Your career as a baker will be short and very sticky {10/R, G}
LOL, forever. I've only just found the DW Comics page and omg yes yes yes. I love that they're so downright freaky-deaky. And how awful some of the illustrations of Rose are (I really hope Billie phoned them up and demanded to know what the hell was going on).
ANYWAY. I come bearing Halloween fic - eleven days early fo sho, but that's called Being Organised, right?
Again, it's another then_theres_us prompt. And I really didn't mean to write anything for this picture, but...it happened. Sorry. I also apologise for the spacing - my lj clearly has Issues.
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'Ours don't look anything like the ones in the book,' says Rose, frowning down her nose. She picks up a particularly odd creation and sniffs it dubiously.
'This yours?' she asks, waving it beneath his nose. 'I don't remember putting bloody peppermint in mine.'
The Doctor sniffs the biscuit. 'Neither did I,' he says indignantly and chomps down. Rose eyes him expectantly.
'Different,' is the indistinct diagnosis.
'Oh right,' she hums cheerfully, pushing the baking tray firmly over to one side. 'Different. So what about these?' she sing-songs as she pulls the next one towards her. 'These...um. Things.'
He sighs. 'Rose. Don't be daft. Those are obviously bats.'
'Oh, these are yours too,' she says, sounding expressively interested. 'Well,' she continues, pressing a finger into her cheek, 'I'm not quite sure where or when these bats existed but I'm fairly convinced I don't ever want to go there. This one, for example, with the six wings and enormous dripping fangs. Is that a prehistoric bat?'
The Doctor picks up one of her drooping pumpkin biscuits in retaliation. 'Did your mum grow this?' he asks demurely.
Rose raises her eyebrows slightly and cocks her head in a non-verbal 'it's on.' She makes a grab for his tray and comes up trumps with a gingernut smeared in sludgy grey icing. 'Wow,' she says, her face carefully blank. 'Just...wow.' She holds it up to her eyes and puts in an imaginary monocle. 'The detailing is simply superb. I really feel the emotion in this one.'
He snatches it back and stuffs it in a pocket, already brandishing another at her. 'What does this say, Rose,' he queries, forehead puckered up in mock confusion, ' 'Rulp'? I'm afraid that's not a word in any language, Rose. What were you trying to communicate? 'Run'? Short for 'Run, or this biscuit'll gnaw your legs off' ?'
Her hand's already fumbling on the tray but she's too busy glaring sabres at him to check which she's picking up. 'Look!' she cries, 'what's this, then? Why, it's a...it's...' She looks at it. 'It's us! Sort of. Maybe. From a distance, and possibly upside down.'
'What do you mean?' he demands. 'That's you there and that's me and that blue blob there's the TARDIS because the blue icing was really runny.'
Rose peers down. 'I think I ought to be really offended,' she says, and she snaps the biscuit in half. He opens his mouth in horror and then looks a bit confused when she hands him his piece.
'This is your bit,' he says, trying to hand it back to her, 'look, it's got you on it and everything. All pink and things.'
Rose blinks calmly at him, then bites off his head.
He gapes at her. 'You just ate me!' She crunches noisily and deliberately. 'Mmm,' she says. 'This one's actually edible, too. Tasty Doctor brains. Full of air, though.'
The Doctor frowns at Rose and Rose grins at the Doctor and somehow (the wherefores and the whenfores and howfores are a bit unclear) the Doctor ends up grinning foolishly back at Rose and then he bites her head off too.
ANYWAY. I come bearing Halloween fic - eleven days early fo sho, but that's called Being Organised, right?
Again, it's another then_theres_us prompt. And I really didn't mean to write anything for this picture, but...it happened. Sorry. I also apologise for the spacing - my lj clearly has Issues.
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'Ours don't look anything like the ones in the book,' says Rose, frowning down her nose. She picks up a particularly odd creation and sniffs it dubiously.
'This yours?' she asks, waving it beneath his nose. 'I don't remember putting bloody peppermint in mine.'
The Doctor sniffs the biscuit. 'Neither did I,' he says indignantly and chomps down. Rose eyes him expectantly.
'Different,' is the indistinct diagnosis.
'Oh right,' she hums cheerfully, pushing the baking tray firmly over to one side. 'Different. So what about these?' she sing-songs as she pulls the next one towards her. 'These...um. Things.'
He sighs. 'Rose. Don't be daft. Those are obviously bats.'
'Oh, these are yours too,' she says, sounding expressively interested. 'Well,' she continues, pressing a finger into her cheek, 'I'm not quite sure where or when these bats existed but I'm fairly convinced I don't ever want to go there. This one, for example, with the six wings and enormous dripping fangs. Is that a prehistoric bat?'
The Doctor picks up one of her drooping pumpkin biscuits in retaliation. 'Did your mum grow this?' he asks demurely.
Rose raises her eyebrows slightly and cocks her head in a non-verbal 'it's on.' She makes a grab for his tray and comes up trumps with a gingernut smeared in sludgy grey icing. 'Wow,' she says, her face carefully blank. 'Just...wow.' She holds it up to her eyes and puts in an imaginary monocle. 'The detailing is simply superb. I really feel the emotion in this one.'
He snatches it back and stuffs it in a pocket, already brandishing another at her. 'What does this say, Rose,' he queries, forehead puckered up in mock confusion, ' 'Rulp'? I'm afraid that's not a word in any language, Rose. What were you trying to communicate? 'Run'? Short for 'Run, or this biscuit'll gnaw your legs off' ?'
Her hand's already fumbling on the tray but she's too busy glaring sabres at him to check which she's picking up. 'Look!' she cries, 'what's this, then? Why, it's a...it's...' She looks at it. 'It's us! Sort of. Maybe. From a distance, and possibly upside down.'
'What do you mean?' he demands. 'That's you there and that's me and that blue blob there's the TARDIS because the blue icing was really runny.'
Rose peers down. 'I think I ought to be really offended,' she says, and she snaps the biscuit in half. He opens his mouth in horror and then looks a bit confused when she hands him his piece.
'This is your bit,' he says, trying to hand it back to her, 'look, it's got you on it and everything. All pink and things.'
Rose blinks calmly at him, then bites off his head.
He gapes at her. 'You just ate me!' She crunches noisily and deliberately. 'Mmm,' she says. 'This one's actually edible, too. Tasty Doctor brains. Full of air, though.'
The Doctor frowns at Rose and Rose grins at the Doctor and somehow (the wherefores and the whenfores and howfores are a bit unclear) the Doctor ends up grinning foolishly back at Rose and then he bites her head off too.