Song Meme

nightmares06 asked:

Nate Sullivan :3

Based on this song-shuffle meme

So…I have a lot of soundtracks in my library, especially from tv shows and movies I love. I can’t help it, I’m a music nerd.

The first song that came up in the shuffle was “There’s That Smile”, a song from the Series 8 soundtrack from Doctor Who, and somehow I felt that it was incredibly appropriate for Nate. It’s incredibly romantic, but just a touch off-kilter to let you know that things aren’t quite normal. It tricks you into thinking it’s a waltz when it’s not, and there’s an underlying touch of danger that I feel could be implicit of his connection to Stan, whose life is full of it. This was definitely a surprising find!

Fun fact 1: I did check and the next two songs after this one in the shuffle were love-related xD

Fun fact 2: for any music theory nerds, I think this song is in 8/8 time. Idk i get really excited about music theory xD

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Song Meme

torchmlp asked:

Stan Baker

Based on this song-shuffle ask meme

This miiiiiight be a bit of a cop out but it really was the first, most appropriate song that came up!

I ended up on “Lestrade – The Movie” from the BBC Sherlock soundtrack. It’s dramatic and the perfect background music to Stan’s action-packed life!

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Song Meme

nightmares06 asked:

Stan Baker!

Have I mentioned how much I love this meme? cuz I really really do

Only two songs into the shuffle and I ended up on “No Way” by Darren Criss from A Very Potter Sequel. It’s a high-energy group number between Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, full of determination to fight the battle and win it. I imagine this is the attitude Stan has going into a mission.

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I recently pointed out how in certain ways my borrower OC Zepheera and the 13th Doctor are quite alike, in (relative) height, looks, and choice in wardrobe.

This was inevitable. The Doctor is fascinated as always. Zepheera’s certainly having fun.

Art by the lovely @ghostquack who did amazing work as always, bringing my silly shenanigans to life!

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G/T Prompts Day 4

 4. Movie Music – Zepheera and Orrick enjoy a rare night to themselves.

I know i’m kind of cheating because Reasons. I couldn’t pick any one movie, and I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, fight me.

AU: BTaS


“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Zepheera sighed as she watched Orrick fiddle with the dial of a radio taller than the both of them.

“I’m telling you,” he called over the muddled chatter of the rapidly shifting channels, “the humans all left with suitcases earlier. I doubt they’ll be back any time tonight.”

He gave a triumphant laugh when he found a station that excited him. A lively band played a jumpy tune that completely distracted Zepheera from her previous qualms.

Then Orrick took her hands and tugged her toward the open space in front of the radio, and they came flooding back. “I-I don’t really dance,” she warned.

Orrick’s smile softened his bright blue eyes and instantly Zepheera felt her worries melt away. “Don’t worry. Just follow my lead.”

Zepheera was still uncertain and a little stiff for the first song or two, but it was impossible to deny Orrick’s enthusiasm. He spun her around a few times and led her through a few social dances she’d never had the chance to see before.

Just when she was really starting to enjoy herself, the song changed. Rather than a brass band, this one started off slow and simple with strings and a lone flute. The melody wafted in, and Zepheera found that she recognized it. A distant memory from when she was twelve came roaring back. There was a play on the radio, and she distantly remembered this song being played in the part of it that she got to listen to through the walls. That had been about a decade ago…

Orrick startled her out of her reverie by taking her hand. He gently pulled her closer and placed her hand on his shoulder. His found her waist and free hand, and he quietly told her which foot to move in time with the music.

“Where’d you learn to dance like this?” asked Zepheera, now that things had quieted down.

Orrick grinned his most charming grin. “The old beans back home were dancers. My sisters couldn’t resist watching, and always wanted me to be their partner. Sort of had to learn, and obviously I never forgot.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Zepheera smiled, deep violet eyes shining.

As the song played on, the melody passing from violins to a crooning horn, Orrick continued to guide Zepheera through the waltz. She gradually loosened up and became comfortable enough with the steps that she could look up into Orrick’s eyes rather than her feet. They hardly seemed to pay the world any mind when the soft, tremulous voice of a woman joined the orchestra.

Someday I’ll find you / Moonlight behind you / True to the dream I am dreaming…

Zepheera and Orrick’s waltz slowed, and he wrapped an arm to coax her closer as they made this decision in tandem.

As I draw near you, you’ll smile a little smile…

The borrowers held each other as their dance shifted into a swaying embrace. “I loved this song as a kid,” Zepheera sighed, resting her head on Orrick’s chest. His heartbeat soothed her.

For a little while / We shall stand / Hand in hand…

“It could be ours,” Orrick suggested, lacing his fingers between hers. “We’ll borrow it, you and me…”

I’ll leave you never / Love you forever / All our past sorrow redeeming…

Zepheera’s eyes fluttered shut, a tear trickling down her cheek as Orrick and the singer’s words sank in. “I’d like that.”

Make it all come true / Make me love you too / Someday I’ll find you again…



Zepheera and Orrick’s song: “Someday I’ll Find You” by Noel Coward

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Inktober 2018 Day 7

7. Kigurumi – The Doctor gets excited.

So…I fell behind. School stuff, mostly. I’ll catch up, I promise, but today DOCTOR WHO CAME BACK! I had to watch it, and I’m so excited for this season and for the 13th Doctor. I had a feeling I’d have to do something with her today. I’m glad it fit so well.

No spoilers for the new episode ahead.


Zepheera sat on a railing outside one of the TARDIS’ many dressing rooms in one of its many wardrobes, waiting for the Doctor to re-emerge. She had no idea why the Doctor was on the lookout for another outfit. There wasn’t anything wrong with the one she had, and besides that, Zepheera could recall the Doctors she’d known had only worn one or two.

Back before he became a she.

An exclamation of delight tugged the borrower out of her thoughts, and Zepheera perked up when the Doctor’s shape returned in the doorway.

It was a very odd shape indeed, and a far cry from the last outfit the Doctor picked. It didn’t seem to have much shape at all, as baggy as the soft material was.

“No,” Zepheera said flatly, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at the sight of the Doctor’s excited grin melting away.

“What? What’s wrong with it?” The Doctor tugged at the plush material, as if to show off how baggy it truly was.

“What is it even supposed to be?”

“Camouflage!” With a bright smile, the Doctor reached back and flipped up the hood that Zepheera hadn’t realized was there. Attached to the top was enough fabric to give it the impression that it was mimicking the appearance of an animal, including a slight protruding snout with felt teeth sticking out. “I’m a big bad wolf!” she announced proudly.

Zepheera frowned and supposed that explained the big white patch all down the Doctor’s front that she could only now assume was meant to represent underbelly fur. “The only place you’d blend in in that is a slumber party.”

The Doctor pouted, first in defeat and then in consideration. “Well, I like it, I’m keeping it on the back burner.” With that, she flipped back the hood and vanished once more in a flash of static-y blonde hair.

“You’re not wearing that out in public!” Zepheera called after her.


In case you’re wondering, here’s the inspiration for this new outfit of the Doctor’s.

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Prompt: Doing What You Love

nightmares06 asked:

“At least you’ll die doing what you love; Walking into danger.”

Finally getting around to this lol

From this list of dialogue prompts. Feel free to send in more!


What just happened?

That thought swirled on repeat in Stan Baker’s head as he returned to his flat, a place small enough for the 21 year old to afford on his own humble salary. He leaned against the door after it shut, stunned.

“Rough day?”

Deep green eyes widened and darted to the side. Sitting idly on the hooks on the wall meant to hold keys or coats, hooks Stan rarely used for such things, was a tiny woman no taller than a finger.

After a moment of staring, Stan let out a huff of a sigh that ruffled the woman’s short hair. He recognized her. Hard not to, she hadn’t changed a bit since the last time he saw her.

“Don’t people normally outgrow their imaginary friends?” he asked dryly.

She shrugged. “Suppose so. I always did think we had a special something, though.”

He shot her a flat look. “Well, thanks for dropping by, Tinkerbell, but I’ve grown up.”

“Zepheera,” she corrected, pushing herself up to stand balanced on the metal hook, hands on her hops. “Bit childish to resort to name-calling, don’t ya think?”

Again Stan huffed. “I don’t need to listen to this. You’re not even real.”

A moment passed between them.

“Well?” Zepheera prodded. “You’ve got long legs. Go ahead and leave if you don’t want me around.”

Stan’s brow furrowed, but he couldn’t look Zepheera in the eye. When he still didn’t make a move to leave, he sighed.

“Not a rough day,” he admitted, answering her initial question. “Just…kind of a weird one.”

At last he met her much smaller gaze, tiny pinpricks of violet that once had Stan convinced she was a faerie of some kind. With those eyes as kind as ever, Zepheera offered a small smile. “I’m up for tea if you wanna chat about it.”

Stan couldn’t refuse.


As always, Zepheera was a good listener. She sipped her tea evenly (from a cup Stan could swear she materialized out of thin air, unless she simply carried it around all the time in her tiny rucksack) and waited patiently for the end of Stan’s story.

“Sounds like you’ve got a new job lined up,” she commented.

“I haven’t accepted the offer yet,” Stan reminded her.

“And why not?”

Stan ran a hand through his hair.“Because… It’s a big decision. Punching out the occasional creep on the street is one thing, but this… If I make good here, I’ll be dealing with serious criminals. Terrorists, too. I could die.

The words hung heavy in the air for a few breaths, a solemn silence broken after Zepheera finished off the last dregs of her tea and got to her feet.

“Well,” she sighed, making her way slowly closer to Stan as she stowed her cup away, “the Stan Baker I know never could sit back while bullies were running rampant.”

Stan chuckled and found his chin lowering onto his folded arms the closer Zepheera came.

With a smile, she gave a small shrug. “And, not saying you will, but if things do get hairy out there, at least you’ll die doing what you love. Walking into danger.”

Stan blinked at Zepheera’s phrasing, feeling hope creep up on him. Then he heaved a world-weary breath, slumping his shoulders and burying his face in his arms.

A feather-light touch patted against one of his knuckles, and from that same direction Zepheera said, “See ya ‘round, Baker. Do what you think is right.”

The next time Stan looked up, Zepheera had vanished. Just like she always did.

“Don’t think I won’t,” he grinned.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I love your blog! I know its been a long time, but will you ever finish your stories? Just wondering?

Thank you so much! I’m glad you like my stuff!

I honestly hope I will get around to finishing my stories, as well as answering prompts and generally being more active. Life is just really hectic right now and I’m super busy to the point that I barely have the time or energy to write with my cowriter friends whom I love writing with and am so thankful for their patience with me!

I’ve also toyed around with the idea of rewriting the beginning of BTaS since I started it when I was younger and I feel like I’ve grown as a writer since then. I feel like it was more about getting all this information out about my character (Zepheera is and always be my bby) and trying to make her super interesting by giving her crazy qualities without putting much thought into her personality. Thanks to this blog I’ve had more opportunities to think about who she is as a person and putting ‘why’s to her actions, and I also want to make the relationships with whatever Doctor she’s with clear and natural.

By the way WHO’S EXCITED FOR JODIE WHITTAKER?? I can’t wait to see her interpretation of the character!!

tl;dr I do still feel passionately about my older stories and I hope to kick up activity on this blog after I graduate (in less than a year! Dunno whether to be Woot! or Yike! about it lol).

Commissioned Art

1. What is the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

I give him three days, tops, and that’s generous. He’s a very action-oriented person, always needs to busy himself somehow. Poor Nathan would have a very anxious Stan bugging him for something to do, he’s fallen down too many YouTube rabbit holes and is going a little nuts.

Poor Stan has been cooped up for too long. Long enough to apparently pick up the ukulele.

Lots of love and thanks to @ghostquack for bringing this to life! Inspiration for this lil bit of silliness comes originally from this vine and a conversation with @neonthewrite.

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anonymous asked:

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!!!! 😉 How did Stan Baker and Nathan Sullivan first meet each other? They seem like a really sweet couple.

Thank you for asking! They are indeed a cute pair.

The first time they met, Stan saved Nathan’s life. Nate’s workplace was in danger, and Stan was one of several agents assigned to counter the attack. Sort of an unforgettable encounter, for the both of them.

A while later, Nathan happened to spot Stan at a local coffee shop on a day off, and decided he wouldn’t let him slip away before he could say thanks this time.