand what he’s done for me. I lust for the twinge of nerves he afflicts when his hands and body become vices of punishment.

I am acutely aware of every bit of skin, wanting him to consume my essence. His forcefulness causes me to whimper - a melody he relishes. The excitement it causes him feeds mine in a dizzying rush.

The compulsive might of the act spirals upward in a beautiful sick meld of intentions. His leering assault synchronizes with a primal energy that engulfs us both, imploring physical needs to viciously seek a means to an end.

It is my fault. It is all my fault. This sweet misery is my pitiful atonement for stealing the sincerity of a pure heart.

He continues the onslaught for the purpose of eliciting the sounds he needs to hear from my quivering lips. I greedily oblige, assisting the abuse and falling into the haze of erotic aggression.

It is at the peak of this frenzy that we feel the epicenter of all that has been snatched from our spirits. All the rage and disappointment burns us into an ecstatic fit, tensing our bodies until the curve of bliss tapers out.

His slick body relaxes, falling over my own like a heavy blanket, warming my cold existence. I urge his head to rest on my breasts, fingering through his golden hair affectionately.

I bring my mouth to his forehead, ever so tenderly placing puckered lips onto salty skin. We shift into each others arms, fighting for oxygen.

It is now that I grow soft and assured that not all is blackened with the soot of evil’s bane. He breaths short breaths upon my naked skin and I find it endearing. Perhaps I can find an inkling of solace in providing temporary alleviation to my Hero’s reality.

After all, he is simply a boy reaching to be held. Searching for a sliver of assurance after all the moments he needed it the most have passed.

I wonder if, in some sad, deflated way, this is my love for the Hero. If what is left of me could be considered a sympathetic nurturing.

When we’ve caught our composure, and the daze of our climaxes are gone, he recoils back into the husk of a damaged soul who has seen the horrors of the earth.

He doesn’t look me in the eyes when he extracts himself and begins to dress. I turn my gaze towards the horizon, staring off as to disengage myself from the world at hand.

I feel his presence retract itself and find the door. He shuts it with a heavy thud, and I am to lay there – bare and frozen in apathetic self destruction.

Tomorrow he’ll be back, and we will continue grasping for a semblance of deliverance. I close my eyes and retreat into myself, waiting to wait.

This is the fate of fate fulfilled.

Thank’s for reading. If you enjoyed this snippet, you may like my original content. Two ongoing first person stories. Eclipse- Era of the Beast, and Living on Earth. Ta! - JM http://jayemma.wix.com/fiction

"They are nothing but objects of dynamics to the Goddesses. Playing pieces in time that have lost..."

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:20:02 -0400

“They are nothing but objects of dynamics to the Goddesses. Playing pieces in time that have lost their right to be anything other than legendary embodiments of their assigned virtues.”

- Writing a dark take on LOZ - OOT (main)/reflective of all incarnates. Will post link soon

Video

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:14:36 -0400

Since Doctor Who Tumblr is posting Clara Theories, I figured I'd share mine:

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 17:14:01 -0400

madmanswords:

Clara is a Zygon. Like Auntie Pat from Big Finish’s Eighth Doctor Adventures.

Think about it.

Every time she dies, it could just be another Zygon dying and they could keep her true body alive to make other Zygons into her.

The Zygons are the monster in the 50th, which is where we’ll probably learn who she really is.

PLOT TWEEEST! - Clara is a Cylon.

haha

Annabell Reed (OC) from Grab A Byte. Sexy Sketch!! (She’s...

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:47:00 -0400

Annabell Reed (OC) from Grab A Byte. Sexy Sketch!!

(She’s a “computer being”)

http://jayemma.wix.com/fiction

Chin Boy by ~Jessimie also - http://jayemma.wix.com/fiction

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 14:48:57 -0400

Chin Boy by ~Jessimie

also - http://jayemma.wix.com/fiction

Alright, Matty boy - I’ve finally accepted you as The...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 23:39:33 -0400

Alright, Matty boy - I’ve finally accepted you as The Doctor. You are killin’ it this season. Thanks for the performance. <3

-JM

CH5 LOE Snippet

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 20:26:00 -0400

CH5 LOE Snippet:

“Why not?” I asked, perplexed. “Have you not lived among females before?”

With the look of embarrassed astonishment on his face, I would guess not.

“Is it not natural for males and females to share living space?” I go on, wondering if I had somehow got something wrong in my studies.

Ch5 LOE

"Writing is like running a mile. You can see the end of this godamn chapter - it’s so close -..."

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 11:24:05 -0400

“Writing is like running a mile. You can see the end of this godamn chapter - it’s so close - but… so far - if you could just… damnit I’m walking the rest of the way…”

- Me - Jay Emma

SO...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:14:41 -0400

My fellow Doctor Who fans are buzzing as much as I am about who Clara is and what’s gonna happen when THE question is asked. A lot of theories are being thrown out there and after viewing these and spending way too much time researching this, these seems to be the most evident connections:

There is definitely something being built up with The Great Intelligence (a classic Who foe that has been making appearances quite often lately)

Aslo - I think it’s safe to say that there are clues hidden all the way back from the 5th season - considering that is when the Silence was first brought up. Way to pull an extreme RTD. Who knew?!

IT IS DRIVING ME NUTS ON WHO THE DOCTOR REALLY IS!

Best Clara Theories Iv’e read:

- She is a well conceived trap for the Doctor with all his favorite traits from old companions. She’s been specially created to lure him

- She is a projection (idea) the Doctor created with all his favorite past companion traits

THINGS TO NOTE:

- Clara isn’t getting aliens translations from the TARDIS

- Everything with Clara has been telepathically themed

- 23 is important

-In Asylum of the Daleks - A drop of green glowy slim drips nonchalantly onto Rory’s face before he gets up to investigate.

-The Doctor actually mentions ”granddaughter” in TRoA. This doesn’t seem like just some script fluff. It seems like an important undertone. Will Susan be making a reappearance?

- There have already been 2 major attempts at the Doctor’s life by the Silence. They aren’t defeated yet.