eleventh_doctor: (the oral fixation icon)
:: Select 5-10 first lines from your fic/etc
:: Post them, exactly as they are, punctuation, italics/etc, and all
:: Challenge your flist to write a drabble or ficlet with the same first line in the comments
:: Have fun with what people come up with!
:: Repost at will

1. Time doesn’t run linearly, of course.

2. Their relationship is like a dance, twisting, turning.

3. There was absolute silence in the TARDIS.

4. Little known fact: days on Yestiran are about 6.5 billion times shorter than the days on Raphleton, which makes them about 6.022 times ten to the 23rd times longer than the days on Tw’ilek, which doesn’t actually exist anymore since they were destroyed by some... Death... Moon... or something, but their time measurements are the same size as human hours, just starting from a different point and counting from the beginning of their civilization instead of starting all over again with every day, like on Earth.

5. Having a row with your TARDIS is not an advisable thing to do for many reasons, one of the least of which is your TARDIS could make it very difficult to locate your own bedroom.

6. The thing about the door was that she couldn’t remember it ever having been there before.

7. It’s like the woods from a storybook, she decides, only more.

8. You do not worship at any one altar.

9. You find her on a planet that shouldn’t exist.

10. TAPE #K9950073(BW)

S: I still have dreams about him, sometimes.

I waffled about 10, but it was an awesome format and resulted in one of my favourite fics, so. I DARE YOU TO WRITE IT.
eleventh_doctor: (the time and tide icon)
I like to think that, over my years, I've developed my sartorial taste to something of an art form. Still, even artists could use some feedback, on occasion.

[Poll #1516570]

Type in your comments and suggestions here!
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{Quiet and formless, a thought with no words yet to give it power; she waits.}

    (Run, run, run-)
She hits the ground running because that’s what she always does, running and running forever and always. She lands on the ground, foot bent slightly the wrong way – but it’s alright, not that story, not this time – and she’s off again. It’s time to save the princess from her high tower because they never pay attention, no matter how many times she tells them to listen. Don’t touch, don’t stray, stay right where you are and don’t wander off. There’s a set of rules to follow in this world, rules she’s been learning since Susan went to school, since long nights reading fairy tales with her and puzzling out the inconsistencies.

    (as fast as you can)
–And just. Fantastic, so very fantastic. She comes to a sudden halt, sighting the wolf in the middle of the path ahead; of course, she should have seen that coming. She can feel the thread of story tugging at her, but she doesn’t have time for this.

“Where are you going?” he asks, teeth bared in a smile as politely dangerous as can be.

She doesn’t smile back, not quite rude but not quite friendly, either. “What business is it of yours?”

“Oh, none, none at all,” he says, and sweeps a paw out at the woods beyond the path. “I just happened to find a patch of the rarest flowers around that corner, and I thought if I should find a pretty lady, I would take her to see them.”

My,” she says, wry because this is a familiar tale, “What big teeth you have.”

ever after (happily) )

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Word count: 2,198
Prompt: 317 – What do you still have from when you were young?
Author's note: I hate RichText. I tried to use it for this, and then it decided my story was too long and froze the screen.
eleventh_doctor: (the And...? icon)
If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?
eleventh_doctor: (worlds out there)
What if the Doctor regenerationed three seasons early and then proceeded to meet all of Joann's Doctor Who headvoices (and then some)?

[livejournal.com profile] eleventh_doctor as the Doctor
[livejournal.com profile] not_theman_iwas as the Other Doctor
[livejournal.com profile] lynda_with_a_y as the sweet one
[livejournal.com profile] just_koschei as the snarky-but-heroic other-universe Master
[livejournal.com profile] blewupthewizard as the demolitions expert
[livejournal.com profile] loud_and_ginger as the misplaced bride
[livejournal.com profile] born_running as the human archetype
and [livejournal.com profile] rose_and_thorn as the Lady.
(Also starring Schrodinger as the time-traveling cat companion extraordinaire - otherwise known as himself.)

Guest-starring Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Mickey Smith, Martha Jones, and several others.

"What about everything? What about aeroplanes, and
What about ships that drink the sea?
What about, what about the moon and stars? What about soldiers,
Battle scars, and all the anger that they eat?
I am not in need.

Get away and come with me,
Come away with me and we'll see
If I was right on that night, that a future was made."

It turns out if you take the Time Vortex into you willingly, it comes out like a suicide in that your next regeneration lacks key reproductive organs you’ve had for millennia.

“How do I look?” is the new Doctor’s first sentence.

“Blimey,” says Lynda.

“Oh, my God,” says Rose.

“Nice,” Jack says, and leers just a bit. But no one pays attention to him, because that’s just Jack for you.

After they’ve had a few adventures together, they settle into a pattern, of sorts. The Doctor tends to split them up in groups of two– because, she claims, she can’t keep track of three people at once. She rotates the groups to ‘keep things interesting’; at any given time it could be Lynda and Rose on their own, next Lynda and Jack. Jack’s groups tend to come back adrenaline-flushed and with shirts wrinkled or backwards, but as long as they still find time to follow whatever instructions she leaves them with, the Doctor chooses to ignore it.

what about aliens? what about you and me and what about gold beneath the sea? )

Prompt: "What About Everything", all the DW pups you have.
Word count: 1500+
Author's note: I demand better-quality chocolate. Chocolate is my beta.
eleventh_doctor: (glance over shoulder / alien slutgrrl te)
I know I haven't... technically... finished my last playlist meme, but this one is more freeform! So there!

And also, located here and open for... pretty much all my pups.

eleventh_doctor: (strawberry-banana!)
This is what I get for procrastinating on my schoolwork losing my phone and having to rebuild my music playlist YOU CAN ACTUALLY READ THROUGH STRIKE-THROUGHS, CAN'T YOU? ADMIT IT!

Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea could be someone else's leafy water.
Warning: By posting this up you should be willing to seek out the same meme on your friends list and give them some music too!

01. How it works: Place this post up in your journal.
02. Fellow friends list members [and their writers too] are to then in turn comment to your post with music.
03. Said music is shared via an upload that you can download, or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged that reminds them of you.
04. When you comment leave the song title and artist in the subject line so that if someone else thought of the same song they don't have to send it to you again, ;)
05. With enough people and enough variety of songs you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those that know you pretty well [or so you hope].
06. Download and enjoy!
eleventh_doctor: (make her own boredom-buster)
Why you shouldn't have more than one Doctor in your head at a time: they catfight.

eleventh_doctor: (you know you want it)
Barbara Manatee,
You are the one for me!
Sent from up above,
You are the one I love.

After tightening the rear valve, recalibrating the manifold intake, and sorting through one-eighth of the Wardrobe Room’s racks, the Doctor decided she’d had enough and marched off in search of her latest companion. Buffy had declared a veto on setting foot outside the TARDIS until she’d finished ‘something really important’ without explaining why or what, and it was time to put an end to this stagnation.

She found her in the lounge, surrounded by empty snack wrappers and a stack of DVDs, intently watching the television. The Doctor cleared her throat, loudly. “Hello?”


“You know, it’s very rude to not answer someone who’s talking to y– Is that Endangered Love?”

“Shh,” Buffy said, eyes not leaving the screen. “Bill just admitted he can’t dance, and Barbara has no one to take her to the ball. It’s like my life, except with less undead and more flippers.”

“Addicted to aquatic soap operas,” the Doctor said, nodding wisely. “I ought to’ve warned you about that. They can be very – “

After a few minutes and a startling confession about manatee lipstick had passed, Buffy realised something had been said. “Very what?”

“Is this the episode where she tries on that new blue bow?” the Doctor said. “I love that one.”

Ten hours and countless bags of popcorn and chocolate bars passed before they resurfaced from the world of Manatee Love. Both agreed the marathon had been well worth it.
eleventh_doctor: (watching the ceiling cat watching you)
Time doesn’t run linearly, of course. Just because a Doctor occupies one point in time and space, doesn’t mean she can’t be occupying others simultaneously. Ten years is a long time.

He sits at her table, not the other way around. The reasons blur over time, but she thinks it was because she looked a little lonely. He smiles brightly, and chatters, and offers her a pastry. She buys him a cuppa, and the pastries, too, so he won’t have to steal money from a bank machine this time.

He chats with her for an hour, and then runs off to save the world (again).

Not quite.(

every angel is terrifying. )

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 316 - What were you doing ten years ago?
Word count: 895
Author's note: This was supposed to be a silly Doctor&Doctor catch-up fic. My brain had other ideas. Sulk.
eleventh_doctor: (headtilt weighing options)
That ball of fire that sits beside me-
He beats the earth, and Jesus loves him.
His days are long, his bones are broken;
I served him right, I go to heaven.

Their relationship is like a dance, twisting, turning. A long dance over the ages, a tango, a waltz, a swing step. The music changes, the partners age – a beard there, a new gender here– but the dance lives on.

They’re dancing now. He twirls her on the down-beat, almost enough force applied to dislocate her arm. In a minute, she’s in a position to snap his neck – muscle memory changes, but the memory of Venusian Aikido doesn’t die. They smile, and make it look so effortless that no one can tell the work going into their steps. It’s a fight in disguise. It always has been.

I go with him. )
eleventh_doctor: (the helm of her ship)
To celebrate the New Year's: the Doctor Facebook page!

cut for length )
eleventh_doctor: (split screen uncertain)
Because I was viciously held captive by a music video for most of this day by a music video and didn't write any of the things I'd meant to, I'm posting it here.

Oh, and also because it has to do with the Doctor. Contains clips from up to The End of Time, Part One, though really only spoilers for up to the Waters of Mars.

eleventh_doctor: (the oral fixation icon)
I said this back when the new Doctor was first announced, but given my recent quietness, I feel the need to reiterate, especially given my recent fail in writing: I'm not going to stop writing my Eleven.

That said, she's officially AU now for which Rusty is making me grateful, and I'm waiting on new canons to decide whether to write any of Matt Smith!Doctor into Claudia Black!Doctor. WE SHALL SEE. At the moment, though, I'm thinking her divergence point is The Waters of Mars, possibly even with a quiet blackout of some of the, er, odder elements of RTD's reign. I'll probably be experimenting with that in the future.

And maybe find her an RP! Who knows? Also, because I have this giant post already, and I've been ridiculously missing my icons, if anyone would be willing to give an icon addict her boost? I actually have extra userpics bought for her, because of a Thing, but I can't swing the paid time which is really sad. D:

/begging in the Cone of Shame

Also I have this timeline of her fics for me to tweak into a proper timeline thing in the future.

A fic timeline, of sorts. Also pictures, because I love you all. )
eleventh_doctor: (how am I so awesome?)
Since I have a feeling I'm going to have a very loud Eleven voice after I watch new Who tomorrow. >>

1. Put your mp3 player on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics.
3. Let your friends assign you a song and character(s) to write a drabble to.
4. Realize that your MP3 player is temporarily misplaced and pick songs from your youtube favourites list randomly.
5. Cop out on linking to the lyrics. >>

Preferred pairing or other characters to include?:
Would you like me to include your muse?:

Songs )

Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas! <3
eleventh_doctor: (split screen uncertain)
Crop circles in the sand. The universe always starts with riddles. They’re her downfall, the mysteries. She’s like an object caught in their orbit, endlessly looping them in messy circles, inspecting, taking the pieces of the puzzles in her hands and searching for the shape of how they’re put together.

Sometimes the pieces are made of glass, and they cut her hands. Sometimes– sometimes. But she can’t put them down, because she has to know, and that’s the paradox of her mind, endlessly drawn to that which will hurt her.

This is old. This is ancient, written in hieroglyphs only men with ghosts in their minds and dust on their hands can translate.

The universe is immutable. Energy and heat, these are forms that will always exist. Only the shapes change, become new in their paths. They fascinate her, the shapes of things. Like a child caught in the wonder of a colourful mobile, she is so dazzled by an unexpected turn that she forgets the endings will all be the same. Entropy takes hold, the constant of the universe.

This is not new. The newness is perceptions of the universe, ever-changing. The newness is the ability to look at a piece of the universe as if it’s never been seen before, as if it isn’t made up of the same matter, energy, heat as a million pieces before it, the same building blocks that have endured for time immemorial. She marvels in her companions’ abilities to make the old new, and in her wonder forgets her own talent for the re-imagining of the universe. From them, she learns, and that’s new; and with them, she forgets, and learns anew. It’s a borrowed gift, one she’ll have to give back someday.

For now, though, she has it. For now, the universe is full of mystery, even when it slices her hearts open to know it. And because it is so filled, she will always renew, always emerge in life. The day it ceases to amaze her is the day she’ll breathe her last, and become part of the immutable pattern.


Today is not that day.

And that’s new, too.

Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 313 - Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.
Word count: 360


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