#sorry again...

[oliveth3b0rrower]

An animation I made for Kittydog. Also, sorry I haven't been participating in G/t July all that much. I get distracted by games and books all to easily...

[anneimaginesundertale]

I need to apologize to the people who still have asks in my inbox. I think it was a couple of anons, @a-asexual-potato, and @pureangleda (I'm probably forgetting some people...)

I am all out of inspiration juice for Mobster March. I just...I look at the asks and go, "I dunno..."

I'm going to call the event here. I'd say I'm taking some time away, but I kind of haven't been around anyways...

Sorry...

[timelord-winchester-22b]

Christmas Dinner

OKAY HEY THIS IS MY WAY LATE AND ACTUALLY NEAR-FORGOTTEN ENTRY TO SADIE’S LATEST (I think??) WRITING CHALLENGE SORRY LOVE IT’S LATE BUT HERE IT IS

@connorshero I’m so rubbish at this, sorry, but it’s here

Reader has a very open family, welcome to other sexualities, and that doesn’t seem very likely of an entire family I don’t think...? so let’s just say the homophobic aunt stopped getting invited. Brings home the Thirteenth Doctor for Christmas dinner to introduce her as your girlfriend. 

No warnings, but 1693 words long...

Nervousness was common in your life now. Along with fear, confusion, excitement, terror, astonishment, dread, exhilaration. Put simply, almost every emotion possible was common now, and far more intense now that you were being thrown into situations you never thought possible at least three times a day. At least, never thought possible until you met the Doctor (another impossibility in herself) But nervousness was number one on the list, because something you never thought you’d be doing would be bringing an alien over a thousand years old home for Christmas to present as your girlfriend.

You were reminding yourself on a constant cycle to take deep breaths, calm the hell down, etc. The Doctor had dropped Yaz, Graham and Ryan off at Yaz’s place for Christmas with her family (you wished them luck, getting a punch in the shoulder from Yaz) because Graham and Ryan would have just the two of them otherwise. You, however, had quite a lot of family over for the holidays that year. So here you now were, standing in front of your parents’ house with the Doctor’s hand in yours and staring at the wreath on the door on Christmas Eve. Not doing anything.

The Doctor glanced worriedly at you, giving your hand a quick squeeze in reassurance before reaching towards the doorbell. She glanced at you and you took a deep breath and nodded, letting her know to push the button. The ding of the doorbell was heard from inside, followed by the sounds of several people shouting back and forth, presumably from different rooms. The door opened and standing there was your mother, who gasped as she saw you, quickly reaching out to grab your arm and drag you inside, pulling the Doctor along as you were still holding her hand.

“(Y/N) is here!!” Your mum called through the house. All at once there was a crash in the kitchen and the scraping of a couple chairs in the dining room and thudding upstairs that proceeded down the stairs. The Doctor watched with wide eyes and a gradually growing grin as you were torn from her into hug after hug after hug. The air around them was full of demands of where you had been, the deceleration of a pregnancy, an engagement and a new boyfriend. There were kids of all ages crowding around your legs, showing off a scrape from the playground or a new drawing and shouting out stories of what they got for their birthday or their new friend at school.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough” Your mum called out loudly, quieting everyone down. “Don’t completely smother her, we have a whole two days. We do, don’t we?” She checked hopefully.

“’Course” You grinned, being met with a cheer. Now that the initial celebration of ‘(Y/N) is back’, the focus shifted and everyone seemed to notice the Doctor at once. You gasped a little, turning to take her hand again and pull her forward. She hesitated a little when everyone’s gaze seemed to shift to your connected hands.

“Everyone, this is the Doctor” You introduced. There were mumbled greetings but everyone seemed more silently intrigued than anything. The Doctor looked down when there was a tug on her trousers, finding a little girl no more than six years old.

“(Y/N) told me she wanted a girlfriend once. Are you her girlfriend?” The girl asked innocently. The Doctor grinned at the child, glancing at you. You blushed a little, giving her a subtle nod.

“Yes, I am” The Doctor confirmed. The room exploded again, cheers and shouts filling the small entry space everyone still crowded. This time the Doctor found herself the subject of all the attention, receiving hugs and greetings and introductions from every direction.

“Guys, please don’t smother her to death” You called out eventually, the perfect picture of your mother. There were grins and laughs but the majority of adults disappeared back into the kitchen and dining room a moment later until you and the Doctor were left with your mother and the group of bouncy children waiting to drag their favourite cousin/aunt upstairs.

“It is nice to meet you Doctor… what was it again?” Your mother asked. You and the Doctor laughed a little.

“Just the Doctor” She assured your mum, who looked sceptical, but nodded.

“Welcome to the family” She whispered to the Doctor as she left, grinning to herself. The Doctor glanced at you and you simply laughed, shaking your head.

“(Y/N), come on!” A boy, who looked about twelve, complained, impatiently taking your hand and dragging you upstairs. The Doctor stood back for a moment, smiling at the picture as they dragged you off. The same little girl who had tugged at the Doctor before did so again, making her look down.

“Come on (Y/N)’s girlfriend, come play with us!” She insisted, taking the Doctor’s hand. She grinned, letting herself be pulled along all the way upstairs. By the time the small girl had gotten her upstairs you were already sitting around a table with the other kids, a marker in your hand as you began to tell them stories of giant spiders and hungry creatures on spaceships and a hero named Rosa Parks. The Doctor smiled and sat down beside you and a couple older girls giggled to themselves as she kissed you on the cheek and proceeded to watch you draw.

You drew pictures that related to your stories and soon enough all the kids were as well. (their parents exchanged glances when they all proudly showed their drawings of giant spiders eating people or breaking bathtubs) The Doctor even joined in a bit, surprising even you at her skilled drawings done on light blue colored paper and with crayola markers. She drew the inside and outside of the Tardis and her sonic screwdriver and handed each one to a child who had told her they wanted to be an artist. In fact, after seeing the Doctor’s skills, all of them were saying it by the end of the night. Except for little Julia, who had taken a shine to the Doctor from the moment she got her attention in the hall. Julia insisted she wanted to steal a Tardis when she grew up and go on adventures.

You were telling the children about the occasion of tea at Yaz’s when you were all called downstairs for dinner. Dinner was pretty simple, more for the kids since tomorrow night was the real Christmas dinner. Spaghetti with meatballs and mini bread rolls or garlic bread. The Doctor was comically excited about the small bread rolls, and ended up having more than anyone else at the table. Considering the large number of people in the house, the normal dining table was joined by a fold up table where the children sat together. But they dragged the Doctor over to join them, so you were left answering excited questions about your travels with your new girlfriend. One of your guy cousins even joked that if she wasn’t dating you he’d ask her out. You nearly laughed at the thought, remembering his fear of spiders.

The kids were shooed off by themselves after dinner, their parents scolding them for bugging you and the Doctor too much. You both assured them it was no trouble, but they insisted on having some time with you themselves. The Doctor quickly became the life of the party, as you’d expect, telling stories once again. But the stories she told this time were ones you hadn’t heard before. You almost laughed at everyone’s expressions when she mentioned being referred to as ‘pretty boy’ at some point. You were still sitting around the dining table after all the kids had been put to bed in the bedrooms upstairs.

The Doctor eventually passed the story telling onto someone else and you hadn’t even noticed when she left the room until the returned with a glass of eggnog for each of you. You glanced around a little, noticing the odd look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked her quietly. The Doctor grimaced just a little.

“Your dad just gave me ‘the talk’” She whispered back. You snorted a little, having to work very hard on not laughing. The Doctor shot you a look and you cleared your throat, accepting the glass she handed you.

“You know the kids are asleep” You pointed out to her. She frowned a little.

“Yeah, I know”

“I can’t believe no one has spiked the eggnog yet”

The Doctor choked out a laugh, drawing a few looks as you had done the same not too long ago. You giggled a little, tuning back into the conversation of the table. You had one hand holding your glass and the other on your lap when you felt the Doctor’s fingers winding themselves through your own. You smiled, squeezing her hand just a little as you took another sip of your drink. Tomorrow would be exciting, you knew. The children would be more excited than on any other day of the year, and everyone would spend almost the whole day in the lounge, passing around gifts.

But for now, you were content with this moment. You and your family were all thrilled for your visit and you always welcomed calm happy moments with the Doctor. You had her and all your family and nothing was exploding or being invaded or threatened. It was just Christmas.

Little did you know what lay in wait for Earth to let down its defenses. What waited for its chance on the planet the very next day. But that was a different story.

[galactic-art-station]

I won’t get into too much detail, long story short my mental health has been staggering. I’ll still be on discord (kinda)...sorry about this being so sudden.

[tankun]

Someone asked about pregnant yoongi and I wonder if you know any fanfic with pregnant kookie?? Thank you! (sorry for the notifications btw:)

It's all good :) I'm always down to answer asks!Unfortunately, I can't answer this one :( I only read bottom!Yoongi + top!Jungkook yoon/kook fics and rec those fics since they are not as popular and in the minority. Someone's gotta spread the love for those unappreciated dynamics! And that someone is me :)

[obsidianreaver]

Leaving Tumblr

Yeah you read right.... More of this can be read under.

So, first of all, I hope everyone’s doing okay and I also want to say hi to new followers *waves* and I’m really sorry for the disappointment for the long while of silence!

After dealing years with this evil devouring depression and I keep getting worse rather than becoming well when I try; it has come to my decision that I’ll be leaving Tumblr. But as for now since I’m not getting any progress in life in general; means that I won’t probably never be able to do anything fun with my characters anymore. I’ve tried, but I’m so mentally tired in general of stuff that I simply can’t find any more joy in what I do anymore.  I’ve also lost major inspiration to even work with my characters and I’m not the person that I was once two years ago, when I first got into the DA fandom. I’ve never regretted becoming a small part of this fanbase.

I’m really sorry that I still haven’t answered or have been drawing, or rather: active for months by now. I still have all the asks even from a year ago, yet I still can’t finish them no matter how hard I want to ;w; You have no idea how happy it makes me to read through the asks and generally have been shown attention to <3<3 You guys are the best.

There are tons of you lovely people out there that I met through the fandom (the people I’ve followed is a bunch of good people <333) and I seriously hope you guys will continue doing your stuff, as it brings such joy to people. Please be well and perhaps one day, I’ll come back. *huggles* 

[la1cized]

um... probably wont be around tonight. saw the face of my bio father for the first time in... 4 years? mild panic attack. and no focus.

if I get sleep and can calm down tomorrow, ill be here.

[haunted-calathea]

The only character I haven't gotten a secret ending with is Scott. UGH I swore after Alex Stardew Valley that I would never choose a himbo again