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.


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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: )

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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! 

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“And anyways, I was right!” he asserted. “Here you are, flying around in one piece, not even a nibble off you! Absolute sweetheart, she was, just a bit…hyper and distracted, that’s all. Knew you could handle ‘er just fine, no need to get your wings in a twist.”

“Wings in a- Pray to a rock!” Bowman blurted, irate in spite of how well the situation had gone.

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Bowman’s eyes widened and he actually took his eyes off the creature to twist around and look the Doctor in the face. “You’re not serious,” he blurted, almost demanded to be true. But there wasn’t a sign of a joke in the Doctor’s expression, and Bowman threw him a look that said if things weren’t so dire, he’d be bopping him right on the forehead that second.

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“Bowman, pull up!” he called, cupping a hand around his mouth with his right hand to save Zepheera from the worst of the shout. “Lose ‘er in the canopy and meet us outside the TARDIS!” With that, the Doctor hurried back the way they’d come.

“We can’t leave him alone with her!” Zepheera protested even as she flattened herself to the Doctor’s shoulder for stability.

“Oh, he’ll be fine! He’s got the fastest wings in Wellwood, remember?”

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“Oh, I don’t think you’d be too shabby,” she put in encouragingly. “Even with your wings, there’s loads of places you could–”

A SLAM cut her sentence short and caused Bowman’s wings to flare out entirely as the Doctor burst back into the TARDIS, followed by him rushing around the console flipping switches and throwing levers on the way.

“Fell through the rift again,” he explained shortly, teeth clenched in concentration as he worked the controls. “Came pretty close this time, though! I think we can beat that time! Hang on to something, you two! Allons-y!” Bowman stared at him in confusion and shock.

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Prompt: Children are the Future

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BTaS Canon – ???

Based on the prompts Glance from this list of 100 one-word prompts, and Dollhouse from this similar list of G/t themed prompts from @nightmares06 and @bee-wrecker respectively. Finally getting around to these!


It had been going so well for Zepheera.

There were only two humans in the small flat, one of them a child. For six months, Zepheera had been living comfortably in their walls, and for nearly seventy years of fighting to survive, she trusted herself to keep hidden and make this home last for once.

And all it had taken was a glance from the child to ruin it all.

Desperate for any kind of barrier between herself and the human, she ducked into the child’s dollhouse. Any human was bad news for a borrower like Zepheera, but children were frightfully unpredictable and prone to grabbing and playing. At 68 years old, even with the body of a young adult, Zepheera was not in the mood for any of that nonsense.

The ground trembled beneath Zepheera as the child approached. Even a little girl, nine years old and much smaller than any adult human, greatly outsized the four and a half inch tall woman cornered in the dollhouse. As the child drew closer, Zepheera could clearly hear each and every breath rushing in and out of lungs larger than the room the borrower had made her prison.

“Hello?”

The little girl’s voice was mercifully light, a quiet rumble that washed over Zepheera through the plastic wall her back was pressed against. A wide blue eye peered in through one window, causing the borrower to jump and dart into the next room. Her eyes flashed frantically around for an exit, regretting her choice of hiding place, especially as the girl shifted outside.

With a loud click and a rush of air, half the dollhouse swung open. Zepheera was left exposed, blinking through the sudden light up at a gigantic child.

The human’s head tilted, brow pinched as she sat back on her heels. “Did I scare ya?” she inquired.

Zepheera frowned, realizing that it wasn’t curiosity that made the girl pursue her anymore, but concern. Those blue eyes, each the size of Zepheera’s head, were filled with it.

Bemused, Zepheera shook her head no.

The blonde girl’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Good. Why’dja run away, then, if you weren’t scared? How come you’re so small? What’s your name? I’m Rose!”

Zepheera’s brow lifted at the bombardment of curious questions. Maybe, if she played her cards right, she wouldn’t have to move out just yet.

“I ran because I was nervous,” said Zepheera, peeling herself from the wall sheepishly. “It’s my first day, you see, being an imaginary friend. I’m Zepheera.”

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