#time babies

[my-brain-on-mars]

LOOMS

[timelord-emmet]

Children of TimeLord Emmet (so far)

Trolung : First born. Dragon baby made by Cosmic beings for Emmet.

Personal Canon Baby : Meaning i make him canon during roleplays and personal stories as in roleplays with friends we found it funny that a Cosmic entity gave TL Emmet a son as a prank cause he was talking smack or tested fate. Emmet freaked out at first but loves his dragon baby boy.

Citrus. second born , baby ENA/Liminal being, possibly demonic sweetness in nature, finds her Dad fascinating as he can change forms when entering certain realities.

Non-canon Ship Child: Just a bit of fun of an unlikely confusing ship with @liminal-station ‘a character Garrett we did for funsies during some chatting. Now i have a few theories how the two supposedly Ena guys Garrett and TL Emmet (when he enters the Ena world/TimeLine the world turns him into a Ena) would even have such a child, ethier she was made without his knowledge , the two smoochey and some shared data?essence ? or she just popped into existence .

Ethier way she is Mawpa (Mama+Papa) little girl who is still learning her powers.

(Honestly realising my Time Boy is basically becoming Loki with his non human children)

[expectiations]

A night on Darillium lasts 24 years.

Their date 'started' while it was still sunset.

So they at least had 2-ish more years.

Darillium is a planet.

A planet that has morning on one side, evening on the other.

We know the Doctor and River are quite good absolutely brilliant at escaping things. We know they're both selfish when it comes to each other.

Conclusion(s):

They spent more than 24 years on Darillium.

They gleefully transferred to the other side of the planet after the first night was over.

Time tots did not not happen.

[wolfiered23]

"Who are you?!" Ari. Aria. Ariadne. Spoilers.

Hi, so I was inspired to make a mood board for my Doctor Who fic, specifically my main OC, Aria! It's my first ever one, but I love how it turned out!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[gallifreyan-heart]

"Clara! ClaraClaraClaraClaraClara!"

She chuckles softly, "What?"

"They are amazing."

"I know th- wait, they?!!"

The Discord server I'm in is currently obsessed with Whouffaldi babies and it's been a minute since I've done any edits so...

[wayward-wendy]

It certainly changes when you are...

[geekns]

Perfect Manic Sex - chapter 8

She lifted herself to a crouch then stretched, feeling her cramped muscles twitch and clench in protest. There was something rigid on her nose, had been digging into her face as she slept, so she pulled it off her face, setting it behind her on the floor... She was suddenly distracted by motes her movements had stirred up drifting in the light before her. They seemed to swim before her, dancing in the air, then drifting downwards again as a nearby machine clicked into a different direction, pausing in its side to side motion before oscillating back in the other direction only to scatter them once more. Her thoughts tried to escape her in the same way: she was missing words and the world felt as if it had been tipped on its side.

The machine had turned far enough to blow air across her damp flesh, causing minuscule bumps to erupt across her skin, before sliding away again. It was simultaneously soothing and arousing. Her nipples pebbled, and she allowed herself to rub at them distractedly. She inhaled through her open mouth and could taste the intertwining scents of her mate's sweat, her own sweat and slick, the food he had gifted to her. She reached for the food, stuffing salty meat into her face, chasing the taste down with sweet orbs, the flavors of which exploded on her tongue. She consumed everything her mate had provided, gulped down the watery sour-drink, then spread tiny pieces of ice across her chest, against her nipples, between her breasts, one by one. They melted nearly instantaneously upon contact with her flushed skin, joining the sweat that coated her skin within seconds.

She...turned her attention to her mate. He was sleeping peacefully despite the fact that he had blood smeared across his face and hands. She crept closer, fingertips probing at his puffy, purpling nose. Affection rose up in her chest; she didn't know much right now, but she knew she loved his nose. She didn't want him to be in pain or damaged. She pinched the stiff...cartilage bit beneath the skin, gently probed, then pulled. There was a click as the hidden nose parts went back into place. Her mate jerked awake, groaning, panting with the pain of it, and froze beneath her gaze. She brushed her fingertips across his nose once more, golden light dancing across his skin, swelling easing... There. Perfect.

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