#Fan Fiction & Other Unlicensed Stuff

[aristidetwain]

The Eighth Doctor in live-action (1996-2016)

TOP TO BOTTOM: Eighth Doctor Audition Tape dir. Philip Segal (c. 1996) Doctor Who: The TV Movie dir. Geoffrey Sax (1996) The Night of the Doctor dir. John Hayes (2013) Tale of a Timelord dir. Steve Healey (2016)

[aristidetwain]

DALEK PRIME, waving happily: “GOOD - BYE!”

RED DALEK CONTROLLER, also waving: “SAFE - JOURNEY!”

DALEK PILOT INSIDE THE SHIP: “OH - BOY! I - JUST - CAN’T - WAIT - TIL - I - GET - TO - KEMBEL!”

Ron Turner’s Dalek poster.

[morethanonepage]

wip meme: 6, 13, 20

6. the world, safe and sound for you

lmfao the shara bey backstory fic i will legit never finish bc ugh, star wars. some #commentary in this section you haven’t read before, at least:

“Your father’s an illegal merchant." 

“He’s unlicensed." 

“There’s a difference?" 

Shara sits back in her chair. It’s very uncomfortable but she thinks it adds to her air of casual nonchalance. “Of course." 

“How about a more neutral term, then. A smuggler." 

She narrows her eyes. “My father provides goods and communication between planets that the Empire has decided are without value. He doesn’t trade in drugs or weapons. His prices are fair and reasonable. You’ll find no complaints." 

The officer looks at his holopad; obviously, there have been complaints. “Tell me more about his business model." 

“Primarily barter based. We don’t have a lot of liquid assets, you understand. That makes things like licensing fees a little complicated." 

“Yes, not breaking the law can be so difficult,” he drawls. “What else?" 

��What do you mean, what else?" 

“I mean how else does your father make his living, aside from smuggling contraband?" 

Shara tries not to react. “I don’t know what you mean." 

“I think you do.

13. ok I’m about to spam you with prompts sorry friend: Finn/Poe Regency bc I am always thinking of that fan art John instagrammed

you prompted this! amongst many other prompts which I also started and then uhhhhh did not finish. But it’s basically my Belle (2013)/Portrait of a Lady on Fire Regency era finnpoe au mashup where Poe is hired to paint ~a portrait of the Han/Leia + Rey & Finn family on their fancy English estate. Their backstories are like, Finn was Luke’s son that was left with Han & Leia to raise after Luke died, and bc he’s black the family’s a little bit like 🤷🏻‍♀️ with regards to his prospects but he has $$$ from Luke’s inheritance; and Poe was born in colonial Guatemala but when he was little there was some Spanish artist guy commissioned to paint the flora and fauna of the New World and bb!Poe had some talent for that kind of stuff so he got apprenticed to painter guy and taken away to Spain to become an artist and it’s all very tragic BUT ANYWAY i love coming up with historical fiction plots and then NEVER WRITING THEM. I don’t think I’ve shared this part of it before?

“Will you marry for love as well?" 

Finn shook his head. “I doubt I’ll marry at all, Mr. Dameron." 

Poe glanced at him. “Why?" 

Finn looked at him, long and incredulous. “Even if there were a family — a proper family — willing, for the name, and the money, if naught else — a child from that union — what life would it have?" 

“Nonsense,” Poe said. “I was born of such a union." 

Finn stopped short. “Were you?" 

Poe nodded. “My father is Spanish. My mother was not.” 

“And you…” Admit it. Advertise it. You needn’t, but you do. 

“I take pride in it. As should you." 

“It’s different for me.” 

“I know,” he said, low and sad, as if he did. Glanced over at Finn again, and hesitated for a moment. “I will…likely remain a bachelor, as well." 

“Why?” Finn said, sudden and thoughtless: it was none of his business, terribly presumptuous of him. Poe did not seem to notice his embarrassment, and merely shrugged. 

“It’s an unpredictable life,” he said, not quite meeting Finn’s gaze. “Living commission to commission. I wouldn’t want to try and raise a family on it, or burden anyone else with it. One could not live on paint alone, after all." 

“Not for long, at least.” 

Poe laughed at that, shaking his head. “Indeed not." 

“I must apologize, Mr. Dameron." 

Poe’s brow furrowed, and he cocked his head in genuine confusion. “What for?" 

“To speak to you so, with such—candor.” It was unbecoming, Finn knew: Poe had no reason to listen, no reason to care about Finn’s fears, about the uncertainty of his position. 

“Think nothing of it,” said Poe, waving his hand as if to shoo away the suggestion. “People often speak to me that way. I’ve that sort of face." 

“The handsome sort?” he found himself saying, and resisted the temptation to compound the indignity by slapping his hand over his mouth. Stood, instead, with his shoulders inching up to his ears and his hands in fists by his side. 

Dameron, at least, did not seem to take terrible offense. “If you say so,” he said, smiling. “Perhaps I should’ve been a spy." 

“Perhaps you still could be.” 

Poe laughed at that, shaking his head. Turned to look at Finn again, as if to ask another question, and Finn leapt at the chance to forestall him. 

“And what of you, Mr. Dameron? A bless’d childhood of your own?"

20. when the leather runs smooth on the passenger’s seat

oh lol this is a john and chas fuck in the cab fic, the title’s from The Smiths’ “This Charming Man.” I mean WHAT else can i say about that except that it’s hard to come up with a position that would work given uhhhhh how tall Chas is, which is why I never get any further than the blowjobs when I try to write a version of it:

"Who indeed," John says, rubbing the inside of his thigh against Chas's ribs, running his fingers lazily through Chas's thick hair. 

Chas lets out an amused huff. "Did you want something else?" 

John arches his back, stretching contentedly over the leather seat. “Dunno,” he drawls. “What else’ve you got?" 

Chas throws him the usual indulgent smile, but there's a softness in his eyes that John's too satisfied to worry about. He crawls up along John's body carefully, knees digging into the seat on both sides of John's waist. His kiss is just as carefully, gentle even after John opens his mouth to it and sucks at his tongue. Chas tastes, unsurprisingly, of spit and come. John wraps an arm around his neck and pulls him closer.

[fountainpenguin]

Not part of an ask meme, but how do you picture the legal system in your FOP fan fiction? What are punishable crimes? What are common, considered reasonable punishments? Is Abacatraz the only jail? If a Gyne goes to jail what happens to his drones? And if a drone goes to jail what happens to him? Thx

Fairy World is pretty lax. Possessions can be easily replaced, it’s difficult to hurt others, and magic allows for criminals to be traced more easily than with nonmagical forensics.

At the end of “The Same Game” (Season 1), Wanda cheerfully bashed Cosmo in the head with a cinder block, saying it was all in good fun. I’ve based Fairy World’s casual, playful attitudes on that: their species isn’t easily hurt and they take that sort of thing lightly (See also, H.P. literally throwing a baby from one rooftop to another in a recent Origin of the Pixies chapter). Well, Cosmo seemed pretty upset with the cinder block thing, but presumably they made up later. Pushing each other’s limits might be considered play in Fairy culture. Who knows.

The biggest crime in Fairy World is endangering the population: revealing that Fairies exist is a big deal. Changeling children traditions have been banned for a long time. Interfering with love is off limits for anyone besides Cupid’s family, and searching for loopholes around that (or similar rules) might land you in trouble too. Unlicensed dragon rearing is also illegal since dragons are canonically immune to fae magic and are difficult to control. Otherwise the main crimes are, like, tax evasion, bribery, and setting national parks on fire.

Having licenses revoked is always a major threat (whether you’re a doctor, a godparent, or just a licensed magic user). Losing licenses is serious and you shouldn’t expect to reclaim one for thousands of years (if you get it back at all). With a million year lifespan, you guard your reputation carefully. If your record is bad enough, you won’t receive the endorsements you might need for your dream career (and most have new dream careers every few centuries).

Fairies are free-spirited creatures… They probably won’t change their behavior if you take away items or money (Stuff they can regain easily), but they hate hate hate being deprived of their freedom. You don’t see many fines in Fairy World. Most punishments involve community service (i.e. manual labor without a wand), training (either physical exercise or retaking classes), or prison time. Prison time leads to high rates of behavior changes for Fairies… Most don’t enjoy hundreds to thousands of years without magic.

Taking over Fairy World in “Pixies Inc.” resulted in the Pixies getting thrown at a wall target and presumably let go after Jorgen was done messing with them. I suppose jail is saved for top offenders and most crimes just don’t go that far. On the flip side, Foop went to jail for his crimes despite being a baby, so something’s screwy with this system.

Gynes don’t face prison sentences for killing each other, but they are expected to pay wergild (monetary compensation) to the family of the gyne they killed. As long as you can pay the fine, killing another gyne won’t get you sent to jail. Fairy World’s aristocratic families are always uneasy around one another, knowing they can all afford wergild if it comes down to it.

There are lots of different jails, but Abracatraz is definitely the most difficult one to get out of. It’s not technically part of the “cloudlands” (Plane 3 is the lowest level) and is part of the dregs: Plane 1. Leaving the building is relatively tough, but leaving Plane 1 is harder. On any other plane, you can fall out of the sky to a lower level. But this is the bottom, so the only way out is up.

If you’ve escaped Abracatraz, you should have been deprived of magic. No flight, no poofing. At least Alcatraz escapees could swim, but that’s not an option here. The only way out is leaving the tiny island Abracatraz sits on, somehow crossing the gulf of empty space to solid land without flying, traveling to the Bridge that connects Plane 1 to Plane 2 (Earth), and losing your enemies among the crowd. You’re pretty much not getting out unless someone on the outside breaks you out. The very few Abracatraz escapees there are will try to vanish into the human world, knowing they’re much more likely to be caught if they return to the cloudlands.

Foop’s escape plan had an advantage in that there weren’t any of those red, magic-depriving suits to fit his chunky square body, I suppose. Being able to fly gave him a massive advantage: He was able to dig a tunnel to the edge of the island (avoiding watchful guards) and fly across the gulf of empty space that most prisoners can’t.

When a gyne is killed, his drones get taken up by the gyne who killed him. That’s not a legal law- a drone can still theoretically walk away, but under most circumstances, they’ll change hands. Even Sanderson, famous for his loyalty, will switch sides and express that loyalty to whoever his new boss is if the Head Pixie is brought down by another gyne. If you recall the 130 Prompt “Minion,” one of his biggest fears is that he might not actually like H.P. and only hangs out with him because of his pheromones. He lives in fear that someday, he’ll turn his back and walk away with no ability to stop himself.

If a gyne is arrested, that’s different: a gyne is removed, but there isn’t a new one for drones left behind to drift towards. In most situations like this, you’ll see the drones hang out around the property for another several days. As pheromones fade, they’ll become more and more restless. One might head out to buy groceries and never come home, even leaving possessions behind. One drone might pack his things and deliberately head out in search of a new gyne. Another might wait around the property as long as he can. It’s not unusual for a gyne who finds an unattached drone wandering the city to determine where the drone came from and visit the property of the detained gyne, picking up any drones who are still around there.

Recall that for drones, pheromones are what soothes their rapid energy swings and keeps them functioning and happy. It’s possible to live with constant emotional whiplash, but comfort is preferable. They don’t like staying where they’re unhappy, so few drones will wait around a barren property for long. Without pheromones, they’re eternally restless and will seek a new source. 

Some drones might hold out longer than others, either powering through energy swings or using a secondhand source (like bottled donor pheromones) to get by. But if someone is jailed for hundreds or thousands of years, do you want to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation until they get out? Depends on the person. If those donated pheromones came from your own gyne, you’ll eventually run out. If they didn’t, loyalty will switch to a new gyne anyway and a drone might not feel comfortable staying on another’s property (feels like barging into someone else’s house and making yourself at home while the owner is away). Pheromones are individual, not easily interchangeable.

You may recall from “Timmy’s Secret Wish” that the Fairy Council is notoriously fast at moving cases through court. Maybe trying to get falsely accused gynes back home is one reason why.

I feel like drones would do well in jail, though. If they’re out on a distant property where nobody knows they’re there, they’re not likely to find the emotional support they need. In jail, exposing drones to pheromones is easy, especially if you’re not picky about what kind of donor pheromones you give them. Drones like consistency. Consistency means safety and stability. A drone exposed to hundreds of years of the same donor pheromones will prefer those scents and have a harder time switching back to his original gyne’s pheromones when he goes home. He might be more likely to complain and, if he was exposed to certain pheromones excessively, might try to leave. However, varying pheromone exposure in jail makes it more likely he’ll be satisfied with his usual gyne once he’s receiving the same scents consistently.

Drones aren’t brainwashed by pheromones, simply influenced. They can still act out, but overall they’re generally well behaved and satisfied as long as they receive regular pheromone exposure. They probably get let out early for good behavior.

I’m sure the jail system is horribly biased. I feel like the majority of Fairy World sees drones as simpleminded and incapable of being very cruel. Punishments for drones are pretty light. Gynes are often portrayed in Fairy World as slaves to their insect biology (the polite term is “prince of destiny”), so they too probably have some cruelties written off as not wholly their fault (For crying out loud, murder is excused if you’re a gyne).

Those darn kabouters, the least influenced by their animal biology, should know better tho >:(

[trashnthevoid]

It's 6:45am and I haven't slept so here's my random thoughts....yay.

***heres a slight trigger warning cause I'm gonna briefly mention some subjects considered 'heavy' like touching upon depression and suicidal thoughts later on. Side note: I'll always be here to talk if you need someone. I'm a great non-licensed therapist, I take care of others problems better than my own. Even though I personally haven't gone through these things, I try my best to understand my friends who are going through some of these things so I'll try my best to help with problems. Trigger warning starts at the stars so be warned <3***

Hi any of my followers who are awake scrolling aimlessly like I am or people who this just at some point pops up on your dashboard. It's 6:05a.m. and I haven't slept since I've been up all night reading fan fiction (a normal thing I have problems I know). So being the smart cookie I am, I decided to open my curtains to look out the window above my bed. I started looking at the sunrise... And thinking.... Now this happens alot where I'll look at the sunrise and just think about my life and go into a sort of slight existential crisis (it's not an actual existential crisis don't worry) as I call it.

I started thinking about how lucky a lot of us are, and how much we take for granted. We take waking up every morning for granted. We as people don't realize how much we take for granted and under-appreciate until it's gone. Like, I understand we all have our struggles and hardships in our lives and some have it worse than others. But you can wake up to a sunrise, a phone or electronic device you can scroll on tumblr on that works, clothes on your back, a roof over you head, food, (hopefully) health. A lot of people don't have that. We take way more than we think for granted. And

One day, if you ever have a Friday night where you know you're not going to do anything the next day, stay up. Stay up and watch the sunrise or wake up early to see it. It makes my mornings so much better sometimes, just to know I was lucky enough to be able to see this beautiful thing I normally sleep through. And to experience things others don't alot of the time, that let me know that everything is going to be okay in the end. (I know this is alot of somewhat 'heavy' stuff I'm sorry)

TRIGGER WARNING STARTS HERE!

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Now look, this rant isn't to offend anyone who may have it "bad". This isn't to favor people who have it "good". This isn't to insult or disrespect anyone going through anything whether it be anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts and/or failed attempts, self-harm and/or scars that bring back bad memories, relapse, social anxiety, PTSD, anorexia, bulimia, etc. Because those are all very difficult things in life as well (which I'm so proud of my followers and mutuals who may be going through these things and are staying strong). This is to touch upon something that I felt I wanted to rant about to people who won't really care about the randomness I post at 6a.m. because it won't matter eventually anyway.

TRIGGER WARNING ENDS HERE! <3

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I'm sorry this is long and crazy, I just needed to rant and this felt better than talking to myself on recording. The sun has risen a lot more now, and I should probably try to sleep soon. I love you guys. Stay strong. I support you no matter the gender, race, religion, sexuality, whatever you are, whatever you believe, I will always support you. You can get through these hard times. There's always light at the end of a tunnel, even if it's very dim. It takes the night to see the sunrise. It takes the dark times to produce a brighter future and a hurricane to form a rainbow. After this, I'm re-blogging the numbers for the hotlines such as the suicide prevention one. I love helping you all, but please. Seek professional help first before coming to this unlicensed girl on the internet who handles others problems better than her own. Thank you <3. Good night (well morning :D)

[aristidetwain]

Casual reminder that @raining13‘s Charlie Hatfield comics, drabbles, animatics and other HM parodies are officially in continuity with my Crew of the Copper-Colored Cupids work! And well worth reading besides, this is some terrifically funny stuff that Rain’s got going.

time-locked cursive-reading ability

[aristidetwain]

It all started as a mild bit of curiosity on Metebelis2.com, which, at the time I write this, offers readers the ability to generate their own Target Books novelisation cover, based on a title and an illustration uploaded by the user. 

I thought I’d create the cover to the imaginary novelisation of the notoriously memetic Peter Capaldi outro of Doctor Who YouTube channel clips. I did, putting a lot more work into it than I probably should have; and when I looked at the finished product, I had the strangest urge to actually write the novelisation. Even with a lot of padding, a novelisation of the Peter Capaldi clip would have been too short for any sort of book, so I decided to incorporate the other three variations on the same outro put out by the YouTube channel over the last few years — Tom Baker’s, Jodie Whittaker’s, and Capaldi himself’s alternative, shorter take dropping the “click below” part.

The concept of my doing this at all may be a lark, but make no mistake: this isn’t a parody. There are feelings here, and engaging with the themes of the four eras of the Doctor’s life represented by those four humble clips. Do not go in expecting joke upon joke.

Well, that’s my improbable of Doctor Who fanfiction for today.  Reblogs are much appreciated, as is feedback of any kind!

[aristidetwain]

The True Dalek Paradigm

The above mammoth is my take on codifying the “classic” Dalek hierarchy, within the Dalek Emperor’s Dalek Empire, as opposed to the later meddlings of Davros or of the New Dalek Paradigm. As always, I started from the premise that the 1960′s Dalek comics are the peak of Dalek canon, and worked backwards from there. Some notes under the cut about the big “triumvirate” of the Dalek Emperor, the Black Dalek Leader, the Red Dalek Controller.

Affectionately known in certain fandom circles as “the Boi”, the Dalek Prime is the original and ultimate Dalek Emperor. The very first Dalek ever created, he proclaims himself as their first leader both in the “Genesis of Evil” and “Genesis of the Daleks” versions of history, which takes some doing.

John Peel’s novelisation of “The Evil of the Daleks” confirms that the tower-like Emperor in that story was very much the same individual as the Golden Emperor, having moved into a large casing which allows him to monitor the affairs of the Empire more directly. The DWM previews for Big Finish’s “The Genocide Machine”, as well as the infamous novel “War of the Daleks”, show that the Emperor of the Seventh and Eighth Doctors’ eras in Big Finish’s book is still the Golden Emperor, with no clean break as the timeline slides into the War.

Ergo, the Dalek Emperor voiced identically, but in a very different casing, by Nick Briggs in Series 1 of the Welsh series is also presumably still the same Emperor, and he acts like it. He seems to be destroyed by Rose Tyler at the end of “The Parting of the Ways,” despite his protests that he “cannot die… [he is] immortal!!!…”, but it turns out there may have been something to these boasts after all, since what is obviously the very same Emperor pops up in “LEGO Dimensions” to fight the Twelfth Doctor. 

The figure of the singular Black Dalek or Supreme Dalek, dubbed Black Dalek Leader, and who acts as the Dalek Prime’s champion and his trusted second, is defined as a single individual by the Dalek Chronicles and Annuals, with John Peel’s Dalek novelisations establishing definitively that the black Supreme Dalek who appears in “The Daleks’ Master Plan” and is mentioned in other 1960′s stories is also this individual. In the comics, he was drawn with the colour scheme of the Black Dalek who was in charge of the Dalek City in “Dr. Who and the Daleks”, and it’s honestly a no-brainer that this was the same individual.

Perhaps more controversial is the idea that he was also the Supreme Dalek during the Imperial-Renegade Civil War — but firstly, I see no good reason to assume the singular black Supremes of Resurrection of the Daleks and Remembrance of the Daleks to be different individuals, and secondly, I take it as read that the Black Dalek survived his death on Kembel. So what we’re left with is, the Renegade side of the War, known for being loyal to the Dalek Prime instead of Davros, is led by a singular Black Dalek figure known as the Supreme Dalek. The conclusions are obvious.

See also how Missy in The Witch’s Familiar asks if it’s “still the same old Supreme Dalek these days” in the Post-War era, if you want (circumstantial) evidence that the Black Dalek Leader is still around.

You’ll also note that I assume the Red Daleks who can be seen by the Dalek Prime and Black Dalek’s side in “The Terrorkon Harvest”, “Return of the Elders” and “Shadow of Humanity” were all the same Dalek as the “H.Q.” Red Dalek seen in “Eve of War,” and that this Dalek, dubbed the Red Dalek Leader or Red Dalek Controller, in “Eve of War,” is depicted identically to the Black Dalek Leader’s second-in-command in “Dr. Who and the Daleks”. 

There is no particular evidence for my idea that the Red Supreme Dalek of the Dalek City seen in “The Magician’s Familiar” was also the same guy post-Time-War. It’s just fun to imagine that just like the Emperor and the Black Dalek, he eventually reemerges post-Time-War in the resurrected Skaro of Series 9, and returns to his old Cushing-era job of being in charge of the Dalek City. 

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

See. You can still hate Redbubble for this though.

Because they're removing Loki stuff unprompted, but you still get shit like this.

Intellectual property of Tamora Pierce, and I know her team has been fighting Redbubble on this for a while.

Redbubble will go out of their way to protect Disney for a non-threat, but the little guy isn't granted the same protections.

(That's from searching "Tortall" which is very the name of the fictional location half of her books are in. The names are the names of main characters in those books. The artwork is the shields of those characters. I see some other stuff by the same seller from her "Circle of Magic" series that's pretty much the same, but finding keywords to get those is harder for obvious reasons. )

By all means, be mad at Redbubble. Just be v sure you're mad FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.

This theft of intellectual property on Rebubble thing has been the biggest pain in my ass when trying to run a fan page for Tamora Pierce because people keep wanting to promote this shit. (Can't hate Tammy's staff for approaching us about it. We just want to show our love for our favorite author, and supporting unlicensed use of her content is not that).

-fae

Disney has trademarked the names of a bunch of Norse gods.

This is not okay.

These gods do not belong to Disney. They do not belong to Marvel. They belong to themselves and themselves alone, along with all those who worship them as the deities they are.

Thor, Loki, Odin, etc., these gods were not thought up by anyone at Disney or Marvel.

Stan Lee knew how sacred these gods are to those who follow many different Pagan traditions, how sacred they are to Scandinavian cultures to whom they are so important.

My best friend follows the Norse gods. She will be so bloody offended when she finds out about this. These are her gods, this is her religion. These are the deities she worships, the gods she prays to, the traditions she follows. She enjoys the Marvel portrayals of these characters, but they are separate from the gods she believes in.

Disney is stepping on her religion in an effort to gain more and more money.

Stan Lee did not trademark these names. He understood their importance and their sacred meaning. He was respectful enough not to do this.

These names are not the intellectual property of anyone. Neither the original names in runes nor the anglicised names that are used in Marvel’s works.

They were around well before us (a whole ass millennium before us), and they will be around well after the greedy bastards who have decided to trademark religious symbols are dust.

It should be common sense and common courtesy not to trademark the names of religious figures, which all of these gods and goddesses are, even if you do not believe in them.

mod is not christian but you would never see me trademark jesus ffs it crosses a Line

If you agree, please sign and share the petition. If you can, please chip in to get this petition everywhere it can possibly go.

It is f**king disgusting that Disney is doing this.

It needs to stop.

Oh, and one more thing.

FUCK DISNEY.

i want to throw up ive included a bunch of tags trying to get the norse pagans attention bc im sure they’ll want in on this if u have an in with the norse paganism community on tumblr pls do tag everyone u can

im wondering now if they’ve done this to the greek gods too ughh that would show even more of a disregard for other people’s religious views and past people’s religious views ughhhh ok imma go look at the toilet bowl for a bit 😅pls sign it’d mean the world to me