#action/adventure prompts

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,299

"Well, that was hell and a half,"

[jamsmemes]

(     *     DOOM: ANNIHILATION PROMPTS   !    

feel free to change pronouns / details as needed  !

❛ you’ve gotta be kidding me. ❜

❛ don’t be jealous. ❜

❛ you got a lucky pair of undies? what makes them lucky? ❜

❛ wouldn’t you love to find out? ❜

❛ you look good. ❜

❛ this is sort of a promotion for me. ❜

❛ we are violating the laws of physics. ❜

❛ is all this information gonna be on the test? ❜

❛ so, what’s the danger? ❜

❛ you fucked up. ❜

❛ do i make myself clear? ❜

❛ come on, move your ass. ❜

❛ in order to fight the enemy, you gotta stop fighting yourself. ❜

❛ i’m the one who should be nervous, not you. ❜

❛ i wanna be with you, i wanna come home. ❜

❛ it’s good to see you. ❜

❛ what’s the problem? ❜

❛ we have an urgent developing situation. ❜

❛ i thought you’ve never been here before. ❜

❛ what the fuck is that? ❜

❛ ugh. not this again. ❜

❛ they are gonna rue the day they fuck with me. ❜

❛ you got your toy, i got mine. ❜

❛ something’s wrong? ❜

❛ it’s like a tomb. ❜

❛ who the fuck designed this place? ❜

❛ if you’re about to say what i think you’re gonna say, i’m gonna shoot you in the face. ❜

❛ where are we going? ❜

❛ where the fuck is everybody? ❜

❛ found a body. he’s one of ours. ❜

❛ how can i help you? ❜

❛ through wrath will come justice. ❜

❛ no escape this time. ❜

❛ this doesn’t make any sense. ❜

❛ we’ve got to be close. let’s keep looking. ❜

❛ i thought i saw something. ❜

❛ identify yourself. ❜

❛ show me your hands! ❜

❛ what the fuck is that? ❜

❛ we’re safe now. you’re gonna be just fine. ❜

❛ what’s going on? ❜

❛ are you fucking crazy? ❜

❛ that’s what i’m trying to tell you. ❜

❛ we have a situation. ❜

❛ we need to get out of here! ❜

❛ we need to find the others. ❜

❛ fuck this, i’m too young to die! ❜

❛ get back here! ❜

❛ let’s go. come on. i got you. ❜

❛ are they gone? ❜

❛ i’m not playing anymore! ❜

❛ nice shooting. ❜

❛ i deserved that. ❜

❛ there’s something you’re not telling us. ❜

❛ i fucking knew it! ❜

❛ you’re alive! thank god! you’re here. ❜

❛ will you please try again? ❜

❛ well, i can’t just sit here. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, but i can’t let you leave. ❜

❛ what do you mean, you can’t let me leave? ❜

❛ no one’s allowed to leave. ❜

❛ you will reveal whatever i damn well ask you to reveal. ❜

❛ if the human race wants to live on, it has to find a new home. ❜

❛ it doesn’t take a fucking genius to figure it out. ❜

❛ don’t be ridiculous. ❜

❛ this was just a setback. ❜

❛ did you just call what happened today a setback? ❜

❛ this is not your decision. ❜

❛ i will not allow it! ❜

❛ faith costs nothing. ❜

❛ any chance i can get something to drink? ❜

❛ can you open the door? ❜

❛ what are you looking for? maybe i can be of assistance. ❜

❛ get out of the way! ❜

❛ stay with me. ❜

❛ you said you couldn’t remember. ❜

❛ we’re stuck here. ❜

❛ i didn’t ask for your life story. ❜

❛ thanks, but no thanks. ❜

❛ when we don’t report back, they’ll send a rescue party. ❜

❛ if we’re gonna die, i would rather go down fighting. ❜

❛ i might not be a scientist, but i’m not an idiot. ❜

❛ that’s not exactly how it happened. ❜

❛ i’m sure you’ve got your side of the story. ❜

❛ we all make mistakes. i certainly do. ❜

❛ i never said that. ❜

❛ i remember everything. ❜

❛ you have your orders. i have mine. ❜

❛ this place is enormous. ❜

❛ let’s go get this son of a bitch. ❜

❛ what are they gonna do, sue me? ❜

❛ i ignored the order, thinking i knew best, thinking i could be a hero. ❜

❛ you’ve overcome so much in your life, you can overcome this. ❜

❛ i’ve never heard you curse before. ❜

❛ someone found a shiny new toy. ❜

❛ what i thought was punishment turned out to be my salvation. ❜

❛ you can’t kill what’s already dead. ❜

❛ humans. is there anything more pathetic? ❜

❛ have faith that in your darkest moment you won’t be alone. ❜

❛ where am i? ❜

❛ i just wanna check your condition. ❜

❛ i’m fine. i could use a drink. ❜

❛ how, may i ask, did you end up here? ❜

❛ you need to shut this down. ❜

❛ did you hear what i fucking said? ❜

❛ what are you doing? ❜

❛ we are gonna look after you. ❜

[writing-to-survive]

#197

"I'm not too sure about this plan of yours anymore."

"Relax. The worst that could happen is that we die."

"Oh? Well then, let's go on three."

[gardenofchrome]

Pacific Rim Masterlist

The playlist you can listen to in the background while reading

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Ⅳ

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Ⅵ

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Nightmare [r.becket]

Forgive Me [c&h.hansen]

Blood Shoe [m.mori]

𝐂. 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍

P.1

P.2

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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

🍓☽。･:*:･

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

𓊆♡︎𓊇

more coming soon...

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c.hansen

r&y.becket

n.geiszler&h.gottlieb

more coming soon...

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ᴄʟᴇᴀ ʙᴀʟʟɪᴏʟ

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 105

As the figure approached, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You know, it's funny how everyone expects the hero to win every time."

The heroes, caught off guard by his nonchalant demeanor, exchanged uncertain glances before one of them retorted, "Well, that's how it goes. Heroes always prevail. It's the way of the story."

He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Seems like a narrow view of things, don't you think?"

Their confidence waning, the heroes tried to muster their courage. "You won't win this time. We'll make sure of it," they declared, their voices tinged with desperation.

With a shrug, he replied, "Guess we'll find out soon enough."

In a sudden flurry of action, he overpowered them with ease, leaving the heroes stunned and defeated. As they lay defeated at his feet, he sighed softly.

"You never stood a chance," he mused, shaking his head at their misguided certainty.

[whumpadventureprompts]

Hiding

During an attack, the team tries to whisk Caretaker and Whumpee to safety, but they lose track of Whumpee in the chaos. Once they're safe, despite their own injuries, Caretaker won't stop asking where Whumpee is and if they're safe.

[wasted-and-ready]

If You're Going Through Hell: Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Prompt: Shot with an Arrow ( @badthingshappenbingo )

Donnie watched as Leo stumbled backwards; a crossbow bolt had pierced his plastron and was lodged in his upper chest. Another one slammed into his thigh. Leo fell to his hands and knees and Donnie leapt up. He stood over his brother, deflecting bolts with the katana.

READ ON AO3

[eleinwrites]

“Breaking Out”

100 word writing challenge: genre: action/adventure action: eating an egg word to include: beam

Final version, 100 words:

The whole world is tight. Confining. You shift, trying to make space where there isn't any. Then: Crack!

You finally manage to uncurl, and get attacked by a beam of light, brighter than anything. The pressure shifts and noise become clearer: crunches, slurps, and cut off wails.

Shell shards dribble from a mouth larger than your previous universe.

Your old world had been tight and muffled. The new one is bright, loud and dangerous.

You grin and bare your teeth.

You hiss at the predator bigger than the universe, and bravely run away into the unknown, no ending in sight.

Longer version, that I liked better:

Everything is tight. The whole world is confined with no room to stretch and darkness is defused light and you shift your muscles trying to make space where there isn’t any. With a full body flex, there is a Crack!

Loud and abrupt and tight against your body, the confining shell shifts. The muffled cracks and crunches that made up the background noise of the universe have context. But the slurping noises and cut off wails are still unexplained. 

You flex and shift and stretch and finally managed to uncurl, and are immediately hit in the eye by a beam of light like an attack, brighter than anything you could have imagined. There are egg shards everywhere but only some of them broken from the inside. Other shards fall from a mouth larger than the previous universe you had known, and grasping claws raise whole eggs to be crunched between sharp teeth.

You are wet and shivering and if the world you'd been in before was tight and muffled, the new one is bright and harsh and loud and dangerous.

You grin and bare your teeth.

You push your quivering legs to stand, filled your lungs for the first time, hiss at the creature bigger than the universe, and bravely run away into the unknown world, no ending in sight.

[riversofmars]

The conclusion to "From The Beginning To The End Of Time"! Hope you enjoyed the story <3

Chapter 8: On The Day They First Met

“So, the time-crossed lovers,” the Doctor dropped into an armchair and Missy pursed her lips, eyeing him with the watchful curiosity of a bird of prey. She rounded her piano and perched on the bench, tilting her head expectantly.

“What about them?” She queried with carefully curated disinterest in every syllable.

“Good story, don’t you think?” He retorted, holding aloft a well-worn paperback. Colourful sticky notes were poking out of the pages.

“If you like that sort of thing,” the Time Lady gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “I mean, it’s a bit sickening, isn’t it, those lesser species and their constant LONGING for each other. Ugh. I mean, I understand why he did it, the Toymaker,” she gave a theatrical sigh.

“So you know it was Helen and Liv?” The Doctor deduced without looking at her as he flicked through the pages.

“That’s what they were called? I forget. They all look the same,” Missy shot back and quickly grew annoyed by the lack of attention he was paying her, so she probed more directly: “Is there a particular reason why we’re discussing this thrilling topic?” While she didn’t really care, she was curious as to why he was bringing it up. Surely, for him, the issue should have been dealt with lifetimes ago.

“The ending,” he carried on, unfazed by her impatient tone.

“Doesn’t exist,” she sighed. Of course there had been an ending to the story, just not one that the rest of the universe was privy to.

“It does. I was there,” he smiled and she rolled her eyes.

“Big surprise,” she quipped back sarcastically. “Also somewhat disappointing, I was sort of hoping they would be left wandering Time till the end of their days. I mean, wouldn’t have been very long anyway, would it? Humans. Blink of an eye. There. Gone. Ah well,” she snapped her fingers for effect but the Doctor remained calm and quiet, waiting out her rant. She huffed, dissatisfied that he wasn’t taking the bait, so she pushed on: “So are you going to share with the class? Did they find each other and cry big ugly tears of joy?”

“That’s for me to know and you to imagine,” he smiled.

“Then WHY are we having this POINTLESS conversation?” She exclaimed, her annoyance seeking an outlet.

“You could have been in this story,” he gave the book a shake for emphasis and she gaped.

“Perish the thought!”

“There are all manner of stories about all of us. You and me, as well. We have touched so many places, so many people, of course there are stories about us, like there are of them,” the Doctor elaborated and Missy narrowed her eyes, hoping he would be getting to the point of the matter. Of course she knew his words to be true. She couldn’t count the times she had visited primitive worlds and become a god in their folklore. “The Toymaker thought he was giving them an empty ending, but instead, he has given them a legacy. A story, far more powerful than anything you can ever hope to achieve. Every civilisation they visited has a story of their journey, there are fables, fairytales, songs about them. There is a mural of them waiting on the opposite ends of time in the Hall of Remembrance.”

“What is the POINT?” Missy interrupted, thoroughly annoyed by his grandstanding.

“None of the stories have an ending because it happened in private and that was for the better and you know why?” He carried on, unimpressed.

“Enlighten me,” she sighed exasperated.

“Everybody can imagine what they like,” he burst into a grin and got to his feet. “It’s not set in stone. The story can be reinvented in a hundred, a thousand, a million different ways and the ending can be changed,” he explained, arguing passionately, and finished with his eyes fixed on her. “Like your ending.”

“Oh please,” Missy scoffed.

“You want to be good? Alright. Your story isn’t over yet so I should know better than to put off the possibility for a different ending. Surprise me,” he stated and placed his hands in his pockets. “Write your own ending.”

“And will you tell me how they ended?” The Time Lady countered after a moment of silence in which his words hung in the air, full of hope that neither of them was quite able or willing to accept just yet.

“Would you like to know?” He grinned and Missy found that she did, though her pride forbade her to admit as much. No, they weren’t there yet. But perhaps her curiosity was a good sign in itself. Instead of revealing any of her conflicting thoughts, she simply sniped:  

“Would it have restorative, uplifting value, teaching me that goodness prevails and the bad people lose?”

“What do you think?” The Doctor winked.

---

Liv felt the familiar chill of late autumn in London, 1963, when she teleported to the back of the National Museum, out of the public eye. The Dalek timeship hung in orbit around Earth, invisible in the light of day, and Liv hoped the remote control of the teleport worked from where she was. And even if it didn’t, she thought, she would have no more need of the Dalek ship, if worst came to worst. She was where she needed to be. All she had to do was wait for Helen.

She looked around, wrapping her arms around herself to brace against the cold. She hadn’t stipulated when and where exactly to meet but she figured Helen would know not to risk running into their previous selves. The back of the museum seemed like a good bet. Over the years, Liv had come to realise how very much in tune they were, she would surely draw the same conclusions. It was just a matter of time. The med-tech didn’t let the fact that Helen wasn’t here yet trouble her. She had read her message. She was on her way, there was no doubt about it. She had all day to arrive and the thought of soon being able to have her fiancé in her arms again made her heart race.

“My my… she’s not here, is she?” A voice sounded right behind her, a presence suddenly in her personal space, and she jumped, whirling around.

“You!” Liv exclaimed, overcoming the moment of shock quickly and lunged herself at the Celestial Toymaker to shove him but all she did was fall through his momentarily translucent shape. She stumbled but managed to catch herself.

“Yes, me,” he laughed and turned to face her. “I must commend you, you have done rather well, haven’t you?” He looked around and tutted. It certainly was a change from where he had left her. “Really quite resourceful, it has been entertaining to follow.” Then he fixed his eyes on her once more and hummed: “Shame she isn’t coming.”

“Where is Helen?” Liv pressed through gritted teeth. She should have expected things wouldn’t go smoothly, they never did! Before dread could settle too heavily on her, a familiar, comforting voice cut in.

“LIV!”

The med-tech looked around to see the Doctor charging towards her. He seemed to have appeared at the same time as the Toymaker and the TARDIS stood off to the side. She didn’t take a moment to second guess, she simply allowed herself to be pulled into a tight embrace.

“Doctor…” She whispered in disbelief and relief. It had been such a long time for her, she hadn’t dreamt she would see him again, even if she found Helen, the chances of finding him too… the only reasonable explanation was that he had been looking for her as well. He looked no different than the last time she had seen him. It seemed as though his journey had been significantly shorter than her own. It didn’t matter, she simply rested against him for a moment, drawing strength from the knowledge that she wasn’t alone in whatever came next.

“Yes, heartwarming,” the Toymaker observed sarcastically. “I suppose I can let you have one of your friends back…”

“Oh you, you will bloody well do more than that!” Liv pulled away from the Doctor, the momentary joy for seeing her friend gave way to her anger. “Where is Helen? She should be here!”

“And she would be if she had the other half of your message,” the Celestial Toymaker observed in amusement and pulled part of the plate that Liv had recorded her message on from inside his robes. The plate had been broken in two, a feat Time hadn’t been able to accomplish, but for a would-be god such as a Toymaker it had been child’s play.

“YOU CHEAT!” Liv bellowed but the Immortal simply laughed.

“That’s what I said,” the Doctor hummed and grabbed hold of his friend’s upper arm, clearly worried she would throw herself at him once more.

“I was always under the impression that the Doctor’s friends were meant to be oh-so-clever. I would like to see it proven,” the Celestial Toymaker carried on mocking. “But since I can see only one of them… I fear I might end up winning this bet.”

“A bet? Is that all it was?” The Doctor scowled at him.

“You are playing with people’s lives!” Liv exclaimed, trying to free herself from her friend’s firm grasp.

“The only worthwhile game to be playing,” the would-be god gave back dismissively.

“Come on, Liv, we’re going to find her,” the Doctor decided that he had seen and heard enough. Helen wouldn’t come here, there was no point in hanging around. He had one of his friends back and that was a start. He pulled her along to the TARDIS. “We will-”

“Oh no you won’t!” The Celestial Toymaker yelled and suddenly, their feet froze to the floor. They got stuck halfway to the TARDIS unable to take another step.  

“You have made your point, Toymaker,” the Doctor snapped as he looked back. “Helen won’t be here. You have won whatever bet you have going. Now, leave us to find her in our own time! We have done so before, we will do it again,” he stated defiantly.

“No. No no no. That just won’t do,” the Toymaker shot back. “You wait here, it’s your only chance.”

“What do you mean by that?” Liv demanded furiously.

“If she makes it here, today, I will leave you be. All of you, in fact,” the Immortal adopted an almost accommodating tone, as if he was doing them a great favour which was certainly not what it felt like. He did, however, release the hold he had on them and they were able to move more freely again as he carried on: “But if you try to leave here before then, I will kill you. And I will go to find your little friend and kill her too,” he threatened. “You wait. Like the good ephemeral beings you are. It’s your only chance.”

“Don’t you think you have interfered enough?” The Doctor exclaimed.

“I have barely started,” the Toymaker hissed, taking a threatening step forward, daring him to say or do any more.

“It’s fine, Doctor,” Liv spoke up, her voice calm and collected, as she touched her hand to the Doctor’s arm, indicating for him to stand down.

“It’s fine?” The Time Lord repeated incredulously, his head snapping around. “Liv, everything is the very opposite of fine!” He insisted but she simply shook her head, she wanted him to stop.

“But it will be. She will find her way here. I know it,” she told him firmly and there was no doubt in her voice or her eyes, particularly when she turned her attention back to the Toymaker. 

She gave the friend’s arm a reassuring squeeze, then let go to walk forward, step into the neutral space between them with new-found ease. She pushed her hands in her pockets, hands that weren’t shaking with tension or anxiety anymore, and looked up at the Toymaker who towered over her. She was not intimidated. By stating his intentions, he had, in a way, relieved her of having to keep going and wondering where to turn next. She already knew what would happen and she gave a content smile as she carried on: “I have faith. I love Helen. She loves me. Maybe we’re not immortal, or all-powerful, maybe we are just human but humans have such a capacity for love, that is something the likes of you could never understand. And that’s why you underestimate it. That’s why you underestimate us,” she shook her head, as part of her pitied the Immortal, and her voice grew stronger, more passionate and determined: “In the short, fleeting time we have, we love so much more than your lot do through eternity and that’s why our short time is enough! It is better to spend what little time we have with someone we love fiercely, rather than have an eternity that’s just empty!” She laughed and took a deep breath, blinking away tears before squaring her jaw: “It’s no surprise all you know is cruelty. But you know what? Cruelty does not change the hearts and minds of people. Love however? Now that is a force you should be afraid of. You can’t oppose or defeat what you can’t understand! So I guess, in a way, I should feel sorry for you. All you’ve done is prove to me what love is capable of. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

---

Helen leaned against the door of her TARDIS, fighting tears. They had been tricked. Something - or rather someone in all likelihood - had tricked them and ruined their chances of the joyful reunion they should have had long ago.

Breathe in, breathe out, slow and steady, she told herself as she knew Liv would advise to manage her anxiety and the crippling panic that rose in her chest and made her struggle to draw breath. Was this the end? Had she really come this far only to fall at the final hurdle? She had her own TARDIS, all of space and time at her fingertips but where was she to go with no direction? She was only human. Time would run out for her before she could have scoured every corner of eternity.

She couldn’t keep her tears at bay any longer, they dropped onto her cheeks where she sought to brush them away in frustration but it was no use, they just kept falling. Her task seemed insurmountable but, equally, she couldn’t give up. It wasn’t in her nature. Liv wouldn’t give up either.

“Right then, forward again…” She mumbled to herself and slowly made her way to the console. What was another disappointment at this stage? It was nothing she couldn’t handle. As she touched her fingers to the controls, she felt calmer once more, drawing on the reassuring humming of the engine and the traces of sentience that skirted the edges of her mind. She would be okay. She had to be. And she had to keep going. She had no place in the universe other than wie Liv.  

Suddenly, an alarm sounded, piercing and shrill, impossible to miss.

“What the-” Helen startled out of her melancholy. “What is that?” The TARDIS answered by bringing up an alert on the nearest screen:

“Incoming transmission.”

Helen’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and relief. She had expected something to be wrong with her ship but that was a curious and certainly preferable turn of events, if a confusing one. The last thing she had expected was to receive a message at the beginning of time. Who would even be able to send her a message out here? There was no point in wondering about it when the solution was so painfully simple: she answered the call.

“Oh hello, Miss Sinclair,” Narvin appeared on the screen and the linguist’s heart sank. Part of her had genuinely believed it might have been the Doctor calling or even Liv. Her benefactors on Gallifrey, kind as they had been to give her a TARDIS, were of lesser interest.

“Now is really not a good time,” she answered with a sigh as she didn’t fancy explaining her failure to find Liv where she was until she had come to terms with it herself.

“I disagree. It seems to be the perfect time,” Romana stepped into the frame and shooed her deputy aside. “We have a message for you. It has come the long way around and I’m sure you will be more than interested in hearing it.”

---

In a burst of anger, the Celestial Toymaker lashed out and struck Liv across the face with the back of his hand. The Doctor rushed to catch her as she staggered back and the med-tech gave a bitter chuckle as she straightened up.

“Figures,” she huffed. “That’s the only way you know to deal with things when you’re not getting your way, you-”

Her retort was rudely interrupted by a groaning, wheezing noise, less intrusive than the Doctor’s classic type forty TARDIS and yet unmistakable.

“Liv!” The Doctor directed Liv’s attention towards a fountain that was phasing into existence, a TARDIS with a working chameleon circuit.

“Oh my God…” she breathed and her heart started to race, threatening to jump out of her chest.

“What is this?” The Toymaker growled and the Doctor simply laughed:

“‘I told you so’ on an epic scale.”

There was one terrible, tense moment of anticipation. One moment of complete silence as nothing and no-one dared to move. Liv forgot to breathe as she stared at the fountain with desperate longing. It had to be. Surely. It simply had to be-

“Liv?” Never had Liv heard her name spoken with such awe, such emotion, such love.

The med-tech needed a moment. She squeezed her eyes shut, sending a prayer to the stars, blinking again to reassure herself that she wasn’t imagining things, that her desperate mind wasn’t playing tricks on her and that it really was Helen, stepping out of a TARDIS.

The linguist broke into a run, bridging the moments in which Liv remained stunned and overwhelmed, and slammed into her. Helen flung her arms around her and the med-tech did the same, holding on to her for dear life, as they threatened to topple over.

“Helen?” Liv’s voice trembled, she managed barely more than a whisper but they didn’t need words. Helen buried her face in the crook of her neck and Liv wrapped her arms around her tightly, intent to never let go. For a moment, the world around them faded away. It had been months since they had last seen each other, maybe even years, it was impossible to tell, but the time apart faded into insignificance. What mattered was the here and now and that they were together again.

“NO!” The Celestial Toymaker roared and the Doctor was quick to step protectively in front of his friends.

“YES!” He shot back enthusiastically. “Remember your words, Toymaker! You don’t touch them, or any of us!” He insisted and the Toymaker burst out in anger:

“But how?!” How could Helen have possibly known how to come here?

“Now that is something I am curious to find out as well…” The Doctor admitted and glanced to his friends for an explanation. The Healer and the Scholar, however, very much remained in a world of their own, even as they pulled apart a little to have a conversation at last.

“You made it, you really made it,” Liv mumbled through tears as she ran her fingers through Helen’s hair, and traced the tips of them across her cheeks, catching tears of joy as she went.

“Well, would have been rather rude of me to ignore your message,” the linguist gave back softly, trying to joke but her voice was too laden with emotion to pull off the comic tone.

“I thought he took half of it, I thought-” the med-tech shook her head slowly, failing to see how they had arrived at this wonderful conclusion.

“He did,” Helen agreed, slowly regaining the strength in her voice as she looked towards the Toymaker, who was scowling at them, flushed with anger.

“Then how could you know?!” He snapped in frustration.

“The Doctor - and us, by extension, I suppose - has a lot of friends,” Helen answered and turned towards him, eager to finally give him a piece of her mind. She grasped Liv’s hand firmly, refusing to move as much as an inch from her side as she explained with smug and deserved satisfaction: “Dedicated, lovely, caring people who saw to it that the message got to me.”

“Nobody read it!” The Celestial Toymaker exclaimed. “I took it from the beginning and Artron, the poor fool, surely wouldn’t remember!” He growled.

“UNIT! Just now!” The Doctor realised all of a sudden. “You were waving it in our faces!”

“They can’t possibly have-” The realisation dawned on the Toymaker’s face but he refused to accept it. Two humans in the twenty-first century surely had no influence over the course of events.

“Can’t they?” The Doctor grinned in response.

“The odds of them being able to send a message across the Time Streams from their point in prehistoric-” the Immortal started to argue back but Liv interrupted him pointedly:

“What can I say, we humans are rather clever.”

“They were shouting into the void rather, but the Time Lords relayed the message to my TARDIS,” Helen revealed and added towards the Doctor: “Romana sends her regards and someone called Narvin..?”

“Narvin, that idiot, finally got something right,” Liv huffed while the Time Lord smiled and nodded in response.

“I-” The Toymaker wanted to argue but, really, there was nothing else to say.

“I think you ought to leave now,” the Doctor stated before he had the opportunity to carry on. “A deal is a deal. And a bet lost surely needs owning up to. Off you go,” he told him firmly. “Remember your promise.”

The Celestial Toymaker ground his teeth together. He could just kill them all and for a moment he seriously considered it. At least the humans… but where was the sport in that. Their lives would be over in such a short space of time, it hardly mattered. When he returned to the end of time, they would long by dead and forgotten. He raised his hand to snap his fingers and leave the forsaken place behind.

“Thank you, by the way,” Liv called out before he could depart and he stalled.

“What?” He stared at her incredulously.

“Thank you,” she repeated and a smile spread across her face. Both Helen and the Doctor looked at her with confusion but she carried on unfazed: “While I can’t say I enjoyed the experience of fighting my way through time, you did give us something special.”

“What’s that?” The Toymaker snarled in response.

“A story that will be told and retold until the end of time. Thank you. You made us immortal,” she grinned and the would-be god didn’t dignify her quip with a response, he snapped his fingers and was gone.

“Liv!” Helen laughed in disbelief.

“He was asking for it!” The med-tech gave back with a shrug and a wide grin.

“Come here,” Helen pulled her into her arms once more. “And never go away again.”

“I won’t. Not for anything. Fairly certain if a god can’t keep us apart, nothing else will,” Liv hummed in response and pressed a long awaited and deeply desired kiss to her lips.

“Can we get married now?” The linguist mumbled and rested her forehead to her fiancé’s.

“Yes. But not here,” the Doctor interrupted. “As much as it pains me to admit, 1963 is not the place for that. Off to the TARDIS with you, before we run into our past selves!” With gentle pressure, he turned them around and manoeuvred them towards the TARDIS.

“The CIA will be wanting their TARDIS back,” Helen pointed out, halfway to the familiar blue box.

“And there is a Dalek time ship in orbit, as it happens,” Liv added but the Doctor didn’t seem particularly bothered.

“All that can be dealt with later, for now I want you back in the TARDIS, safe and sound,” he insisted. “And then you can tell me where you want to get married. Congratulations by the way, on your engagement. What a way to have a hen do…”

“Oh yeah, because that’s exactly what we’ve been doing this whole time,” Liv quipped back and once the door of the TARDIS closed behind them, it was as if nothing had ever happened. They were safe. They were together. They were home.

The Doctor bounced ahead to the console, and Liv held Helen back.

“I love you so much,” she told her earnestly and reached up to cup her cheek. She regarded her with a smile, sure in the knowledge that the most precious thing in the universe had been returned to her.

“I love you, too,” Helen gave back softly and brushed another loving kiss to her lips. “From the beginning to the end of time.”

“And back again,” Liv grinned and kissed her more firmly. They would never let each other go.

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“Osgood? This just came for you,” Kate opened the door without much ado as she strode into the laboratory. It was late, and Kate was beginning to see a pattern to their late night discussions but she didn’t dwell on it, not then, when she was far too eager to pass along the message she was carrying.

“What’s that?” Osgood frowned as she was handed a small brown envelope. Nothing like the standard letters they were used to. This was something out of the ordinary which explained why Kate had brought it herself.

“A thank you card,” Kate revealed with badly masked eagerness. “I have taken the liberty of opening it already, it was addressed to the both of us,” she made her excuses quickly but knew Osgood wouldn’t care, not once she looked at the card inside the envelope.

“That’s funny, I haven’t been to any weddings recently…” Osgood frowned, recognising the familiar design. She pulled the card out properly and took a closer look at the smiling couple depicted. Understanding hit her like a tidal wave and she was left stunned: “Oh my God…” Liv Chenka and Helen Sinclair were beaming at the camera, seemingly enjoying their wedding day to the fullest. They looked so happy. She turned the card over and read the scribbled note of “Thank you for your help. Love, Liv and Helen Chenka.” Osgood could barely suppress a squeal of joy. She tried to brush over it and launched into: “Of course we can’t tell anyone. The story has to remain open-ended so that-”

 “Osgood, no-one but us knows who the heroines of this story are,” Kate halted her in her tracks.

“I suppose not,” the scientist conceded.

“And no-one should find out,” Kate cast her eyes to the desk that still carried the load of Osgood’s research into the matter. “It’s a legend for a reason. A legend that will have to carry on, there is no way of knowing what would happen if things get changed or discovered.”

“I guess that’s the end of the research project,” the scientist gave a small smile.

“I’d say it’s been concluded successfully,” Kate countered with a smile of her own, then added: “And it probably should be destroyed now, just in case.”

“I had a feeling you were going to say something like that,” Osgood sighed but she didn’t mind. Kate was right. They had their answer and that was more than enough. She grinned at the small picture and after brief consideration placed it on top of the companion files.

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“So they have done it,” the Celestial Toymaker continued to sound bitter and unwillingly pushed his castle forward two paces. He was backed into a corner. Checkmate in two and there was nothing he could do about it, unless his opponent made a gross mistake. It was his own fault. He shouldn’t be playing while angry, he made mistakes.

“Fair is fair, you leave them alone,” Ashildr retorted mildly as she studied the board.

“You helped them,” she observed pointedly and she gave a shrug.

“Only to get started. Check,” she commented and moved her knight in position to threaten his king. “Only seems fair since you’ve intervened as well?”

“You would make a terrible Old One, no appreciation for the game,” he huffed, taking her knight with his bishop. His one remaining move before-

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she gave back with a smile and moved her queen. “Checkmate.”

“What are you going to do now?” He questioned as he toppled his king, conceding the game and with it, the end of their acquaintance. He saw no value in staying and got to his feet.

“Sit here and watch the stars some more,” she answered and looked up to witness another celestial body flicker out of existence. “Who knows, maybe I will have more visitors,” she mused. At the end of time, the universe was a very small place after all. “Maybe I will write down the ending,” she looked back to him and he scoffed.

“With no-one around to read it?”

“I’m still here. There are worse things to read at the end of time than a love story,” she hummed. “And who knows, maybe some of it will carry over into the new universe… don’t underestimate the significance of stories,” she smiled and he chuckled:

“I certainly won’t again.”

[multi-fandom-veteran-writer]

Since I have this huge Minecraft AU and how proud of it I am and how much my writing has progressed, I thought why not reblog this so people can interact with all my characters?

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,297

"I do anything for my family, even kill, and I have,"

[writing-to-survive]

#141

Past the horizon, across the sea, and through the forest. Should be an easy quest for you travelers.

The horizon will melt your skin into candle wax.

The sea will do whatever it can to devour you.

The forest will trap you in its maze till you fall in its vines.

Okay, maybe it's not that easy. Every traveler who I have ever told never came back. Hopefully, your time around is different.

[terrifictoonman]

~ToonMan: Comical Crime Fighter~

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[Story 04 || Week 02]

Written: 01/12/2024

Prompt: You have the superpower of slapstick comedy

Prompt By: u/Paper_Shotgun (Reddit)

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It's a stormy evening in Pannel City. Colorful dots litter the sidewalks as people hurry home after a long day. Under the canopy of umbrellas, a hooded man weaves his way through the crowds, bumping into the occasional commuter. After bumping into an older man, the elder frantically checks his coat.

"Hey!" yells the old man. "Thief! Thief!" The thief picks up the pace but stops when he notices a cop car parking by the sidewalk. With an angry old man behind him and cops in front of him, the thief quickly dips into a narrow alley, sliding behind a dumpster. He peeks from behind it to watch the old man run past him, yelling at the top of his lungs.

With a sigh of relief and a narrow grin, the thief picks himself up, dusts himself off, and heads for the exit on the other side of the alley.

*SNAP*

The thief hears the snap as if it were inches from his ear. He jerks his head around, only to see nothing. Confused, the thief cautiously continues. Looking forward, the thief is now face-to-face with a grinning paper-pale man wearing a black domino mask. His matching ink-black hair flows down as his head hangs from his inhumanly long neck that seems to stretch over a nearby rooftop. The paper man smiles as his eyes motion toward the ground.

The thief sees a pair of black arms wrapped around his ankles like snakes around their next meal. The terrified thief looks back at the hanging head.

"Going up?" asks the paper man. The thief's screams echo into the sky alongside the paper man's head as multiple wallets drop to the ground.

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Officers Johnson and Huch help the old man up the steps of the police station. Inside, the old man notices the thief handcuffed to a chair just past the entrance.

"Lost a wallet?" says the desk clerk as he pulls a small basket full of wallets from under the front desk. "Just got some in fresh." The old man digs through the basket as the two officers talk to the desk clerk.

"That guy looks a lot like our pickpocket," says Huch, pointing at the thief.

"Wouldn't be surprised if he was," said the desk clerk. "Found him outside on my break with a bag of wallets tapped to his hands, and this tapped to his back." The clerk hands the two officers a note. "Tell me if it sounds familiar."

Hi! I'm Tyler Gross. I can't keep my hands to myself and need to be put in timeout.

The officers chuckle as they hand back the note.

"Well, it is a beautiful day to fill out some reports," says Huch, taking off her coat.

"Might take a while," says Johnson, "I'll brew up some coffee in the break room, grab a takeout menu while I'm at it. Got a feeling this might take up the rest of our shift."

"You two are unbelievable," says the clerk.

"Hey, you heard the chief," says Huch. "She wants the cuffs slapped on this guy ASAP. Not a second longer..."

"And not a detail missed!" Johnson continued. "We're just doing our jobs to the best of our ability."

While the officers continue to talk, the old man finds his wallet in the pile. He checks inside to make sure the contents are still there. He sighs in relief to find nothing's been taken but also finds a small note tucked in alongside his cash.

Hope you have a rock'n rainy evening! (Unless this isn't your wallet. Then please put it back.) Crime's favorite punchline -TM

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Thanks for reading "ToonMan: The Comical Crime Fighter" hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or corrections, please let me know (as long as they're constructive (or funny)). Stay safe, keep warm, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

{<-Last Week || Next Week->}

{Next Time On ToonMan->}

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 102

Circling the chair, a tense standoff unfolded between two contrasting figures. One, with an aura of mischief, stood boldly, while the other, marked by recent turmoil, faced them with a mix of defiance and curiosity.

"Come on, join the fun," the mischievous one urged with a playful grin. "Let's stir things up a bit."

The other shook their head adamantly, refusing to be swayed. "I won't be a part of your reckless schemes."

But the mischievous one persisted, undeterred by the rejection. "You can't deny there's a spark between us. Why not embrace it?"

As they bantered back and forth, the tension crackled, reaching a crescendo with the sudden intrusion of a radio broadcast. Its announcement labeled one of them as a fugitive, casting a shadow of suspicion over their interaction.

Curses escaped the accused's lips as their secret was laid bare. The mischievous one couldn't help but feel a surge of intrigue, wondering what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface.

"I got too close to something I shouldn't have," the accused confessed, their voice laced with desperation. "I've been on the run for months."

Moved by their vulnerability, the mischievous one approached cautiously, sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos. As they drew nearer, a forbidden attraction simmered beneath the surface, threatening to ignite.

"What if we took them down together?" the accused proposed, a glimmer of hope in their eyes. "And then you can decide if you want to be the hero."

The mischievous one chuckled, seeing through the facade with ease. "You got yourself caught on purpose, didn't you?"

Caught off guard, the accused hesitated before admitting the truth. "Maybe," they conceded, a hint of mischief dancing in their gaze.

[briar-craft]

Everyone knows of the great hero that had come to save their world. There are statues and art master pieces of them around the world, their story told through books and passages, even though no one knows where they came from, or where they went.

You have been told as you grew up that you look a lot like the hero, and at first you think it's the usual family gushing over the kids thing. But even as you grew up more, strangers would say the same, even without your parents there. Not to mention, you started noticing the uncanny resemblance as well, but brushed it off because it happened hundreds of years ago.

Now you, as a volunteer, are told you'll be going back in time, testing the first working time machine. When you get there, however, you realize that the setting you're in is awfully similar to what starts all of the chaos in the Hero's book.

[bakchodwriter]

Hey there! I’m starting this blog series on finding inspiration to start writing your novel. The first one is how you can find inspiration by reading books. As a budding author, one of the most powerful sources of inspiration lies within the pages of books written by other authors. Reading books and short stories in the genre you aspire to write can ignite your imagination, expand your knowledge, and fuel your creative spirit. In this blog, we will explore the profound impact of reading on your writing journey and delve into the ways you can harness the art of reading to find inspiration for your own novel.