dyou think zepheera n the doc just bond over how stupid humans are sometimes bc I don’t remember the last time he’s had a nonhuman companion

Oh, definitely. It’s like they were meant for each other.

When she’s having an especially bad day and just needs to vent her decades-old pent-up frustrations, he’s always there to listen. He’ll be supportive in his own way (he still loves his humans, but he tries his best to understand the borrower’s perspective).

On the other hand, when the Doctor cuts himself shaving or stubs his toe and starts rattling off insults to humanity as a whole, she won’t get offended and will usually agree and add on. 

They could go on for hours like this, getting absolutely nothing productive done. Quite a few late nights in the TARDIS debating over the pros and cons of the human race; the dangers they pose and the potential they hold. And at the end of each conversation, there’s an unspoken understanding that grows stronger between them.

god, I love my babies…

Zepheera-Vision — I Was Lonely

“Zepheera?”

The borrower in question shot the Doctor a look before ignoring him, carrying on twisting a few pieces of string into a stronger rope.

“Zepheera…” he tried again, licking his lips as though in preparation. “…I need to get up.” Despite himself, a twinge of mirth tugged at his lips.

“Funny, that,” scoffed Zepheera as she looked up from her work. “That’s not what you said two hours ago.”

“But I have to–”

“‘Zepheera, I’m bored. Sit with me, Zepheera. Keep me company.’”

The Doctor sighed, an action that blew the borrower’s already messy bob about. “I know, I know. But I’ve got to check on the experiment, it should be ready by now.”

Zepheera threw up the hand that wasn’t keeping her progress on the rope in place. “Just saying. It’s your own fault for scooping me up and putting me on the pillow on top of you.”

“I was lonely,” he shrugged, making Zepheera’s perch shift back and forth slightly.

She regarded the Doctor in contemplation, but after a moment of staring at those big brown puppy-dog eyes her shoulders slumped in defeat. Gathering her work, she slid off the small pillow that she would never ever admit was actually quite comfortable, and made her way up his chest toward his shoulder. 

“One of these days, you’re gonna run out of trump cards,” she informed him, pointing an accusing finger at the Doctor’s stupid grin.

New Zepheera-Vision every Saturday! Hope you enjoyed!

Fanart

elitefourstevonnie:

why i got zepheera’s design 97% wrong and i am very sorry –

when i first discovered this AU, it was through the brothers apart contest entry. when zepheera first came on screen, there wasn’t much of a physical description, but she was wearing sunglasses and an oversized trench coat and for whatever reason my thoughts were drawn to estelle:

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then, when i started reading the actual fics, i read the description of her hair, and because i could not unsee estelle instantly my mind went to marceline’s mom.

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so try though i might i could not unsee zepheera as marceline’s mom (thank you, short attention span) and when finally her skin tone was described as “well-tanned,” my first thought was “Well shit, I’ve been doing this wrong.”

so here, this is how i’ve seen zepheera for most of the series until around the end of Episode 2.

@borrowedtimeandspace

Are you JOKING ME?? This is GORGEOUS! I’ve been internally screaming for the last hour and a half!

To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure what her skin tone was when I started out. I just didn’t think about it all that much. ‘Well-tanned’ came about when, kind of on a whim, I decided Zepheera was biracial (like me! ^-^). Her mother had fair skin and I don’t think I ever specified for her father, and if I did I’ll probably change it in revisions. This leaves her complexion a little open–kinda like my own personal Hermione, at the risk of tooting my own horn. Personally, I now see her as olive-skinned, but I think the color scheme you used is AMAZING. Really, the only things I insist upon about Zepheera physically are her hair and her eyes, and your interpretation is just fabulous to me.

I love the whole Zepheera Vision thing – mainly because it’s something I myself often do and I’m glad someone else does it as well. That is, novelizing pre-existing scenes from a new character’s perspective! I’m so excited!!

I’ve spent many a late night stockpiling usable gifs. In some areas, there aren’t as many as I think there should be, but maybe I just have to dig a little deeper or start thinking about learning how to make gifs on my own.

Perhaps I shall give a little sneak peak sometime of the angsty one I’m holding out on…*devilish grin*

#10 for the sentence prompts. (also – if you’re taking hiatus from Ao3, will you continue to post stories on here or is it a hiatus from writing in general?)

Basically, Ao3 is the main place I post my writing. The problem is, I take it chapter by chapter rather than finishing a story before thinking about posting, and it turns out I’m a rather busy person. This means that my updates on Ao3 are usually really slow and irregular. I once went over a year between updates! I want to break out of this, and the only way I know how is to take a break from posting there until I have my shit together on that.

The Ao3 hiatus will officially start after the stories I currently have going are done.

I’ll still be writing, also revising some of my older stories, giving updates if you guys are interested.

The good news is, with this blog I can keep my followers updated on how writing’s going, and I can have fun with and glean inspiration from my followers. I am open to posting short stories and fun little things that deviate from the canon of my series here. (I actually have a really angsty Zepheera-Vision queued up that was so long I had to split it up into four parts! Gonna hold off on that until a few more fluffy ones are established…)

Hope that clears that up for you! Anyways, here’s your filled prompt!

Every part of Zepheera ached. Her whole body tingled with pins and needles, her head was pulsing, and when she opened her eyes her vision was blurred. That was no doubt from the flash of bright light she remembered experiencing before blacking out. Squeezing her eyes shut in attempt to banish the colorless blob in the way of her sight, she rolled over onto her back with a hiss of discomfort. Pins and needles…

Zepheera, her own voice sounded so distant in her mind. She ignored it, concentrating instead on the feeling slowly returning in her fingertips.

A small clatter from the floor behind her caught her attention, but her headache prevented her from looking. “Zepheera,” her voice called again.

She groaned, then stopped halfway through the action. That groan…didn’t sound like her own. It was deeper than she was used to, more guttural. Her hand went automatically to her throat, where she felt more than just a strange lump where before there was none. She felt a speeding and irregular pulse through the more-weathered-than-usual skin.

Gasping sharply, she bolted upright, immediately bonking her head with a yelp of surprise that wasn’t hers.

“Oi, careful! Easy on the goods there, luv!”

She turned her head toward the shrill voice a little too fast, dizziness causing the floor to approach rapidly; she just barely caught herself with a tingling forearm. Now her eyes were wide, adjusting much too slowly for her liking as she looked around for the speaker. Shapes and colors were much more clear to her now, but details were lacking and nothing seemed familiar.

“That’s it. We just all need to keep a calm head about this, okay?”

That’s when it hit her. She shifted her gaze down toward the floor and paled at the sight of herself. Like looking into a mirror, but the reflection was far too small. Everything snapped into focus in that instant, revealing details in this tiny double that looked odd on herself. Her arms were raised placatingly, brow pinched with a slight raise in the left one, mouth animatedly open as her chest heaved with unusually high breaths.

“Zepheera…” her tiny double’s tone was warning, in anticipation of some kind of negative reaction.

Suddenly it sank in. Only one person talked to her like that, and it certainly wasn’t herself.

Zepheera’s eyes darted to the hand she now owned, so much larger than the small figure before her. It was a hand she knew all too well, and as her panic rose it became impossible to ignore the thundering beat on the right side of her chest that echoed the left.

She shot to her feet in a complete knee-jerk reaction, but this only made matters worse. Now she was faced with the stark height difference between her proper body–all four and a half inches of it–and all seventy-three inches of her current body. She staggered backward, staring down at the frighteningly familiar blue suit she now wore, and tripping on converse-clad feet in her haste. She crashed roughly against the floor.

A grunt of effort rang out and she turned to look. Not six inches away from her right foot, her old body’s legs were dangling through the grate of the catwalk, a clear result of having fallen over thanks to the impact of the body Zepheera currently inhabited. She balked, aghast at how much weight she was responsible for now, and how easily influenced the small body that now housed the Doctor’s consciousness–a mind-blowing concept in itself–really was.

The Doctor quickly hauled himself out of the gap and started carefully toward Zepheera, intent on comforting her, reassuring her. She backed away from his approach.

“Go away!” she shouted in the Doctor’s voice, cringing when she saw her body wince at the volume. Her back met the cool metal of the railing around the console, and she curled herself into the tightest ball the Doctor’s body would allow. When she spoke again, it was practically in a whisper. “I’m too big. I might hurt you.”

Thanks for the prompt @elitefourstevonnie!

17 sounds fun

Indeed it does. 

The TARDIS door creaked as the Doctor stepped out cautiously.

“Here we are. Tertas, circa five-thousand-ish. And it’s springtime! Love a good ol’ Tertatian spring! What do you think?” He turned to his companion Zepheera as she shifted on his shoulder, admiring the surroundings.

The borrower gaped at the bright green sky, streaked with mauve clouds that moved sluggishly in the light breeze. “I think it’s gorgeous,” she answered, a grin to match the Doctor’s plastered to her face.

“This’ll be an experience,” the Doctor mused as he closed the blue box behind them and sauntered off at a steady pace up a hill. “For once, you’ll be the one that fits in better than I do.”

Zepheera frowned, but knew better than to ask what he meant. Knowing him, either she’d never know the answer or she’d know in a matter of seconds.

This time, he went with the latter.

Once at the top of the hill, a tiny town could be seen in the valley below. Quite literally, a town small enough to perfectly fit hundreds of people Zepheera’s size. Her breath caught at the sight.

To her shock, the Doctor strode right in. Apparently he’d visited before, and the townspeople were rather amiable toward him. Knowing the Doctor, he’d probably saved them from utter destruction.

“Doctor!” someone called down by the Time Lord’s feet. The Doctor smiled widely when he looked down.

“Matzy!” he greeted, crouching slowly in the courtyard he’d found himself in. Zepheera peered down from her perch to see a middle-aged Tertatian man, who looked rather like a borrower if not for the purple-ish tint to his skin. “It’s been a dog’s age, how’ve you been mate? How’s the farm?”

“Going strong, thanks to you! How’s that Martha of yours getting on?”

“Oh, she’s fine, found her own way.” the Doctor practically waved off the question. “I actually want you to meet somebody. This is Zepheera. She travels with me now.” He lifted a hand to act as a ferry between his shoulder and the cobbled street, one which Zepheera eagerly took.

“Lovely to meet you!” she beamed.

“Likewise.” The Tertatian offered a hand for Zepheera to shake. “The name’s Matz, no matter what he says,” he said, cutting his eyes at the Doctor.

“That’s how I remember you!” teased the Doctor. “It’s what you went by when we met.”

“I was ten years old.” Matz laughed anyway, then turned to Zepheera once more. “Would you like to come in for tea? I’ve just put the kettle on, and I can tell you all about the Doctor’s last visit here. I assume he hasn’t told you already.”

“Only because you tell it better, Matzy ol’ pal.” The Doctor reached down and ruffled the grown man’s graying hair.

“Tea would be great, thanks!” Excited beyond belief to learn firsthand about an alien race the same size as her, Zepheera hurried into the man’s humble house. 

Matz started to follow her before glancing back at the Doctor. “I would invite you in, but you won’t fit in the house.“ 

“No worries,” said the Doctor with a grin. He stood with the intention of exploring the town further. It had expanded quite a lot since he’d last visited, and he was sure to encounter some new faces along the way.

…wow, that ended up long. Hope you liked it though ^-^

Introducing: Zepheera-Vision!

Doctor Who is such a bizarre show, chock-full of crazy angles and POV shots. Some of these lovely moments, whether from the show or from behind-the-scenes clips, have been immortalized as GIFs. Scrolling through them, I can’t help but imagine some of them as from the point of view of my borrower OC Zepheera.

Take this GIF for example:

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This is the scene that plays out in my head:

The vessel rumbled and creaked as it settled after the horrible crash. A large tongue of flame burst from the wall dangerously close to where Zepheera had fallen off the Doctor’s shoulder. She shot up and scrambled away from the heat and had just wondered where the Time Lord had gone when–

“Zepheera!” The borrower jumped nearly a full inch as her giant friend’s face suddenly filled her vision. His breaths were short after all the excitement and his eyes darted distractedly around, observing the surrounding destruction before returning to his tiny companion in concern.

“Bloody hell, don’t sneak up on me like that!” she scolded, heart still racing from the scare.

“Sorry.”

I have a ton of ideas for this, and I can’t wait to get it going!

Ao3 Hiatus Explained

Ok, full disclosure here: I’m a college student and I am frequently bogged down by classes and homework and other extracurricular activities. I simply don’t have as much time to write as I used to, and since I apparently don’t have the capacity to wait until a story is finished before even thinking about posting it, my updates have gotten slower.

It’s not that I’ve run out of ideas, I have SO many ideas, it’s just finding the time to get them on paper. Plus, I started writing these stories in like eighth or ninth grade, and my writing has improved so much that looking back on them is just distracting. Revisions are a must.

So after I finish my contest entry for @nightmares06 and Lost Things Being Found, I am going to take an indefinite hiatus from posting on Ao3.

That’s where this blog comes in! It’ll give me a chance to keep connected to you guys while I get my shit together on my stories. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to update Ao3 again. Hope this makes sense.

[P.S. Happy birthday to Christopher Eccleston (and me)!]