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Title: Layer Quake
Fandom: Sapphire and Steel, Doctor Who
Summary: As she dodged the ridiculously-titled Transient Beings, Liz Shaw had to agree with Silver: she'd dashed into the TARDIS after him, so she had to face the consequences. A brief tale in which one reality opens an escape route from another.
Characters: Steel, Sapphire, Silver, Liz Shaw
Words: 953 per Google Docs
Notes: A few days ago, in an effort to get my creative juices flowing, and to pair that with an improvement in my writing discipline, I asked for prompts. The ever-lovely

thisbluespirit was among those who obliged. This stems from her prompt "Steel/Sapphire/Silver - trapped between realities". As I considered it, this potential (and potentially silly) S&S fixit occurred to me. There's a certain lack of explanation that I will fob off to my desire not to get bogged down the way I usually do.
Edited by: Absolutely no one, and it will probably show, but I'm putting it up at what (for me) is top speed. All mistakes are my own; let me know of them, and I'll endeavor to correct them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Whoniverse or the universe of Sapphire and Steel. All characters are the sole property of Peter J. Hammond, ATV, the BBC, and their various creators. I intend no copywrite infringement and take no coin. I just love them all.
Addendum: Apologies for the lack of a cut, since I am apparently unable to create a proper one today.

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"Silver, you have some explaining to do."

Liz noticed that Silver ignored Steel’s glower and comment, focusing instead on not letting go of her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sapphire reach for Steel’s hand. A blast from behind sent all four of them to the floor to escape being caught in its destructive nimbus.

“I have to agree with your colleague,” Liz said, her voice slightly muffled as she cradled her head on both be-sweatered arms. “This is neither the TARDIS, nor any other place I recognize, although we were in the TARDIS a few moments ago. This is a motorway cafe. I mean, I think it is. Did you plan on bringing me here all along?”

“Well, since you’d followed me into the TARDIS — something of which I’m fairly certain the Doctor would disapprove — I don’t think I had anything to—”

“As if I was going to let you steal —”

“ —I was hardly about to steal it. I just borrowed it for my mission. I didn’t expect they’d stoop to actual weaponry — ”

The conversation came to a halt, as Sapphire leapt to her feet, her eyes shining cobalt. The sounds of attack stopped, although Liz could see their attackers plainly.

“That will last a minute at the most,” Sapphire said, hauling Steel up off the floor. “This place … places … whichever place it is ... plays havoc with my time sense. Miss Shaw, do you have any idea how we can avoid our hunters?”

Liz resisted the urge to roll her eyes; she figured she needed that energy to run. Running was undoubtedly in the offing. “No, not when our surroundings keep changing.”

Even as she spoke, the garage area to which they’d run to avoid the Transient Beings (the title seemed more apt for a religious tract than anything else, she thought distractedly) seemed to blur around her. She actually felt the change, an uncomfortable perception that every bone in her body was stretching. It wasn’t pain, not quite.

Just as it reached a point where she could accurately have called it painful, the discomfort was gone and her stretched bones snapped back to their usual reality. Around her, all traces of motorway cafe were gone, replaced by the roundel-studded white walls and featureless corridors of the Doctor’s TARDIS. (For a moment, Liz did think she could see the outlines of a window through which could be seen a sparkling and barren starfield. She shook her head and it disappeared.)

“Gallifrey.”

The venom in Steel’s one-word reaction to his surroundings was shocking. It was also confusing, until Silver stage whispered in her ear: “The Doctor’s home planet. Time Lords and Elements don’t get along very well. Steel in particular—"

“Steel in particular wants to know what’s going on,” that worthy snapped.

To Liz’s astonishment, Silver — affable, slyly genial Silver — snapped back. “I should think you’d have already figured that out, since you are as brilliant as you are bad-mannered.

“I found a way to get you out.”

Steel didn’t move a muscle, yet Liz was certain he had flinched.

“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be bad-mannered in return,” Silver said, visibly and deliberately letting go of his momentary ire. “I’m just glad it worked.”

It was his turn to be astonished when Sapphire turned and pulled him close enough for a brief but very definite kiss on the forehead. “Thank you. Thank you on both our behalves.”

Silver actually blushed. Liz paused to appreciate an expression she was reasonably certain Silver rarely showed, before her mind connected several dots. “If I don’t miss my guess, Time Lord is a title to which the Doctor is entitled. I assume that means that the Doctor would not approve of you three being in his TARDIS. And we’re back in his TARDIS, no?”

Sapphire raised one exquisite eyebrow, apparently in agreement, while Silver nodded. Steel looked more disgruntled, something Liz hadn’t thought possible.

“Then I’d suggest we find the TARDIS’ door, and get back to my lab,” she said. Then she stopped. “If we get to the lab, can you guarantee that your Transient Beings won’t follow us there?”

“Have I ever guaranteed your safety, Elizabeth Shaw?”

That stopped Liz in her tracks. He was right; he had never pretended she would be safe around him. In that, Silver’s honesty was admirably close to the Doctor’s. She tried again. “Can you promise you’ll do all you can to protect us from your enemies?”

To her surprise, it was Steel who answered. “If your reality is open to us, then we can mount a defense. We’re rather good at doing that.” Then he looked at Silver, and Liz could see the palest version of a smile on his face. “Silver, you never cease to amaze me.

“This?” He looked left and right, taking in both lengths of the corridor in which the four of them now stood. “I agree with Sapphire.”

The woman in question laughed softly. Neither man seemed upset by the laughter, and Liz decided that Steel’s comment had just been accepted as an apology.

She coughed. “If none of you mind, I suggest we get the hell out of here. Once we shut the door, and you mount whatever defense you think will work against your opponents, I’d love to hear about exactly where we were — that cafe didn’t feel … right — why you two were there, and why Silver had to rescue you.

“I also desperately need a cup of tea. Or a shot of whisky. Or both.”

She kicked off her heels, and looked at her companions. She grinned, unexpectedly giddy.

“Run for your life!”

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I Swear I'll Finish This

The last few weeks have been - as too many weeks have been - "Nah, your brain has nothing to offer the world" time. But let's try again, shall we?

Bob and I will get our second vaccinations on Tuesday, which takes another weight off our shoulders, as does news that both Andy and Emily out in Seattle have gotten their vaccinations. Once April 30 rolls around, I've talked to our old friends Dr. Bob and Dr. Gonzo about them coming over for a celebratory supper. They've had their vaccinations for some time, and the idea of being able to host them and talk in our livingroom sans masks is alluring, to say the least.

We are currently fighting the good fight against a spring ant incursion and I think I'm handling it fairly well, considering that finding small insects busily building six-legged interstates on my floors in the morning is second only to toilet plumbing problems as a trigger.

The non-fanfic fiction I'm working on is now over 4,000 words. I may take a break and go back to the multiple crossover fic that is, ahem, two years late as a gift for someone on my f'list. That one is *checks* now 71 words away from 6,000, with no end yet in sight. I am undecided ....

Hmm: in an effort to keep my writing chops up to speed, can I ask people to leave me prompts? I'll try to do something short (short damnit, kaffyr, short) for all of them, and perhaps that will keep my brain trundling along creatively.

I will also start checking my f'list and actually responding to peoples' posts, as a civilized and communicative human should.

Wow; an entire post. Go, me!

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Title: Morpheus, Metamorphosis
Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: One dreams of her past, another remembers her own. Clara and Ashildr look to each other for their futures
Characters: Clara Oswald, Ashildr/Lady Me
Words: 399 per AO3/406 per Google Docs
Notes: While I'm not sure from where, in the depths of my brain, this double drabble came, I firmly believe memory would be a necessary anchor for time travelers and immortals, as would love. This, I hope, gives a glimpse into both Clara and the woman once known as Ashildr.
Edited by: Absolutely no one. Misspellings and mischaracterizations are, therefore, all my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Whoniverse. It and the characters therein belong solely to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no infringement and take no coin. I do love them all and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Title: Favor for a Friend
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Doctor Who/Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Natasha Romanov, Bill Potts
Words: 3,840
Summary: The blandly bureaucratic alphabet soup acronyms attached to the hulking St. Petersburg building didn't disguise its ominous history. Natasha Romanov knew that intimately. Perhaps that's why the Doctor turned to the Black Widow to rescue a friend caught in its depths.
Author's Note: Not only is this a delayed

fandom_stocking 2018 gift for

trobadora (who shares my fannish attachment to the Twelfth Doctor, and the Marvel Cinematic Universe's Natasha Romanov) I forgot to post it here, after posting it on AO3 last April. Lawsey. Anyhow, for those who pay attention, this isn't their first meeting; that took place during "Encounter at the Rembrandt Hotel."
NOTE: For those among my readers who live or have lived in or near St. Petersburg, I hope my use of the original Bolshoy Dom, and its history, as a building block of the story does not come off as thoughtless or flip. It felt very possible that the Russian government, in a world where most governments think of the TARDIS and her Doctor as potential tools, might seek a way to capture her. It also felt right that Natasha, as a survivor of The Red Room program, who want to rescue someone from that building.
Edited by: My Best Beloved, who I thank for catching a couple of really bad mistakes before they could embarrass me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Whoniverse or the Marvel Cinematic Universe. All characters belong to the BBC, Marvel and Marvel Studios, Paramount Studios, ABC, and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin.
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For Those of You ...

... who liked my "It's A Wonderful Life" imaginings from years ago, here they are again, with my love on Christmas Eve.

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Merry Christmas, my friends, and Happy Light Against the Dark.

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Title: Copper Etchings
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Graham O'Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Yasmin Khan, Grace O'Brien
Summary: Graham O'Brien liked Yaz, for some reason he'd become less fond of the police. How the Doctor helped Graham figure it out.
Edited by: My wonderful Best Beloved,

dr_whuh
Words: 2,238
Author's Note: How late can someone be? Very, as it turns out. This is a belated

fandom_stocking 2018 gift for

liadt , who likes the Thirteenth Doctor and her chosen fam. Since she likes stories about found family, and hurt/comfort with emphasis on the comfort, I hope she likes this story.

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I'm Thinking About Things. Respect the Things.

I've been collecting pins of Eleven and River, and remembering how much I loved them. Of course, I've also been collecting pins of Twelve and River, because I love them, too. But Eleven and River ... sigh.

I'm slowly getting through the GO "therapy" fic, as I probably mentioned somewhere else, said she of the short term memory problems. It's very, very good. Good enough that even if I did mention it in another post, I'm happy to mention it here.

( Union stuff under here, avoid if not interested. )
For the first time in years, I've had the inspiration for an original story, one that might be good enough to follow, finish, polish and possibly send off (although that's looking too far into the future. It involves one of those awful, but apparently necessary (or why else are they proliferating across urban and other landscapes? A whole paper could be written about the sociological permutations of the damned things) massive rental storage places, a character with no home and failing magic, and ... yeah, we'll see.

That's it.

Impeachment inquiry hearings? Augh. ~~Gym~~Jim Jordan, double augh. Devin Nunes, triple fucking augh.

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Title: Paying A Debt

Author: kaffyr

Characters: Donna Noble, Shaun Temple, Thirteenth Doctor, Jo Grant, Sylvia Noble, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Ryan Sinclair, Yazmin Khan, Graham O'Brien

Words: 9,944

Chapters: Final of Three. Previous chapter here.

Summary: Nightmares, headaches, and the fear of being alone. It had been a hard year for Donna Temple-Noble. Shaun Temple was determined to find an answer; if it meant hunting down the Doctor, so be it.

Chapter summary: An end to Shaun’s search, and perhaps the resumption of Donna’s journey.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole properties of the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement, and take no coin. I do, however, love them all, and thank the BBC for letting me play (and create the occasional original character) in their sandbox.

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Title: Paying A Debt
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Donna Noble, Shaun Temple, Thirteenth Doctor, Jo Grant, Sylvia Noble, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Ryan Sinclair, Yazmin Khan, Graham O'Brien
Words: 9,944
Chapters: Second of Three. Previous chapter here.
Summary: Nightmares, headaches, and the fear of being alone. It had been a hard year for Donna Temple-Noble. Shaun Temple was determined to find an answer; if it meant hunting down the Doctor, so be it.
Chapter summary: Shaun gets closer to his goal, but not without glitches.
Author's note: Years ago, I wrote a fixit for Donna Noble, who never deserved the fate the Tenth Doctor inflicted on her. That effort turned out rather dark. When the Thirteenth Doctor appeared, I knew she would be the first iteration of the Doctor able to revisit Donna and, perhaps, help her. This story is, however, as much about Shaun Temple as it is about the Thirteenth Doctor. I hope it pleases.
Edited by: My incomparable Best Beloved, and the delightful

a_phoenixdragon
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole properties of the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement, and take no coin. I do, however, love them all, and thank the BBC for letting me play (and create the occasional original character) in their sandbox.

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Title: Paying A Debt
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Donna Noble, Shaun Temple, Thirteenth Doctor, Jo Grant, Sylvia Noble, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Ryan Sinclair, Yazmin Khan, Graham O'Brien
Words: 9,944
Chapters: First of Three
Summary: Nightmares, headaches, and the fear of being alone. It had been a hard year for Donna Temple-Noble. Shaun Temple was determined to find an answer; if it meant hunting down the Doctor, so be it.
Author's note: Years ago, I wrote a fixit for Donna Noble, who never deserved the fate the Tenth Doctor inflicted on her. That effort turned out rather dark. When the Thirteenth Doctor appeared, I knew she would be the first iteration of the Doctor able to revisit Donna and, perhaps, help her. This story is, however, as much about Shaun Temple as it is about the Thirteenth Doctor. I hope it pleases.
Edited by: My incomparable Best Beloved, and the delightful

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It's Done

(I'd played with the idea of saying "It is finished," but that way lies somewhat liturgical madness.)

The entire thing is a little over 9,800 words long. Not long by many peoples' standards, but by my standards, shored up as they are by glacially slow writing, phrase by phrase, word by word, syllable by fucking syllable, this is probably the longest thing I've written in at least a couple of years. It was amazing; the last page and a half poured out in a way I haven't been used to for some time. Rather refreshing, that.

It's going to be looked over by a couple of my favorite editors, and then I'll break it into three chapters. And put it up. And go, regretfully or not so regretfully, back to actually working for a living.

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It's Like the Chicken Heart, Except With Words

I apparently have no self control. It's now over 8,000 words,

(What chicken heart, you ask? This one. Which, in the spirit of pending Hallowe'en, I offer you in its original entirety. It's the one that Cosby included in a very funny sketch. I won't, however, put anything by him in any posting of mine.)

"Lights Out - Chicken Heart" (Watch on YouTube)

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So. Saturday.

As of today (or more precisely late yesterday afternoon), the following achievements had been unlocked at Casa KathBob:

New passport for BB received and old, sneaky, hiding-for-too-longy old passport torn up;
Garbage disposal unit tightened and back in non-leaky working condition;
New microwave installed, and celebratory cups of reheated coffee drunk;
Soft cast off wrist/forearm, and decision not to get expensive second set of X-rays done approved by doctor, with subsequent graduation to removable splint.
Back spasms slowly, slowly fading - not nearly fast enough of course, but fading.

What this all means in this first world household is that I'm trying to decide how much typing I can now do, since the wrist and forearm are still occasionally delivering painful twinges when held or turned in certain directions. I want to be able to restart my fic writing. I mean, I can see the end to my Shaun/Donna/bunches of others fic. It's there, right ... there!

It also means that I can rev up the union work. Cast and back spasms really slow one down, if one is not, say, as determinedly dedicated to a cause as one might or should be. Some people battle through horrendous pain and reach heights the rest of us cannot reach. Others *cough*me*cough* become whinging wusses at the slightest pang of hurt. So yes, ridding myself of all my various types of pain asap is much longed for.

So wish me luck, y'all.

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Monday Regrets

TFW you're sure that someone's written fic for Ingress: The Animation, because it's open-ended and has a three-sided relationship crying out for OT3 storytelling ... and there's nothing. Zip, zilch, nada.

Don't look at me. I have my hands full with Who, S&S, Vorkosiverse, MCU, and Goblin Emperor. And y'all know how slow I am.

Yes, I know I shouldn't bitch if I'm not willing to write it.

Yes, I know no one's been watching the anime.

I'll show myself out.

*slinks away, disappointed*

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Say Hello to Lenovo Lad

It's not a very original name, and it sounds rather like one of those DC Legion of Superheroes types, but it's nicely alliterative, and until I can think of something better, that's what this new laptop's handle will be. Updates as necessary, of course. The keyboard is somewhat larger than I'm used to, and the power cord is not as sturdy as my old HP's. However, you can tell this is a young and healthy machine; my old one was getting so slow (and not because there was too much on the hard drive, just because it was getting old and tired)

On the 7th day of watching my calories. I managed to stay under my calories today, in part because I did 20 rather painful minutes of moderate walking to and from the grocery store; 10 minutes to and 10 minutes from. I'm truly out of condition when such a walk makes my legs feel as if they're burning up. Still, my reward was being able to have two hot dogs on brioche buns, with a dill pickle and two tablespoons of saurkraut.

WHAT??!?

Tomorrow I leap into work again, but it's been nice to only have spent only one hour of work time during the weekend.

I'm also feeling rather pleased at having written a five page letter and mailed it off to a friend. Not only that, but the letter was handwritten, not erely typed and printed out. One of the lost arts, I know; and I admit that my writing hand cramped up really badly by the end of the third page. I think that it's because of the RA, and because I've always had a bad habit of gripping pens really really tightly. Still, it got done and, by god, I plan to continue doing that.

I also read two relatively long articles in a back issue of The Nation - the hard copy, no less - without getting up and doing something else in the middle of the operation. I'll consider that another win in my campaign to better my attention span.

I got a little more done on my latest story; not much, but enough to make me feel good about where the story's going.

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Current Music: Paul Desmond "I've Got You Under My Skin"
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First Line Meme Time

Taken from a few folks on my f'list. "List the first lines of your last 10 published stories. See if there are any patterns yourself, or have other people say what they notice.

I doubt I'll find much in the way of patterns. No, wait; I do have a tendency to start with a direct quote. I want to go to other folks' posts to see if I can spot some. (Also, I used more lines for any story that had an opening or line fewer than 3 words.)

1) “I’d say ‘We meet again!’ but I’m not that cheesy. Or a villain. Villains say that sort of thing, I’m reliably informed.” But he smiled as he said it. ("Favor For A Friend" Doctor Who.)

2) “Miss Romanova?”

“Romanov,” Natasha corrected automatically. “I don’t use traditional Russian nomenclature. And it’s Ms, not Miss. But thank you for your attention to detail, Mr. Rawhide. What can I do for you?” ("So What. Big Deal." Marvel Cinematic Universe crossover with The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension.)

3) “Well, this is a proper mess, isn’t it?” The Doctor’s grin was just a tad wobbly. ("Cesium and Desist" Doctor Who)

4) They were there because Yaz asked to see the Pillars of Creation. ("The Pillars of Creation" Doctor Who)

5) “There is no way — no way whatsoever — that I can pull you back out of there,” Rory said, raising his voice above the grinding of the thing’s fleshy gears. “I’m sorry, Doctor.” ("Floral Makeup and Other Follies" Doctor Who)

6) “Serenity.”

Csevet’s face, normally ivory, was white as paper. Maia put aside the report he had been reading, alarmed. “What is it?’ ("Ulishenathaän" The Goblin Emperor)

7) When the soldiers took him from the King’s tent, he still had on the paper crown. One of the soldiers eyed it, and Lambert thought he’d be cuffed. Instead, the man just sighed, and chivvied him further into the fire-lit darkness. ("A Falcon at Stoke Field" The Shadow of the Crown)

8) Tony Pond-Williams looked nothing at all like either of his parents, of course. ("Moving Pictures" Doctor Who)

9) “I’m alright. You get some sleep.” ("Cycles" Doctor Who)

10) Jack loved Alonso, and he knew that Alonso loved him. The boy — he had been a boy, when the Doctor first pushed him onto Jack, much to Jack’s somewhat annoyed gratitude — had grown into a fine man in the years they’d been together. ("The Future in Dreams" Doctor Who/Torchwood)

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Working, Eating, Watching Anime, Sleeping ....

I've been adulting the fuck out of my life the last couple of weeks, being responsible, doing reports., talking to people to whom I'm introduced as "an expert on mobilizing" which has the expected result of triggering imposter syndrome like whoah. And I've learned that yes indeed, I will be expected to take on organizing efforts in Indiana, so there's that.

It's making me tired, wired, and ... well ... I'm kind of liking it.

The only problem is that I can't get enough energy up at the end of a day to post here, or to write any fiction. And there's part of me that's screaming to write some fic. Gah!

Still - I'm here, I'm determined not to disappear., and I hope I can share some of my adventures in the Union Adult Zone. Stay tuned. But don't hold your breath. That might be fatal.

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Title: So What. Big Deal.
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Buckaroo Banzai, Rawhide
Words: 3,509
Summary: "Why do I feel like a kindergartner with a bad attitude when I’m trying to talk to a man whose first name comes straight out of Romper Room?" The teamwork of Tony Stark and Buckaroo Banzai, as witnessed by Natasha Romanov ... and one or two others.
Author's Note: Written belatedly as a fandom_stocking 2018 gift for

olivermoss /Mangotea, who is not only a fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but someone who shares my love of one of the most quirky fandoms out there: Buckaroo Banzai. Although they indicated they are rarely fans of fusions, I am throwing myself on their mercy with this crossover between the two fandoms, in hopes that it might tickle their fancy.

NOTE 1: Much of the feel for the Buckaroo Banzai side of this story comes from Earl Mac Rauch's novel "The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension!" The novel's style is a loving pastiche of the old "Doc Savage" stories. I hope I've done well by both the movie and Rauch's book.

NOTE 2: Tony's and Natasha's language is pretty salty, at least partly in comparison with B. Banzai.

NOTE 3: Āgerachini is Amharic for "Our Homeland," at least per Google Translate. I apologize to speakers of Amharic if I misused the word

Edited by: my beloved

dr_whuh (aka

buckaroobob ), who is also a fan of B. Banzai)

Disclaimer: No characters are mine. They are solely the property of Earl Mac Rauch, MGM, Marvel, Marvel Studios, Paramount Studios, ABC, and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin.

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Title: Floral Makeup and Other Follies
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Dr. Who
Characters: the Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, River Song
Words: 2,063
Summary: As floral arrangements went, it was rather too large, and altogether too carnivorous. A good thing, then, that their scantily-clad offspring was there with one of her more dangerous cosmetic items, to help Amy and Rory save the Doctor.
Author's Note: This was written for

juliet316 , during the 2018

fandom_stocking fun. Like me, she likes the Eleventh Doctor and River Song, as well as River's parents and the Doctor's in-laws.
Language note: I indulged in my bad habit of deciding to attach languages to my imaginary human-settled Whoniverse worlds. This time it’s Greek, which I have butchered thusly; Louloudi-Thirio means, roughly, Flower-Beast. I’m sorry.
Edited by: My beloved

dr_whuh
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save the occasional original character is mind. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I merely love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Title: Ulishenathaän
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: The Goblin Emperor
Characters: Maia Drazhar, Chenelo Drazharan, Csevet Aisava, Cala Athmaza, Deret Beshelar, original character
Words: 3,394
Summary: His father, Setheris, the Untheileneise Court; everyone had endeavored to erase his mother. They did not succeed. Edrihasavar gains a token of Cheleno Drazharin, Ethuverasid Zhasan.
Author's note: Written for

hamsterwoman for

fandom_stocking 2018; I have taken the liberty of inventing an elven and goblin tradition, in which the death of anyone — including the emperor — is followed, if possible, by the shutting up of their private room or rooms for a period of time, no less than six months and no more than 12, to be followed by the disposal and dispersal of the belongings inside.
Linguistic note: Ulishenathaän is the word used to describe a token of the dead.
Edited by: my beloved

dr_whuh.
Disclaimer All characters are the sole property of Sarah Monette in her guise as Katherine Addison. I pretend no copyright, and take no coin.

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Crossposts: https://kaffyr.livejournal.com/513440.html

Title: The Pillars of Creation
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Dr. Who
Characters: The Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair
Words: 1,792
Summary: They didn’t hold up the cosmos, of course, but Yaz thought they were a sign that the universe was good. She and the Thirteenth Doctor share some time, and thoughts about traditions of mystic beauty.
Author's Note: This was written, with affection, for

muccamukk , during the 2018

fandom_stocking fun. She was interested in the Thirteenth Doctor and her companions, especially Yasmin Khan. I hope she likes this. NOTE: In deciding to imagine a facet of Yaz’s faith, I tried to tread carefully, and with respect, largely by keeping my comments as general as possible, while still referencing the tradition — which is not, as I understand it, a separate strain of the faith, but a practice and understanding of the faith that supersedes labels such as Sunni or Shia — known variously as Sufism or Tasawwuf. To any of my Whoniverse fans who are of the Muslim faith, please accept my apologies for any inaccuracies, or comments that lack that respect, and don’t hesitate to let me know; I’ll do my best to remedy those.
Edited by: my beloved

dr_whuh. Thanks love.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save the occasional original character is mind. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I merely love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Current Location: the living room.
Crossposts: https://kaffyr.livejournal.com/513139.html

Title: Cesium and Desist
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Dr. Who
Characters: the Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair
Words: 1,202
Summary: Lab, kitchen, kitchen, lab … she kept getting the two places mixed up. The Doctor’s latest adventure in baking goes chemically awry.
Author's Note: This was written for

nenya_kanadka , during the 2018

fandom_stocking fun. She likes the Thirteenth Doctor, and Yaz, and so do I. I hope she doesn't mind that Ryan and Graham found their ways in. Also, after watching numerous videos about volatile metals, I’m sure I shall always eye shiny liquid gold stuff with a jaundiced eye as a result. I’m convinced that the beauty of cesium should only be appreciated in still images.
Edited by: No one, unfortunately. All mistakes - especially anything having to do with cesium - are my own. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save for the odd original character, is mine. All others belong to their various creators and the BBC. I take no coin and intend no infringement. I just love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.

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Current Location: the living room.
Crossposts: https://kaffyr.livejournal.com/512470.html

So yes, I did write some stories for

fandom_stocking , and now that I know their recipients have read them, I can post them.

Title: A Falcon at Stoke Field
Author:

kaffy_r
Fandom: Shadow of the Tower
Characters: Henry VII, Simnel the Pretender, two guards
Words: 926
Summary: One name had been left behind, the next was never his to begin with. In the aftermath of Stoke Field, Lambert Simnel chooses a new identity.
Author's note: This was written, with great affection, for

thisbluespirit for

fandom_stocking 2018. I thank her for luring me into yet another fandom, and with luck, this offering will be acceptable. My research is superficial at best, but the story's two central conceits lie in reports that the young pretender was called by the name he chose in some contemporary accounts (per Wikipedia at least) and that he eventually became a falconer.

Edited by: Unedited, but obsessively reread. Any mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, particularly Henry VII or Lambert Simnel, and take no coin.
Read here, or at AO3.

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Current Location: the living room.
Crossposts: https://kaffyr.livejournal.com/511724.html

Title: Cycles
Type: Drabble, 100 words
Author:

kaffy_r
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Summary: He was still relearning to care.
Author's Note: I'm not particularly good with drabbles, because my natural urge is to write long. But it's been long enough since I wrote anything, that I figured I'd try going outside my comfort zone. I wrote this in response to one of the Dr. Who challenge communities.
Disclaimer: I own no Whoniverse characters, and take no coin. They are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators.
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“I’m alright. You get some sleep.”

“You’re sure.”

He knew Clara knew he wouldn’t answer.

They’d lost today. A mission; a life.

Clara had apologized to the survivors because he was still relearning how to care. Her apologies were accepted, with banked resentment on the part of those they’d saved.

There were things he hated about regeneration, rejiggerings of his psyche. Losing empathy, even temporarily, angered him.

It’s part of the cycle he whispered to himself. Victories, defeats, things in-between.

This was why he’d tried to lose empathy, he supposed. He waited for Clara’s return so he could hug her.

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Current Mood: cold
Current Location: the living room.
Current Music: Tiny Kittens HQ feral intake
Crossposts: https://kaffyr.livejournal.com/499088.html

Writing, Chihuly, Temporary Ailments

In reverse order:

1) I finally got something written, a drabble for

dw100 . Drabbles are my most difficult challenges, because I write long, not short.
2) The four of us went to the Chihuly Garden and Glass museum, right below the Space Needle. It was wonderful - shapes and colors and textures that were amazing, and a garden where Chihuly's glass art interacted organically with, well, the organic garden around it. I didn't take many pictures, and I was ultimately glad; the place was full of people who seemed to want to do nothing more than take selfies, or have people take pictures of them, in front of the art - but very few of those people seemed interested in actually looking at and experiencing the art. When Andy convinced me that he could send me pictures from one of his earlier trips to the museum, it was very freeing.
3) I appear to have successfully fought off some sort of stomach and gut-based bug that bid fair to make the day miserable for me. Hurrah for medications that kept that at bay!
4) We went to the Ballard Locks tonight, to watch the sunset, see salmon swimming up a ladder around the locks, and see boats sailing out to Puget Sound. And then we found a very nice Tex-Mex place to have a late supper and talk about music (Harry Nilsson, John Lennon, and such, because we're old farts.) Totally enjoyable.

And tomorrow is my 63rd birthday.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: Edmonds, Washington
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