Once again I haven't posted anything for months because for some reason I never feel like writing while I'm at uni. Since coming home for Christmas, I've written some furry smut (which go on Yiffstar because this is a fanfic journal) and a few pages of a Hitchhiker's Guide fic my friend requested, which is about Ford and Arthur's time on ( Read more... )

It’s a well known fact amongst time travellers that Sunnydale, California, Earth was situated on top of a rift in space and time known locally as the Hellmouth until early in the 21st Century when the entire town was destroyed.

It’s a less well-known fact Sunnydale was home to a total of 12 cemeteries, and it was in one of these that a white ( Read more... )

At the centre of the island was a large orange grove, full of small animals I never managed to catch and a few larger ones that came close to catching me on more than one occasion. A river curved around the east side of the trees, cutting the beach in half and trickling between the mighty cliffs to the south, through the cave where I slept and into ( Read more... )

As he was half dragged, half carried over to the TARDIS console, presumably so that he could be bent over and fucked to within an inch of his life, the Doctor reached out and ran a hand down his lover’s cheek. The Master stopped muttering about horses undoing all his bad work and parted his lips. He took the Doctor’s thumb into his mouth, sucking ( Read more... )

A light breeze ruffled the Doctor’s hair. Rather than drop the reigns and push it out of his face, he turned his head to the left and allowed the wind to do the job for him. If he didn’t know better, he’d be wondering whether the breeze hadn’t drawn his attention that way on purpose, to make sure he caught the eye of the man riding alongside him.

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Just one more to go after these. The last prompt is "oyster" but I still have an artist's choice going spare. I've looked at the bigger versions of the prompt table and think I might go for "tea" or "horses".

Prompt 6: Farming
Rating: PG

“Why the Grumpy Face?” asked the Doctor, throwing another bale of hay onto the pile. None of the farm’s inhabitants ( Read more... )

The problem with the cloister bell, the Doctor reflected as he hurried along the corridors of his TARDIS, was that it always went off at the most inconvenient moments. He never heard it when he was enjoying a nice cup of tea or doing a crossword; it always had to annoy him when he was in the middle of critical maintenance or about to get into the ( Read more... )

The look of distaste on the Master’s face as he swept his gaze over the people that surrounded them was almost worth the damage that the mud was doing to his trainers. Never mind that he had numerous identical pairs on the TARDIS; he would be able to tell the difference. In these shoes he’d run from the Daleks, the Cybermen and the Slitheen and ( Read more... )

…“You can worry about it later,” the Master growled, re-capturing his mouth and adding a little teeth to the kiss…

…an assertive hand slid around his waist and rested in the small of his back, asserting a firm pressure to suggest that he might like to arch upwards into his lover’s embrace…

…wrapping his hand around the Master’s cock, he ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, it would have to wait. The Mistress had run off after disarming him and knocking him to the ground, instead of killing him as he’d half-expected. Clutching his sword tightly, he jogged down the street after her. As he rounded the corner she’d disappeared down, his heart sank when he saw her enter his TARDIS.

So that’s what she ( Read more... )