Karrin Murphy RP blog. Spoilers possible but anything beyond Cold Days will be tagged. Completely open to OC/AU. This blog may have adult/dark themes and triggers, they may not be tagged -- if you need/want something tagged please TELL me and I will do my best to respect that. Please check out my rules (and for those not familiar with the Dresdenverse check out my "About Murphy" page for a character breakdown), and then drop me a line and we'll see what we can do!
"Oh my"

thelessercarpenter:

thelessercarpenter:

"Oh, hello, Ms. Murphy. Are you alright there? That was quite a spill"

"Well, I’m glad to ensure that you don’t need a third leg again", Michael replied. She’d been miserable hobbling along with a cane. 

"How’s your third leg going? About ready to get rid of it?" Murphy queried with a smile, glancing up at Michael again. God it hurt to see such a badass benched.

http://timelordgifs.tumblr.com/post/92783920903/i-just-want-you-to-know-there-are-worlds-out timelordgifs

sorcerouscheerleader:

tiny-fierce:

timelordgifs:

I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her — while she can never remember. … But for one moment… one shining moment… she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe.

I sobbed over Rose.

I absolutely LOST IT over Donna.

She wasn’t my favourite character, but can you IMAGINE — you live your whole life thinking you’re a screw up, you’re not important, you’re ‘just a temp.’

And then some man appears and you go on a wild ride and save universes - at first just helping him and sassing him, and then finally becoming the ACTUAL saviour not just his companion, the hero of your own story.

And then… you have to lose it all or you die. You were the most important person in the world and you will never, ever, get to know it. And you go back to life as ‘just a temp’ and you’re not important and you never know.

Tears. Me. The. Fuck. Apart.

(( I was SO MAD when he took that away from her. “No no no no please no!”  she pleaded with him. She pleaded to let her die rather then erase the strength she had won. I makes me SO ANGRY! ))

We got to see how selfish the Doctor was in that moment too. He’d rather take it all away from her than let her die, despite what she wanted.

"Oh my"

thelessercarpenter:

tiny-fierce:

thelessercarpenter:

"Oh, hello, Ms. Murphy. Are you alright there? That was quite a spill"

"…er, hey, Michael." She responded awkwardly, "sorry about that." She pushed herself back from him, "probably need to learn to watch where I’m going on ice."

"Well, not all of us get to be Winter Knight and never fall on ice, even at a sprint", Michael told her, chuckling. 

Karrin broke a smile and shrugged, “at least I don’t have to use the cane anymore. Although if you hadn’t caught me that story might have been different.”

http://tiny-fierce.tumblr.com/post/93422824141/is-that-my-shirt tiny-fierce
"Is that my shirt?"

theraveneyedscribe:

tiny-fierce:

"Yes," Murphy commented without looking up, "mine was covered in blood. Needed something." She continued field-stripping her gun.

"well I’m not going to rat you out." He says  drawing up the sheets, and glancing to the clock. it was early, earlier than he usually got up. "I’ll close the curtains." He says wrapping the sheets around hi’m covering his lower body and most of his chest, though some of the scaring could be seen. "so why did you need a hiding place so bad? something hunting you?" He asked closing the curtains.

Murphy glanced over at him as he got up and smoothed her finger over a spring before working to put the p226 back together again with practice motions. “Yeah. Gun jammed. It tried to gut me. Did a pretty good job. I bolted. So now I’m here. Oh, I delved into your first aid kit too.”

Anonymous asked:
i just wanna say thank you so much for hawaii >.< they way u write murphy makes it realy easy to picture myself there and its so hot and i enjoy it maybe too much

O_O;;; I— I u—uh.

I’m really glad you’re enjoying it.

I’m stunned so many people are, but glad.

Anonymous asked:
Aren't you just a side blog for Murphy? You're just smutting with yourself.

callmehellhound:

Hey tiny-fierce are we the same person?

Not the last time I checked ;)

HA! I wish I wrote smut that well.

"Oh my"

thelessercarpenter:

"Oh, hello, Ms. Murphy. Are you alright there? That was quite a spill"

"…er, hey, Michael." She responded awkwardly, "sorry about that." She pushed herself back from him, "probably need to learn to watch where I’m going on ice."

Anonymous asked:
Is that my shirt? [callmehellhound]

"Yes," Murphy responded casually, stretching her feet out languidly as she reclined on the couch in one of his button-downs. "Looked comfy."

Expected

callmehellhound:

Kincaid held the shaking, frightened, prideful woman close. Somehow her struggles had drained him more than most sparring sessions.”I know, Karrin. I’m here for you. Hate me if you must, but I’m here for you.” He said as he knelt to the ground, taking her with him. The words came to him, but he bit them back. Saying these words would put her in so much danger. He pressed his head into her hair, his words barely audible above her pleas.

"I love you, Karrin"

She panted for air as he knelt, the new angle smothering her ability to struggle with him even more so. He was just so much larger than she was, and he had the superior leverage and angle at the moment. She’d let him get his hands on her and that had been a fatal error. If he’d meant to kill her.

She squirmed restlessly, and when he whispered those words…

Her elbow drove back toward his chest as hard as her little form could and she twisted violently, trying to jerk away, “don’t you dare fucking say that!”

http://tiny-fierce.tumblr.com/post/93422824141/is-that-my-shirt tiny-fierce
"Is that my shirt?"

theraveneyedscribe:

tiny-fierce:

"Yes," Murphy commented without looking up, "mine was covered in blood. Needed something." She continued field-stripping her gun.

"so you take my shirt?" he asks wondering how she got even got into his hotel room. "what are you doing here?"

She finished pulling her gun apart and began fiddling with it, trying to figure out what had made it jam and glancing up at him impatiently, “yes, I needed a shirt.” She muttered, “and I’m hiding.”

Titan