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fantasyverses · 2 years

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I JUST SAW THE MIGHTY NEIN ANIMATED INTRO. I HAD TO PLAY IT LIKE SIX TIMES IN A ROW, I PRACTICALLY MEMOROZED THE LYRICS NOW. I AM IN LOVE WITH IT, I DON'T THINK I HAVE EVER SEEN ANYTHING SO EPIC AND BEAUTIFUL AND EVERY TIME I SEE IT I AM IN TEARS. AND NOT JUST BECAUSE OF THE GRAVE BUT IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL AND MEANINGFUL AND SWEET AND TOUCHING AND BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY AND I DO TRY, I WILL NEVER CREATE ANYTHING SO BEAUTIFUL AND EPIC AND AHDKLFIXNXMS

Yes, I'm fine. How're you?

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ggeneralgrunt · 25 days

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ive been so unfair to life. ungrateful—not the other way around

i treasure life more than i know when i allow myself to dwell in its brevity

sometimes i like to think of it as short. other times it feels long enough. just right; goldilocks

there is so much you can unlock within yourself when you choose to not shy away from life itching its lock-pick gently at the key-hole of your conscience

remain kind. remain gentle. remain amiable. or stick to as you please. whichever you feel best in, but don’t let yourself be consumed

there is a difference between harmless and kindness. do not remove your teeth. keep them for when they will be needed. for the meantime, keep a steady hold of them so they do not sink into another’s flesh

introduce others to life for me

i am fair to life. grateful—and it is the same to me.

#be kind #positivity #positive thoughts #kindness #you are loved #life #healing #gratitude #hope #hopecore #things get better #somehow #somewhen #in some way #in some intensity

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rugrt · 23 days

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somewhat, somewhere, and somehow, but they're all people

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Somewhat, a kid who always had a knack for hoarding and organizing

Somewhere, the dad who loved to travel

Lastly, Somehow, the cousin who always looked out for the family in times of distress

After the deaths of Somewho, the odd brother who always kept himself hidden, and Somewhy, the cheerfully curious sister, Somewhen, their mother, ran away in the dead of night, never to be seen again. The remaining family has never been the same.

You are someone who, through a series of events related to wanting to become a unique and famous person, have stumbled upon this broken and mysterious family. You think you have gained a lead, you found somebody who claims to have seen somewhen.

"Someday, I'll find the key that unlocks this mystery. Someway." You whisper to yourself, scanning your notes for something, just a single piece to connect the puzzle.

Sometime later, you find it.

#writing prompt #writing prompts #somewhat #somewhere #somehow #somewho #somewhy #somewhen #someone #somebody #someday #someway #sometime #this started off as a question about why somewhat somewhere and somehow are used #and why somewho somewhy and sonewhen arent #somersault

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tsuchiman · 8 months

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#Parrallx #Somewhen #music #Bandcamp

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screechfoxes · 6 months

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you know what i would be quietly sad about the end of, when tumblr's day does eventually come? gifsets

there's no other site that's really set up for them to flourish like they do in tumblr's particular ecosystem - certainly not any that aren't running into the same problems of profitability and without being owned by a corporation making money elsewhere.

you could host edits on art sites, and maybe singular gifs on the twitter-alikes and the reddits of the world, but painstakingly crafted gifsets? much less viable

#i'm not JUST saying this as someone who has enjoyed learning how to make gifs in the last year or two #maybe i should do a gifmaking challenge somewhen so i actually make more #personal

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wandixx · 2 months

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Ghost of fries and hero of cookies final part

All work words count: 14 643 Words in this part: 244 Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway This part summary: What happened to Dani (author needs a certificate for being little shit) Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Dani packed her stuff as soon as she got back from patrol. While doing it, she called Tuck and Sam to coordinate travel plan with them and to make sure she heard where and when correctly. Danny’s birthday were coming, an alien’s autograph would be a good present. Unfortunately she wouldn’t have time to get any of his merch on her way so the sky map she printed in Gotham’s Public Library would have to make it. Because of Sam’s demand she stocked herself in protein bars, other high calorie snacks and tons of drinks. Guy at the register looked disturbed but correctly guessed it wasn’t his business. Thanks for physics meets magic mess that made her backpack lighter. It worked like thermos in a way, though she didn’t even try to understand it.

This flight was going to be challenge not only to her speed but also, mostly, her stamina.

Ancients let her survive.

Turns out, phones couldn’t survive falling from over a hundred feet at around 60 miles per hour. Well she had all important numbers (Jazz, Val, Tuck, Sam non- and yes-emergency Danny) on paper phased inside her hip. From Sam’s money she could buy one in Los Angeles and explain the change of number then. She would have to come up with an excuse though.

She wasn’t going to admit she got distracted and bumped into a bunch of pigeons, got startled and dropped her phone like a silly child.

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I know I could and should post it with previous part but I wanted to build the tension.

Batfam: We will finally meet our almost niece! Dani: Oh, look, plot convienient reason to leave city fast! Dani was setting up most intense and insane work-out playlist known to mankind to get her through her journey when she bumped with these pigeons face first

Starting notes are longer than this part.

Shit, I really should put it with previous part but the tension and potential for drama aaaa I couldn't resist

and @audhumla-sailor is an enabler

Tag list: @pickleking8 @mynameisnotlaura

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he cares about her deeply #As much as i didn't know what i was doing while writing this #(joker goons bit was written last)#(name announcement was somewhen along or after steph learning about dani)#(training talk came around also then or a bit later during writing of Batfam confrontation)#this was supposed to happen from the start #just not fully socialized Dani forgetting that saying goodbye is a thing and leaving without the word #for some completely safe mundane reason #while all the friends she made and people associated with them are freaking out #because she literally disappeared #wanished without a word #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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licollisa · 11 months

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Longingly looking at sans plush @ an online shop app and I noticed it was under the baby tooth toys category

#sometime somewhen somewhere on earth a sans plush is getting chewed by a baby

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capybaraonabicycle · 17 days

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Omg I will of course leave the final fic choice up to you, but doesn't "True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)" sound like the perfect setup to a Twissy fic 👀

Thank you, love!

~1.5 k words, so much for "let me just write 5 sentences for you real quick". But it's, of course, because you are right, this prompt was made for twissy 🥰

I have not actually read this again, so beware. But here you go :)

[ID: gif of Missy's face in close up, smiling down like she is pitying someone mockingly. end ID]

“Can't you move a bit faster?”

If silly little companion pulled on her sleeve any more roughly, he was going to lose that new hand of his. Or maybe his nose, she wasn't really picky. The nose might taste better, Missy mused. She was quite sure it was the original one and not some cyborg-technology the Doctor had partly scavenged, partly cooked up himself. But that reasoning implied she had paid attention to the egg-head's babblings and she had a general policy never to do that.

It was lucky, comic relief had paid closer attention to her, however, because she didn't even need to voice her threat. Breathing out her nose audibly and baring her teeth sufficed easily and he squeaked, jumped, dropped her hand and hurried on a few inches further away from her.

“I am a time lady, snickerdoodle” she drawled, making a point of walking a tad more measuredly instead of hurrying up. “I always walk at the exact right speed.”

The Doctor's snack had the audacity to huff but he wisely chose not to talk back.

“It- it is just” he stuttered instead, “the Doctor, he is -”

“-dying?” she finished, already bored. “That's his usual Thursday, pup.”

“He asked for you!” the idiot-in-training blurted out and despite herself, Missy stopped and blinked.

“He did?” Now that were exciting news for a change. A bright smile grew on her face, simultaneously with the rising panic in plucky assistant's eyes.

“He said you could save him” he whispered, somehow managing to have his voice creak when he wasn't even properly using it.

“He did?” Missy repeated and by now her smile was positively giddy. Eggy started whimpering softly.

Missy didn't give him time to gather his bearings, instead grabbing his arm forcefully in turn, making him jump again. She brought her face close to his for good measure, revelling at the terror in his expression.

“Why. Didn't. You. Say. So. Immediately?” she asked, her voice stuck on the same note throughout the words, too high, too cheerful to be anything but disconcerting. “Hurry up, pet: I've got a day to save!”

He shuddered away from her and picked up the pace again, not looking back. But this time she was right there with him, excitement surging through her veins. The Doctor was in actual danger, helpless, pathetic and he had asked for her. Because he loved her. Because he needed her. And – most importantly – she would get to gloat. Once she had saved him. Which she obviously would. No matter what idiotic thing he had done, her silly sausage, she would get him up and running in no-time. She was his best friend, after all. His very best friend.

They reached the Doctor's office only a few minutes later, and Missy immediately noticed how serious the situation was. The psychic waves coming from him were all over the place – and not in the fun, chaotic way they usually were – they usually were a lot subtler as well, some things he had learnt in his thousand years of spacetravel – they were hurtful almost, full of pain and distress. She knew he was lying on the ground before she saw him, knew he was still conscious, too, even though his other little munch was convinced of the opposite. Missy paid her little mind how she was sitting on the floor with him, crying and mumbling affirmations. She only got in the way, really, with the way she was cradling the Doctor's head in her lap, she couldn't help him after all.

“I am here, oh, apple of my eye” Missy exclaimed dramatically, dropping to the floor at his side with great flourish.

“I don't, I don't think, he can hear you” girl-companion hiccuped through her tears, but Missy waved her interjection away.

“Of course he can, silly-billy” she huffed, reaching for the Doctor's hand that had come to lie on his stomach. She pressed it to her chest, holding on tightly.

“I am here” she whispered. “Tell me, Doctor, what do you need?”

Oh, she liked playing the hero. Being the one who held the Doctor's life in their hands. Being the one everyone looked at with those worshippy, wide eyes. She thought, right now, she could fathom why he had gotten addicted to it.

“We think he got cursed” supplementary fuss said behind her back. “We were on Tigella, and there was this sceptre. The Doctor touched -”

The last of the words died in his throat when Missy whirled around to him.

“Do you know what you're talking about?” she asked sweetly, but didn't give him a chance to answer. “No, you don't. So shut up before I change my mind and make a nice soup out of the three of you instead of helping. - okay?”

She fluttered her eyelids to emphasize the point and his mouth snapped shot, his jaw tightening.

“Thank you, much appreciated.” Missy turned towards the Doctor again, nearing her ear to his mouth. “Doctor, what do you need?”

“I need -” he rasped and french-fries-friendywend gasped when she heard him speak, almost making Missy miss his next words. Did these bumbling humans ever learn? “- a kiss. From – my worst enemy.”

“Awww” Missy bit her lip, drawing back. He needed his arch-enemy! And he had thought of her. “How very touching! I am so honoured, I am not even gonna bargain.”

He didn't answer or open his eyes, but there was a pleased twitch around his mouth that made her press his hand.

“I have to say though, Doctor,” she purred, leaning in again, “if you wanted for me to kiss you, there would have been easier ways to ask than going through the trouble of getting cursed.”

Now he snorted and measured by the state he was in, this tiny bit of banter was the greatest love confessions out of all the ones he had bestowed upon her today already.

“Come on, now - “ he coughed, “Missy. You would – have never – been content with – any – thing less – elaborate.”

“True” she smirked. She was hovering right above him now. “And I appreciate the effort, darling.”

His lips moved, searching hers, and she waited just another second, savouring the moment. Then human-thingy coughed pointedly and she drew it out yet another second, simply to antagonise her. But his breath was getting visibly shallower and there was a slight tremble in his hand. Plus, his lips looked chapped like burnt Earth and just as inviting. So, finally, she led their mouths together, her hand slipping across the extra's leg to support his head.

The moment their lips touched, it was like the life flooded back into him, his mouth's movement becoming more purposeful and his tongue meeting hers cordially when she slipped it past his teeth. His free hand even twitched, like he was trying to grasp her frock.

Of their own accord, Missy's eyes closed and for a moment she lost herself in the feeling of their lips meeting, the familiar taste of his tongue, the desperate way his breath fanned her chin and cheek, reminiscent of many breathless nights spent together, oh so long ago.

But then, his movement slowed, a distressed sound escaping his throat. Before Missy could decide whether to draw back – finally killing the Doctor by kissing him to death would have been an end she could have deemed worthy of their friendship – a rough hand was on her shoulder, pulling her away from him. She hissed and whirled around, biting hard into the offending limp. So, the sniveller had decided he didn't need this body part, after all, it seemed.

He cried out, pulling his hand away from her mouth with a pathetic whine. Missy spat out some blood and fake skin with a huff. It tasted as horribly as she had expected.

“What did you do that for?” he sobbed.

“Don't touch me, crybaby” she huffed, turning back around to the Doctor.

He was still lying motionless, if possible even paler now.

“Why didn't this work?” his pillow croaked, close to tears again. Missy drew her eyebrows together in agreement. Indeed. Why hadn't it? It should have worked, she had been supposed to save the day!

For some reason, the Doctor was smiling. Mind, it was barely visible, frail as he was, but Missy could read his face like a book in every incarnation and that so was his satisfied smile.

“Seems like,” he mumbled, “we aren't – strictly – enemies anymore, love.”

“Of course, we are, don't be stupid” she pressed out. Only now she noticed how desperately she was clutching his hand, it was almost like she was trying to imitate spare-parts over at the door who was licking his own injured paw.

“Don't smile” she told the Doctor off, and she was sounding more serious than she had any right to be. “You are dying and I am your enemy. You don't get to smile at that.”

She was sure, if he had had any strength left, his smile would have grown now.

“I am – sorry, Missy” he breathed instead, “but I must – ask you – to fetch – Da – Davros.”

Missy felt her mouth drop open in shock and humiliation. Davros? Fucking Davros got to save her Doctor??

This was rock bottom.

Thank you for reading, I hope it is about what you envisioned <3