Another (same) fic preview! The Doctor's cat has now been named Winston :D


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Title: Men in Orange Robes

Summary: Fluff!YAY FLUFF! The TARDIS takes the Doc and Rose to meet a child. An xtremely familar child. (Next on Doctor Who…X-TREME CHILDREN!)

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The Doctor had managed to find the bedside lamp and light it, then crawled back to the foot of the bed and placed it on the floor beside Rose.

"Watson!" A voice suddenly boomed from across the apartment.

The Doctor shifted on his knees to stare at the door.  His wide eyes shot frantically between Rose and the metallic object that still glowed ( Read more... )

So after an epic night last night of watching 6 hours of David Tennant in Hamlet and Casanova, what did I dream about?


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This horrid week called for a long, 5-hour session of Photoshop therapy, so I decided to create the preview to my next chapter of the Written Void. It's gonna be schweeet.


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The landlady had left the room, leaving Rose seated uncomfortably in the spare bedroom. Her eyes perused the small room, tastefully but simply decorated.  A musty scent met her nose, the aroma like that of an old book being opened, and she breathed it in deeply. The comforting smell reminded her of a library, almost like the one in the TARDIS, ( Read more... )

For cawmrseagull and halfbreedchild who requested GIFs of our beloved Ninth Doctor.

Oh, BTW, a_celtic_pirate , this icon of THE SPECS OF SEX is for you:

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As they walked side by side, it seemed to Rose that the Doctor's anxiety was slowly dissipating. He strolled with his head bent, his eyes staring fixedly at nothing, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets as his coat swayed about him with each step. She then noticed a slight smile tug at his mouth and slowly widen. He suddenly turned upon her, ( Read more... )

He was running, his long coat flapping behind him as he lengthened his stride. His white shoes pounded the slick cobblestones as he weaved in and out of the lampposts. Yard by yard he was closing in, so close to catching them-

His shoe suddenly caught the slippery edge of a stone and he stumbled forward, his side crashing into a lamppost with ( Read more... )