The Master found it harder than expected to compose his note to the Doctor.... the Doctor as he had been so long ago. He could barely recall how it was between them, it was so long ago.

But finally, he produced a letter in an elegant hand.

My dear Doctor ( Read more... )

When exactly meeting up for drinks with the Master had become a regular thing, Rory wasn't sure. But it helped, having one other person around who understood things. Even if that one person was a megalomaniacal alien ( Read more... )

((Plus their Shoggies if they care to appear. Backdated to December 31st of last year.))Variety may be the spice of life, but there was something to be said for familiarity and the stability and balance it brought, particularly for someone whose interpersonal relationships had been on a perpetual revolving door basis, with few exceptions. For ( Read more... )

The Master had been in many prisons in his lives, of varying security and comfort. They tended to be more temporary arrangements than his would-be captors anticipated. The idea of a 'detention' therefore seemed more like an entertaining novelty than an ominous prospect ( Read more... )

(( this post is for entertainment purposes only. Albus is not a real therapist. Admittedly inspired by nonsensical sidechat ( Read more... )

It was quiet in the Gryffindor common room ( Read more... )

It had been a productive summer for A's garden, and he'd laid in plenty of preserves and pickles and other culinary delights. But the original purpose of his garden had been medicinal, and that didn't go neglected either. He was working on a batch of salve now, carefully grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle, stirring lightly simmering pots of ( Read more... )

"Master...What are you doing to our room?"

(This unpopcorning was approved by fellow DCU players.)

She was saturated in melted butter, it trickled down her curves, getting lost under her corset and waistband. Rivulets past the tattoo on her exposed hip, and it looked like the Clown Prince was poised to lick it from her skin. She lifted a heavy hand, a six inch colt python at home in her palm ( Read more... )

Jherek Carnelian and Rarity had been palling around, and had come to the conclusion that Hogwarts required a bit of aggressive beautification- neither of them being the sort to tackle anyone and force 'good taste' upon them, they had decided that offering free makeovers in the Great Hall was the best way to go about this- not only was it a way to ( Read more... )