It is my pleasure to bring to you…the 2016 Doctor Who Secret Santa Gift Exchange!
What is it? An anonymous fanworks exchange (fic, art, gifs and more) done Secret Santa style, where you create an original fanwork for someone and receive one in return! It will cover all of Doctor Who (classic, new and extended universe), including all characters, pairings, and ratings.
How do I sign up?
Reblog this post! (Spread the word! The more the merrier!)
Fill out this form. Much the same as last year, and hopefully flexible enough to cater to any tastes.
Sign ups will be open until October 31st, 2016 - you can sign up for any type of fanwork, era, genre, pairings or characters you want to - and, of course, you can specify which you want to receive in turn. You will receive the prompts for your recipient within a week after signups close.
Please post your fanworks from the 1st December through to Christmas, and tag them with BOTH #dwsecretsanta and the name of the recipient, so it can be reblogged here here and so the recipient can see it and love it and reblog it too. Alternatively, you can submit them to dwsecretsanta.
Any questions about the exchange or the form? Message me! (Instant messaging preferred, so I can keep track of sent/received messages more easily.)
Rose and Shireen and confessions and chips; a li’l ace!fem!Ten/ace!Rose for DW Femslash Week! Mostly all ages (maybe light teen for language/discussion topics). Tooth-rotting fluff. Sorry for your dental bills.
Inspired by a prompt from @mariechambers (thank you dahling!!!! <3), and written for my fellow tumblrer who said they wished they’d seen more of girl-talk Rose during the series (I’m so sorry I can’t remember who posted that!); also fills the @timepetalsprompts femslash prompt! THIS FIC DOES ALL THE THINGS
“So what’s it like, then?” Shireen asks. “If there’s no sex?”
Laughing (and blushing only the tiniest bit), Rose glances
all around the chippie like something in there will jump to her aid. “Not everything’s
about sex, mate,” she says in lieu of a proper response, but Shireen imagines
it’s the best that she can come up with on such short notice.
Still. Shireen quirks an eyebrow at her in disbelief.
Rose ducks her head, apparently fascinated by the basket of
ships in front of her, by the vinegar pooling at the bottom of the wax-paper. “It
isn’t like that, anyway. With her and me. She’s made it pretty clear that she
isn’t into that sort of thing. Honestly, though, it’s sort of…nice,” she
admits (to the chips, not to Shireen). “I dunno. It takes the pressure off.”
“Think I’d rather put the pressure on,” Shireen says, clicking her tongue suggestively.
“I know you would,” Rose teases. “But…”
She worries her lip between her teeth. “I sort of…wouldn’t,”
“What do you mean?”
Sighing, Rose directs her attention back to the chips, eying
them warily like they might start judging her at any moment. “I don’t know. It’s
like…I guess it feels good? I didn’t hate it. And Mickey was loads better than
“Prince Charles’ withered left testicle would be a better
shag than Jimmy. And if you’re wondering if I’m saying I’d rather shag Prince
Charles, the answer is honestly, maybe.”
“—but do you ever get the feeling that you’re only doing
that stuff cos other people want you to?”