Worth the Wake

5. Sunrise – Zepheera enjoys something beautiful for once

AU: Donna AU of BTaS (the Doctor rescues Zepheera while Donna is traveling with him)


Warm, gentle pressure at Zepheera’s back brought her to the waking world. She nearly batted at the finger prodding at her when the Doctor whispered, “C’mon, wake up. It’s happening.”

That was enough encouragement for Zepheera. They’d spent the night out here, under an alien sky, because it was one of the simple pleasures that had never been available to the borrower. She was either too busy worrying about her survival or that of her people, or was stuck in a cage in a windowless room. Here she had friends who were concerned for her recovery, invested in her interests, and more than willing to be her safe place to fall.

Sitting up, Zepheera rubbed her eyes and looked around. Donna was still fast asleep in her own spot, and the sky above was becoming lighter by the second.

The Doctor’s hand shifted to form a platform near Zepheera, who sat on his chest while he lay on his back. She accepted the silent offer without hesitation, and the Doctor was able to sit up without sending Zepheera tumbling. Then she could take her usual perch on his shoulder.

“Any moment now…”

All of the tension from the effort of waking up melted as soon as Zepheera saw the first sliver of sunlight peeking over the horizon.

The Doctor plucked out a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and balanced it on his shoulder so Zepheera could balance one lens on her lap to protect her eyes from the intensity of the sun without missing out on any of the beauty. Together, they watched the arrival of the sun change the colors of the sky and the clouds, a breathtaking canvas constantly in motion.

Zepheera, careful to not shift the sunglasses enough to cause them to fall, scooted herself closer to the Doctor’s neck. Part of her was grateful that he couldn’t see her tears when they were this close. It was still tough for her to be emotionally vulnerable around someone his size, and she didn’t want him to worry needlessly when he’d made her so happy.

“Thank you for this,” she said, unable to avoid the slight crack of emotion in her voice.

She could hear the smile in his voice as he whispered back, “Anytime.”

April Fools!

1. Pranks – Zepheera is bored. Shenanigans ensue.

Slowly working my way through these. Let’s see if I actually finish the list this time

Btas: Non-Canon


“Lose something?”

The Doctor paused in his frantic search around the console room, lifting his chin to find the source of the tiny owner of the tiny voice.

“You didn’t,” he growled as he squinted toward the shadowy tops of the coral supports surrounding the room.

A small shadow shifted overhead. “Who, me?”

“Zepheera. Where. Is. My. Sonic?”

As a little figure swung out under a branch of coral on a thin line, the Doctor turned to square off with it, crossing his arms and tapping his toe. The woman who lowered herself unto the dim blue-green light tossed her short brown bob oh so innocently.

“I’ve absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” With her line attached to her belt, she allowed one hand to reach into her vest pocket and pulled out an absolutely miniscule device. She pressed the button and the tip lit up blue.

The Doctor’s eyes widened. “You SHRANK IT?!”

Zepheera smirked, letting herself hang upside down from her harness, waving the sonic and letting the light glint off the gold ring on her upper arm. The culprit for the shrinkage of the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver. “Sure did!”

“Well, un-shrink it!” the Doctor demanded, holding his hands out under the dangling borrower and his miniaturized tool. It distressed him to no end to see it no bigger than a grain of rice. “Why would you even take it, anyway??”

“Because,” Zepheera shrugged. She then let the sonic slip through her fingers, and quickly reached out the arm with the ring to point at it.

“April Fools!” she cried, flipping herself upright the second before the sonic landed safely in the Doctor’s hand, its proper size once again.

After a tender moment of holding his sonic close to his chest, the Doctor shot a flat look up at Zepheera and pointedly returned the device to his inside jacket pocket. “You do realize we’re floating in space, there’s no way to keep track of dates out here.”

Zepheera rolled her eyes and released the latch on her harness to allow herself to lower to the Doctor’s eye level. “It’s been days and I’m bored!”

“We’ve talked about this, we are social distancing!”


Asks and Prompts are open! | Main Story

Commissioned Art

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!

Ao3 | Tumblr | Ask me questions! Send me prompts!

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.


Asks and Prompts are open! | Submissions too! | Main Story

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 ^^

Asks and Prompts are open! | Submissions too! | Main Story

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.

Ao3 | Tumblr | Ask me questions! Send me prompts!

G/T Prompts Day 22

anonymous asked:

22 with The Doctor and Zee? plz 🙂 Sorry I can’t spell her name to save my life.

If you’re referring to the Inktober gt prompt list, I’m planning on doing most, hopefully all of those a day at a time during the month of October. But when skimming the list, I had an idea for that particular day that involved people other than Doc and Zepheera, so since you asked so nicely…


22. Cramped

(went with the Tenth Doctor since that’s my go to)


“No way!”

“C’mon!” the Doctor hissed

desperately, glancing over his shoulder. They were coming, and he doubted

they’d be particularly friendly or mindful of his small companion. He needed to

get her out of sight, and she picked now of all times to be stubborn!

“It won’t be for long, I promise.”

Zepheera remained firm and shook her head in

protest, the shallow rise and fall of her chest beneath her tightly crossed

arms the only thing visibly belying her stress. “I’m not going in a

pocket!” she snipped back. “I can’t do anything in there, all

dark and cramped and–!”

“It’s not gonna–!” The Doctor’s

hushed rebuttal was cut short by the chorus of footsteps approaching. He looked

pleadingly at Zepheera. “Sorry. No time for arguing.”

With that he moved the hand holding Zepheera,

fingers curling protectively as she lost balance and fell in a heap in his

palm, and the next thing Zepheera knew she was falling.

Falling had been unexpected. Zepheera actually had

time to yelp before she hit the bottom.

She gave a dazed moan as she maneuvered herself

to lie on her back to take stock of her surroundings. Fabric rose up like

massive walls on either side of her, and there was definitely a seam under her

back. All the makings of a pocket, except this one stretched out much further

than any Zepheera could imagine.

A small sliver of light overhead was the only

indicator of how deep she was compared to her expectations. The opening of the

pocket was still a standard size, and given the distance between it and

Zepheera, it seemed even smaller. She glared at it as she pushed herself up to

sit and, gripping the fabric for stability, pulled herself to her feet. If she

concentrated, she could see the opening moving, and she counted herself lucky

that whatever was going on up there, she wasn’t feeling the full effect of the

Doctor’s movements.

Certainly didn’t stop her from being thoroughly

miffed about the whole situation.

“At least it isn’t cramped,”

Zepheera grumbled as she started to climb her way back up.


Asks and Prompts are open! | Submissions too! | Main Story

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

Ao3 | Tumblr | Ask me questions! Send me prompts!

OC Question meme

From this list of uncommon OC questions

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Wanton violence, especially against people who can’t fight back.

One of the harder lessons one learns on the TARDIS is the many ways people can be cruel. While anyone they encounter doing awful things for their own gain puts a sour taste in Zepheera’s mouth. She cannot tolerate people destroying things and people in their path, much less abuse toward borrowers or others smaller than average and children of any size.

23. How does envy manifest itself? (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc.)

It isn’t often that Zepheera is truly envious of someone. When she is, I don’t see her acting on it. If the thing she envies can be earned in some way, she’d take great strides to achieve what she wants. She’d never take it from someone.

34. How hard is it for them to shake off a sense of guilt?

Depends. Did she lie to her friend in order to spare his feelings? Then she can shake off the guilt fairly easily.

Feeling responsible for the death of her little brother? Impossible to shake.


Thanks again @neonthebright for being patient while I answered these! 

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

Ao3 | Tumblr | Ask me questions! Send me prompts!

Borrowed Magic Excerpt

“Look, I don’t see any other option–” the Doctor cut himself short when he caught sight of Bowman approaching. He waved him over with a huge grin. “Ah, Bowman! Perfect timing! I need to ask you for a favor.”

No, you don’t!” Zepheera emphasized.

“Yes, I do!” the Doctor shot back, keeping his upbeat smile where it was.

Ao3 | Tumblr | Ask me questions! Send me prompts!