"There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be
any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come
after." Ecclesiastes 1:11


Time
Existence in ripples
Frustration and fact
Passing through…I'm there
"Doctor," I say.
"Villain." Titles, always titles.
Destruction and chaos.
"There," say they
Next to where
Violence and victory.
Companions running madly
Nearly everywhere
Who to blame?
Me, naturally.
+The Doctor+
Naturally me.
Blame to who?
Everywhere, nearly.
Madly running companions
Victory and violence
Where to next?
They say, "There!"
Chaos and destruction
Titles, always titles. "Villain,"
I say. Doctor.
There, I'm through passing.
Fact and frustration
Ripples in existence
Time

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 85
You are to write a recipe, an actual recipe, for ONE of the following four things: a)a perfect mate (lover, husband, wife, etc...), b) a dream come true, c) a disaster or d) a battle of wills.

Remember, this must be in recipe form.


Battle of Wits in a Bitter Glaze with Companions


Ingredients

Primary dish:
-2- Time Lords (slightly battered)
-1- underdeveloped planet

Glaze:
-1- whole, ripe rivalry
-200 g- insanity
-900 g- bitterness
-300 ml- selfishness
-500 ml- righteousness
-4- cloves of pure genius
pinch of solid hatred
sprig of destruction

Side:
-3- companions
-1- overused type 40 TARDIS
-800 g- loyalty
-300 g- adoration
-500 g- unrequited love
-400 ml- cleverness

Method

1. Take Time Lords, rivalry, righteousness, insanity and bitterness and combine in pan. Slice rivalry longways and lay across the top of the mixture. Heat ingredients to boil, crumbling genius in as the mixture boils. Once boiling, reduce temperature, add selfishness and solid hatred. Let simmer for 1.2 thousand Gallifreyan years, occasionally adding more hatred to spice up the dish as it simmers.
Our chefs also suggest that you splash out for a very tragic Time War, as it brings the two Time Lords together over mutual loss and pain.

2. Prepare side while main dish cooks. Combine companions, loyalty, adoration, unrequited love with cleverness. Stir until the mixture becomes a thick paste, and then spread across underdeveloped planet. Make sure at least one companion covers the entire planet throughout the dish. Any evil plans that may drain off a Time Lord should be used in conjunction with the TARDIS.
Our chefs suggest the use of Sol: 3, also known as Earth.

3. Drain the main dish and lay in the center of the underdeveloped planet. Sprinkle more hatred and sprinkle leaves from the destruction sprig to give more flavor. By this point, one Time Lord should have absorbed all of the righteousness and will, most likely, attempt to bond or stick to the other Time Lord.
Our chefs suggest that you add a teaspoon full of loneliness to the righteous Time Lord in order to make it stick more firmly with the other.

4. The destruction leaves will melt away, leaving you with a dish of intense flavor and intrigue. Garnish with tragedy and heartbreak, and serve immediately with piping hot revenge. Excellent wines to compliment this meal are any of the heartier years of Rassilon’s Red.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 328
Your favorite possession has climbed to the top of the Empire State Building and is threatening to jump. Talk your beloved item out of jumping by expressing your love and letting it know why it's so important to you.

"Stay back!"

The Doctor's hand raises up, as if to reach out to the being on the ledge, but stops. He looks over the edge and takes a steadying breath. It's a long way down. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,187
She is not your Juliet.

She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life.

She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her.

She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change.

She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have.

She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have. There is no desire in the bed you two share tonight, only awkwardness and the taint of memories you can't shake because in the end she is still not her, no matter how much she wishes and you wish that she was.

She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have. There is no desire in the bed you two share tonight, only awkwardness and the taint of memories you can't shake because in the end she is still not her, no matter how much she wishes and you wish that she was. You're far from blind and you can see how she wants wants wants to make you happy, but you've lost too much, just lost too much to hand over what little of you that you have left to her.

She is not your Juliet.

But you are her Romeo. Your choice biting words (so much power in words) strike her as solidly as if you'd stabbed her yourself, and she crumples in front of you, a victim of her own misplaced desires, and you can't help but swallow the blame. You're not the first to fall, and therefore you get to hold her, you must deal with the aftermath of what you've done.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 513
This is your big chance to say the one thing that you've been holding back. You can do it...or at least, you can write it. Write a fic about a conversation/confrontation/confession that you have been putting off but need to have. Tell someone what you've held off saying. Real or imagined.


You've needed to talk to her about regeneration for a very, very long time. Pretty much from the moment she became a "frequent flyer", you've needed to have the conversation. You've been putting it off, of course, because it's like having a conversation about sprained ankles or automobiles or sex, you're slightly more likely to have an accident if the idea is aired. And, really, while you try to act very brave, you don't want to lose this regeneration, not yet.

But now, it's too late. Cut for spoilers to 3.07 '42'. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 775
Does your muse engage in and/or enjoy sex? Discuss your muse's sexual behavior and conduct.

Sex and Doctor Who. For shame, people, for shame. Don't you have other people's childhoods to screw up? )
Does your muse drive you crazy?

I don't think that the term "crazy" quite suits someone like the Doctor. Enigmatic? Complicated? Completely bananas? Those seem more suited to him.

I think that it's less the muse and more the fandom itself that drives me crazy. How complicated is it to write a pup with no canon? Very. He's Loomed, he's got a grandkid, he's half-human, he's more than a Timelord, and, oh yeah, there are many websites that are dedicated to estimating how old he really is.

Let's see, what do we know? We know that Peter Moffat once said that Doctor Who has no canon. KThanxdood, srsly. 40+ years of time and space travel does tend to contradict many things, and the Doctor has bounced around in age, time traveling, and even his species' genetic makeup.

And then there's the Time War. How bloody little is known about the Time War except that it killed all the Gallifreyans and a bunch of races, and that the Doctor was on the front lines. Speaking of not knowing, what's the Doctor's name? We don't know! Not that I think I'd want canon to suddenly supply me with one, but, still. It's the frustration of not knowing when you write for a character.

In the end, I'm forced to create my own "canon", deciding that the Doctor was Loomed, yes, with the Other and a human woman (mentioned only in the TVM), but into the form of a child, not an adult, as Lungburrow implies (and is contradicted in Black Orchid and Smith and Jones, with references to the Doctor's youth). He is sterile, but being Loomed from the Other, he inherited Susan as a granddaughter, as she was his biological granddaughter, and the imprint from the Other on the Doctor made her recognize him (canon, Lungburrow).

But then, canon goes around and contradicts itself. Again.

"I was a dad, once." - 2.11, "Fear Her"

Soooooo, we get a rewrite. The Doctor is sterile, but, with another Timelord, Loomed a child for them. The child grew up, Loomed its own child, Susan.

These constant rewrites tend to drive me crazy.
Who or what would you risk everything for?

Anatomy of a scene. Cut for spoilers to 3.01 'Smith and Jones'. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 676
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