The Song the Towers Sing

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[darillium24]

No one has such specific baby fever quite like a fanfic writer. I'm out here twitching at the sight and prospect of any child for myself secondarily, but primarily for the sake of two fucks that aren't even real

[fictober-event]

The Prompts for Fictober 2024

Fictober Event, The prompts for 2024 Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober24 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!

"that was good work"

"it's been a long time"

"I know you better"

"no, we're not doing that"

"it's a new day, let's go"

"I'm not giving up"

"follow me if you want to live"

"are we happy?"

"don't listen to me, listen to them"

"is this normal?"

"well, that worked out great"

"did you hear that?"

"that's not the point"

"did you stick to the plan?"

"let's try this"

"no, I'm not okay"

"strangest thing I ever heard"

"you always have a plan"

"this is getting ridiculous"

"I saw your eyes light up"

"we've done worse"

"why are we doing this again?"

"we can fix this, I know we can"

"you didn't do anything wrong"

"it consumes me"

"you were the first"

"let me remind you"

"just say what you want"

"how did this happen?"

"I won't let you down"

"it's always been you"

This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction. Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober24.

Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. No AI generated text or art.

I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries. Go forth and write!

[darillium24]

May god give me the strength to actually do it this year

[darillium24]

“My daughter” (I’m a child and so is she)

[shiveringfrogspawn]

i have a (mildly) whovian friend that couldn't think of the word 'companion' the other day and referred to river song as an 'accomplice' instead and i'm still thinking about it...like that's literally what she is...an accomplice to all the doctor's war crimes...but fuck if that's not the cutest substitution i've ever heard

[darillium24]

“It’s disgusting to make a wife of your companion”

“Oh no,” River remarked, still leaning at the door, looming over the room with a close eye as she always did— especially with the Doctor’s own guard shaken by the turmoil— “I’d say I’m more of his…” She gave it a second of thought, as if she hadn’t practiced this line or her perfect grin in the mirror, “accomplice.”

Her charm was returned by the Doctor, who continued facing the woman but turning his head to give his wife a smug wink and smile.

Shivers of discomfort went down Rory’s spine.

[iamalivenow]

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

[darillium24]

But if you think about it,

there really shouldn't be a person who can possess as much love

as the sky does for the sun.

[4022saved]

I truly, TRULY need some good warm ups and long winded non main fic writing prompts (mostly dr who cause that’s my only talent) so pls PLSSSS send me stuff in my asks of my fic acc or this one! 🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[darillium24]

PLEASE

[stanarrators]

‘unreliable narrator’ but it’s ’narrator is deeply in love with the person they are narrating’

[riversofmars]

Hear me out: The next "Diary of River Song" release should be entitled "The Wives of River Song" and include the following stories:

1: River runs into Missy again in the midst of a museum heist. Shenanigans ensue and of course, Missy would be delighted to marry the Doctor’s wife - if just to annoy them.

2: River gets into a temporary pickle with UNIT in 21st Century Earth, dealing with two alternate timelines regarding a Royal Wedding. Why the only solution to it appears to be wedding Kate Stewart is anybody’s guess.

3: River reunites with Liv and Helen and they finally get to go “somewhere nice and relaxed” as promised at the end of “Companion Piece”. None of them had bargained for it being their honeymoon.

4: River finally meets the 13th Doctor! It’s about time! And the Doctor has a lot of questions as to why she is not her first wife! If only the meeting wasn't at the Library... (Bonus appearance by the Fugitive Doctor.)

Here is the concept art for the covers. Call me Big Finish 🤙🤓🤳

[darillium24]

Ay if they won’t who says I won’t ⌨️✍️

[darillium24]

i love writing twin dynamics despite being the only child of all time

seriously

i can't be more serious

i am so not serious

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

i couldn't find anything about time tots so I'll ask now, sorry if it's repetitive. How long does a pregnancy span? And are there specific stipulations for a child to inherit their parents genes? (P.S. this is in regards to non looming offspring)

Gallifreyan Pregnancy and Genetic Inheritance

Weirdly enough, while we have some fairly OK info on hybrid Gallifreyan-Human pregnancies (we're calling these babies Chronosapiens until told otherwise), pure Gallifreyan pregnancies—those occurring naturally without using a Loom between two Gallifreyans—are much harder to come by. Below is a bit of a speculative look at it based on what we know about their reproductive biology.

👶 Gallifreyan Pregnancies

🕒 Duration: Due to their complex physiology and the nature of their DNA, the gestation period for a Gallifreyan carrying a Gallifreyan baby is probably a bit longer than in humans. It could extend up to a year or so, reflecting the time needed to fully form a being with all the bells and whistles of Gallifreyan biology.

🧬 Genetic Transmission: In non-looming reproduction, it's critical that specific genetic traits—such as the triple helix DNA structure fundamental to Gallifreyans—are successfully passed on. This genetic makeup is crucial for the child to inherit typical Gallifreyan traits (this is obviously far less of a risk for pure Gallifreyan tots than it is in hybrid pregnancies).

⌛Temporal Sensitivity: Given their intrinsic connection to time, Gallifreyan fetuses might develop temporal awareness early in the gestation process. This could necessitate a protective environment to shield both the fetus and the mother from potential temporal anomalies.

🧠Accelerated Cognitive Development: The fetus might begin interacting with its environment or even exhibiting telepathic abilities while in the womb.

See more on hybrid pregnancies, including durations, effects, and repercussions here: What would a Human/Gallifreyan pregnancy look like?

📜 Stipulations for Genetic Inheritance

There aren't any notable stipulations beyond the absolute necessity of the tot having the triple-helix DNA. However, it could get more social and political when you start talking about Gallifreyan-Gallifreyan time tots.

🔬 Genetic Compatibility Testing: Since Looming is usually such a controlled practice, parents might undergo genetic compatibility testing to ensure their offspring will inherit desired Gallifreyan traits.

🧪 Gene Therapy: In cases where there is a risk of not passing on "desirable" Gallifreyan traits, prospective parents might consider pre-emptive gene therapy to correct or enhance genetic material before conception.

🌌 Ancestral Lineage Considerations: The child's rights to certain family legacies or positions within Gallifreyan society might be contingent on demonstrating a pure or enhanced Gallifreyan genetic lineage.

For a bit of an examination into interhouse reproduction and some politics that might entail, see: Could two Gallifreyans from different Houses have a healthy loomed child?

🏫 So ...

As stated, Gallifreyan-Gallifreyan pregnancies are a bit of an enigma compared to hybrid pregnancies, but we can assume they're probably longer than in humans because of the more complex pie they have to bake and the potency of the natural Gallfireyan abilities in a non-hybrid embryo is probably going to have an effect too. Then, there are all the political and social factors to consider.

Hope that helped! 😃

→🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (WIP) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP)

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[darillium24]

🙏🙏🙏

Thank you 🫡

[4022saved]

For science, I’m doing this again

People who write on ao3, what do you say when you upload something?

To archive

To post

Why would I ever confess that I write to anyone

Other/comment

Don’t write/show results

Voting ended onMay 10, 2024

[darillium24]

Someone call Shakespeare

“Be it as it may, this is your home now, since you have nowhere else to go.” 

“And who’s fault is that, my dear saviour? That I have been left in the corner, lost without you, that you have taken me in?”

“Yours. Quite clearly yours. Had you not followed me here, we would not be in this predicament. And despite whatever you may argue you have matured at, it is no use to your more  daunting instincts that make you want to control all aspects of my frail being, as it may. So the problem here is you, as it always has been and will forever continue you to be for time will never change you.  It is you.”

“Have I so much as sealed my fate that you are repulsed by my attrition of your scowl? By my dear request to heed your notice, to want the attention of that of my brother? Is that so much to ask?”

“It is when you are such that you will not take the folds and ripples of time as an answer, with your shrivelling sight set upon my life. You have left your fate to be obsessed with that you should not meddle in and now you are alone. And it is my job once more to build you from the ruin of your decisions. For what you are is unstable. Like a polygraph machine under your touch, you are unwell. And I as always fall to your aid unbeknownst to you for I am simply following the order of life you quite love to not uphold.”

“Would you like a trophy? No, seriously, would you like one? Would that make you feel at peace with your life, as if you’ve finally accomplished something, that you have overcome me? Will that put you at ease that you have fulfilled your purpose? Would you like that? Pray tell. Tell me if that would suffice. Would you like an apology? Would you like me to say thanks for all that you have done? Is that all you want? Is life not enough? How do you only see my flaws as I come back crawling for your aid? Have you seen me solely as a burden all our lives that I am nothing more than a patient whose quality of life you are to uphold? Is that all I am to you? Your bespoken task, your birthright, whom to take care of? Because you will never be done with me. Until I die at your hands, you will never leave me. And that is no burden I have upheld for you, rather you have done so for yourself. So let me go and I will falter on my own, but don’t complain when you nurse me. Don’t  squander my merit as childishness and thankless applause. Don’t come crying to me when I give no thanks.”

“You are a fool. One who would die without me.”

“So let me do so. Let my wax wings melt and let me drown at sea. Let me live.”

“A life obsessed with my world? Do you not see how you contradict yourself?”

“We will die at each other's hands as our chosen faith hath told. I will burn as I end your life with your hands on my neck. We will implode brighter than that of any star and our destiny is to be damned.”

“You are psychotic.”

“And so too are you.”

[darillium24]

Someone call Shakespeare

“Be it as it may, this is your home now, since you have nowhere else to go.” 

“And who’s fault is that, my dear saviour? That I have been left in the corner, lost without you, that you have taken me in?”

“Yours. Quite clearly yours. Had you not followed me here, we would not be in this predicament. And despite whatever you may argue you have matured at, it is no use to your more  daunting instincts that make you want to control all aspects of my frail being, as it may. So the problem here is you, as it always has been and will forever continue you to be for time will never change you.  It is you.”

“Have I so much as sealed my fate that you are repulsed by my attrition of your scowl? By my dear request to heed your notice, to want the attention of that of my brother? Is that so much to ask?”

“It is when you are such that you will not take the folds and ripples of time as an answer, with your shrivelling sight set upon my life. You have left your fate to be obsessed with that you should not meddle in and now you are alone. And it is my job once more to build you from the ruin of your decisions. For what you are is unstable. Like a polygraph machine under your touch, you are unwell. And I as always fall to your aid unbeknownst to you for I am simply following the order of life you quite love to not uphold.”

“Would you like a trophy? No, seriously, would you like one? Would that make you feel at peace with your life, as if you’ve finally accomplished something, that you have overcome me? Will that put you at ease that you have fulfilled your purpose? Would you like that? Pray tell. Tell me if that would suffice. Would you like an apology? Would you like me to say thanks for all that you have done? Is that all you want? Is life not enough? How do you only see my flaws as I come back crawling for your aid? Have you seen me solely as a burden all our lives that I am nothing more than a patient whose quality of life you are to uphold? Is that all I am to you? Your bespoken task, your birthright, whom to take care of? Because you will never be done with me. Until I die at your hands, you will never leave me. And that is no burden I have upheld for you, rather you have done so for yourself. So let me go and I will falter on my own, but don’t complain when you nurse me. Don’t  squander my merit as childishness and thankless applause. Don’t come crying to me when I give no thanks.”

“You are a fool. One who would die without me.”

“So let me do so. Let my wax wings melt and let me drown at sea. Let me live.”

“A life obsessed with my world? Do you not see how you contradict yourself?”

“We will die at each other's hands as our chosen faith hath told. I will burn as I end your life with your hands on my neck. We will implode brighter than that of any star and our destiny is to be damned.”

“You are psychotic.”

“And so too are you.”

[darillium24]

It was hard to not want to stay. It was bliss in her touch. It hurts to move, physically. To think so poetically. Like your words would one day reside in the minds of scholars or the passageways of archives. Like your soul meant something. If that was love. If that meant you were in love. If the feeling of ghosts engulfing your heart in flames was love. Then love did not begin to explain what it was when she would say his name.

But it was flawless. Truly, utterly flawless.

If that would spark such wars as the scriptures say. If those words, if those sounds that came from her stolen lungs were as dangerous as the fear that created them foretold. Then beauty, then life was benign. Then the fabric of time and space was meant to wrangle. Then it was all meant to crumble. All to hear her words.

If the stars knew the sweet kisses of her melody. If the sky could hear her lyrics. If the gods could fall to her charm as I know they could. Then let her whisper, let her tell, let her soul arrange the heavens themselves. 

If to think like that was love. If to fall to the gentile gaze of a burning sun was love. If the sound of the fall of the earth at her hand as he kissed her face, if that was love. If the cacophony of lambent spirits at his ears from her touch was love. If she was love. Then let the madman be damned.

[darillium24]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And this is Mels– sorry,” Amy introduced, then corrected herself, “River.”

“River?” repeated the Doctor, but rather as a question to the lovely golden haired woman in front of him that was standing from her chair and offering him her hand like it were the regency era.

“River Melody Song.” She begrudgingly said, “My mother was a hippie. Called me Mels, so those two caught on. Been trying to avoid the plague ever since.”

“Noted, River.” He took her hand and laid a welcoming kiss on it.

“Gag!” Amy rolled her eyes, sitting back down, all four of them proceeding to do so.

“Oh stop it!” River and John said simultaneously, looking back at each other and cracking a smile.

“I’ve heard of you before, River.” He liked saying her name, how easily it rolled off his tongue.

“Have you? I’ve heard about you, Doctor. ”She smiled wickedly with a twinkle.

[wikipedie]

why isn’t teacher/teacher more popular???????????????? i mean

the nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck

but later (not in school environment maybe by accident) the students (a group of them) see that the strict one isn’t really that strict and they love their partner

or the cool married teachers that talk about each other and everyone loves like one of them comes late to class and is like “sorry i’m late guys mx. [partner] is really sick and i wanted to be sure everything is alright”

 and the students spend 5 minutes fussing over the other teacher and asking questions about their wellbeing “ARE THEY DYING” “No Joey they’ve just caught a cold” [and trying to make this one forget about their class”

or two teachers that EVERYBODY ships like the students are trying to get them together

“Soo, Mx. A, Mx. B will have a concert tomorrow for the school and they need all the help and they asked me to tell you….so you can tell other students” “Mx. B didn’t tell me anything about it” “oh it was like, last moment thing you know. they didn’t have time. and like, they really need help.”

And the teacher is like “Thanks Johnson” and trying to be really cool but REALLY BEING NOT COOL OMG WHERE’S THE SQUAD OF DUCKLINGS TO HAVE AN EXCUSE TO GO AND HELP

and like other teachers shipping them too

“Mx. A you know about the prom. There’s a rule that the teachers must have some partners too” [dunno if it already is something like this, it is not in my country] “I did not know about this rule.” “Oh it’s very recent. So, you know, teachers are never alone and can be protected in case it’s necessary. I also heard that Mx. B has no partner.”

OPPOSITE TEACHERS????

Like, science/maths teachers with art/languages teacher. Or stuff like this.

Talking about their subject passionately and the other not understanding shit but loving it anyway because they’re so fucking cute.

RIVAL TEACHERS?????? 

Like here is your impossible love

Teachers of the same subject in different schools fighting in competitions and shit

Or teachers of the same subject talking passionately about their course. and praising each other.

Teachers talking about their students, the bad ones and the cool ones

LGBT teachers standing up for LGBT students and offering them support and helping them feel more at ease in this clusterfuck of school

MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE:

OTP 1 teacher/teacher and OTP 2 student/student

OTP 2 being so thankful that OTP 1 exists. OTP 1 giving advice to OTP 2.

DOMESTIC TEACHER/TEACHER

Grading stuff together. Bringing each other food/beverages. Helping each other through all the stuff.

AND

SO

MUCH

MORE

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE THINK ABOUT IT.

TEACHER/TEACHER

BONUS!!

“hey darling, how about you teach me some things? I promise to be good.”

“i thought you went through high-school once. Weren’t you taught my subject?”

seriously tho all that stuff that is at teacher/student can be sort of roleplay for teacher/teacher (and be less creepy)