hobbit_feets: (dw || ADORABLE COLIN IS ADORABLE)

Title: A Good Old-Fashioned Rogering (or: A Couple of Cute English Guys)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Sixth Doctor, Peri Brown
Pairings: Five/Six/Peri, a passing allusion to Three/Delgado
Wordcount: 6,877
Summary: 'Just because I'm a powerful figure of noble bearing and great command doesn't mean I'm incapable of yenning after a good old-fashioned rogering!'-- The Doctor yens. Peri obliges. They rope his younger self in to help out with proceedings.

Ie: the fic with the anal double penetration, ridiculous banter, and, because this is Six, speechifying. I'm kind of ridiculously pleased with it.

Check it out here on the ao3

hobbit_feets: (dw || stealing her sandwiches)
For those of you unaware, it is the season of podtor_who, a Doctor Who holiday podficathon. Go check it out; podfic is fabulous. As one of my contributions this year, I've recorded a fic by the ever-wonderful neveralarch, featuring Jo and Delgado!Master having adventures, the Master being more than usually blind to his own motivations, and a rehash of The Deadly Assassin.

Title: The Amazon
Author: neveralarch
Reader: Culumacilinte (ie: hobbit_feets)
Length: 9373
Rating: Teen and up
Pairing/Characters: Four/Delgado!Master, Jo Grant
Author's Summary: Jo made a poor choice in husbands, the Master made a poor choice in building materials, and the Doctor's gone off in a scarf.

Links: audio // text
hobbit_feets: (dw || you will obey me- only me)
Title: Life, After
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Teen-ish?
Pairing: Ace McShane/Ninth Doctor
Summary: ‘Come back to the TARDIS, then.’ He offers it like it’s the obvious alternative, but Ace bites her lip. Maybe it is the obvious alternative, and she’d be lying if she said some part of her wasn’t tempted, but it feels… too soon, somehow. Or something. Too much like giving the Doctor power over her life again, and she doesn’t know that she’ll ever be ready for that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Who belongs to the mighty Auntie Beeb

The fic lives here
hobbit_feets: (dw || ADORABLE COLIN IS ADORABLE)
Title: 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: [livejournal.com profile] x_los
Fandom: Gallifrey/Doctor Who
Characters: Braxiatel, Susan, Delgado!Master, Four, Five, Tegan, Turlough, Ainley!master, Six, Peri, Evelyn, Romana II, Leela, Narvin, Eight, Benny
Rating: PG
Pairings: Suggestions of Doctor/Master and Brax/Romana
Text: lives here
Audio: lives here
hobbit_feets: (dw || if by 'imbecile' you mean 'bamf')
Having finally watched the series opener of Doctor Who, I have the thinky thoughts.

Under the cut for spoilers )

podficcage

Aug. 24th, 2012 04:46 am
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
Because there should always, always be more Antarctic explorers in love.

Title: The Existing Scheme of Things
Author: Culumacilinte
Reader: Culumacilinte (ie: hobbit_feets)
Length: 6580
Rating: Teen and up
Pairing/Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Apsley Cherry-Garrard/Birdie Bowers
Author's Summary: In which the TARDIS acquires two more passengers, and there are Antarctic explorers in love. And a little bit of altering the course of history.
Links: text/ audio
hobbit_feets: (dw || aunts aren't gentlemen)
Nicked from [livejournal.com profile] snowgrouse

Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favourite word is now your catchphrase.

I am... The Photographer, I'm in my first regeneration, and the most notable article of clothing in my current wardrobe is an oversized men's leather jacket.  My companion is a genderqueer, vegan Mancunian with green hair, fantastic glasses, and a habit of associating themself with Causes.  I disapprove of catchphrases, because I find it impossible to have one favourite word, and my favourite words tend to be things like... haecceity and sesquipedalian and amaranthine, none of which make a very good catchphrase.  I do say indeed a lot, though.
hobbit_feets: (dw || aunts aren't gentlemen)
Nicked from [livejournal.com profile] snowgrouse

Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favourite word is now your catchphrase.

I am... The Photographer, I'm in my first regeneration, and the most notable article of clothing in my current wardrobe is an oversized men's leather jacket.  My companion is a genderqueer, vegan Mancunian with green hair, fantastic glasses, and a habit of associating themself with Causes.  I disapprove of catchphrases, because I find it impossible to have one favourite word, and my favourite words tend to be things like... haecceity and sesquipedalian and amaranthine, none of which make a very good catchphrase.  I do say indeed a lot, though.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (gatiss || tannins and free radicals)
Someone just posted this in the [livejournal.com profile] doctorwho  comm recently, and somewhere along the line, as I was filling it out, I realised it had turned into epically huge tl;dr.  So I thought I might as well post it to my journal properly, for the enlightenment and edification of any of you who care for such things.

cut for me rambling about doctor who )
hobbit_feets: (gatiss || tannins and free radicals)
Someone just posted this in the [livejournal.com profile] doctorwho  comm recently, and somewhere along the line, as I was filling it out, I realised it had turned into epically huge tl;dr.  So I thought I might as well post it to my journal properly, for the enlightenment and edification of any of you who care for such things.

cut for me rambling about doctor who )
hobbit_feets: (dw || time bandit)
Title: Notch in the Bedpost
Author: Culumacilinte
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Five/Iris Wildthyme
Summary: In which dungeon!sex is made out to be much sexier and exotic than it probably really is.
Author's Notes: Written for the charming and filthy-minded [livejournal.com profile] amare_est_esse 's birthday.  Happy birthday, Mar!

~~~~~~~~~

happy birthdaaaaaay, mar~ )
hobbit_feets: (dw || time bandit)
Title: Notch in the Bedpost
Author: Culumacilinte
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Five/Iris Wildthyme
Summary: In which dungeon!sex is made out to be much sexier and exotic than it probably really is.
Author's Notes: Written for the charming and filthy-minded [livejournal.com profile] amare_est_esse 's birthday.  Happy birthday, Mar!

~~~~~~~~~

happy birthdaaaaaay, mar~ )
hobbit_feets: (dw || our favourite leading man)
MATT SMIFF!

I AM FULL OF SUCH CAPSLOCKING FLAIL ABOUT ELEVEN, SERIOUSLY.  I LOVE HIM AND HIS HUNCHING, FINGER-TWIDDLING, BAD-JOKE-MAKING ENERGY.  AND CALLING AMY 'POND.'

ALSO YOU SHOULD ALL WATCH THE 'BIG QUESTION' THINGS THAT MATT AND KAREN DO, BECAUSE THEY'RE ADORABLE AND HONESTLY, I JUST WANT TO MEET THEM AND HANG OUT WITH THEM.  BECAUSE THEY'RE HILARIOUS.  AND AWESOME.
hobbit_feets: (dw || our favourite leading man)
MATT SMIFF!

I AM FULL OF SUCH CAPSLOCKING FLAIL ABOUT ELEVEN, SERIOUSLY.  I LOVE HIM AND HIS HUNCHING, FINGER-TWIDDLING, BAD-JOKE-MAKING ENERGY.  AND CALLING AMY 'POND.'

ALSO YOU SHOULD ALL WATCH THE 'BIG QUESTION' THINGS THAT MATT AND KAREN DO, BECAUSE THEY'RE ADORABLE AND HONESTLY, I JUST WANT TO MEET THEM AND HANG OUT WITH THEM.  BECAUSE THEY'RE HILARIOUS.  AND AWESOME.
hobbit_feets: (dw || i think you need a)
A currently untitled now titled! bit of Fitz/Eight smut written for the kinkmeme from the prompt EIGHT/FITZ, RIMMING. THOUGH TBH, *ANY* KINK WOULD BE FINE BY ME, SO LONG AS THERE IS EIGHT/FITZ.

Title: Having Another Go
Rating: NC-17
Author: Culumacilnte
Pairing: Fitz/Eight
Summary: It might as well be titled Fitz's Adventures in Rimming.  Smut and fluff, and very little substance.
Word count: 988

It was a week later, maybe- it was hard to tell aboard the TARDIS, not that it mattered anyway- they'd saved yet another planet from bizarre aliens, and one of the Doctor's 'thank god we're alive' kisses had turned into a snog up against the console. )
hobbit_feets: (dw || i think you need a)
A currently untitled now titled! bit of Fitz/Eight smut written for the kinkmeme from the prompt EIGHT/FITZ, RIMMING. THOUGH TBH, *ANY* KINK WOULD BE FINE BY ME, SO LONG AS THERE IS EIGHT/FITZ.

Title: Having Another Go
Rating: NC-17
Author: Culumacilnte
Pairing: Fitz/Eight
Summary: It might as well be titled Fitz's Adventures in Rimming.  Smut and fluff, and very little substance.
Word count: 988

It was a week later, maybe- it was hard to tell aboard the TARDIS, not that it mattered anyway- they'd saved yet another planet from bizarre aliens, and one of the Doctor's 'thank god we're alive' kisses had turned into a snog up against the console. )
hobbit_feets: (dw || please- *listen*)
Right, so, I didn't really intend to do this, but [livejournal.com profile] mind_the_tardis  posted an entry asking about people who play the Master- which ones they play, what about them, etc and so on.  And as I am entirely incapable of being anything like succinct, I ended up typing up this, so long I had to fit it into three comments.  But I thought, well, as I've got it, I might as well save it.  So here we have it!  All of the roleplaying accounts I have for the Master, and a not-so-brief explanation of each of them.


in chronological order, starting from the very beginning )
hobbit_feets: (dw || please- *listen*)
Right, so, I didn't really intend to do this, but [livejournal.com profile] mind_the_tardis  posted an entry asking about people who play the Master- which ones they play, what about them, etc and so on.  And as I am entirely incapable of being anything like succinct, I ended up typing up this, so long I had to fit it into three comments.  But I thought, well, as I've got it, I might as well save it.  So here we have it!  All of the roleplaying accounts I have for the Master, and a not-so-brief explanation of each of them.


in chronological order, starting from the very beginning )

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