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taizi · 1 year

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If you’re still taking prompts… disaster twins being disasters?

Casey can remember being this excited maybe once or twice before in his entire life, but that’s it. He doesn’t realize he’s bouncing in his seat until Michelangelo flops over him, arms folded around Casey’s shoulders and chin propped up on top of his head, grin present in the bright tone of his voice.

“We might be hyping this up too much,” the youngest Hamato—second-youngest, now, Casey reminds himself somewhat shyly—says good-naturedly. “It’s just a spar, CJ.”

“I know,” Casey says quickly, clamping his hands on his knees. He feels like a little kid again, being warned that if he can’t sit still he can’t stay in the dojo to watch training. That’s not anywhere near what Mikey said, but he’s not risking it! He refuses to miss this! “But it’s just—I haven’t seen sensei spar with anyone but Commander O’Neil in ages.”

He doesn’t say that Uncle Raph was killed when Casey was so young that he barely got to keep any memories of him. He definitely doesn’t say that when Uncle Tello died, sensei destroyed a string of Krang corps single-handedly, stumbled home half-dead, and then didn’t come out of the silent lab for three days. When he did finally emerge, some intrinsic, important part of him was gone for good.

By then, Master Michelangelo was too brittle for physical combat, pouring all of himself into the mystic arts instead. April was the only one left who was unafraid to drag Master Leonardo onto the mats, to bring some life back into him. And it was fun to watch, but it wasn’t those high-energy spars he could remember being awed by when he was a child, when all four of the turtles were together and the apocalypse seemed like something they might survive after all.

“I bet I whooped his butt, too,” April interjects loudly from the cozy-looking beanbag chair she dragged into the dojo. Leo shoots her a mock-offended look, hand over his heart, the whole nine yards.

He’s wearing a pair of bright pink cordless headphones, and his warm-up stretches have a lot more energetic bopping around than perhaps strictly necessary. Raph is smiling crookedly as he guides Leo through the forms, watching carefully for any sign of lingering tenderness or soreness and finding none. He’s probably as relieved as all the rest of their mismatched little clan that Leo has healed to this point—casts and leg brace finally discarded, energy ratcheted up to eleven.

Across the mat, Donnie is pretending to be buried in his phone, but he’s watching Leo as raptly as Raphael. If he thought for a second that Leo was nursing some hidden-away hurt, he would find a way to divert the match without anyone the wiser. And it would be something needlessly showy and stupid, too—Casey has the sudden vision of a lair-wide blackout. He pats the penlight clipped to his belt to make sure it’s there, just in case.

But Leo is in fine form, and Splinter steps onto the middle of the mat with a judicious air.

“Now I want a clean match, boys,” he orders, arms folded. “No shenanigans!”

“Aw, not even one?” Mikey pipes up.

The Hamato patriarch considers this carefully, then says, “I will allow ONE shenanigan!”

“Alright Michael!” Leo cheers. “Use those favorite son privileges for good!” He barely dodges the half-hearted strike from Splinter’s tail.

Then Raphael is placing his hands on Leo’s shoulders and giving him a friendly jostle, in the manner of ruffling a puppy’s ears to get it all riled up (a life-affirming maneuver that Casey only recently discovered for himself one early morning coffee run with Cass when they crossed paths with a nice lady and her wriggly baby pit bull) and Splinter is stepping back off the mat and Donnie is sliding his phone away.

“Let me know if you need me to go easy on you, little brother,” Donnie says magnanimously.

“You hatched four minutes before me,” Leo replies. His tone suggests this is an argument they’ve had at least one billion times.

“No one likes a sore loser, Nardo.”

April makes a coughing, cackling sound, and then shouts, “Someone get ready to do the heimlich! My man’s gonna choke on that hypocrisy!”

“APRIL, you were adopted and you can be replaced!” Donnie shouts back over everyone’s laughter. Casey feels like he’s sitting in the sun, surrounded on all sides by warmth and light. He was raised on the scraps of a ruined world, the scraps of love and joy that his family had left to offer him. They gave him everything they could, but he knew they were digging into the bottom of the well. Here, those things are a renewable resource. All the good just stretches and stretches and stretches forever.

Master Leonardo was not a bitter person. But he was very rarely a happy one. Uncle Tello and Rapha were gone and Master Michelangelo was aging rapidly before his eyes, three times as quickly as he should have. April and mom and all the faces that Casey saw everyday were weary and worn thin, constantly braced for the next horrible thing to come.

It heals something in Casey’s chest that he didn’t know was hurting to see them like this instead. A festering, years-old wound finally draining, finally given clean air and room to heal. April’s still heckling and Mikey is still draped over Casey, sturdy and boyish and the brightest thing for miles. Raphael is leaning against the wall, grinning, as eager to watch the show as everyone else. Splinter looks unrelentingly fond and also like he’s expecting this to be a trainwreck.

In the second before Splinter calls the beginning of the match, Donnie’s eyes narrow suspiciously and he says, “Wait, what are you listening to?”

A shit-eating grin stretches across Leo’s face, and in lieu of answering out loud, he lifts a hand and dramatically finger-spells K-A-R-M-A.

“Oooooooh,” Mikey and Raph and April all chorus delightedly.

“Oh, goddammit,” Donnie bites out, visibly preparing to fight for his life.

Then Splinter’s hands come down and the twins burst into movement. There are no weapons in their hands, it’s nowhere near as showy as their fight with the Krang had been, but it’s amazing in its own way.

They’re fast, much faster than the masters of Casey’s timeline because they’re so little in comparison, lean and lithe and all gremlin energy. The two of them move like they know each other as well as their own selves, the blocks and blows meeting as if they were choreographed well in advance, and every step is so quick and so clean that Casey can barely follow it. Five minutes in, Leo’s eyes glow white and then Donnie’s do, and Donnie barks out a surprised laugh.

Mikey yells, “No inside jokes that’s not fair!”

“It’s a nice break from that song. I've heard him humming it in the back of my brain all day,” Raph says ruefully, then quickly holds his hands up when Leo’s head whips around in his direction. “No offense! I like it! Just not—not 16 times in a row, big guy.”

Splinter steps in the instant Leo winces, having landed too heavily on his bad leg after a showy flip.

“Alright, silly melons, that’s enough. Match goes to neither of you because you play too much.”

Whatever complaint the twins might have made is entirely forgotten as they turn to face their dad blankly. Donnie says, “I’m sorry, did you just call us silly melons?”

“Melons are green, yes? And stupidly expensive at all times for no reason.” He pulls a paperback book out of the inner fold of his robe and thumbs through it. “Children like nicknames. The experts have said so.”

Looking torn between helpless confusion and hysterical laughter, Raph says, “What are you reading, pops?”

“Melons cost like $8 in Chinatown when they're in season, where the heck have you been shopping?” Mikey interjects loudly, shooting over the back of the couch like spending too much of the grocery fund on overpriced produce is the first and final straw.

“Seriously, Splints, what are you reading?” April asks, trying to get the book from him.

“Silly melons??” Donnie and Leo demand again. Training for the day is entirely derailed, though that might have been Splinter’s ploy in the first place.

Master Leonardo wasn’t a bitter person. Despite the weight of the world on his shoulders and all the losses he carried around in his heart, Casey’s memories of him are good and warm and only bittersweet because of those final moments, and because of how much Casey misses him every day. Still—even if he was careful not to let it show—Casey knows that Master Leonardo didn’t have a lot of opportunities for joy.

That’s the thing that’s taken the most getting used to here, Casey thinks, watching everyone. That’s the difference his family makes. This Leo doesn’t have to reach very far for a reason to smile.

He glances over his shoulder and his smile widens to include Casey, and Casey hurries off the sidelines to join the rest of them.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #disaster twins #rise leo #casey jr #hamato leonardo #hamato donatello #ratdad #my writing #prompt #anonymous #tmnt fic #swiftie leon agenda continues #working title for this is 'flexing like a goddamn acrobat'#idk whats up with tmnt fics being the vehicle for me forcing my music tastes on my readers lately but it is what it is #this is so silly but i had fun writing it

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winterspiderpurrs · 10 months

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Okay okay

But I can totally picture Bucky (indisgues) and Peter showing up to the Era's Taylor Swift tour.

And maybe at some point Bucky's hat gets knocked off. Probably while him and Peter were screaming/singing along to All Too Well.

Tony at the tower when he gets alerts that Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier/whitewolf is trending.

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #bucky is a swifty #peter parker is a swifty #winterspiderpurrs #i need someone to write this

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firstelevens · 2 years

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prompt list: taylor swift lyrics

part ii | part iii | eras tour edition

Below are fifty prompts drawn from Taylor Swift’s discography. They can be used as dialogue, within narration, or just as inspiration.

Reblog to use as a call for prompts (one pairing/character with one or more numbers) or to inspire your own work.

time slows down

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

the only thing I know like the back of my hand

Wasn’t it easier?

barefoot in the kitchen

I know delusion when I see it.

You can hear it in the silence.

Say you'll see me again.

Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.

I don’t know how it gets better than this.

3 AM and I'm still awake

built a fire just to keep me warm

You say my name for the first time and I fall in love in an empty bar

All my days, I’ll know your face.

I'll save you a seat.

Our world was one block wide.

All of my heroes die all alone.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

the way you sound in the morning

I’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places.

You come and pick me up, no headlights.

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye.

I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night.

We pretended it could last forever.

an expert at “sorry”

before you went and let me down

I've read all of the books beside your bed.

Think of the fun things we could do.

It's 2 AM and I'm cursing your name.

Was it worth it?

I knew you were trouble.

the age of princesses and pirate ships

Your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.

I know places we won’t be found.

It’s brighter now.

Everybody here was someone else before.

I think he can see through everything but my heart.

until you come back home

Devils roll the dice.

Don't you dream impossible things?

if you say it with your hands

I don't know how to be something you miss.

built to fall apart

You've got your demons and they all look like me.

You're my Achilles' heel.

on the other side of the door

this big wide city all to ourselves

Everything I need is right here by my side.

I could show you incredible things.

the hands of fate

#with a focus on her earlier work because I am a geriatric Swiftie #also I feel like folklore & evermore get plenty of representation in prompt lists #prompt list #writing prompts #taylor swift prompt list #I threatened to do this and now here I am; a real cinderella story #long post

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poetryorchard · 9 months

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oneawkwardwriter · 4 months

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Welcome! My name is Eloise Jones (pseudonym). I create writing prompts, as well as some short fics/headcanons. As well as the fandoms named in my Character List, I'm a huge Swiftie and overall music and literature enthusiast. I'm open to requests for prompts or stories!

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is should be self-explanatory, but hate and bigotry are not allowed on my blog. If you have an opinion that is different than mine or someone else, either voice it in a non-hateful way or forever hold your peace.

Masterlist: all the fics/writing prompts I've created!

Character List: all the characters I write for (requests are open)

Requests: request Navigation

About My Blog: just some rules/stuff about me

I hope you guys like the stuff I write and hopefully won't stop sending me requests or ideas!

#welcome to my blog #intro post #pinned intro #blog intro #masterlist #rules and about my blog #writeblr #pls send requests #swiftie #fandom #writing prompts #fanfic writing #open to requests #divider by saradika #oneawkwardwriter fics #oneawkwardwriter prompts

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the-hushed-one · 1 year

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Lavender Haze

Holding hands. Pecking their lips before leaving for work. Supporting each other. Crying on their shoulder while they comfort you. Breakfast in bed. Inside jokes. Knowing all of their secrets. Sharing all of your secrets with them. Stargazing together. Staring at the ceiling with them. Deep conversations. Dumb conversations. Hand wrestling but them always letting you win. Stealing their shirts. Lazy cuddles on the weekends. Desperate hugs when you see them after a long time. Feeling their heartbeat. Them kissing the back of your hand. Intertwining fingers. Watching them breath at night while they're asleep. Playful fights over what to order for dinner. Friendly debate on what to watch. Forehead kisses. Them lifting you up to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. Sniffling their clothes which smell like them. Dancing together despite of your horrible dance skills. Singing in the worst vocals together and enjoying it. Playing with their hair. Your head resting in their lap. Being extra clingy. Being your silliest version in front of them. Exchanging those three magical words. Hugs from the back. Burying your head in their chest. Hugging more.

#writers on tumblr #new account #swifties #wattpad #imagine your otp #romance prompts #taylors version #midnights taylor swift #taylor swift #domestic fluff #flufftober2022 #writing #writing prompt #lavender haze #midnights #Spotify

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 7 months

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Guys I’d really love to make friends on here and interact more so pls drop any messages, thoughts or even rants abt ur life… (if u want to give me prompts for fics I’d love it cuz grad school has drained my brain of ideas)

#ask me anything #cryinginmyroom #crying in my room again #ash asks #ashinsmoke #ash rambles #writing prompt #swiftie #bts #svt #skz

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dearest-darlingest · 8 months

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eristine fic idea

had a meltdown after seeing this tiktok video of holly-anne hull dancing along to tswift while dressed as christine

ANY WRITER WHO WANTS TO TAKE THIS IDEA PLS PLS WRITE IT I NEED TO READ THIS

my writer brain has unfortunately shut down as of late bc of work <//3

#eristine #SOMEONE WRITE THIS PLS I AM -DESPERATE-#erik destler #christine daae #christine daae is a swiftie #phantom of the opera #poto #fic idea #fic prompt

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sylvieons · 1 year

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ANOTHER FAN HAS BEAT YOU TO THESE SEATS

#dot txt #taylor swift #i must have have clicked on like 50 tickets or more #until none showed up anymore #i'm now in a queue for a different show #if dante was alive today he'd be a swiftie and this would be his prompt to write the inferno

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dorkyji · 11 months

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hey :)

if you’d like, send me an ask with a lyric from a song (please include the song name and artist) and I’ll write a short story based on said lyric. have fun! here are a few ideas:

“said it was just never gonna happen, then almost kissed me in the dark” Tate mcrae - that way

“up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups” taylor swift - king of my heart

“i overheard that she was 19, got a fake ID and a nose ring” the backseat lovers - kilby girl

#writing #books #story #short story #tate mcrae #swiftie #kilby girl #the backseat lovers #prompt #lyrics #song #music #fyp

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miakate-writes · 4 months

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New Year's Eve/Day romance prompts 🥂🪩

(a/n: i hope everyone has had a great year and if you haven't then i hope 2024 is better <;3)

New Year's Eve 🥂

the classic "hold my drink"

"fancy a dance?"

finding somewhere quite to sit if one of them gets overwhelmed

being a unit when people are having a conversation ("where are A and B?" "have you two got any plans for the new year") even if they're not married :)))

looking after the other when they get a little too tipsy

kissing at midnight :)

New Year's Day 🪩

"cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

having a little two-person clean-up team whether the party was hosted at their house or not

when they finally go to bed they end up sleeping in for hours and staying in bed watching new year's episodes of all their favourite shows

making new year's resolutions with each other and trying to hold each other accountable

(HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE, THANK YOU FOR THE AMAZING SUPPORT YOU'VE GIVEN ME THIS YEAR AND I HOPE WE CAN CONTINUE IT NEXT YEAR <3)

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hesloveandheslight · 2 years

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♥

hello, how are you? (but with the intention of playing with your hair and actually listening to you talk about your day and maybe kissing your forehead. maybe.)

#inspo taken from nothingbutloveforyou for this post!#autumn #fall vibes #fall aesthetic #swifties #taylor swift #writing #cute #cozy aesthetic #i love him #warm aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #halloween #cozy fall #i love writing #potential writing prompt

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winterspiderpurrs · 2 years

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Looking down from the 3rd floor balcony Peter had a good view of the garden where the current event of the season was going on. Every few months Stark Industries hosts events at varied locations. This one happened to be the estate in upstate NY.

There was a slight chill in the air, but all Peter could feel was the burning tightness in his chest and the tingling around his eyes. He was watching above as Tony put his hand on Steve's arm. There was a closeness that wasn't there before a look of awe and wonder in Tony's eye. Laughing at jokes as they stood close talking.

He didn't think it would end like this. Of course Tony hasn't said anything yet. But it's plain as day to him, for someone who used to have those looks directed at himself that this was a losing battling. It would also explain the small looks he had gotten recently from Happy and Pepper.

Sighing he crosses his arms, hugging himself as a small tear escapes. Singing softly " ..I think I've seen this film before..."

And a deep voice pops up " and I didn't like the ending..."

Quickly wiping away the tears he turned to face Bucky. Who was standing in the dark corner of the balcony. He was looking out toward Steve and Tony as well. He lit a cigarette, sighing. He glanced at Peter, nodding slightly at him before turning his gaze back out to the crowd.

Letting out a deep breath, Peter allows himself to look back out at Steve and Tony. With Steve leaning down and saying something to Tony, moving to put his arm around his shoulder. Tony all smiles as he looks up at Steve. A few more tears slip out before he felt an arm wrapping around him. He can tell its Buckys metal arm. He shutters, trying to stop the grief from crawling out of his chest and up his throat.

" I know Doll.... I know..." he leans against Bucky, feels him sigh before he feels Bucky's chin resting on the top of his head as he holds him close. He felt droplets hit his cheek that weren't his own. His eyes swell more with tears as the sadness of it all. Bucky trying to comfort him while his own heart was breaking.

" Let's get out of here..... "

Taking a deep breath Peter nods "..... I still have my place in Queens..."

" Lead the way"

A few weeks later Peter moves all of his stuff out of the Tower. Another couple weeks before Tony notices.

" Kid...."

" Its..It's... fine Tony... I get it.. I.. noticed so I made the choice easier for you"

" You know I care about you.."

" I know.... but I need a bit more then that... just... just give a few more weeks maybe a couple of months. It will be okay."

#writing prompt #tony stark #stucky #starker #bucky is a swifty #peter is a swifty #exile #ironshield #stony #want this to turn into winterspider #winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes #spiderman #winterspiderpurrs

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