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18 May 2010 @ 12:58 am
Let's just pretend I was paying attention to the time and posted this an hour ago, okay?

Story: Pond's Model
Author: Melengro
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 950
Author's summary: When Amy Pond tried to use art as therapy to help her cope with the monsters, it did not turn out as harmless as she had anticipated. References to and inspired by ‘Pickman’s Model’ by H.P. Lovecraft. Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to Kara no Kyoukai by Nasu Kinoko (which many fans of Hinchcliffe-era or Moffat-penned Who might enjoy checking out).
Characters/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Howard Phillip Lovecraft
Warnings: semi-RPF (ie there were no Famous Writer episodes this series, so Melengro wrote one for us)

Recced because: The closing shots of The Eleventh Hour were just begging for fic about Amy Pond as an artist. This one adresses that subject with a decidedly non-Euclidean flair, deftly combining both HP Lovecraft and Doctor Who in order to create a greater whole: a story that is alternately sweet and creepy.
 
 
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these points of data make a beautiful line
Story: Five Times Lord Braxiatel Had Occasion to Regret The Doctor’s Exile Very Deeply Indeed (And One Time He Wished The Doctor Would Just Sod Off Forever)
Author: x_los
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 8119
Author's summary: The Doctor is many things to many people, but to Irving Braxiatel he is the universe's most annoying little brother.
Characters/Pairings: Braxiatel, Susan, Delgado!Master, Fourth Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Tegan, Turlough, Ainley!Master, Sixth Doctor, Evelyn, Peri, Romana II, Leela, Eighth Doctor, Narvin
Warnings: spoilers for the Gallifrey audios in the final part

Recced because: It sucks to be the Doctor's older brother. It really, really sucks. And nobody knows that better than “Irving” Braxiatel. Luckily, nobody suffers quite as beautifully as Brax does, either, which is a good thing as this fic is pretty much as it says on a tin: an exercise in showing all the many ways that the Doctor has ruined Braxiatel's life. No, wait, let me rephrase that: all the many hilarious ways that the Doctor has ruined Braxiatel's life. Because this fic is one of the funniest I've read in a long while. And, oddly enough, it's one of the better character studies too.

The sound of a dematerialization made them all look towards the TARDIS–but she was showing no signs of immanent departure. Indeed her sturdy blue frame seemed to silently rebuke them for doubting her reliability. In the direction they’d all just turned from, someone coughed. In unison three heads swiveled back to the plant. A man in a human business suit hovered above the manzanita.

“You stop right there, Master, that plant is endangered!” Peri yelled, standing as if she planned to fight him off the bush.

“Peri,” the Doctor sighed, “not everyone who’s made unwise facial hair decisions and wants a chat with me is the Master. Sometimes it’s only Shakespeare, or, in this case, Irving Braxiatel.”
 
 
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