A Brief Reflection On A Line In gritsinmisery's Mary Sue Crack

*from aim convo w/ blinkidybah  *


It occurred to me today that if given the opportunity, Doctor will produce sproglets until he, spouse and children can field their own cricket team.

Annoyed!Master Sproglets: "GAWD WHY ARE WE SO BRITISH?!"

Master: "GAWD I WISH I KNEW. Have some tea, pretend you care about the game and think of England and/or your father's sad, sad eyes if you refuse to play with him." *sneaks stealthily off to avoid Das Cricketing--maybe breaking into an undignified all out run somewhere in there*

Doctor: *makes matching family uniforms with unholy joy in his eyes*

Daughters: *receive cricket bats for birthdays* “Dad, I wanted sonic lipstick. And like, a Doomsday Device. You suck.”

Doctor: *slow lip wibble, then SOBBING*

Daughters: "No, shit, stop it! I love you and some sappy bullshit! AUGH!"

Doctor: *sniffle* "If you loved me, you'd practice your b-b-b-boooowls!"

Daughters: "...you know, when Papa says you're an 'emotionally manipulative fuck'? He's not just using a really quirky endearment."


blinkidybah  : god so like. clearly there needs to be a picture of the doctor gleefully surrounded by a tiny cricket team 

They say that if you scream loud enough, the magical gothic_hamlet  in the sky Merto New England Area hears you, and draws you crack... *HINT*

UPDATE:  With like, 5th giving two GIANT thumbs up, and Master's coat in the very corner b/c he's RUNNING.

A Brief Reflection On A Line In gritsinmisery's Mary Sue Crack

*from aim convo w/ blinkidybah  *


It occurred to me today that if given the opportunity, Doctor will produce sproglets until he, spouse and children can field their own cricket team.

Annoyed!Master Sproglets: "GAWD WHY ARE WE SO BRITISH?!"

Master: "GAWD I WISH I KNEW. Have some tea, pretend you care about the game and think of England and/or your father's sad, sad eyes if you refuse to play with him." *sneaks stealthily off to avoid Das Cricketing--maybe breaking into an undignified all out run somewhere in there*

Doctor: *makes matching family uniforms with unholy joy in his eyes*

Daughters: *receive cricket bats for birthdays* “Dad, I wanted sonic lipstick. And like, a Doomsday Device. You suck.”

Doctor: *slow lip wibble, then SOBBING*

Daughters: "No, shit, stop it! I love you and some sappy bullshit! AUGH!"

Doctor: *sniffle* "If you loved me, you'd practice your b-b-b-boooowls!"

Daughters: "...you know, when Papa says you're an 'emotionally manipulative fuck'? He's not just using a really quirky endearment."


blinkidybah  : god so like. clearly there needs to be a picture of the doctor gleefully surrounded by a tiny cricket team 

They say that if you scream loud enough, the magical gothic_hamlet  in the sky Merto New England Area hears you, and draws you crack... *HINT*

UPDATE:  With like, 5th giving two GIANT thumbs up, and Master's coat in the very corner b/c he's RUNNING.

What, LJ?! What.

"Writer's Block

Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?"


...

.........

Stare into the deep well of your self hatred. What color is the water down there? Is it black? Good.

What, LJ?! What.

"Writer's Block

Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?"


...

.........

Stare into the deep well of your self hatred. What color is the water down there? Is it black? Good.

Two Completely Traumatizing D/M Drabbles

Written as part of an on-going competition to out-crack gothic_hamlet. Sorry about 3 little postlets in one day! *boggles* I'm never as much of an f-list clog as this!

Title: Less Subtle

Author: x_los 

Rating: R

Pairing: Ten/Master

Summary: Ten/Laser Screwdriver (which is actually less dildo-esque than the TCE). Title is from the flavor-text of the Laser Screwdriver toy advertisement, which describes it as a less subtle version of the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver.

Exactly 100 words, excepting the title.


This was bad. This was psychotic, co-dependent, ‘nowhere near the appropriate stages of grief’ bad. You were supposed to write Year of Magical Thinking, or up stakes to Boca, not—

He eased the tool in. Bigger and better than his, as the Master had (repeatedly) observed on the Valliant. Ribbed with none-too-subtle ridges, as if it were designed with this, with him, in mind. Considering all the times the Master had violated him in the manner he was trying so desperately to recreate, it probably had been. He choked on a laugh. The Master had been right. Who’d have sonic?




Title: "No, Seriously, The Enemy Within"

Author: x_los 

Rating: R

Pairing:  Eight/Master

Summary: Eight/Goosnake!Master (oh sweet god no)

Exactly 100 words, excepting the title.



“How did you manage to take snake form?” the Doctor panted, “Or escape the Eye of Harmony? Or—”

“Shhh,” the Master hissed (It might have just been ‘Sssss’—hard to tell.). As a gooey cobra, he twined up into the Doctor in ways he’d never managed while anthropomorphic.

“Guh!” the Doctor squeaked, struggling, pawing at the toolbox he’d brought to fix the Eye for leverage. The strong serpentine body curled around his leg had other plans. It snapped him back, slinked from his arse and gagged him until he lost consciousness.

The Master slithered off to restore his body, smugly satisfied.

Two Completely Traumatizing D/M Drabbles

Written as part of an on-going competition to out-crack gothic_hamlet. Sorry about 3 little postlets in one day! *boggles* I'm never as much of an f-list clog as this!

Title: Less Subtle

Author: x_los 

Rating: R

Pairing: Ten/Master

Summary: Ten/Laser Screwdriver (which is actually less dildo-esque than the TCE). Title is from the flavor-text of the Laser Screwdriver toy advertisement, which describes it as a less subtle version of the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver.

Exactly 100 words, excepting the title.


This was bad. This was psychotic, co-dependent, ‘nowhere near the appropriate stages of grief’ bad. You were supposed to write Year of Magical Thinking, or up stakes to Boca, not—

He eased the tool in. Bigger and better than his, as the Master had (repeatedly) observed on the Valliant. Ribbed with none-too-subtle ridges, as if it were designed with this, with him, in mind. Considering all the times the Master had violated him in the manner he was trying so desperately to recreate, it probably had been. He choked on a laugh. The Master had been right. Who’d have sonic?




Title: "No, Seriously, The Enemy Within"

Author: x_los 

Rating: R

Pairing:  Eight/Master

Summary: Eight/Goosnake!Master (oh sweet god no)

Exactly 100 words, excepting the title.



“How did you manage to take snake form?” the Doctor panted, “Or escape the Eye of Harmony? Or—”

“Shhh,” the Master hissed (It might have just been ‘Sssss’—hard to tell.). As a gooey cobra, he twined up into the Doctor in ways he’d never managed while anthropomorphic.

“Guh!” the Doctor squeaked, struggling, pawing at the toolbox he’d brought to fix the Eye for leverage. The strong serpentine body curled around his leg had other plans. It snapped him back, slinked from his arse and gagged him until he lost consciousness.

The Master slithered off to restore his body, smugly satisfied.