Life Update

I FINALLY graduated college!

I’m settling into adult life now, but I’m hopeful that writing and content creating  can resume without such huge hiatuses like these past four years.

Tomorrow I’ll be belatedly posting a few of those generated shitposts from April Fool’s day (I saved a bunch of the funny ones with the intention to post them and then whoops never did) and this week I’ll answer a few asks that came in ages ago. Wish me luck on the writing!

Thanks to everyone for your patience with me these last four years! I’m free!!!

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Inktober 2018 Day 3

3. Theft – Accusations are made

Still catching up, and still loving series 11 so far! ^^

More 13th Doctor shenanigans


“You’ve totally copied me!”

“I’ve done no such thing!” asserted the newly regenerated Doctor, putting her hands on her hops in an unintentional mimic of her inches-tall companion. She’d started off so excited to be able to see and interact with Zepheera at the borrower’s own scale, until accusations were flung.

With a flat look, Zepheera placed a hand flat on the top of her head and traced a straight line from it to the Doctor’s. Before, whenever Zepheera was ever the same size as previous incarnations of the Time Lord, he’d always ended up a bit taller than Zepheera. This time they were dead even.

The Doctor scoffed. “That’s hardly my f–!”

Zepheera lowered her hand to pinch a short blonde lock between her fingers. The length and style of the Doctor’s new hair wasn’t too different from Zepheera’s other than in color.

The Doctor frowned but batted at Zepheera’s hand. “Coincidence!” she maintained. “Regeneration’s a lottery…”

“You can at least admit to the shirt and the boots, Doctor!” Zepheera gestured to the Doctor’s wardrobe, which she picked out herself and couldn’t possibly blame on the regeneration.

The Doctor opened her mouth to argue, then looked down at herself. Despite Zepheera’s t-shirt and boots being hand made by either herself or others her size and thus being much simpler in design, the Doctor couldn’t deny they were quite similar.

“Well you make it sound like stealing!” she protested, pouting when Zepheera rolled her violet eyes with a chuckle.


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Anonymous message

anonymous asked:

Hi, I’ve read your stories several times over the years over at AO3, don’t have a tumblr myself but saw that you did… and now that I’ve found it, it’s like whoa extra/bonus content city! 😀 I am living. Thanks for all the great reads, you are very creative, have a great day/night!!

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Thank you so much for this lovely message! It brightened my morning ^w^

I’ve certainly been updating this blog more than I have my stories on AO3, which I hope will change in the future when I start writing BTaS again. I’m glad that people are still sticking with my stories and enjoying the semi-random content here. Here’s to more to come!

Inktober 2018 Day 2

2. Protect

AU: BTaS


The entire bridge shook like it belonged in a
snow globe. Few people maintained their footing as something collided with the
ship and sent it plummeting toward the planet below. The Doctor was not one of
those people.

Sprawled across the trembling floor, he took a
split second to take stock. Though he’d landed hard, he hadn’t sustained any
notable physical injuries.

That wasn’t his main concern.

“Doctor!”

His four inch tall companion, who was perched
on his shoulder before the crash, had been thrown several feet away in the
impact. What was worse, the deepening angle of the falling ship created a slope
that dragged her woefully light body along the smooth floor.

“Zepheera!” Lunging forward, the
Doctor threw his hand out, stretching himself across the floor to close the
distance.

His hand curled protectively as Zepheera slid
into it. Immediately he felt her give him her miniscule weight, the fluttering
of her tiny hands searching for purchase.

The ship lurched again, sending more people
tumbling. The Doctor’s other hand cupped around the first, and right then the
metal of the ceiling groaned.

The Doctor folded himself over his hands to
shield Zepheera as the ceiling came crashing down.


Starting to catch up on these ^^

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Inktober 2018 Day 1

1. Discovery – Something amazing happens to Stan Baker.

AU: ???

Trigger Warning: Mentions of bullying and physical/emotional violence


Stan was in a heavy mood when he returned home.

His dragging footsteps were heavy, his bedroom door banged heavily as it shut, his backpack dropping to the floor and the way Stan tossed himself into bed were both almost as heavy as his heart.

At thirteen years old, he’d long since gotten used to bullies. He could hardly recall a time in his educational career that he hadn’t been picked on for one reason or another. He was small for his age, slim as a twig, and his pale complexion and bright hair made him stick out all the more among his peers. It barely mattered that his brothers were teaching him how to defend himself; any muscle he gained from training and fighting seemed too lean to make a visible difference.

Stan heaved a long sigh and buried his face in his pillow, hugging it close.

By the time he’d flipped a few of his bullies and seemed to deter them from coming after him, they all shifted gears. With hormones raging high and everyone hyperfocused on popularity and who liked who, Stan was physically picked on less and instead became the subject of harsh words and rumors that knocked him down the social hierarchy.

The harsh words stung and stuck with Stan and hurt worse than any bruise. They hurt because some of them were true. They swirled around Stan’s head long after he heard them, and they made him feel so small.

Microscopic.

A strange sensation made Stan peel his shining cheek away from his pillow. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was getting bigger.

Stan bolted upright and realized the blanket was expanding beneath him. His heart jumped into his throat and began pounding, and Stan could swear it all started to go faster. He could feel the fabric passing past his hands and even gave himself a quick pinch in the arm amidst his slight panic. It was impossible to deny.

He really was getting smaller and smaller!

He gave a yelp when it all came to a sudden stop, the vertigo knocking him flat on his back. His arms flailed as he righted himself, green eyes wide as he looked around. The ceiling was so far away now, and all at once the room that had so often been his sole safe space became an alien landscape, made up of massive structures and bizarre shapes.

Stan had no idea how long he sat there, awestruck. Before terror and confusion could override, he had to admit that seeing things from a few inches tall was pretty cool.


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Announcement

neonthewrite:

I’ve been so excited to come this far that now that I’m here, I hardly know what to say. Years and years of planning and writing and editing (and repeating those steps until I wanted to pass out) have finally come to fruition.

I’m so proud and pleased to announce that Bowman of Wellwood is now a published book!

From simple origins as a side project and something to muse about in between classwork and my other stories, Bowman and his friends have grown and developed more than I ever could have imagined. He used to be a nameless little muse, the figure I would imagine flying among the trees whenever I went on a road trip as a kid. Now, Bowman is all grown up, along with Jacob and Rischa and the rest.

I have to give credit where it’s due. I couldn’t have made it to this point without encouragement from my friends and the people I’ve written together with over the years. Thank you all so much for what you’ve done for me, @creatorofuniverses @nightmares06 @borrowedtimeandspace @bittykimmy @little-miss-maggie

Currently, the book is only available on the Lulu shop. However, I am in the process of preparing it for distribution on other sites such as Amazon and Barnes&Noble; more announcements will come when that process is complete. The next step will be to create an eBook format for those who don’t want to have a physical copy with that gorgeous cover (the artwork for which was created by Anthony Avon ).

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OC Question meme

No worries, love!

From this list of uncommon OC questions

18. What embarrasses them?

Anything that makes her seem foolish. She’s very smart, thinks quickly on her feet, and sometimes the best solution to a problem isn’t always the most graceful. 

Though she does have a more playful side of her personality, she’s often embarrassed when it’s pointed out. Growing up, she was always told to act her age. Now her age is far from reflected in her appearance, and sometimes that youthful levity beams through. She’s quick to reign it in, however, and focus on what’s serious and immediate and practical.


Thanks anon for being patient with me! ( Edit: Apologies for this taking so long, I swear I thought I posted it! O: )

Feel free to send in more questions from this list if you’re curious about my OCs

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