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Oct. 30th, 2011

I dream of TARDIS~

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This is Three's Riffing sample for itsjustagamerp, because it made me giggle too much to not.

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Jun. 9th, 2011


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A billion speckled ponies and rainbows to whoever bought me paid time and icons. ♥! ♥!

Jan. 3rd, 2011

that certain rakish appeal

hold on tight, you know she's a little bit dangerous.

hey where's your work? what's your game? I know your business but I don't know your name.Collapse )

Oct. 28th, 2010

oh ffffuuu

something blue. (my_dear_doctor)

It's funny, considering that she almost doesn't notice it at first. She thinks, vaguely, that something's fallen on her stomach or some such, and doesn't think much until she opens her eyes and tries to sit up and the... weight goes with her.

Naturally, she glances down to see what it is.

And looks again, just in case.

After a few moments, she presses a finger to the bandage on her arm, and then to the definite swell in her stomach.

All things considered, it's perfectly natural that her next act is to fill the immediate area with the sound of loud and creative cursing in multiple languages.

Mar. 27th, 2010

I walk in shadows

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter...

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This may or may not have previously been a public post office box. ...It isn't anymore.

Mar. 17th, 2010


for your lolz and my giggles.

Context: For LA!plot, Three got shoved into the role of 'Susan Foreman', a somewhat well-known B movie actress dating the lead of the hit show Professor What.

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Mar. 10th, 2010

that certain rakish appeal

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SO! The following is a helpful ramble about Time Lords & suicide & why this would result in a change of gender, with an emphasis on the sort of conclusions your Gallifreyan character can make if they realize they're talking to someone who used to be male/female. Obviously, this is my personal canon, but since I figure other people don't have much cause to spend hours considering this sort of thing, it might be helpful to provide my opinions as at least a sort of jumping-off point.

Without further ado, I present

Regendered Regenerations & You
A Handy Spare Hand Guide!

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Feb. 17th, 2010

I walk in shadows

like classics play aces stay with me, go places.

think about the homeless traveler in her old police box, her days like crazy paving. [application]Collapse )

I walk in the shadows, just like you. [permission meme]Collapse )

Feb. 12th, 2010

I walk in shadows

circular time: the spaces between

"-sort of dreamspace, you know," she says, words falling from her mouth like pebbles. They drop on the ground; and, like pebbles on water, the ground reverberates in circular motion, echoes of her voice dissipating into the space surrounding them.

The Doctor smiles, suddenly, sunnily; and offers a jelly baby from a small paper bag.

"This isn't me, yet," she tells the girl, earnest and gentle. "It might never be. Perhaps I killed off that man along with the clown. Someday, I might even find out."

She scans the crowds, hands thrust deep into her trouser pockets, her face half hidden in shadow. "It was for the best. And anyway, it doesn't matter here, not in circular time. It's a-"

Feb. 7th, 2010

that certain rakish appeal

a Valentine's Day special.

How to Show Your Best Enemy You Care
Or, five gifts the Master attempted to give the Doctor for St. Valentine’s, and one she accepted.

1. Buy her a dozen roses.

The Doctor held the bouquet at arm’s length, sniffing it gingerly for some sign of poison or explosives or anything else likely to put a crimp on her day. Once she was satisfied that it was merely a harmless armful of roses sprayed with some sort of cheap daisy perfume, she lay them back down in their box, an elegant silk-lined affair that had arrived anonymously that morning. Immediately, as if on cue, the phone rang.

“Aren’t these left over from your business with the Autons?” she said into the receiver, without bothering to wait for an introduction. “Don’t even try to deny it, they’re made of plastic. You didn’t even scent them with the right perfume. And, seeing as how you tried to kill my friend with one of these, I really don’t think they count as a proper romantic gift under any circumstances.”

The other end of the line hung up.

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Community: justprompts
Word count: 712
Prompt: What's your thoughts on Valentine's Day?

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