(I have completely given up on having my titles make sense.)

Um, this one... started as a Five Things To Do Instead Of Fixing The TARDIS. (Three found one of Jamie's half-finished socks in the wardrobe room and decided to learn how to knit. Yes, of course Jamie knit his own socks - not least because Frazier Hines has fantastic hands. Shusht. *g*) Then stuff happened.

Anyway.

Title: Madame Nostradamus, I Presume
Summary: This is a Third Doctor "how the Scarf got into the wardrobe room" story. Sort of.
Notes: 363 words. Gen, rated G. Season 10-11 hiatus of Classic Who.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! )
The new episode of Doctor Who has entirely fried my brain. I am therefore joining the [livejournal.com profile] crossovers100 challenge with a claim of Three-era Who.

(Because, yeah, deciding to write 100 crossovers featuring the same fandom is so much more sensible than joining Death By Aspirin, which was my first inclination. *eyeroll* Hey, I'm shy, okay?)

Sorry to kind of asplode your friend pages, but tables apparently don't like being behind cuts any better than polls do...

001. Beginnings.002. Middles.003. Ends.004. Insides.005. Outsides.
006. Hours.007. Days.008. Weeks.009. Months.010. Years.
011. Red.012. Orange.013. Yellow.014. Green.015. Blue.
016. Purple.017. Brown.018. Black.019. White.020. Colourless.
021. Friends.022. Enemies.023. Lovers.024. Family.025. Strangers.
026. Teammates.027. Parents.028. Children.029. Birth.030. Death.
031. Sunrise.032. Sunset.033. Too Much.034. Not Enough.035. Sixth Sense.
036. Smell.037. Sound.038. Touch.039. Taste.040. Sight.
041. Shapes.042. Triangle.043. Square.044. Circle.045. Moon.
046. Star.047. Heart.048. Diamond.049. Club.050. Spade.
051. Water.052. Fire.053. Earth.054. Air.055. Spirit.
056. Breakfast.057. Lunch.058. Dinner.059. Food.060. Drink.
061. Winter.062. Spring.063. Summer.064. Fall.065. Passing.
066. Rain.067. Snow.068. Lightening.069. Thunder.070. Storm.
071. Broken.072. Fixed.073. Light.074. Dark.075. Shade.
076. Sun.077. Trees.078. Sea.079. Desert.080. Island.
081. Mountain.082. Cave.083. Wet.084. Dry.085. Hot.
086. Cold.087. Choice.088. He.089. She.090. Home.
091. Birthday.092. Christmas.093. Thanksgiving.094. Independence.095. New Year.
096. Writer's Choice.097. Writer's Choice.098. Writer's Choice.099. Writer's Choice.100. Writer's Choice.
Let's make a TARDIS wave throughout LJ. When you see this entry, post a picture of the show to your own journal, if you like.


Okay... I'm actually supposed to be posting today's rec on Calufrax. I got a bit sidetracked here.

Title: Balm of Hurt Minds
Summary: Why the Doctor doesn't sleep.
Notes: Gen, 150 words. Third Doctor exile.

Sleep, the innocent sleep - sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care; the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. --William Shakespeare



He doesn't sleep.

“I'm a Time Lord,” he tells them. “I don't need to sleep.” It's true, for the most part: he doesn't need sleep as humans do, in measured doses every night. He can get by with the occasional booster shot when his naturally resilient system begins to run down.

“I'm too busy,” he tells himself. “There's no time to sleep.” It's true, usually. There are always alien invasions, mad scientists, or the Brigadier's paperwork to battle. And behind it all, burning, his consuming need to mend the TARDIS and escape.

But in the long middle-nights when the experiments are all running smoothly - when there's nothing to do but wait, and sleep is calling his name - he still doesn't sleep. He can't accept the human rhythm of day and night, because that would be an assimilation into their culture.

An admission that, just maybe... he won't be leaving.
Okay, it seems 600 words is a bit long for a [livejournal.com profile] dw100  post - it is "dw100", after all - so at the mod's request, I'm shifting the edited version of "Well, That's Just Ducky" over here.

Once again, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] primsong  for pointing out the plot-hole that this version fixed!

Title: Well, That's Just Ducky
Summary: Three meets Ducky in L-Space. And they save MarySue!me's life.
Notes: Gen, 600 words, fluffity pointless fluff. ;-)

Clicky to read... )
Okay... this one is basically pointless. Challenge word #4 was "crossover"; what I actually wound up doing is more of a Doctor Who/NCIS/Mary Sue MacGuffin, frankly. (Or in English: "Ow, I can't write with this headache, I just want to be the filling in a Three-and-Ducky sandwich right now.")

Being me, it's extremely G-rated. Just a nice little piece of unabashed cuddlefluff - which is actually a first for me, I normally get quite flustered writing cuddlefluff. Maybe [livejournal.com profile] primsong 's finally rubbing off on me...

Oh, and I apologize for the title. ;-)

Title: Well, That's Just Ducky
Summary: ...Summary? Um... Three, Ducky, and MarySue!me in L-Space...
Notes: Gen, 550 words. Fluffity pointless fluff!

Clicky to read... )
[livejournal.com profile] primsong mentioned over on the Doctor Who Friending Meme that she had a plushie!Three. So I was all "Squee, so do I! I post picture!"

So: here's Tiny!Three. (I should probably take more pictures, but I have an incredibly hard time posing amigurumi for some reason.)

He's about 9.5 inches tall - my first all-crochet project, or was till I knitted the cape. I adapted him from [livejournal.com profile] snuffykin 's Tiny!Ten pattern - resized the head (chibi!Three looked a bit weird), made him a tad bit taller, added cuff-ruffles and '70s collar (not terribly visible right here, but the cape's detachable). I'm not sure Three actually had a royal purple jacket at any time, but I had one ounce of this gorgeous yarn left and wanted to do something special with it. And you know Three could totally wear a purple jacket.

Tiny!Three and the Very Deep Hole, now with no hole

Also, for no particular reason (under cuts so as not to asplode flist):

Dinosaur! )

And ghost! )

No, I do not have a picture of all three together. And I do not have a knitted TARDIS. Yet.

(Btw, Primsong? Your plushie is cooler than my plushie; yours has satin cape-lining and foofy hair. And is big enough to be huggable.)
I will probably put up a LOL later today. For now, here's my first-ever challenge drabble, cross-posted from [livejournal.com profile] dw100 for the sake of tidiness (and also a little bit of showing off. sigh.)

Title: Worse Than Ever
Summary: Three, Jo, Delgado!Master... and finger painting?!
Notes: Gen, rated G, 100 words. From challenge #278: Child. Warning - silly.

Under here... )
Okay, I did this a while back - my first fandom LOL ever, in fact. Pic ganked from [livejournal.com profile] isiscaughey 's "Three and Sarah Jane Picspam of Awesome", for the record. With the sudden influx of Whovians on my flist thanks to the Doctor Who Friending Meme (thanks for pointing me there, [livejournal.com profile] primsong !), I thought this would be an appropriate time to post it here.

(It is one of my major fandom "sads" that Jon Pertwee never acted Gandalf... he would've been perfect. Heh, sometime I've got to do a picspam of my fantasy LOTR cast - believe me, it's wild. Incomplete, but wild. Remind me to collect pics for that...)

So I finally decided to dust off this little piece of Doctor Who nonsense, which I wrote several months ago, and see if anyone else thinks it's good enough to put up on FFnet or Teaspoon.

Title: One More Time
Summary: The Thirteenth Doctor explains something to Sarah Jane.
Notes: Gen, 272 words. Warning - utter crackfic... or is it? ;-)

Click to read... )

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