ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Large, floppy ears masking a stern face worn by the penance of being the last of his kind.
Cheekbones rough from the tears he has shed for lost Gallifrey, sassy remarks cannot hide his compressing guilt.
A leather jacket, military-cut, and a sonic screw-driver: that's all he has to defend himself from the shadows of days long past. Two-hearted, twice broken-hearted; a man hard to find as he scatters his footprints restlessly over doubtful minds.
Fantastic! Simply Fantastic!
But, there comes a time, Timelord, when every boy must learn how to dance, so take her hand and whisper "Run!"
You'll know who she is, all folded in golden yellow and pink tinges, surrounded by manic plastic, ever so hungry, claws...
A blonde in a Union Jack and trust me, it's not just because you woke with a craving...
And when she asks why you have a northern accent, why say loads of planets have a north!
Take her away from the atrocity of mundane life, teach her that one doesn't just allow
things to happen, one stands and makes a difference!
"Would you mind not farting while I try to save the planet?"
With her, there won't be only moments of planet memorization such as Raxacoricofallapatorious!
She shall show great pity to your greatest enemy and sympathy towards the most horrendous of creatures.
Save the world a few fair time before befriending the cowardly Captain Jack Harkness
who chooses to sacrifice himself for them more than a million times in his lifetime.
Wish I'd never met you, Doctor, I was much better off as a coward.
As we know, nobody knows better than you that everyone dies.
Until the day in an everyday London air-raid during WWII,
you met a child empty for the nourishment of his mother,
who he helplessly searched for among the exploding grenades,
you found her and reunited them...
Exclaiming "Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once! Everybody lives!" joyfully.
And you dance again, dear doctor, you twirl and twist her around the the floorboards of the
Tardis that creak delightfully underneath the sugary supernovas, and lemon-drop stars...
And she needs a Doctor, a good Doctor to free her from the time vortex's grappling hook!
And so the end comes for the Fantastic, fantastic man.
Rose, before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I.
Literature
Poem for a Whovian
While some call me 'weird' and others 'quite geeky'
They know not the masses for whom I am speaking
And yes, I concede that, true, it's as maybe
I shrug with a smile, say 'would you like a jelly baby?'
So now I give you my full borne confession
A glimpse into the world of my one true obsession
A world without end at the clip of its pace
Of a roaming old man through all of time and space
And when you see me there alone
Drifting in the other zone
Don't be alarmed when you discover
I'm quite unlike just any other
For the TARDIS flies within my veins
And Daleks shriek inside my brains
A vworp my ears do long to hear
In hopes the Doctor may be nea
Literature
A Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms Poem
A Fantastic Fellowship of Fandoms Poem
“It began long ago,”
“In a hole in the ground,”
A little hobbit named Bilbo,
His unexpected journey abound.
The light of Durin’s Day, a map and a key,
Would open the door of the home it used to be.
The dwarves of Erebor,
Dragon fire in the sky,
The war would soon end,
Thus the hobbit said goodbye.
Fifty years later,
The story goes on,
The Fellowship was formed,
Their friendships were strong.
Sauron was defeated,
The Fellowship almost failed,
And at the Grey Havens,
There came an end to Frodo’s tale.
The Boy Who Lived,
A wizard at heart,
Even the da
Literature
Illusional 11XReader
"I wont be returning, for all you have filled me with was dread."You wailed, slamming the door behind you.
Your back slid down the alley of your flat, cooling your bruises.
As you cried into your hands, you thought if the time your foster parents left you cold, in The sleet.
"Why didn't they know I was hungry, that I wanted a warm embrace, why didn't they know?!"
The wind picked up in the freezing night, sympathetic looks from passers by as you slumped down onto a bench.
Eyes dried, your skin tightened and bags grew under your eyes.
Dim stars filled the deep azure sky, delineating the clouds.
A figure caught your eye, tall, lean, creepy.
He s
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
A poem for the great ninth doctor!
© 2014 - 2024 kissysaltcoatedangel
Comments38
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Fantastic!