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might-be-a-zygon · 3 years

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Femslash February 2021 Masterlist

Soufflaker

In My Dreams Shadows Call

Red: The Doctor is having strange dreams about a woman in red. Who’s this phantom from her past, and why is she coming back now?

I Was in the Seventh Heavan

Lips: The TARDIS goes a little haywire and decides to drop the Doctor off somewhere she really, really shouldn’t be.

Our Eyes Will Adjust

Electricity: Human AU. Clara isn't the biggest fan of her neighbour, but when the power shorts out who else is she going to ask for help?

She's Always Been There

Superhero AU: Jane Smith is determined to find out the identity of the Impossible Girl- Only maybe it isn't quite that easy.

Thasmin

Joan's Crazy Brown Eyes

Pride: Just a short scene of Human AU Thasmin fluff.

And All the Flowers will Bloom

Buttercup: Yaz and the Doctor take a break from the rest of Team TARDIS to have a date. The Doctor talks about home.

The Mother that Never Was

Daisy: The Doctor starts to open up to Yasmin a little more about her past and the family that she lost.

Sunflower of Yorkshire

Sunflower: Yaz talks to Sonya about her crush on the Doctor.

Love is Always Good

Gold: Yaz finds an old ring. The Doctor (with a nudge from the TARDIS) opens up a little more about her past.

Thrissy

Take Me Back in Time to Love You

Orange: The Doctor runs into a figure from her past while trying to remember home.

Just a Monster in a Cage

Shame: After her stint in prison the Doctor decides to go back and apologise to someone she put through the same thing.

Let's Make Her Beautiful

Hair: The Doctor isn't used to having longer hair, and really, who else would she call for tips?

Barking Mad Cinderella

Castle: Someone is trying to play a joke on the Doctor- the only issue? Them getting out is dependent on the Doctor's ability to do things by the book and not break the rules.

Live Before We Die (and Dance)

Hands: The Doctor is alone, about to regenorate, and throwing herself one hell of a pity-party in a seedy bar. For once, the Universe decides to be kind, and she runs into an old friend.

Misffle

New, and a Bit Alarming

Feather: Missy slips out of the vault for a little bit to make up for a past misdeed.

Love is Like a Small Umbrella

Silver: When things go very wrong for Clara on an outing, salvation comes from the most unlikely source.

Beause You've Met Your Match

Historical AU: Clara isn't at all fond of the Davis children's new governess. She's constantly cross, cruel to the children, and seems to know far more than she should- by all accounts Clara should avoid her. So why can't she seem to stay away?

Space Wives

To See You Smiling at Me

Mermaid AU: Thea's facination with humans has always gotten her into trouble, but when she finds a certain pirate in need of rescue, how can she refuse?

True to You Darlin' (In My Way)

Green: The Doctor can be a real hypocrite when it comes to jealousy sometimes- especially when she stumbles across her wife's wedding.

Lumiteen

Because it's Written in the Stars

Yellow: Every time the Doctor meets a new Master, she gets a new colour. This woman is no Master, so how has she given the Doctor something so bright?

The Wicked Die Alone

Violet: The Doctor runs into a newly-regenorated Lumiat while looking for an old friend.

StarChips

We'll See Both Sunlight and Storms

It’s a risky date when you’re technically made of liquid, but they couldn’t resist stopping to watch the solar flare.

Just in Two Short Paragraphs

Water: Superpowers AU. Bill and Heather run into each other on a night out. The flirting goes... well?

W!Masmin

I Am There Inside

Paranormal AU There's someone in Yasmin Khan's mirror, and she's determined to find out who they are- even if nobody else believes her.

Some Girls Were Rational (But Yasmin Was Not)

Lily: Revisiting W!Master and Yasmin. Yasmin finally gets the gateway open to free her Master.

Clashildr

Into the Eye of the Storm

Heart: Ashildr's heart will never stop beating, and Clara's will never beat again. Clara spends a few quiet moments listening to Me's heartbeat and reflecting on the direction her life has taken.

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undertheflagwow · 6 years

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Lujo’s Log #1

It has been several months since I last put quill to parchment, indeed it is unlikely I would be doing so now were it not for coming across this blank book lying by roadside. I admit I was confused when I first opened the book as I had not thought of prebinding writings personal or commercial. It seemed an odd conceit that whoever put the book together in the first place would know how many words I intend to put in it. Still I have since been informed that most journals are like this, both to keep the pages together and to protect them during travels. As my life has finally reached a point where my dayly activities consist of more than "Woke up, ate, walked, ate, walked, ate, slept.", it seemed a good idea to get back in the habit of writing, predominantly to prevent my skills from atrophing but also because there is a very real chance I might die in the near future, so I at least wish to leave more behind to answer what questions may arise than my Master did.

Today marked the day I finally arrived in the, for lack of a better term, town of Booty Bay. I had been on the road for some time with intent to reach this place with intent on finding a commission out on the seas and oceans. Upon arriving at a tavern I honestly can't recall the name of I found I was in time for a local event where all the privateers and pirates attempt to find more crew. There were three captains that had hung up their colors for all to see and were asking for any and all to come forward if they had interest. It seemed prudent to hang back for a trifle as on the roads I found many less familiar with my race who reacted...lets say poorly to my size "looming" over them. The first captain was a blood elf who after only a few interactions I knew was not the right choice. He was speciesist (no idea if that is an actual word, but I'm sure the definition would be clear regardless) enough to turn down any night elf, and while I have not had much interactions with the race, writing off someone based solely on ancient animosities indicated that meritocratic advancement was at least unlikely. The second was a human. I didn't really have much time to observe him enough to really make a decision, for that is when the third and final captain decided to say his piece.

Captain Coppershot is a goblin, small and excitable, but strangely willing to put true faith in others with little to no time getting to know them. In these trying times I have come across few who expect loyalty and are also willing to give it freely of people they've known for perhaps a handful of hours. The Captain proclaimed to the whole of the bar that he had a score that was destined to make him and his rich, and that any who were interested should step forward now. The fact that the other two captains put little stock and this, and of a crowded tavern he got precisely five people willing to take him up on the offer makes me wonder as to what history he has with this region. Still myself, an orc, two night elves, and a draenai took him up on his offer to follow him to his room and hear him out. After what generously could be referred to as jokes the Captain quickly became all business. He had heard of a quintet of pieces of a supposedly legendary sword in possession of a lush with far to much money on his hands. We were to assume the identity of a buyer and his bodyguards/assistants to get close, find the pieces, and abscond with them. The buyer we were to immitate was mostly unknown to us other than a name. Shadowstorm or Stormshadow or something like it, I was facinated that the name spoke so clearly of trying with all ones might to sound impressive and dark that the Captain invented a new term to describe it edgelord. Merely inventing the word wasn't what was so captivating however, it was the fact that all present in the room, without any prompting or questions, both understood the term and all the conotations behind it. Such is the sad desperation of the mystery buyer. While it took a brief time to hash out the details of expected payment, and also deal with an eavesdropper likely from one of the two other captains in a manner that could be described as no less than violently, we set out on the road with the Captain and traveled for perhaps an hour or so to a manor that stood in the midst of the jungle. The Captain only accompanied us to the point where we would have to worry about guards or patrols and instructed us to deal with the remainder of the job as we saw fit before joining him on his ship.

Once the Captain absconded we were quick to discard his original outline of a plan, none of us really came off as great actors or deceivers by any of our estemations, and made our way up to the treeline near the manor. We saw a group of Alliance soldiers in the company of a horse and cart and assumed that the buyer was likely early. As none of us saw much challenge in the rather green squad before us we set to work on them quickly. Of all the ways I can think of to die, being riddled by a handful of projectiles and concussive force isn't the worst way to go, though by the expression of their commanders face I don't think I would recommend it. Seeing their leader perish half the soldiers promptly gave up on attempting to fight us, and after the remainder died in a what I can only call horrible fashion, they surrendered outright with no talk of terms. Moving to the house we discovered that two more guards and the "lord" of the manor were fearfully awaiting us after witnessing the butchering we had commited. While the "lord" was reticent to agree to hand over his property to us on general principle, the two guards saw reason and stood aside for us to do as we wished. A large crate dominated the center of the room and we assumed it must hold the pieces of the artifact we were looking for. We were mistaken, instead their was a chunk of azurite large enough to give any of us difficulty in moving alone. We did still procure the original items we had been sent for after one of the night elves, who I am going to refer to as Spooky from this point forward, chose to flex at the now former owner. I have no idea why her flexing her muscles seems so objectively terrifying, but I am just going to be glad of the fact that it is unlikely I will ever have to be on the receiving end of it.

After a brief incident where I found out the artifact pieces reacted extremely poorly to being handled with out proper gear, we loaded up the horse and cart, gave the remaining living guards a means of theoretically escaping their bonds before the jungle came for them, and made our way back to Booty Bay. We were rather...surprised to find that not only does the Captain have a ship, it is brand new and seemed to be of a truely excellent quality. After giving him a brief on what we had acomplished he chose to reveal his main goal in all this, we are going to go looking for azurite on the high seas and become wealthy beyond comprehension. While his approach to this doesn't seem to have a great deal of forthought, he did bring up a decent idea as to looking around rather deserted islands off the coast where it is possible that no one had checked to see if any was to be found there. Upon seeing the size of the chunk of azurite we procured he became more serious than I have ever seen him to date. Asking only if we thought we needed to leave right now before someone came looking for it, he accepted our advice that we should take a sack of gold and hire enough vaguely capable crew as quickly as we could.

I believe I will stop this entry here. I could use some sleep and my hand is beginning to cramp. Seems my stamina for transcribing has lulled a touch.

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