G/T Prompts Day 8

8. Jar – Stan has a wake-up call.

AU: ???


Stan couldn’t breathe.

He thought seeing the world from only a few inches tall had been amazing, and after he climbed down his bedspread to the floor, he was all set on exploring the alien landscape his bedroom had become.

Then the ground, the very air, everything began to shake. Steady vibrations rattled the floor under Stan’s feet and froze him in place. Sharp impacts on the massive shut door made him flinch, and he clapped his hands over his ears as a tremendous voice rumbled through it.

Panic rose within the teen as it sank in. Someone was looking for him, and they were enormous.

His imagination took it from there, disregarding the logic that whoever it was out there was one of Stan’s brothers, his family. Instead, Stan was paralyzed by images of giants as they’d always been portrayed in films and stories, vicious creatures who meant harm to those smaller than them.

These overwhelming fears came to a head when he saw the door open ever so slightly, and Stan jumped behind the nearest thing to hide, hardly noticing that it happened to be a discarded shoe that was now taller than he was.

Stan’s heart pounded too loudly in his ears to process what the giant was saying, but he certainly felt the wave of displaced air when the door swung open, the earth-shattering footsteps that followed. Humongous feet stomped closer and swung right past Stan’s hiding spot in only a handful of steps.

A hand shot up to cover Stan’s mouth, quieting his heavy breathing and stifling the dread-filled cries he could feel creeping up his throat. The giant’s feet were right there and Stan was completely exposed, it could notice him at any moment! He needed to find a new hiding spot, and he glanced around the corner of the shoe to find one.

If he could just made it under the dresser in the distance…

The next few minutes were an adrenaline-filled blur; dashing from one shoe to its match to hide, then from there to the safe shadowy cavern under the dresser. The SLAM of a door and more thunderous footsteps to run away from.

Before Stan could make heads or tails of anything but runrunRUN!, he found himself surrounded by warmth and gentle pressure. Squirming against it made Stan realize it was flesh he was resisting, a dull and distant heartbeat pulsing through a palm much bigger than Stan’s entire body, long and strong fingers curled impenetrably around him.

Just when Stan started shaking with terror, the grip around him loosened. He fell between fingers and landed on something cold and smooth, and slid down a steep angle for only a second until he settled at the bottom.

The bottom of a jar, Stan realized after a panicked look around. Surrounded on all sides by glass that was surrounded by those gigantic fingers, gripping tight as the hand tilted to right the jar. The jar was lifted, and Stan flattened himself to the bottom as he felt the pressure of gravity working against him. From there, too terrified to do much else, Stan curled into a ball in one last ditch attempt to block out the world.

Then, after a second or two that seemed like an eternity to Stan, the world flipped on its head, and it was for the best that Stan was scrunched in such a tight ball. It kept him safe while he tumbled out of the jar, landing back in that massive hand.

It didn’t close around him this time, but that hardly mattered to Stan, who scrambled to find some way to escape from the immense creature that had him in its grasp.

“N-no! Please!”


Stan just got tossed ten pounds of yike in a five pound bag.

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G/T Prompts Day 6

6. Catch – A Wild Baker Appears

Sort of doing these out of order, but I’m determined to do them all

AU: ???


“Stan?”

Simon Baker rapped gently on his youngest brother’s bedroom door. “Suppertime! Get it while it’s hot!”

These days, Simon thought to give Stan whatever space he needed. School had always been a rough time for the kid, even more so now that he was a teenager. Even so, Simon tried to keep spirits light in the hopes of cheering Stan up.

Simon’s brow pinched when there came no answer. Usually, even on the worst days, he’d get a grumble in response at least. Stan would never turn down a meal.

“C’mon Stanley, don’t want it to get cold without you,” he called through the door as he made a move to open it. He went slow, not one to burst in on anyone, and he listened for Stan to correct him.

It wasn’t that he hated being called Stanley, but he did prefer ‘Stan’.

Only when Simon still didn’t hear a peep out of the room did he open it all the way. Now he was concerned.

His frown deepened as he stepped into the room and found it empty. Stan wasn’t in bed, but his schoolbag was still there and the window was securely shut. Simon knew Stan came home earlier, so where did he–?

A light skittering on the floor by his feet interrupted Simon’s thoughts. He looked down; when he didn’t see anything, he took a wary step closer.

In the corner of Simon’s eye, he noticed something quick and tiny dashing into the open. He didn’t get a good look before it took shelter under Stan’s dresser.

Simon sighed and strode over to shut Stan’s door. If his brother brought another mouse in the house, he’d better take care of it before it got into the walls. Then he could resume figuring out where Stan went.

Grabbing one of Stan’s jars and a ventilated lid from the desk, Simon lowered himself to the floor to peer under the dresser. It was too dark to see in any detail, but a small shape hurried to the far side. Simon sat up and reached around to snatch it before it hid under the bed.

In his hurry to get his catch into the jar, Simon didn’t notice that it didn’t quite feel like a mouse in his grasp.

He made sure to tilt the jar so the little thing would slide safely to the bottom. Simon was used to this habit of Stan’s, and he knew it came from a well-meaning place. Their youngest brother was never one to walk away when anyone or anything needed help. Even a lost, injured mouse.

So it was a complete shock to Simon when he lifted the jar to find something that definitely wasn’t a mouse.

“Oh, God.”

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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 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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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 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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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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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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