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Feb. 13th, 2010

they will obey me

55.1 Oppressive

It was days like this that he was frightful to look at or to be near, turning his knowledge of the universe into a destructive, oppressive force, and not feeling even a hint of remorse from his actions.

Feb. 3rd, 2010

just His replica

FIC: Replica

Character(s): John Smith and the Master
Summary: John Smith doesn't want to be the Doctor, but sometimes he has to try as hard as he can to fit that role.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,920
Warning: Sort of dark, brief mentions of character death, angst >>;

So initially I wanted more practice writing 10.5, 'cause I don't really do it a lot. Of course, I was hoping to do practice centered on him being more action-y and in a pleasant mood. Yeah, this went in a completely different direction, but I am heavily pleased with how it came out.


He follows to the places where he can see the light in the sky. It’s rare these days. These days, he has to climb to the highest building in the city, yet even the zeppelins still manage to block out most of his view. He dreams of other worlds that another-him has been to, worlds that he only has memories of. He’s lost so much of the mind of the Doctor, so much of Donna. He’s John Smith now, and he doesn’t know who he is at all.



Also, sponsored accounts opened up again \o/ So I nabbed one up despite not using him as much as some chars. Journal layout could be better though... ah well. I cheated with some of the icons. I think most people do anyway, because it's not like he had an uber amount of screen time, but whatev. He's still in blue :|

Dec. 26th, 2009

I see diamonds in your dreams

42.8 Bullet

“Bite the bullet, eh… suddenly this isn’t seeming like the best of ideas, Rose – you know how about we just back up and erase your plan and fall back on mine.”

Dec. 23rd, 2009

if only I could make a deal with god

40.4 Treat

He was more accustomed to shrugging off even the most basic of wounds, not having to put time into treating himself as he had to now.

Dec. 18th, 2009

I'm always told to be the dreamer kind

Music Meme - Song II: Handlebars by Flobots

Sooo I was doing a meme on my Master's journal (beholdthedrums). Sorta half doing it here too, since this song doesn't have anything to do with the Master lol.

Rules:
1.) Select songs of your choice.
2.) Write two different fics/drabbles/whatever from each song. Change the lyric, the character, whichever.
3.) …Profit?


Song: Handlebars by Flobots
Characters: 1 - the Doctor / 2 - the Doctor (human)
Words: 837
Notes: Both very loosely have spoilers. 1 through Water of Mars, 2 through series 4. Loosely.


1 - 'I can do anything with no permission, I have it all under my command.'Collapse )
2 - 'Look at me, look at me, just called to say that it’s good to be alive in such a small world, all curled up with a book to read.'Collapse )


Song I: Blindness by Metric - 1 - the Master / 2 - the Doctor

Dec. 15th, 2009

don't ever say goodbye

39.1 New

There’s a lot he’s new to in this world, but those things are not what haunt him at night; he struggles with the realization that he’s forgetting his earliest memories.

Nov. 18th, 2009

born to devastation and reform

ooc

"Devastation And Reform"
Relient K

Fear can drive stick
And it's taking me down this road
A road down which
I swore I'd never go
And here I sit
Thinking of God knows what
Afraid to admit
I might self-destruct

So lock the windows
And bolt the door
Cuz I've got enough problems
Without creating more

I feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started

Usually I'll cause my own first hit
It seems to me to be slightly masochistic
But there'd be no story
Without all this descension
So I inflict the conflict
With the utmost of contemption

So lock the windows
And bolt the door
Cuz I've got enough problems

Without creating more

I feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started

Thank you God
For giving me the insight
So I might make
These wrongs right
If and when
There ever is a next time
Cuz failure is a blessing in disguise

Pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started
The shell of what I had when I first started

I feel like I was born
To devastation and reform
Destroying everything I loved
And the worst part is
I pull my heart out, reconstruct
And in the end it's nothing but
The shell of what I had when I first started
(When I first started)
(The shell of what I had when I first started)
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