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Save Me: Doctor+Master
   Darkness. Darkness swirling in a whirlpool of thoughts and reminisces, stalking and tainting those held dear to the psyche. Oh, the center may be bright, but every child knows the more magnificent the spectacle in space, the deadlier.
   One child of Time, older than the beauty of space, is huddled in a cobwebbed corner, knobby knees tucked under his chin, grime-speckled hands cradling a heavy head that seems determined to suck him into the whirlpool as well.
   It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
   He's alone now, but for the throbbing in his chest. It resounds in melancholic fire, determined and grieving. It cries out with the needy ardor he cannot, sending messages into the nebulae.
   
   "Doctor…" Why?
   "Bastard." Where are you?
   "I'm here, Master." He lifts his head to glower at the man in the pinstriped suit, stagnant as the machine they re
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Literature
Off the Abyss: +Holmescest+
"Sherlock, stop it." It's not the first command Mycroft has ever given his brother, nor will it be the last, but perhaps the penultimate. The words aren't caressed by supple lips but forged into jagged edges to be thrown at the prone slump on his couch, to match a temper rising above decades of self-restraint. Mycroft's skin has been pulled taut over his knuckles, cells stretched to their breaking points and seeking release from their bonds as he seeks release from his.
Just one uncaring shove, one anonymous push, one loving feather-light finger to rest upon his shoulder, and he would snap. He daren't think about the consequences now, as they'd ruin the tart sweetness of dancing with the danger he's just begun to flirt with.
Tempt me. He begins to tap his ring finger against his obsolete umbrella in impatience, awaiting confirmation and damnation from the one man who'd ever come close to equaling his intelligence, and certainly the solitary figure who'd made a heist of My
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Literature
Apologetic: CharLa-- giftfic
   You are apologetic.
   Honestly, it's the first time you've ever been so. Even when you were but three feet high (approximately the size of your Italian friend, you recall) and robbed a dirty cradle of its sprouting sunflower, bent towards the stars, you weren't sorry because you knew you deserved a gift.
   In stark contrast, you deserve nothing which you've been given, which she only thinks she's given but you know better, you know you've taken it from her with grimy nails and gnarled fingers, you've scratched and clawed at her mind until she bequeathed it to you, a corpse of volition, the embodiment of will lying face-down in the sod—
   You could do as the Chinese did, you ponder. You could lay beside her and fondle her suspender straps as you permit baby bamboo shards to pierce your organs. You could keep her body alive, stop the chemical processes dead in their tracks, whilst you allow yourself to expire. You cou
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Literature
Awash +ST: TOS Spirk+
He's awash in a sea of colors.
He's just an empty shell, and logically should have no preferences to which, but he finds the healthy green of the foliage or the blue of this planet's sky—and for some reason he knows different planets have differing skies—more aesthetically appealing than the volatile, orange-specked scarlet that now assaults his morphing senses.
He retains sensory information as well as anyone should, and he remembers the cool sensation of the wind at night, when he was seemingly much smaller, and how unpleasant it was until those people found him—a human man, and a woman carrying traits of both Romulans and Vulcans. He recalls his discomfort and unreasonably wishes for it when the scarlet engulfs him in searing heat, hotter than his species is used to. He wishes to freeze in company rather than burn alone.
Maybe he'd like to burn in company, he decides, as suddenly the colors are muffled, the heat replaced with a different, gentler kind of warmth, the s
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Literature
Sevenling: if I asked you
If I asked you, would you clean me?
You see, I've got so much dirt everywhere.
It's almost unbearable.
And if I asked you, would you gingerly rub at the stains on my hands,
Rounding the fingernail with a cool polish?
And would you do likewise for the filth on my face, and cheek, and chest and navel and legs and feet and toes and wrists? And that little brown spot in the middle of my lower back that no one's touched in so long?
Because I don't have enough salt-watery excrement leaking from my photoreceptor ducts to thoroughly clean myself, but you do.
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Literature
All in a Life
It's morning, and Theta's snoring in their room when Koschei gets up to make tea. Koschei smiles and lays the cream out on the table, across from Theta's chair.
It's noon a month later, and Koschei watches Theta fidgeting in his chair, looking stuffy in his formal suit. He takes Theta's hand and runs it between his own before settling it in his left. His skin is still clammy, but at least he stops wearing down the Lord President's couch cushions.
It's sunset a few hours later and they finally hear they'll be given a Loom. Theta spends all of supper gossiping with his mother, and Koschei starts obsessing over name books.
It's evening two centuries later and Koschei curses over the cacophony of the Drums. Their stolen TARDIS disappears into the night with his husband and granddaughter on board. Abandoning him.
It's midnight. Japan is burning. Lucy Saxon is sleeping in the next room. Jack Harkness is kept awake by the ropes around his neck. Martha Jones is whispering bedtime adventures in
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Literature
It's Morning: Doctor-Master
It's morning, and Koschei finds himself smothered by Theta's constricting arms around his chest. He doesn't mind.
It's morning, somewhere. The Doctor can't bring himself to care exactly where, with the Master settling distracting kisses on his brow. It's only somewhere.
It's morning, and the Master is still adjusting to his new body, even if his 'borrowed' mouth feels thoroughly used by a seemingly reticent blonde Doctor.
It's evening, and Theta's stolen TARDIS has just disappeared, seemingly into the rising First Moon.
It's evening in UNIT headquarters—11:59:21, to be exact-- and the Master's pacing in the room below him. The Doctor abandons his experiment.
It's evening on the so-called 'Planet of Fire', and the Master burns to a crisp with his arms outstretched.
It's somewhere, somewhen, with some people in some place doing something, when some Time Lord stops them cold. The other is too busy reviewing his memory to save them.
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Literature
Refresh and Repeat
I couldn't possibly describe how beautiful Theta is. Not in one word, not in a thousand. Not even in a picture. No holoimage could comprehend the scope of his allure, and I pity them for that reason.
Thete is… Amazing. Gorgeous. Alive. Hyperactive, and annoying because of it, but for that same rationale does he smile. And his smile just shines.
He's got these deep blue eyes you can just suck your teeth into, like large blueberries with a lighter centre, and they've twinkled with mischief on more than one occasion. If you're close enough when he's grinning, you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle up as well as his cute little nose. It's got to be the most endearing thing I've ever seen.
The freckles splattered across his cheeks are an artist's work and I could count them, name them all, and point them out to anyone who asks days later. Because I have. See that one, two Earth centimeters to the right of his lips? Its name is Koschei. It's mine.
His lips are nearly perfect, the C
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Literature
Reminiscent-- Doctor-Koschei
It was sick. It was wrong. It was abominable, and he could very well be hanged for it.
He needed it.
He needed to feel the man's—boy's—seventeen, seventeen—skin under his hands. He needed to feel his flesh give and dent and rebound, hardening in some places and softening in others.
Bruising in most.
He was supposed to be an adult. He could handle death. He could handle anything. He could when he was Theta Sigma, so why can't he as the Doctor?
If only the same was true for Koschei.
Koschei was weak. Koschei was foolish. Koschei'd said he'd wanted this, and the Doctor should've known better.
In between thrusts into the boy's body, breaking them both irreparably for millennia to come, Time Lord Victorious pretended not to notice the pained whimpers reverberating through the room, and the white knuckles clutching the headboard.
He didn't want to hold back. He ought to. Kosch never held back, and Kosch was older than him, but now he's not and every
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Literature
Tumultuous-- HenryThomas
Hey, look. A fanfiction.
Fandom: "Becket", circa 1100 (movie release date 1964)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Henry/Thomas
Summary: An introspection on King Henry II's thoughts and emotions through his and Thomas Becket's courtship, and afterwards. "If I'm going to mourn you, I'd rather you be dead!"
Tumultuous.

If there was one word to describe King Henry II, it'd be thus. His brash mood swings, his fleeting flights of fancy. How he saunters around the castle one moment and storms into his room the next.
He seeks escape from his tumultuous feelings. The way bile runs up his throat the morn after a bout of French wine, or the waves of ecstasy riding down his body and frightening the little boy who lives inside.
For one so free with his feelings, Henry keeps so much inside.
He runs to an old friend—a confidante of sorts. He sheds his inhibitions as he enters Thomas Becket's chambers, becoming not King Henry II but just simply Henry.
Henry cannot tell if Bec
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Literature
The Mask
        Ralph was fighting against that mask.
        He wasn't fighting against Jack, no; he couldn't. He couldn't harm the one he once cradled.
He could harm the mask.
He could kill it—stab it, burn it—he could destroy it, before it destroyed him.
He couldn't destroy Jack.
Ralph stared into the eternal emerald-and-ebony war paint smeared clumsily on Jack's face, damning it. His gaze lingered as the Mask slowly at away at Jack's skin, leaving nothing but bone and evil.
He couldn't stand it.
He—just—could not—
Jack charged, the Mask charged, at Ralph, brandishing his spear. It was still bloody from the last slaughtered sow, and Ralph hated it, too. But not as much as he hated the mask; the thing that murdered the one he loved. The beast who slithered into Jack's body and masqueraded as him.
But his eyes, his eyes—
There was one thing the Mask couldn't hide, and that was Jack's
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Literature
Thirteen Methods...
Thirteen Methods of Counting Seconds, Minutes, and Hours
I
Antiquated grandfather
Tell me, is it Time?
Sit in your rocking chair
The creaks mark my
Seconds.
II
It passes in silence
The men sneak towards the sun
It's running out for them
It betrays them
And they
III
"Tip the hourglass,"
She said.
"Again. Again."
There are only three sides to one.
She's running out of it,
IV
Two raindrops fall from her petals.
She opens easily, awkwardly.
Springtime has come, and the white death fails to have
V
A reason for being
Isn't a reason at all.
I think;
Time knows.
His periwinkle eyes shine numbers.
One, two, three, four—
In a quick
VI
[The] succession isn't correct.
Look, you've got to march to a rhythm.
It has to be to a certain tune—
The drums come in at a specific
VII
Time.
It runs over the galaxy
Like a hand-knit blanket.
It snuffs out the
VIII
Flame pierces the soul,
And it collapses as a pile of wood
Where you once sat back, gazing at a round-shaped sun [dial].
It's set.
The dial
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Literature
Han's Hands
Han's Hands
He lay on the operation table, silent and corpse-like, wishing he could sleep. Just wishing-- no will. He knew it was useless to try.
Why?
"He—that—is not normal! It's unnatural!" A hushed voice reached his ears. Logic told him it was a doctor (sterile smell, brightness behind the eyelids, high-pitched beeps with equal intervals). Fear told him it was a threat. He tried to move away from the sound, now too low for him to decipher, but he found himself unable to.
Why?
Some part of his mind kept repeating the question; it had for a while, he knew. Why was the sky blue? Why was grass green? Why couldn't he move, or sleep, or even think properly?
"I should just kill it. It'll only suffer."
The voice was back. He stiffened.
"No!" A new sound. It was irksome and high-pitched, but it wanted to help him.
Don't kill me…
"And why not? Look at it!"
"He's human too!"
Why?
"It's a monster! It's killed people! With those… that…"
I can't kill. I can't even speak.
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Literature
A Curious Happening
Fandoms: BBC's  "Sherlock"
Characters: Sherlock, John
Pairings: Established Sherlock/John
Warnings: Erm… Does obscene cuteness count? Oh, and womb envy. Insane Sherlock-esque womb envy.
Summary: Sherlock stumbles across a bereft pram in the park after being thrown out by John, filled with a highly unusual occupant.
"—And don't come back until you've returned it and apologized to Molly!" shouted John Watson, who'd snapped when his lovely flatmate had returned with a detached human arm in his coat. Sherlock had reasoned he could use it for a new experiment about the skin on elbows when soaked in certain liquids, and figured the dead man had no real need for it, but John seemed to disagree. Sherlock smirked inwardly at the memory of John's anger-flushed face and adjusted the limb in his arms masquerading as French bread.
He'd returned it to Molly easily enough. Actually he'd just dropped it on her desk. He was halfway out of the building when he heard her scream; that
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Emma Symmonds
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I'm a nerd. That just about sums it up.
I was coerced to join by my Hetalia friends (cough, Germany, cough, Laura) on Facebook. Why didn't I come here on my own? Because I can't draw. I can take pictures, make short films, write novellas, but I couldn't draw a straight line if my life depended on it.
Anywho, I like Star Wars and Star Trek, Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, abstract and landscape art, ee cummings's and Poe's poetry, Sherlock Holmes, BBC's "Sherlock", and a whole bunch of other stuff.
I'm left-handed. I see best out of my left eye. I use the left side of my brain most often. I'm on the left side of American politics (liberal democrat). I also swing to the left...
I appreciate some shonen manga, and fewer shojo manga. I'm most active in the "Axis Powers: Hetalia" fandom, in which I am Austria.
(As a side note, I like classical music from Bach, Brahms, Debussy, the occasional Beethoven, and... John Williams. He's the man.)
I'm a writer! I write horror, romance, humor, and science fiction most often. Sometimes in the same story.
Speaking of fanfiction, I love slash. LOVE slash. I love Kirk/Spock (OTP!), Ten/Simm!Master, Eight/Roberts!Master, Eight/Goosnake!Master, Five/Ainley!Master, Three/Delgado!Master, ΘΣ/Коще́й, Jack/Ianto, Holmes/Watson, Sherlock/John, House/Wilson, Sulu/Chekov, Caspian/Edmund, Jack/Ralph, etc., etc.
And... that's enough about me. Go stalk someone else. ._.

Current Residence: Florida
Favourite genre of music: 70s-era classic rock, folk rock
Favourite style of art: Visual-ish. Poetry. Novels. (Fanfiction)
Operating System: The TARDIS, which runs on Windows 7 and uses Mycroft.
MP3 player of choice: iTouch
Shell of choice: absent
Wallpaper of choice: Moose!Sam telling Cas and Dean to get their act together
Skin of choice: Saywhatnow?
Favourite cartoon character: cartoon!Spock, Austria (Roderich; APH), Shalka!Doctor/Master
Personal Quote: "Why'd you do it, Dean?" "I couldn't live with you dead."
Interests
[x] you love hoods
[x] you love jeans
[ ] dogs are better than cats
[x] it's hilarious when people get hurt and fall
[ ] you've played with/against boys on a team
[x] shopping is torture
[ ] sad movies suck
[x] you own(ed) an XBOX
[x] you played with Hot Wheels
[ ] at some point in life your wanted to be a firefighter
[x] you owned a DS, PS2, or Sega
[ ] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
[ ] you watch sports on TV
[ ] gory movies are cool
[ ] you used to go to your dad for advice
[x] you have at least 1 trophy of a sport (karate~)
[x] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh
[x] baggy sweat pants are nice to wear
[x] it's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people
[x] green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] you love to go crazy and not care what other people think
[ ] sports are fun
[x] you sometimes talk with food in your mouth
[ ] you sleep at night with your socks on
[x] you have fished at least once

TOTAL = 15

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

[ ] you like to shop
[ ] you wear eyeliner.
[ ] you wear the color pink
[ ] you go to your mom for advice
[ ] you consider cheer-leading a sport
[ ] you hate wearing all black.
[ ] you like going to the mall
[ ] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures
[ ] you like wearing jewelry
[ ] you cried watching The Notebook
[ ] skirts are a big parts of your wardrobe
[ ] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies
[ ] you don't like the movie Star Wars
[x] you are/were in gymnastics
[ ] it takes you around one hour to shower and get dressed.
[ ] you smile a lot more than you should
[ ] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes
[ ] you care about what you look like
[ ] you like wearing dresses
[x] you like wearing body spray/deodorant
[ ] you like high heel shoes
[ ] you used to play with dolls as a kid
[ ] you like putting make up on other people

TOTAL = 2



Appearance:
[x] = You have blue/green eyes.
[ ] = You blush a lot.
[x] = You giggle.
[x] = You're quiet.
[ ] = You say random silly things.
[ ] = You have a baby face.
[x] = You wear a more down to earth style of clothing. (Um... Video game tees?)
[x] = You don't wear halter tops or anything too showy.
[x] = You're under 5 feet 6 inches tall.

TOTAL SO FAR: 6

Innocence:
[x] = You're a virgin.
[ ] = Just thinking of sexual things makes you blush.
[ ] = Your idea of a date is really romantic.
[x] = You sleep with a stuffed animal.
[x] = You like to cuddle.
[ ] = You've never played the Nervous game.
[ ] = You don't even know what the nervous game is...

TOTAL SO FAR: 9

Colors:
[ ] = You like the color pink/light blue
[ ] = You tend to wear bright/girly colors.

TOTAL SO FAR: 9

Personality:
[ ] = You can be ignorant/oblivious.
[x] = You'd consider yourself shy.
[ ] = You like happy upbeat music.
[ ] = You like "Cutesy" music. (cutesy like j pop?)

TOTAL SO FAR: 10

What YOU think is cute:
[ ] = You like small animals
[ ] = You like babies a lot.
[x] = You like small/mini versions of things

DEFINITE TOTAL: 11+2=13 points towards me being female, and 15 for male.

We're all so surprised.
  • Listening to: Madame Butterly, composer: Puccini, singer: Callas
  • Reading: The Ultimate Guide to the Galaxy/The Terminal Man
  • Watching: Doctor Who era Second Doctor; era Third; era Tenth
  • Playing: Watching Mum play Portal 2 and TRON
  • Eating: An act I have not done in a week.
  • Drinking: Water.

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thanks for the :+fav: on [link] :)
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Thanks for faving 'Between'! :D
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Thanks for the +fav :heart:
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Thanks for the faves and the watch!!! :heart:
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Thanks for the :+fav: :)
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thanks!!! :hug:
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Thank you for the fav! =D
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