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Monday, February 7th, 2005
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4:19 pm
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Bwahahahaha. This is hilarious. Got it off've http://prillalar.com/drabbles/ and got the link off Dreya. ^.^
A Disturbing Occurrence
the Doctor paced up and down, jiggling his lips. His very good friend, Mary Sue Dice, had arranged to meet him here at the beach house. "I have something cheesy to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Dice was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, the Doctor expected to see her bounce up, her annoying hair streaming behind her and her clean eyes aglow.
the Doctor heard footsteps, but they seemed rather lovely for a delicate and amazing girl like Mary Sue Dice, whose tread was extreme. He turned around and found the Master staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" the Master said intensely. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
the Doctor had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so provocatively. "Mary Sue Dice asked to meet me here." As he gazed at the Master, his toe nail began to throb smokily.
"Oh," the Master said, approvingly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," the Doctor said and caught the Master by his arm. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," the Master said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like the last boarding call that comes from the opposite end of the terminal.
From behind a pea, Mary Sue Dice watched with a noisy light in her beautiful eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "the Doctor/the Master". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the peacock from extinction.
XD Is that not sweet? I couldn't have written it better myself. XD
current mood:  happy
current music: All Star - Er, can never remember who that's by
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| Wednesday, December 29th, 2004
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1:51 am - A Good Omens fic! Hallelujah!
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And she fics, oh how she fics....
XD
Anyway, yes, Christmas fic, slight fluff, Crowley & Aziraphale (slash it or leave it, I don't mind which.)
Written literally five minutes ago, and was originally meant to be a 120 word drabble.
Hah. So much for that.
Based on a RL event a few days before Christmas when I walked around the shopping centre in a newly-bought pair of wings, and my mother kept calling me Aziraphale. ^.^ So yes, a shameless bit of self-insertion. XP
Anyway, enjoy! And though it's over now, Merry Christmas to y'all!
( Christmas Wings )
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| Friday, December 24th, 2004
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10:23 pm - Merry Christmas!
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!! XD
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| Monday, December 20th, 2004
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11:03 pm
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Wow. Haven't updated in yonks. Oh well. Anyway, here are a whole heap of Doctor Who related drabbles. All cross-posted at ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) dw100. But hey. What the hell. All are numbered rather than titled. But the numbers have nothing to do with the Doctor involved. ^.^ Confusing, isn't it? XD
( Drabble Me )
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| Monday, November 29th, 2004
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12:09 pm - Fandom wanks
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Oh dear. She does more Doctor Who fic. Surprise surprise. But, as an actual (how do you spell that??) surprise, it's not a slash fic. And it's (even more surprising,) not in any way, shape, or form related to the Master. *jaw drop* I know, I know. Quite out of character. Instead, it features my other favourite pairing (all right, I'll be honest, I loathe this pairing, but there's something oddly - addictive - about it). Doctor/Jo. ... *sighs* I'm so predictable.
Anyway. Onto ficlet. (I just can't seem to write anything of length these days. Or to stop putting things in brackets.)
Essentially it's a leaving fic, set straight after/during the Green Death episodes. Um ... very cliche. And things. Got the title off a Matchbox 20 song. Just because.
Real World
It was quiet in the lab. Jo wiped her eyes and tried to smile. "It was always going to end, Doctor," she said. "It may as well be my fault."
She was trying to be brave. He should just give her that and let her go. But for some reason he couldn't. "It doesn't have to end." She looked at him with wide eyes, and he had to force himself to finish. "Everything the universe has in it," he whispered. "All of space and all of time. And back before anyone knows we've gone, and nothing changed."
She hesitated. "Except me," she said, and shook her head gently. "That was mean, Doctor. You know I couldn't stay with Cliff after - after all that." She struggled to find words to express something she'd never seen. "And he wouldn't want me to." She shook her haed again. "No. I can't. I'm sorry Doctor, I really am. But this isn't how it should be. You've got the TARDIS. You'll never have to be alone."
His voice was sticking in his throat. "I know Jo. That was selfish of me. I just - I'm sorry. I'm going to miss you."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It's all right. I'm going to miss you too." She got up to leave, pausing a moment at the door. "And Doctor? Thank you for trying."
END
More of a drabble, really ....
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| Wednesday, November 17th, 2004
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3:26 pm
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I ficlet! Bwaha! ... Fourth Doctor/Master. Not really slash, though. In fact, not at all. *tilts head* Hmmm. How out of character. ^.^
Party Games
The Doctor slammed his hand on the metal desktop in anger, then immediately regretted it. After all, it is very difficult to smile winningly when your fingers are crammed into your mouth.
“Now, now Doctor,” the Master tsked. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“More than – ah - ” the Doctor winced as he spread his arms dramatically, “More than you’ve hurt me already?” he demanded.
“I haven’t laid a hand on a single hair on your body!” the Master protested. Not that I/you haven’t wanted to, both of them mentally added.
“You’ve ripped my still-beating hearts from my very body!” the Doctor proclaimed in tones thick with suffering.
“Please Doctor, no melodramatics,” the Master cautioned wearily. “A sonic screwdriver is not the same thing as a heart.”
”No!” the Doctor agreed loudly, throwing his head back for effect. “It’s far more important.”
The Master sighed. The Doctor could get so tedious when he was like this. “I highly doubt it has any true value at all, Doctor, you’re just upset you lost. But that’s nothing to do with me. I did warn you not to bet on intergalactic chess.”
The Doctor’s arms dropped to his side, and his expression became cunning. “Of no value? Of course, you’re right, no value at all. I’ve completely learned my lesson.” The Master watched him steadily, one eyebrow raised. “So, how about giving back, hmm, friend?”
The Master almost laughed out loud. “Well, friend, I don’t know that I could just give it back. There’s honour to consider, of course.”
“Of course.”
“But perhaps with a few more games …?”
The Doctor hesitated, almost artfully. Then, “Poker.”
“Backgammon.”
“Blackjack.”
“Monopoly.”
”Checkers.”
“Checkers?” The Master considered. “Hmmm. I think, my dear Doctor, that we can come to some kind of arrangement.”
The Doctor smiled.
Hours later, as the darkness faded into light, the Master staggered around London, the sole possessors of naught but an elderly pair of underwear and his tin of hair gel, the only two things the Doctor wouldn’t touch. “Ripped his hearts out, I’ll rip his heart out!” the Master muttered darkly, searching in vain for some kind of shelter. What damns time period was he in anyway?!
Eventually he crawled into an old warehouse, in the corner of which was something that looked like a battered blue police box. But no one would put a police box in a warehouse, would they? Would they?
Grinning, the Master stalked towards the rectangular shape. The very least he’d do was find some clothes, and then…
Well, then today was the first day of the rest of his lives, wasn’t it?
END
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| Friday, August 27th, 2004
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10:49 am - Uhhh...
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Hmmm. Long time no update. lol Just thought this was cute. ^.^
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current music: radio music
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| Sunday, July 25th, 2004
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6:22 pm - Reviewness.
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| Friday, July 16th, 2004
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7:24 pm - Ficlet! Wheee!
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First Fic up! Woot! Go me! Doctor Who. Enjoy.
Rating: G
Characters: Third Doctor & Joe
Title: Artistic License
The Doctor rubbed his eyes surreptitiously, then hastily returned to the task at hand.
Joe watched him contemplatively from the other side of the control room. "Having fun?" she asked.
He smiled benevolently at her. "Of course," he said. "Simple really, once you get started ... Oh." He stared in dismay at his now paint smeared jacket.
Joe half-covered her mouth and tried to supress a giggle. "I can see how well it's going."
The Doctor looked at her defiantly, then continued to splash paint on the canvas in an overly theatrical, hurt manner.
Joe giggled again. "Oh Doctor..."
He looked up defensively. "You obviously have no grasp of the artistic process, Joe ..."
He frowned as she choked back a smile. "Of course Doctor. You know best." Then at his serious expression. "No, really. How is it going anyway?"
He took a step backwards and stared judgementally. "Well, it could still do with a few touchups." He flashed her a smile. "Though its subject is quite charming enough without."
She smiled back. "Thank you. But really, I would like a look. I'm sorry for poking fun, I am."
Reluctantly the Doctor turned the easel around. Joe burst out laughing. He stepped around to look at it again, his expression disgruntled. Sitting happily in the centre of the canvas was a yellow circle containing two black dots above a small black U.
The Doctor threw the laughing girl a dirty look and rubbed the back of his neck. "I knew I should have made the grin wider."
The End
^.^
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10:19 am - *Excited*
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Finally got the layout the way I wanted it! XD *squee*
current mood:  excited
current music: You're so True - Joseph Arthur
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| Friday, June 25th, 2004
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1:09 pm
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LOOK OUT!
ïòð | | zela is a radioactive squirrel!! |
From Go-Quiz.com
WOOT! ;D
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| Wednesday, June 16th, 2004
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3:18 pm - Greetings All....
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Hello and welcome to all, here at my first post. I assure you there will be many more. I could be a lying blaggart, but for now, we'll assume not, shall we? All other information you may wish to aquire may be found in my mini biography. I do hope you enjoy this first original peice, which refers to nothing but my own imagination.
Everbody know how this goes. The sharp hard slap as the flesh distorts around the blow. The tall, effeminate form, darkly silhouetted as it removes the gloves from it's pale, thin hands. The pudgy cheek firmly grasped and turned, this way, that. The wide brown eyes and ragged empty mouth. The formless shape on the floor casually stepped over by polished, thoughtless boots. The banality of evil.
Bon appetit.
current mood:  lazy
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