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WHOA! HOW DID THIS GET HERE!?!

My three moods right now:

Writing Metroid and Doctor Who weight gain fanfiction

Planning a cyberpunk short story where the main character is killed off in the first paragraph by having her head obliterated (fleshy pulp and broken plastic)

Finding this absolutely hilarious:

Boosting! Three days left to submit prompts (14/10/25).

Boosting this post! Four days left to submit prompts (14/10/25)!

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Curious about what characters you can use in a prompt?

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Snippets and previews of stuff I've either finished at this point or in the middle of writing.

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Doctor Who – A Bloody End – (Body Horror, Inflation, Blood) – Preview – 14/? Summary: Sometimes you go out with a bang. Sometimes you go out with a whimper. For the Doctor and Yasmin Khan it'll be both. It was a game to play before the final feast. The fear and arousal, none could explain, gifted the flesh and blood of their prey an enriched flavour and potency. The difference was always obvious but impossible to describe, there were no words vampire kind could use to convey the change it brought. The feeling was obvious, however. Of the nights like this that went on and on and on, gifted to them by the most ancient and forgotten of their kind, the star of their world engineered to absorb not emit light, the coven celebrated Ie who had done the deed and brought back together the pair now the reason for this feast. Yaz had been the prey, having escaped into the deepest and half-remembered depths of the castle where time and space grew wonky and broken, which was as much as Ie understood it. Ie wasn't a thinker among the coven, she was tracker, the wolf who stalked the prey and brought it back for the rest to play with and feast on. Ie had spent that time watching Yaz from the shadows for perhaps a week, perhaps a day, perhaps a month, maybe less, maybe longer, before capturing her with ease. All the time spent wandering and hiding, lost and alone, ended in a flash for Yasmin Khan who could do nothing but flail weakly against the inevitable.

Sometimes you go out with a bang. Sometimes you go out with a whimper. For the Doctor and Yasmin Khan it'll be both.

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Snippets and previews of stuff I've either finished at this point or in the middle of writing.

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#doctorwho #fanfiction #weightgain #WIP #Preview #Incomplete

Hey! Who put this here?!

If you were going to describe the smell, the stench, of the place, it would be unpleasant and sickly, ill-defined and putrid to an insane degree, always catching at the back of throat and no matter where you might go, no matter how much the ventilation system tried to scrub as much of it out of the air, it hung thickly and drenched itself into everything. Clean clothes? Soft to the skin? The stench clung to it with an impossibly tight grip. People would grow used to it. Spend years there and anyone could claim “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it” but very few would spend enough time there to say so truthly. Reassignments came and went as quickly as the applications were submitted. Anywhere but Here had become the name for outward bound paperwork of that nature, no one wanted this, no one could stand breath rising from the depths of Reclamation Centre C, lost to the underworld of Dartmoor’s roaming hills as the sore thumb in the history of lost prosperity. Sayonara to the white heat of technology and hello to budget cuts, outsourcing and privatisation. To stare upon the face of the Cybermen should induce a clawing fear, the urge to run and hope that, if they caught you, the process would be quick and painless. This unit, dumped onto a reinforced trolley meant for coffins, laid stupidly, limbs hanging off from the edge, armour coated in muk, mold, rust and dents. It’s once pristine body reduced to a glorified mannequin, piping missing from one side of its head, now twisted back to what might have been a painful degree when it happened but now just lifeless. If it were active and capable of feeling anything, even a smidgen of its old humanity, it would be the lack of dignity. To end up here, buried beneath decades of invasions and schemes to end without success and abandoned, was a searing nightmare of unending wakefulness.

Another oldie I wrote and posted back in 2020.

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-Clare Rossum - loves 'em big (top left) -Velera - either kiss her ass or she'll sit on you (top middle) -Jenevee III - big however you please (top right) -Keriva - she can't wait to see some butts (bottom left) -Tegra Dyvine - she's here to spread good vibes and also bench press you (bottom middle) -Fletcher - beer bellied stallion who investigates the mundane and supernatural - oh no, all those supernatural cases keep leading into sexy, kink fuelled escapades (bottom right) Art by @sapphicbump.bsky.social (Clare Rossum, Velera, Jenevee III, Keriva, Tegra Dyvine) and @noegenhed.art - bluesky (Fletcher)

OCs:

-Tawna(s) (centre - right) -Dingodile (left)

Crash Bandicoot:

-Samus Aran (left) -Gandrayda (right)

Metroid:

-Kei (right) -Yuri (left)

Dirty Pair:

-Berakka Dogbolter (top left) -Bernice Summerfield (top middle) -Frobisher (top right) -Sandola Dell (middle left) -Sixth Corsair (middle middle) -Sutekh - Modern Who (middle right) -Brimo (bottom left) -The Rani - Nelvana (bottom middle) -Yaz!Master - (bottom right) -13th Doctor (not pictured) -Yasmin Khan (not pictured) Art by @blackredtac.bsky.social (Yaz!Master)

Doctor Who:

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Celebration Post for Reaching 25 Deviations (Open) by RedMenaceH on DeviantArt

Doing a celebratory thing over on DevianrtArt for hitting a milestone (twenty-five posts). You comment with a prompt on the post and I pick one or more to write.

You leave 'em, I pick 'em, I write a fanfic based on 'em.

Doctor Who - Metroid The intermittent beep seeped its way into the dream she shouldn’t have been having. Echoing through caves on a planet which no longer existed. Catching the attention of an explorer who might’ve been. “Grey Voice?” She found herself asking with the wistfulness of exhaustion, barely above a whisper. “Old Bird?” “Um, it’s the Doctor, unfortunately.” That’s how the dream ended, kicked away with a rush of instincts and training, getting her head straight and body alert. No more caves. No more solitude. Why was it so bright? Why was there a beeping? Why was there a doctor? What happened? Destination. Space Pirates. Damage. Crash. Injured. Dying. Beacon. Cryosleep. Beacon? Beacon! Head cluttered, hand raised grabbing onto the doctor’s wrist, vision clearing and making out a head of jaw-length blonde hair, pierced left ear and a smile, animated even as it held itself in place. Why were they smiling? They were being attacked by a galactic bounty hunter? How would anyone stay smiling with a cast iron grip threatening to break their wrist? “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. It’s okay. I’m the Doctor. Found your ship,” she began, without a hint of registering the hold on her wrist. “Caught onto your beacon, in fact, lucky that. Might’ve missed you entirely if we hadn’t stopped off for repairs. It’s okay. Now-” she raised her free hand, showing it to be completely bare besides the looseness of her silver coat’s sleeve, dropping down to reveal a lanky arm “-you’ve got nothin’ to worry about with these fiddly digits, but if it’s fine with you, I’ll step right back to give you room and we can start fresh and proper. Okay?” There was something almost comical to that. The smile. The offer. The pleasantness. The room. Medical bay. She was in a medical bay. Nothing fancy, but letting herself stare past her captor/host told her enough. That would explain its brightness. Artificial. Lowlight. Ship. Visor. Where were they when she needed them most?

This is an oldie but a goodie I wrote and posted years ago (2020) on Ao3. Decided to post it to DA and Tumblr today.

It's a Doctor Who - Metroid crossover.

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#doctorwho #metroid #fanfiction #crossover

Celebration Post for Reaching 25 Deviations (Open) by RedMenaceH on DeviantArt

Doing a celebratory thing over on DevianrtArt for hitting a milestone (twenty-five posts). You comment with a prompt on the post and I pick one or more to write.

You leave 'em, I pick 'em, I write a fanfic based on 'em.

Doctor Who – Compilation – 6.1 to 13 Page 2 – Fat to Fit to Fatter to – Chapter 1 (WG, Slob) – 6.1/13 Page 29 – It's Going to Stop (Fatal Bursting) – 8.5/13 page 32 – Small Tweak, Fat Surprise for Two (WG) – 11/13 Page 39 – Broken In (Maids, Mind Manipulation) – 12/13 Page 56 – Tipsy (Inflation, Maids) – 13/13 Summaries: 6.1/13: The Doctor and Yaz haven’t been quite the same since the Kaloraians held a feast in their honour. They’ve gotten out of shape. They’ve picked up a few bad eating habits. They’ve gotten F-A-T fat. Might spending a few weeks at one of the universe’s premier fitness, health and well-being retreats be the answer to their problems? Fat chance. 8.5/13: The Rani’s research into breeding slime capable of absorbing and storing ambient energy is going to have explosive results. For her. 11/13: Interest is due on the Rani’s gargantuan debt and only the Master is around to pay the price with her own waistline. 12/13: Berakka Dogbolter knows how to break in staff good and hard, especially when she can humiliate and dominate them in the process. 13/13: Berakka Dogbolter invites the Doctor to a private meal, just the two of them, no one else, no schemes, no foul intentions, no misdirections, all for a simple little catch-up. Nothing else. So Berakka Dogbolter claims.

Five more Doctor Who fanfics compiled into an easy to navigate PDF for people to download and read at their offline leisure.

Fanfics based on prompts will be posted as a separate PDF.

Fat to Fit to Fatter to when finished will get its own PDF.

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A pregnant Samus Aran is protecting the 13th Doctor from falling wreckage. The Doctor is holding her Sonic Screwdriver and is blushing being so close to Samus' bump.

A pregnant Samus Aran is waiting for the 13th Doctor to give her an answer to the cause of this pregnancy. The Doctor, again blushing, is pointing her Sonic Screwdriver at the bump, trying to figure it out.

The 13th Doctor is explaining something to Samus Aran. They knee deep in water on a swamp planet. The TARDIS is in the background on the left side, its windows and light on its roofing glowing in the haze of the fog.

The 13th Doctor is stretching and yawning while Samus Aran is poised for possible danger with her power cannon activated. Samus is is dressed in stylish clothes and the Doctor's coat is draped over her shoulders. The edge of the TARDIS doors can be seen on the left of the artwork.

The 13th Doctor is in the background, she is holding junk with one hand and typing away on a monitor protruding from the console of the TARDIS. Samus Aran is sitting in the foreground, sipping from a drink, thoughtfully watching the Doctor.

The 13th Doctor is explaining to Samus Aran the effects pears can have on her. There is a speech bubble above the Doctor containing a pear with a bite taken out of it. Samus Aran, wearing a bomber jacket, is confused by how one bite of a peer could result in such noticeable bump, as shown by the number of speech bubbles containing question marks there.

🎨 by @sapphicbump.bsky.social

Crash Course lead me to commissioning the very wonderful and talented SapphicBump for artwork based on the team-up/crossover a few years ago.

Doctor Who - Metroid The intermittent beep seeped its way into the dream she shouldn’t have been having. Echoing through caves on a planet which no longer existed. Catching the attention of an explorer who might’ve been. “Grey Voice?” She found herself asking with the wistfulness of exhaustion, barely above a whisper. “Old Bird?” “Um, it’s the Doctor, unfortunately.” That’s how the dream ended, kicked away with a rush of instincts and training, getting her head straight and body alert. No more caves. No more solitude. Why was it so bright? Why was there a beeping? Why was there a doctor? What happened? Destination. Space Pirates. Damage. Crash. Injured. Dying. Beacon. Cryosleep. Beacon? Beacon! Head cluttered, hand raised grabbing onto the doctor’s wrist, vision clearing and making out a head of jaw-length blonde hair, pierced left ear and a smile, animated even as it held itself in place. Why were they smiling? They were being attacked by a galactic bounty hunter? How would anyone stay smiling with a cast iron grip threatening to break their wrist? “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. It’s okay. I’m the Doctor. Found your ship,” she began, without a hint of registering the hold on her wrist. “Caught onto your beacon, in fact, lucky that. Might’ve missed you entirely if we hadn’t stopped off for repairs. It’s okay. Now-” she raised her free hand, showing it to be completely bare besides the looseness of her silver coat’s sleeve, dropping down to reveal a lanky arm “-you’ve got nothin’ to worry about with these fiddly digits, but if it’s fine with you, I’ll step right back to give you room and we can start fresh and proper. Okay?” There was something almost comical to that. The smile. The offer. The pleasantness. The room. Medical bay. She was in a medical bay. Nothing fancy, but letting herself stare past her captor/host told her enough. That would explain its brightness. Artificial. Lowlight. Ship. Visor. Where were they when she needed them most?

This is an oldie but a goodie I wrote and posted years ago (2020) on Ao3. Decided to post it to DA and Tumblr today.

It's a Doctor Who - Metroid crossover.

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#doctorwho #metroid #fanfiction #crossover

Doctor Who – Compilation – 6.1 to 13 Page 2 – Fat to Fit to Fatter to – Chapter 1 (WG, Slob) – 6.1/13 Page 29 – It's Going to Stop (Fatal Bursting) – 8.5/13 page 32 – Small Tweak, Fat Surprise for Two (WG) – 11/13 Page 39 – Broken In (Maids, Mind Manipulation) – 12/13 Page 56 – Tipsy (Inflation, Maids) – 13/13 Summaries: 6.1/13: The Doctor and Yaz haven’t been quite the same since the Kaloraians held a feast in their honour. They’ve gotten out of shape. They’ve picked up a few bad eating habits. They’ve gotten F-A-T fat. Might spending a few weeks at one of the universe’s premier fitness, health and well-being retreats be the answer to their problems? Fat chance. 8.5/13: The Rani’s research into breeding slime capable of absorbing and storing ambient energy is going to have explosive results. For her. 11/13: Interest is due on the Rani’s gargantuan debt and only the Master is around to pay the price with her own waistline. 12/13: Berakka Dogbolter knows how to break in staff good and hard, especially when she can humiliate and dominate them in the process. 13/13: Berakka Dogbolter invites the Doctor to a private meal, just the two of them, no one else, no schemes, no foul intentions, no misdirections, all for a simple little catch-up. Nothing else. So Berakka Dogbolter claims.

Five more Doctor Who fanfics compiled into an easy to navigate PDF for people to download and read at their offline leisure.

Fanfics based on prompts will be posted as a separate PDF.

Fat to Fit to Fatter to when finished will get its own PDF.

DeviantArt: tinyurl.com/mrxu4stu

Doctor Who – Tipsy – (Mind Break, Inflation, Maids) – Preview – 13/? Summary: Berakka Dogbolter invites the Doctor to a private meal, just the two of them, no one else, no schemes, no foul intentions, no misdirections, all for a simple little catch-up. Nothing else. So Berakka Dogbolter claims. The neon lights of the cityscape were like seeing the stars of the night sky reflected in a fun house mirror. A warm, gentle breeze blew through the garden found on the uppermost floor (500) of Intra-Venus Corporation's HQ to provide such a view. It, the garden, was illuminated by powerful searchlights and with most currently pointed at a table where seven maids, one machine, one owner of a multi-system corporation and one wanderer of eternity could be seen. A single snap of her fingers was all Berakka needed to command her team of French dressed maids to prepare the table for the evening's little meal she would be sharing with her guest of honour. Sandola Dell stood at Berakka's side in silence. Sitting opposite Berakka at the table, the Doctor watched unimpressed, seeming to regard this display of control with barely contained suspicion and loathing. In five minutes the table went from bare and unremarkable to filled with an enormity of delicacies from across the known galaxy. Berakka smiled politely, all teeth. "Does anything take your fancy, Doctor? Literature documenting the culinary culture of Gallifrey are, unfortunately, impossible to find. I hope this selection will do. You are, after all, known for your travels through time and space."

Berakka Dogbolter invites the Doctor to a private meal, just the two of them, no one else, no schemes, all for a simple little catch-up. Nothing else.

So Berakka claims.

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