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[blueliliesblueroses]

AU in which Orpheus and Eurydice’s daughter and Hades and Persephone’s daughter are childhood friends (thanks @alyona11 and @acequeenking)

[liria10]

Top 5 Doctor Who characters!

ooh a hard one!

Considering they change depending on my mood & latest stories i’ve experienced, here are what I could say are my current ones:

1. Bernice Summerfield, always my n.1

I mean, I did name my cat after her!

2. Romanadvoratrelundar, Lady President of Gallifrey and all her dominions because damn it I am not recognizing Time War 4 no thank you, she’s fine and ok

3. The Eighth Doctor, I mean he’s such a sweetheart and a mess, how can I not love him?

4.Clarence from the Benny Dellah books, because he’s an angel, a spaceship, and technically a war criminal, but also mainly a himbo and we stan

5. Godfather Auteur from Faction Paradox, that bastard that I draw a lot cause he’s honestly just such a fun character!

Ok, so i could list so many more!!! but these shall do because I feel like it :P

[stillthesunkenstars]

A collab with the lovely @alyona11! The first picture is her lineart and my coloring and the second picture is my lineart -

The other part is on her blog, please check it out!

[searingdestiny]

What's your opinion on Brax/Romana?

meow :O 

my opinion on both of them is I love them :D 

if its a ship? or them together? I honestly don’t mind ^-^ Brax being infatuated is adorable considering he is a jerk XD Romana comes off as cold but she cares :) 

I really like them both and them together, serious or otherwise, I adore them and their dynamic ^-^

Did I answer the question? O.O

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Ater an amazing weekend, this amazing package has arrived from redbubble from the lovely @alyona11 . (I’m wearing the hoodie now and i adore it already)

[thebraxiatelcollection]

@alyona11 : i have no self control when it comes to Gallifrey or Benny merch.

[thebraxiatelcollection]

The Lalla Ward scrapbook project!

 Since I am meeting Lalla this year, I really want to do something so I thought I'd make a scrapbook for her filled with fan-letters, fanart and other wonderful stuff to give to her at Newcastle comic con. If you want to participate, all you have to do is let me know or show an interest. Spread the word around to other friends or fans who love Lalla as much as we do will be appreciated. :) 

Your deadline is a week before 20th May at the very latest. You can either hand write or type it doesn't matter and you can write what you want to write so long its nothing rude 😀 Will be getting more stickers hopefully soon to decorate it further

[gallifreyburning]

okay sjsdf listen. I'll get into both of the Gallifrey wips because it's been so long since I opened these files, I was shocked at what I found tbh. Maybe someday my Gallifrey muse will return from war (har har) and I'll pull together enough to finish and post these stories.

I need you to know. I NEED you to know. I have no idea what prompted me to make this "Hair Fic" wip file. I have no memory of creating it. And when I open it, THIS is all it contains:

-Chapter 1: Brax mustache comedy -Chapter 2: just Leela and Romana braiding each other’s hair -Chapter 3: Romana’s haircut -Chapter 4: reasons Narvin grew the beard -Chapter 5: Leela shaves Narvin’s beard with her knife -Chapter 6: Ace and hair dye

I am DYING, this is so cryptic and funny.

The "Needless Angst" wip is just my working title for Inverse Corollary. I have an almost complete unpublished chapter finished, actually? I had no recollection of getting this far! So, remember how Narvin and Leela are being held prisoner by some aliens, but Narvin keeps jumping into random scenes/timelines? Here he goes again:

When Narvin opens his eyes, aching and shivering, he isn’t laying on his office carpet. He’s on a marble floor, one he knows well, although he isn’t used to seeing it at this low angle. This is the Panopticon. The lights glare, his head pounds, and his vision blurs. He wobbles onto his hands and knees and lifts his head to find a large seat directly in front of him. It resembles a throne. Bafflingly, Romana sits in it and stares at him with indolent expectation, as if she is bored by his particular brand of suffering and is waiting for him to do something more entertaining. “Romana?” he rasps, his throat dry as a bone, as if he hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in days. He pushes back to sit on his heels, and glances down at himself – his missing tabard, and his white robe that desperately needs a wash and a press. As he kneels in front of her high seat, Romana’s face hardens into fury. She draws her petite frame out of its slouch, back stiffening into an imperious sneer. “What did you say to me?” she whispers, each word enunciated like a guillotine drop. At this point, Narvin’s vision clears completely and he realizes they aren’t alone. Time Lords pack the room, filling the galleries from top to bottom. “I – I said your name,” he replies, keeping his tone as neutral as possible. He still squeaks a little, anyway. “I seem to be having a strange–” “Guard,” she says, with a flick of her wrist. Instantly, he’s seized by the collar and hauled backward. His breath leaves him in a solid rush as he hits the floor hard, and he hasn’t the chance to inhale again because the chancellery commander’s boot lands on his chest, pinning him down. “My name? You dare!” Not a question, an accusation. Romana is on her feet now, towering on her dais, her face pale with rage. Narvin couldn’t reply even if he’d thought of something to say, what with the golden jackboot smashing his breastbone. “You had one job today, Narvin, one simple task, and yet you continue to be a disappointment.” “Madam Imperiatrix!” rings out a familiar, confident voice from the Panopticon doors, behind him. “I bring good news, and trophies of victory!” Imperiatrix? Although he’s thoroughly pinned, Narvin strains to twist his head back to catch a glimpse of Leela. She struts into the room, wearing a tight-fitting black uniform that reminds him of the Lord Burner’s clothes, on that other Gallifrey they visited from the Axis. An animal pelt dangles in her grip, as she practically skids to a stop beside him. Falling to her knees, she lifts the animal pelt into the air, toward the elevated throne. “Madam Imperiatrix, I bring proof of your enemy’s death. As you ordered, I have killed the Time Lord named Braxiatel.” In a rush of nausea, Narvin realizes that the thing he mistook for an animal pelt is actually a humanoid scalp, in a distressingly familiar salt-and-pepper hue.

“Leela!” Romana squeals in delight, her humor turning in an instant. The human woman throws the scalp at Romana’s feet, with stomach-churning precision. Romana leans over to examine it with a happy gasp. “My faithful hunter!” “I am your servant,” Leela replies in a loud enough voice to be heard by everyone in the chamber, her head bowed. Her hair is cropped short, her jaw set to a stern line. “Your edict is law, and your will is my command, my Imperiatrix.” In a flurry of gossamer fabric, Romana descends and rests her hands on Leela’s bowed head, a bestowal of blessing. “I have no more faithful servant.” “You do me great honor.” For a moment, Narvin thinks that Romana might kiss the crown of her head; instead, she shifts her attention to Narvin, her delight turning into undisguised disgust. “Your pet has been a disappointment this day, Leela. My patience with him is done.” “Give me but a single span with him, My Lady Pandora, and he will never disappoint you again. If he does, I will cut out both his hearts with my own hand,” Leela murmurs, softer now, only for the ears of those in the immediate vicinity.

So ... that's what poor Narvin is dealing with this morning.