written_leaves: (bilbo)
The results of a meme that has you pick five fandoms and assigns five random lines of poetry for the prompts. It was supposed to be 50-word snatches, but mine refused to shoehorn any smaller than standard drabble sized.

I chose All Creatures Great and Small, Doctor Who (One's era), LOTR, The Scarlet Pimpernel and Watership Down.

Five drabbles under the cut )
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written_leaves: (seven)



A/N:
This rather odd story is the result of a holiday challenge at dw_straybunnies, as I thought it would be rather fun to see how many of the 12 prompts I could shoehorn into one tale.  This included Ace with a girl (in this case, Rani), vampires, evil giraffes, something about Welsh myths, Eleven being threatened by Care Bears, Sarah Jane and the Doctor with an octopus in the TARDIS bathtub, Two with Martha, Evelyn Smythe, Six meeting Rani, the Meddling Monk, Frobisher and it being set in an ancient Earth civilization, in this case Egypt.  Oy.  A couple of these are mere cameos, but they’re all in there.  Really.

Title: The Giraffe Convolution of Doom
Wordcount: 6,619
Characters: Two, Four, Six, Seven, Ace, Evelyn Smythe, Rani Chandra, the Meddling Monk, Frobisher, Jamie and Sarah Jane with a cameo by Eleven.
Summary: There are vampire giraffes reported at the London Zoo. The Doctor must do something about that, seeing as he’s been there before.

All 6 short chapters under the cut, or you may read it at TeaspoonFanfiction.net or AO3.
 

Chapter 1 )
written_leaves: (amused)
As an addition to the "whoniverse1000" community at LJ, which attempts to pair all characters in all imaginable ways, my own theory for what happened to Kamelion.  Not that anyone noticed he was gone.

Title: Closet Romance (or Love Sucks)
Characters: Kamelion, a vacuum cleaner
Rating: G (really)

She breathed in and in and in and in )

written_leaves: (booktower)
Two drabbles recently gone by to tuck in here, one from a random generator list at DbyA that featured Eight/Jo in it's mixing:

Title: Eight Times better than Brazil
Characters: Eight, Jo
Rating: G
Summary:Coming back home can be mutual.

She was a little older and a little wiser in what risks she was willing to take with her life, or with her heart. He was a little older and wiser himself, and much in need of someone who could be there to lift his spirits, to bring him back to a joy of living, exploring.

And what a joy it had been, once more. How well they’d rediscovered now that the sweet spark had not been extinguished by the years. Together they were healed and renewed before a kaleidoscopic universe.

Besides, Jo had always loved the feel of velvet.

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Title: You Look like a Queen
Characters: : Four, Romana II
Rating: G
Summary: Never judge a book by its cover. Or even assume it's a book. (prompt 324: gape)

The Doctor gaped. “Romana, you can’t keep changing bodies like that. It’s disturbing. It upsets the balance of the cosmos, confuses the fashion world. Wig-makers and plastic surgeons everywhere’ll be in revolt. The ginger hair is especially atrocious and whatever were you thinking deciding on that hideous collar?”

She raised her chin. “How dare you address me thus, sir?”

“Oh come, Romana. You don’t have to add the snotty, overbearing persona, I mean, just because you’ve made a horrible, immature decision and looked like Queen Elizabeth…” Someone small and blonde tugged at his sleeve.

“Doctor.”

“What, Romana?”

“I’m over here.”

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written_leaves: (pen)
Plugging along through longer WIPs I found a need to finish *something* hence a set of three drabbles to touch base with my neglected friend [livejournal.com profile] dw100.

First, my favorite of the batch:
Title: Hold Me
Characters: Ian, Barbara
Wordcount: 100
Summary: Just making their way through this adventure together, prompt 'tremor'.

Hold Me )

A bit of humor -
Title: Next Time Just Order a Cake
Characters: Two, Jamie and Zoe
Wordcount: 100
Summary: These look a little too familiar. (Reference to ‘The Seeds of Death’, prompt bloom)

Oh dear... )
And finally, a tiny bit that wants to turn into a tale but I'm tamping it down.
Title: Nearly Sweet as Water
Characters: Three and Jo
Wordcount: 100
Summary: Sheltered from more than the sun.
A/N: A brushing of Three-Jo fluff for starflower, prompt cool.

It was a strange thing... )
written_leaves: (amused)
When [livejournal.com profile] infiniteviking brought up a challenge to take a randomly generated title and add 'IN SPAAAACE' to it then write a drabble I had to at least give it a try. The end result is longer than a drabble, but was good light fun.

Title:Something in the Husband...in Spaaaace!
Wordcount: 407
Characters: Ian and Barbara Chesterton

Ian coughed... )
written_leaves: (tardis)
Another addition to my Titles in a Box set, now that Ten's run is over. [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook very rightly pointed out that he still needed to have his done, so here they are with mixed amounts of sensibility. Every word of every episode shoehorned into drabbles - split into three sections according to season as he had so many episodes. As with the other Doctors, I've allowed for one wild card word that doesn't fit in for each which then becomes the title.

Reunion and Two Others )
written_leaves: (explosives)
In the event of an Emergency...

Title: This is your Captain Speaking
Characters: Five, Tegan, the TARDIS
Wordcount: 100

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook, the prompt being Five, Tegan and Locked up as usual, all his fault.

--

She was locked in her room again, entirely his fault.

She always seemed so sensible and strong; he relied on her to maintain the ship’s balance. She was the Crew to his Captain, the one who kept the passengers in line.

Yes, they’d seen a few bad scenes. Wasn’t she trained to deal with emergencies? No handy inflatable ramps, but they weren’t needed. He even had peanut packets.

He nudged the TARDIS, hinting Tegan shouldn’t stay alone quite so long. He should be allowed access to tell her all the clever things he’d been thinking.

The door remained locked. Women.

--


With it comes the 'other one' that popped up while I was trying to write the above - it lacks the 'locked' prompt, but I found it mildly amusing:

I Think I Used to Work for Those

“I’m freezing my bazongas off!”

The Doctor glanced over, preoccupied with yanking on something in his hands. “You should dress warmer; Australian climate is a rarity in the universe.”

“It’s not like the entire universe plays Cricket either.”

He fell to pulling at the object with his teeth. “Oh, I don’t know. You’d be surprised the places it turns up.”

“What is that?”

“Peanuts! Just the right level of proteins and salt. Stops this Ice Virus from infecting any more villages. Except…I can’t seem to open it.”

“Give it here.” Tegan rolled her eyes. “I can save the world.”

--
written_leaves: (explosives)
vworp...vworp...

Title: It Will Come for your Children
Characters: Ten, Polly, Ben
Wordcount: 100
Summary: But they *look* so much like you did when you were younger.

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] fantom_fan who asked for Ten and Polly - Ben just sort of added himself to the mix spontaneously.

--

“You aren’t taking him.” Polly was very firm. “It’s far too dangerous, traveling with you.”

“Weeelll, I admit some things happened, but it wasn’t all bad, was it? Thought you’d like him getting to see the stars...”

“Ben!” Polly yelled, her hand clutching her son’s shirt. “Ben, he’s back!”

A wiry, blonde man catapulted into the flat. “Hands off!” he said. “Go poach someone else’s children, Doctor. None of ours are going off to be monster bait.”

“But Mum…” the teenaged boy complained.

“Maybe the older girl…?”

“No!”

“Sorry, sorry,” the Doctor sighed. “You know, Sarah-Jane said the same thing.”

--
written_leaves: (writing)
Did she ever look back?

Title: My Sun was Always Setting
Characters: Barbara, Susan
Wordcount: 100
Summary: There's no sky like that of your childhood.

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] john_elliott, who offered the prompt of Barbara with Susan being 'alien'.
--

The girl was in the library again. Barbara Wright quietly opened the door. “Susan,” she called. “It’s time to go home. The building is being locked up for the night.”

Susan Foreman looked back at her with a detached, strangely dreamy look on her face. “Have you seen the sunset?” she asked.

Barbara frowned, but joined her by the window. “Very pretty,” she observed.

“The colours here are so different,” Susan said softly. “I do like the blue. But the orange of the sunset…”

Miss Wright looked askance at her faraway eyes, curious. “Yes?”

“It makes me so very homesick.”

---
written_leaves: (bessie)
When I say run...

Title: Distillate of Starshine
Characters: Three and Liz
Wordcount: 100

A/N: For [livejournal.com profile] curuchamion who requested a touch of cuddle for Three and Liz.

--

Liz sat back on the little roadster’s seat wishing she could to pull off her unfortunately fashionable boots so she could rub at her sore feet.

“You all right?” the Doctor didn’t even appear winded by this galloping after alien beings. If anything he looked exhilarated by it, so bright and smiling.

“Just cold.”

What would it be like to stay like this, she thought, the challenges and strangeness and the running, always running. She leaned back against his warm velvet, allowing him to block the cold wind from her shivering frame, just sharing what she could of his life.

--
written_leaves: (amused)
I've *always* blithered," he accused.
"Yes, but I used to be able to keep it generally to myself."


Title: Just Fruity
Characters: Three, Ten, the Brigadier, Benton, references to the Master
Wordcount: 2,896
Summary: Ten and Three and exploding fruitcake. Who could ask for more? The Brigadier faces an sugar-filled invasion of UNIT while being aided by two Doctors who have a childhood favor to return.

A/N: A Christmas holiday Fruitcakefic, just because it wanted to be done for my fellows at the 'Death by Aspirin' forums. As required for this obscure cracky genre, Ten loses some clothing, and ends up chained to Three by the Master, and splattered with cake.... yes, that's a requirement. Obviously you can't take it too seriously.

---
Just Fruity over at Teaspoon

What? WHAT? Whoever heard of an exploding fruitcake? )
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written_leaves: (three)
"Ah, did we catch him at last?" the Rani purred, patting her TARDIS' console proudly.

Title: Cake and the Rani
Characters: Three, Ten, Delgado!Master and the Rani with a sprinkle of UNIT
Wordcount: 11,365 in 8 chapters
Summary: In which the Master takes up baking, Three disapproves of his culinary planning and Ten loses his britches with the help of the Rani. No TARDISes were harmed in the making of this fic.

A/N: This is a story that grew out of an exceedingly unlikely beginning, in which my dear and slightly deranged fellow fans at a forum called 'Death by Asprin' engendered a request for a story featuring Ten, naked and covered in cake, chained to Three with both of them captive by the Master and Ten hiding under Three's cape at some point. Now some of you may have had the vast enjoyment of reading [livejournal.com profile] jjpor's resulting crackfic, "Let them Eat Cake" - and if you haven't I highly recommend it - but this one isn't as cracky... still, if you have any curiosity of how in the world such an ungainly scene could show up in a quasi-serious tale, and if you wanted there to be an explanation for how Ten could have ended up that way, you are invited to read on. This is very, very low on the smut-o-meter, just so you know lest any readers have their expectation disappointed. ;-)

I've never written for Ten before, so I thank my beta, [livejournal.com profile] everloyal both for her numerous plot suggestions and for her checking over the dialogue for me.

Cake and the Rani at Teaspoon

Cake and the Rani at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (Default)
Yet didn't his brief-single-lived friends face this mortality every time danger raised its head?

Title: A Weaver's Shuttle
Characters: Three, with mention of Sarah-Jane and the Brigadier
Wordcount: 951
Summary: The Third Doctor faces his possible mortality after the events of 'Spiders'.

A/N: This arose from a drabble prompt 'shuttle' at [livejournal.com profile] dw100 but refused to stay drabble-sized.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. - Job 7:6

Time moves differently when death is near, he thought )
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written_leaves: (explosives)
It's what you might call 'cosmopolitan' but only in a limited way, since most of the cosmos isn't really represented, but for Earth it's quite nice, yes, quite nice.

Title: Reciprocal Quandaries
Characters: Two, Jamie, Polly, Ben
Wordcount: 33,161 in 13 chapters
Summary: Two, Ben, Polly and Jamie pause for a bit of restful holiday at the 1900 Paris Exposition - or so they wished.

A/N: Originally written for the tardis_gen ficathon here on LJ to fulfill a prompt by [livejournal.com profile] wishfulaces, this might be termed a 'straight-up historical' - for in spite of it being in Two's 'monster-ful' era this tale features a bit of intrigue at the 1900 Paris Exposition in which monsters might be noted only by their absence. Of course, who needs things like that when you have good old-fashioned human nature to deal with?

The one caveat here is the reader must be prepared to swallow a large coincidence - but probably not much larger than others we've seen (ala Black Orchid, Enemy of the World, etc.).

This took quite a lot of historical research though only a fraction of it is shown in the story, but I enjoy that sort of thing. As to the featured inventors: Rudolf Diesel is pretty much as he was, Hubert Booth has been aged about thirty years, allowed a better exhibition slot and given a granddaughter.

Reciprocal Quandaries at Teaspoon

Reciprocal Quandaries at Fanfiction.net
written_leaves: (one)
It's quite uneven, most interestingly furrowed. Hm.

Title: The Benefits of Being Monochromatic
Characters: One, Ian, Barbara, Susan
Wordcount: 21,102 in eight chapters
Summary: One and Ian set out to explore, and of course the girls must follow - but where do they go from there? And does it matter how you're dressed?

A/N: This one has been fairly popular - a bit of classic running and saving the day with the orginal Team Tardis, a little mystery and a smattering of monsters on a classic episodic pattern. This was written for the classicdw_fic ficathon 12-08, a relatively low-angst Gen First Doctor adventure for Lurky McLurklurk with (as requested) a very light seasoning of Ian and Barbara shippiness. The inspiration was autumn leaves.

Though written with the same level of sets, costumes and creatures that One enjoyed in mind, the gentle reader must allow that it was somehow filmed in colour.

This fic was a First Place winner for the First Doctor era in the Children of Time Awards.

At Teaspoon and an Open Mind

and over at Fanfiction.net, if you prefer
written_leaves: (tardis)
Shoehorning them in

Title: Titles in a Box
Characters: Doctors One through Seven plus Nine with assorted companions
Wordcount: 1200 plus titles and commentary.
Summary: A collection in which all of the titles from the various Doctor's eras are gathered, stuffed or wrangled with varying intelligibilty into drabbles.

A/N: This was a self-challenge to see if I could wrangle all of the titles of each Doctor's era into drabble form and still (sort of kind of) make some sense. Some of them - such as Four most notably - needed more than one drabble to pull it off. I allowed for one "wildcard" leftover word that then became the title for each one.

Titles in a Box at Teaspoon

Titles in a Box at Ff.net
written_leaves: (booktower)
A challenge was given to describe something complex in words of only one syllable and no more - and still make sense and preferably rhyme! This poem on the battle of Helm's Deep was the result.

We Won
We had no hope, the foe was strong )
written_leaves: (fred)
Not quite the same as getting your knickers in a twist, but darn close.

Anyone who has spent much time knocking about the 'net in just about any fandom has run across that infamous game in which random nouns in popular quotes are changed to "pants" thus providing hours of non-intellectual amusement for sleep-deprived people.

Which brings me to this - a set of parodies patterned on Tolkien's verses all run through a 'pants' filter. *snert*
O! Long, long pants are a noble thing! )
written_leaves: (explosives)
Crying 'Fire' in a crowded fic

Title: A Blaze of Glory
Characters: Gandalf, Gimli, Legolas, Aragorn
Wordcount: 1317
Summary: Gandalf is back, but the circumstances are a bit warmer than expected.

A/N: Another 'one-hour challenge' in which we were given a passage from Tolkien and an hour to chase it along. Sometimes the results are a bit unexpected!

It was no wonder that his beard was grey, considering the soot and ash )

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