#'whouffaldi' was bad but this

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

fashionable arc-nemesis (tn: ex-boyfriends)

[lastofgallifrey]

twelve spending 4.5 billion years punching through a 20ft thick wall of azbantium, a material apparently 400x harder than diamond, dying repeatedly in the process, all so he could get clara back... like whether you see them as platonic or romantic you cannot deny that he quite literally loved her to death

[tardxsblues]

Doctor Who 8.08 || 8.11

[miss-musings]

You would go to hell if she asked…

…and she would.

[camellcat]

during my s9 rewatch I was reminded of this project I made back when I was taking a photography class. while I never planned on sharing it bc it was never as good as I wanted it to be, I thought maybe someone might like it

sadly I don't have the original project file anymore, but it's supposed to be like you can print it out and fold into a little booklet! so here's what it looks like normally

[warlenys]

thinking about macden cat in the wall metaphor but for twelveclara. the cat’s stuck in your wall but it wants to be there. we gotta put a second cat in there. they’ll become codependent then the first one will come out with the second. oh wait ok the second one’s not coming out. they’re both stuck now. they like it in the wall too much. they got too codependent. maybe we could get them out with a bird

[tricksterik]

first post! yaaaaay

my main doctor who otps + live rose reaction. happy valentine's day to them only

[dr-lizortecho]

so who wants to write the Two Weeks Notice Whouffaldi au??? Where the Doctor just can’t function without her and like- they were unknowingly that married couple all along

[personinthepalace]

#there is so much SO MUCH in their body language here#the way they immediately fall back into their usual routine despite the very abnormal situation and the new tension/distance between them#the way this distance is clearly visible in how clara keeps her hands held close to her chest and the doctor's entire posture is kept rigid#the way that despite this distance between them they both still ever-so-slightly-almost-impreceptibly still lean towards each other#and that in that last gif the doctor still seems to be trying to reach out to her...his hand momentarily moving back...#it looks like he's intuitively reaching out for her hand...im not sure hes even aware that hes doing it#anyway i love these repressed bastards#nothing bad happened to them after this right?#they found the tardis and continued traveling together same old same old thats how i remember that episode ending via @bluerthanthetardis

DOCTOR WHO Hell Bent

[lifblogs]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @just-here-with-my-thoughts (I feel so honored, thank you! And I really am dying to read Welcome to the Outpost.)

These answers will probably involve a range of fandoms.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

647.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,850,510

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily The Bad Batch now, maybe Clone Wars here and there. My fandom writing migrates. Used to be Doctor Who, then Supernatural, then The Clone Wars, and Rebels.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Apparently my top 5 are fics I don’t even care about anymore. *sigh* Not providing links because of how meh I am about these.

1. Morningstar (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina),

2. Take Me Home (I actually didn’t realize this was in my top 5), it’s a Supernatural fic),

3. Take Me to Church (Supernatural),

4. Deal (I believe this is an Avatar: The Last Airbender crack fic based off of incorrect quotes), and

5. Ineffable (Good Omens).

5. Do you respond to comments?

Most definitely!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely either Bleeding Reality, or In the Dark.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely May I Have This Dance? Oh, how I adore that fic. I wrote it based on art I love so much, and the artist even let me put their art in the fic!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Used to years ago, so now I still feel dread in the pit of my stomach when I get an AO3 comment email. The dread thankfully doesn’t show up all the time now.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, hell yeah, I do! Not sure about what kind. It’s just, I don’t know, smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not.

11. Which fic are you proud of but wish had gotten a bigger response from your readers?

Maybe The World Goes Cold? But I am maybe releasing chapters too slowly, so I guess it makes sense the response isn’t as big.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think I’ve had a couple translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried to do so with my brother a couple of times, but we never finished them. I don’t think either of us really understand how the co-writing process works.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh, I always feel the most when I think about or see anything involving Whoufflé/Whouffaldi from Doctor Who. They were my OTP from 2013 to 2016. Might still be the case!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

You know, I had ones I did want to finish, but now, I’m not even sure I want to.

Still, I guess Blackout, and Three Birds, One Stone held a lot of my attention for a few years. But with the fic content now being triggering for me, and with a brain injury, I feel as if I may have moved on.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told my descriptions are incredibly visceral, and I might agree. I’ve been on the edge of my seat or emotional more than a few times during my editing process. I also like to consider the fact that I’m writing at all a strength given I have a brain injury that gives me memory problems and aphasia.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, I’d say say the memory problems and aphasia cause some weaknesses. I have caught a couple weirdly-worded errors and it’s slightly embarrassing. Does Omega shredding my outline multiple times count as a weakness? lol I suppose another weakess is spelling and forgetting words and struggling to find the right words. I often have to look things up. But as far as things like description, dialogue… I’m not sure I struggle there.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’d take a crack at French! I used to be able to read and write in French very easily.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Lord of the Rings. I was 8.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Brother, Hold Me Up, and it’s still going!

Tagging: @evilwriter37, @envydean, @cascigarette, and @clownery-and-fuckery

[the-immortal-redshirt]

Heart of Ice: Chapter 2: Desperate Measures

Answering a psychic call for help, The Doctor and Clara find themselves on an extinct planet where the only survivors are frozen from a last-ditch experiment gone wrong. When the minds of the survivors take over Clara's body, the Doctor is faced with a terrible decision- to sacrifice himself to save the person he loves. (Whouffaldi/TwelveClara, T for violence, minor horror)

Read it on AO3

Read it on FF.net

Chapter 2: Desperate Measures

Opening their minds, the Doctor and Clara faced the ghosts. Their images became clearer, no longer transparent. The Ergellian closest to them extended a scaly yellow talon in their direction like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. Despair was evident on his face. “Please,” he spoke in a trembling voice. “Doctor, save us. We were told you could help us.”

The Doctor stood his ground, unsure if the spirits were friendly. “What happened?” he asked, pointing back into the direction of the cleanroom with his thumb.

“A virus escaped from a lab and wiped out our entire planet in a matter of days,” the Ergellian mulled solemnly. “All evacuations failed. There was just no time.”

“My comrades and I,” he motioned to the others behind him, “unable to find a cure, attempted to save our lives, and our race, by freezing ourselves in these experimental cryotubes. Extreme temperatures kill the virus.”

“It worked, the virus is extinct,” the shimmering apparition said with no joy in his voice. “But so is everyone else. We are the last of our species.”

“But something went wrong,” the Doctor held out his sonic screwdriver. “I scanned you. Your cells–”

“We know,” the Ergellian remorsed. “If we thaw, we die.” Reaching out to the side, he stroked the sealed pod where his body stood frozen. “We can never leave these tubes.”

“What's your name?” Clara asked softly. She felt bad for the feathered beings. They were so desperate to survive that they had accidentally doomed themselves to an eternity of icy imprisonment. Nobody deserved a fate like that.

“My name is Axious Kaj,” he placed a clawed hand over his plumaged chest, “lead scientist of this facility.”

He pointed back towards the lineup of chambers. “These cryotubes were never meant to house people, only to store frozen specimens. We tried to retrofit them, but obviously we were unsuccessful.” Meeting the Doctor’s gaze, the feathery man pleaded for his life. “Please help us. We are the last of our kind.”

The Doctor squeezed Clara’s hand, silently asking for guidance. He had no flashcards for this situation. There was no good way to tell them that they were doomed. He dropped his head in shame. He knew something about being the last of a species. He had never felt so helpless.

Raising his head with a long sigh, he looked the Ergellians in the eyes, the hopeful look on their faces cutting him to the core. “I'm sorry,” he shifted uncomfortably. “There's nothing I can do. The damage has already been done.”

“Legend says you can travel in time,” Axious pressed, undeterred. His voice took on an anguished note. “I beg you, go back in time. Prevent this from happening. Save my people.”

Every now and then, the Doctor could save somebody, so long as their death was not a fixed point in time, but an entire planet was out of the question. The ramifications of meddling with fate in such a major way could shatter the web of time itself. As much as he wanted to help, his hands were tied.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized, frowning sympathetically. “But I can’t.”

“Then you can help us in another way,” the scientist resolved. A dark look flashed across the psychic projection of his face.

[chaotic-pulsar]

ough. face the raven. oughhhhhhhhhh.

Twelve saying "stay with me" makes me want to sob for a million years

My second favourite doctor saying "run" to my second favourite companion in their very first moment together and my first favourite doctor saying "don't run" to my first favourite companion in their very last moment together, oh life certainly does feel poetic right now

(I am sobbing)

[miss-musings]

Crosshair and Omega as “Doctor Who” 12/Clara quotes

*Crosshair and Omega meeting up with Rex and his Clone Underground on Teth*

Crosshair: This is Omega. She’s not my assistant. She’s my — some other word…

Omega: I’m his carer.

Crosshair: Yeah. My carer. She cares so I don’t have to.

***

*Crosshair wearing some stinky-ass clothes he stole from an alleyway in Lau*

*Omega clearing her throat and trying not to cough from the absolute stank in the air*

Crosshair: What’s wrong?

Omega, sassy AF: I don’t know. Maybe the smell.

Crosshair, totally oblivious: I know. It’s everywhere.

***

*everyone is gathered around Shep’s table, holding hands*

Crosshair: I’m not very good with this holding hands thing.

*Omega takes his hand and brings him into the circle*

Crosshair: I will hold Omega’s hand, but that’s it.

***

*Omega visits Pabu after serving in the Rebellion for several months*

Crosshair, running out to her then stopping and giving her a thumbs up: I’m not a hugger.

*Crosshair runs the rest of the way and then picks her up and spins her around*

Crosshair: This is not a hug!!!

***

*Crosshair and Omega are pulling a Seven Samurai with a group of civilians on Pabu*

Crosshair: Who here has ever held a sword in battle?

*Crosshair raises his hand, but no one else does except Omega*

*Crosshair looks at her surprised but impressed*

***

Crosshair, reuniting with Omega on Pabu during the finale: I’ve missed you, Omega BadBatch.

Omega: Well, don’t worry, you daft, old man. I’m not going anywhere.

***

*Imperials catch Crosshair and Omega on Lau and ask them why they’re there*

Crosshair: Uh… We’re here to…

Omega: We’re here to … uh…

Crosshair and Omega, simultaneously: Assess…

Omega: … stress…

Crosshair: Stress.

***

*finding a scary cave on Pabu*

Crosshair: Hold my hand.

Omega: I’m OK.

Crosshair, probably having Tantiss flashbacks: I’m not.

*she takes his hand*

***

*Crosshair and Omega investigating some shenanigans on Pabu*

Omega: I’m good cop. You’re bad cop.

Crosshair: No, no, no. We don’t have — Wait. Why can’t I be the good cop?

Omega: Crosshair, we’ve discussed this.

*she points to his trademark scowl*

Omega: Your face.

Crosshair, like he legitimately forgot: Oh yeah…

***

*Hemlock holding Omega and Crosshair on Tantiss, but it’s really low-stakes bc they could escape at any time*

Crosshair to Hemlock: You’re out of your depth, sir. Never try to control a control-freak.

Omega, definitely upset: Ugh! I am not a control-freak!!!

Crosshair: Yes, ma’am.

***

*Crosshair and Omega are trying to get Batcher to behave*

Omega: Tell her she’s special.

Crosshair: Have you gone bananas?

***

*Omega teaching Crosshair how to meditate*

Crosshair: I used to have a teacher exactly like you.

Omega: You still do. Pay attention.

***

Hemlock, seeing Omega and Crosshair side-by-side for the first time: And he’s not a killer assassin. … He’s … your dad!! Your space dad!

*Omega and Crosshair are surprised he finally figured it out*

[camellcat]

hey guys. whouffaldi. what the fuck

[randomthunk]

As I sit munching my toast and drinking coffee, looking at my morning rounds of Tumblr tags, I have a moment of peace where I'm so glad Whouffaldi's heyday was 10 years ago, so that I didn't have to deal with some teeny bopper on TikTok trying to lecture me, a grown ass woman, about why my ship is """""toxic""""" and Bad, Actually.

[dr-lizortecho]

Re the fic asks

6 7 8

Sorry, two of these are gonna be rnm but I did dig far enough back for a Doctor Who fic (which I think is our only fandom overlap?)

A fic that made you smile on a bad day

Literally! Was having the worst day, and saw this fic pop up and it was just so perfect and sweet and hilarious! What an I’m imbecile! What an ultramoron! by @maeglinthebold

A fic that makes you think #writergoals

Dealing with Knights by @ladynox and @beautifulcheat and honestly all of their co-written and individual fic! Like check out Surreal Estate, Rough Stock, and The Truth is Right Here (no need to be knowledgeable on the fandom tbh)

A fic that gives you warm fuzzy feelings

He’s Got a Theory About the Universe (It Exists in Her Smile) by midnightxgarden super sweet Whouffaldi but also like they are such dorks