*crickets chirp*

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Awright, lads, now I'm very conscious of the fact that this year I have no pre-prepared (is that a tautology?) mathoms to post, which is a bit of a break in tradition for me. And there's not really any way I'm going to get my epic crackfic finished, beta read and britpicked in the next 8 hours

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The Face of Boe. Do anything you want with it!

(although I was initially thinking I'd like a Face of Boe/Ianto Jones futurefic/AU romance where, like, Ianto only visits occasionally because he's busy being a Companion or a Time Lord or future-Torchwooding or something, and they have this really sweet and mannered long-long-term relationship because Ianto has an extended lifetime for some reason AND/OR the aforementioned timetravel, and that this long-distance relationship involved telepathy or epistles with old-fashioned fountain pens and ink, and Ianto still wears pinstripes even though they're terribly out of fashion, and possibly there would be mention of some time when the Face of Boe did not actually live in the jar but was free to roam space or fold space or swim around water planets or whatever it is he did before then [and the The Face's identity and history would be at your discretion and according to your personal preference]

...but then I realized that was probably hemming you in a bit much.)

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I had many thoughts about your parentheses and even started a line but it ended up being far too much to tackle in a single comment! Or a single fleeting thought process. Though the prompt itself delights me a lot

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"Hello," the thing says, only its mouth doesn't move, and the voice is in Ianto's head, and even the flutter of nerves that follow the realisation can't extinguish the faint sense of amusement that came bundled with the greeting.

"Bloody hell," Owen mutters next to Ianto, slorping his way around to the other side of the huge head. "I don't even know how to take readings off this thing. Is it hurt? Does it have internal organs or what? If it's conscious now, maybe we can get it to communicate. As long as that doesn't involve any tentacling..."

"Hello," Ianto says back, getting in response another twitch of the mouth and--making Owen swear again--a twitch of a tentacle or two. "We're Torchwood. You appear to have fallen through..."

"...A rift," the voice reverberates through his head again, with more amusement. Ianto's not quite sure what's so funny, but finds being awash with such a sensation--and one not his own--mildly exhilarating. "In space and time.The pace of the voice is slow, and by the time it's finished completing Ianto's

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YAY!!!!

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I love this SO much.

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Yay!!! I'm v glad :))) It was much fun to write.

ETA: Hee! omg. I just saw your bookmarking on delicious, I didn't even *think* about the fact that the Excalibur one is snuff fic! I am amused.

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Me too. :)

You give good Torchwood.

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Thank you!!

That is nice to hear... I am not really in the fandom, and I'm a bit anxious about the reception of my crackfic. Liek, it's long and ridiculous and Jack isn't even in it and it has every pairing EXCEPT Jack/Ianto. So, I have no idea!

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I am not really in the fandom

No, me neither, but I think there are plenty of fans whose appreciation of Torchwood isn't really... Jack centric. Crazy, stupid, odontophobic people, yes. But plenty of them. And good crackfic is always appreciated! As long as Ianto is in it, you should do fine.