#post-chosen

[regenderate-fic]

Working It Out

Fandom: Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Ships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers Characters: Yasmin Khan, Faith Lehane, Buffy Summers, Thirteenth Doctor Rating: General Series: Ready to Be Strong Word Count: 4,100 Other Tags: Crossover, Vampire Slayer Yaz, Post-Chosen, Vampire Slayers, Post-Legend of the Sea Devils, Relationship Advice Read on AO3

Summary: After the moment on the beach, Yaz needs to talk to someone.

She chooses her long-time mentor, Faith.

(Technically a sequel to my Slayer Yaz fic but you can read it on its own.)

NOTES: this au is everything to me just so you all know

Yaz is at the TARDIS console, trying to see the controls through the film of tears in her eyes. Dan’s standing behind her somewhere, and the Doctor’s in her periphery, hovering just far enough away that Yaz can pretend to ignore her. 

Yaz’s body is moving now, separate from her mind, and it’s a good thing she’s practiced taking off in the TARDIS, a good thing she’s learned the exact amount of pressure for every button, every lever, or else she’d be pulling bits off the console right now. But her body knows better— it takes her around the console, setting a time and a place—

“Oh, not Sheffield, then?” It’s the Doctor’s voice, forcing itself to be light, stilted in its casualty, and Yaz’s shoulders tense.

“No,” she says, and leaves it at that. The TARDIS starts its grinding, and Yaz brings it in for the landing. There’s a thud as she hits her target.

She turns to the Doctor.

“Don’t leave.”

She catches the beginning of the Doctor’s nod, and then she turns, managing a steady walk out of the TARDIS.

She’s parked in London, just outside a concrete brick of an office building. It’s unassuming from the outside— there’s no name, no logo. 

It doesn’t need one. The people who know what it is require no explanation; to the rest of London, it’s best kept secret. 

Yaz has been here once before, when she was just barely eighteen, to participate in a rite-of-passage-slash-yearly-tradition-slash-combat-tournament. It’s not exactly a frequent haunt for her, but she’s ninety percent sure it’s where she needs to be right now.

She pushes open the door. She enters into an empty antechamber; there’s a buzz on the surface of her skin, courtesy of the spell that checks each visitor for harmful intent. Yaz’s intentions pass muster, and the door in front of her unlocks. 

She enters the lobby. It’s crowded in here, full of Slayers, witches, Watchers, even a few demons. She has to sidestep a twelve-foot-tall figure that seems to be oozing out of every pore, and then she's at the reception desk, faced with a young woman with bright eyes and shiny black hair. 

“Hello,” she chirps. “Can I help you?”

“I need to talk to Faith.” Yaz tries to hide the desperation in her voice. 

“Do you have an appointment?” the woman asks. Her accent is London. 

“No,” Yaz says. “Can you call her?” She's reasonably sure Faith is here, if only because she trusts the TARDIS to take her where she needs to go. 

The woman looks Yaz up and down. “Who should I say is here?”

“Tell her it's Yaz Khan,” Yaz says. “Sheffield chapter.” And then, because she's desperate: “Please?”

The woman picks up the phone. Yaz listens as it rings once, twice, three times, and then a rough voice comes through on the other end. Yaz can't quite hear what it's saying— she listens to the receptionist's side of the conversation with trepidation. 

“Faith? I've got a Kaz Khan here to see you.”

“ Yaz ,” Yaz growls. 

The woman eyes Yaz. “ Yaz Khan. Says she's Sheffield chapter. Seems a bit unstable, if you ask me.”

Yaz doesn't hear Faith's response, but a moment later the receptionist puts down the phone and turns back to Yaz. 

“Tenth floor,” she says. “Turn right after the elevator, another right at the end of the hall, it's the last door on the left.”

“Thanks,” Yaz blurts, and she runs to the elevator. 

She's already a bit light-headed from holding in her tears, and the elevator doesn't help— by the time she gets to the tenth floor she feels more wobbly than ever. Still, she makes it to the last door on the left, which is marked, “Faith Lehane,” in big letters, and, “Slayer Coordinator,” in smaller letters underneath. Yaz fidgets, suddenly feeling like this was all a bad idea, but she's already announced her presence— she can't turn back now. She knocks on the door. 

“Come in!” Faith's voice calls, muffled through the door. 

Yaz pushes her way inside. Faith is sitting at a cluttered desk, sorting through papers; when Yaz comes in, she looks up, frowning. Yaz is sure she looks a mess— she’s still dressed for China two hundred years ago, and her hair is falling out of its bun, and she knows her face is stained with tears. 

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I shouldn't have disturbed you. This was silly.” She shuffled backwards. 

“Hold on a second,” Faith says. She stands up, stepping out from behind the desk. “What's going on? We haven't seen you in months, and now you're crying in my office.”

“Sorry,” Yaz says again. “I wasn't thinking clearly.”

Faith sighed. “C'mon, sit down and tell me what's going on. I'll make tea or something. British people like tea, right?”

“Er— I guess so.”

“All right.” Faith gets up and moves to a little table in the corner of the room, where there's an electric kettle and a few boxes of tea and various hot drink mixes haphazardly stacked. She flips a switch on the kettle and goes back to sit behind her desk. 

Yaz sits too, in one of the armchairs Faith has in front of the desk— it's more comfortable than she expects, from a chair in someone's office, and she finds herself sinking into it. 

“You’ve got B to thank for the chairs,” Faith says, leaning back in her own seat. “I would’ve just had plain wood, but, you know. She’s a bit of a princess.” She pauses. Her expression shifts: she’s serious now, all business.  “All right, Yaz. Spit it out.”

Yaz flounders. Now she's here, she doesn't know where to start. There's so much context to her relationship with the Doctor— and she never told any of the Slayers about it. It’s always been just hers. 

“I'm in love with my best friend,” she tries, and yeah, that about sums it up, doesn't it? All the time travel aside. 

Understanding dawned on Faith's face. “And she doesn't like you back?”

“No,” Yaz says. “I mean— I think she does. It's complicated. Because of who she is.”

“Who is she?” Faith asks. “Another Slayer?”

Yaz shakes her head. “She's sort of an alien?”

Faith stares, then bursts into a stunned laugh. “She's what ?”

“She's not from Earth,” Yaz says. “She's, like, thousands of years old or something. I've been traveling with her for—” She frowns, trying to add up the time. “Seven years?”

Faith tilts her head to the side. “Seven years? I never did pass a math class, but—”

“Er— she sort of travels in time.” Yaz hesitates. “Technically we were separated for four years of that.” Her tears are starting to flow, and she can't stop the words from falling out of her mouth in a rush. “And I just got back, and Dan— my other best friend— pointed out I was in love with her, and I am , but she doesn't want to get hurt, and I missed her so much , and for a second I thought— I thought we might get somewhere— and now I don't know what to do.”

The water has finished heating, and Faith is in the corner, filling two mugs. “Hold that thought,” she says. “Do you do milk and sugar?” 

Yaz blinks. “Er— a bit of milk, not much sugar.”

“Cool.” Faith opens a minifridge and splashes some milk into both the mugs, and then she grabs a few packs of sugar and brings one of the mugs and one of the sugars to Yaz. 

“Thanks,” Yaz says. 

Faith sits down in the other armchair now, her body angled towards Yaz. 

“Look, Yaz,” she says, “let's start from the beginning. What's this chick’s name?”

“She goes by the Doctor.”

Faith's expression changes immediately. “The Doctor? Like, the Doctor?”

“Er— yeah?” Yaz frowns. “D’you know her?”

“Not personally.” Faith shakes her head. “She's one of our biggest mysteries. Every so often, we get called to a scene, and it turns out some Doctor's already been there. We've never been able to figure out who it is, or if it's one person or a bunch. I think the working theory is it's a group of vampires or something. But if you say she’s an alien…” Faith trails off. “Damn. Dawn’s gonna be so mad I figured it out first.”

“There's only one of her, but I think she can change her face,” Yaz says.

“You think ?” Faith raises an eyebrow. 

Yaz glances away, her eyes trained on the wood grain on Faith’s desk. “That’s sort of part of the problem. I know she cares about me, but she won’t tell me anything.”

Faith leans back in her chair, and she laughs. Yaz stares, and Faith waves a hand. “You know, kid, I’ve got some experience with that sort of thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Faith sits forward again, leaning on her elbows. She’s all sharp angles, the way she’s sitting now. “I mean, I can’t speak for what it’s like to be a time-traveling alien. But I know what it’s like not to share stuff.” She shakes her head. “Took me years to get with B. I mean, years past the bit when we were both adults and not at each other’s throats all the time. But we were always together, you know? We could’ve gone our separate ways. Worked in different countries, all that. We didn’t. We stayed here. We even lived together.”

“What happened?” Yaz asks. She’s holding her tea in both hands, her legs crossed on the chair. 

“We got closer,” Faith says. “Inseparable, really. She knew everything about me. I knew everything about her. Took us a while, you know. Had to build trust.” She blew out a puff of air. “‘Course, I was in love with her since I was sixteen. Off and on, but it was always there in the background. But I never would’ve said it to her. Never thought she would want me. Honestly, I always figured she shouldn’t want me, considering everything I’ve done.” A smile stretches on Faith’s face: Yaz wonders whether she even knows it’s there. “And then one day, we were just sort of sitting on the couch, watching some show, and Buffy looked over at me and said, ‘You know what? Enough is enough,’ and she grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me right on the lips. Beginning of a beautiful relationship.”

“What did you do?” Yaz prods. 

Faith laughs. “I asked her what the hell she thought she was doing. And then she got all flustered, and then I got all flustered, which was sort of embarrassing. You know, since I’m usually so cool and collected.” There’s a dry wit in her tone. She shrugs. “B just said she was tired of waiting.”

“I could never do that,” Yaz says right away. “Not— not with the Doctor.”

There’s a moment of silence. Faith looks at Yaz over her desk. “Look,” she says. “I don’t know the full story. But you like her, don’t you?”

Yaz nods. 

“And she likes you?” Faith checks.

“I think so.” 

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

Yaz looks down at the mug of tea in her hands. “She said she doesn’t date, but if she did, she’d date me. And then she said she couldn’t attach herself to anyone ‘cause she’d get hurt.” She took a deep breath. “The thing is, she’s sort of right. She lives longer than humans. Like, I think she’s thousands of years old. I don’t know if she even can die.”

Faith tilts her head back and laughs. “Oh, I should get Buffy in here.” 

Yaz frowns. “Buffy?”

“Hang on.” Faith pulls out a cell phone and taps at the screen. “I think she’s in today.”

Sure enough, a few seconds later, there’s a knock on the door, and Buffy comes in. She’s wearing a tank top and jeans, and she perches herself lithely on the edge of Faith’s desk. “What’s up?”

“B, you remember Yaz?” 

Buffy looks at Yaz curiously. “Sheffield?”

Yaz nods. 

“Cool. What brings you here?”

“Er—”

“Her future girlfriend’s time machine,” Faith says with a laugh.

Buffy frowns. “Explain?”

“Yaz here has gone and fallen in love with a time traveling alien,” Faith says. “Who can’t die.”

Understanding dawns on Buffy’s face. “Tell me more.”

Yaz repeats what she’s already said to Faith— it’s her best friend, they’ve been traveling together for seven years, Yaz is in love with her but she won’t reciprocate for fear of getting hurt. Buffy nods along, and when Yaz finishes, she looks up at the ceiling, gathering her thoughts before she speaks. 

“You both sound pretty repressed,” she says. 

“I guess we are.” Yaz focuses on the feeling of the mug in her hands, the warm ceramic. “I don’t know. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“But it sounds like right now you’re both hurting anyway.” Buffy shrugs. “Look, I think Faith brought me in here ‘cause of how my first boyfriend was a vampire—”

“He what ?” 

“She doesn’t like to talk about it,” Faith says, a wicked grin on her face.

Buffy gives her a mock glare as she continues. “—but I really don’t think this is the same. For one thing, you’re an adult. For another, she’s not going to go evil on you.” She tilts her head. “Is she going to go evil on you?”

“I don’t— think so?”

“Well, that’s always a bonus.” Buffy pauses. “I guess the thing is, though, if you’re both hurting, something’s got to give. Like, with Angel—”

“ Angel ?” Yaz asks. She’s heard of Angel. Everyone’s heard of Angel. He’s not part of the Slayers, but he works with them— he’s a bit of a legend. Well, not unlike Buffy and Faith, except Yaz met Faith before she knew she was a legend, so she knows they’re just people. Angel, though— he’s a vampire, but he’s good, and he doesn’t really socialize with the Slayers, so he retains an air of mystery. “Your first boyfriend was Angel ?”

Buffy grimaces. “Yeah, don’t remind me.” She hesitates. “He’s a good guy. But my point is, I was so in love with him, but whenever we were together, it just hurt . It wasn’t worth it. And I was never going to leave him, but there wasn’t anything I could do to make it not hurt, either.” She shrugs. “Something’s gotta give, you know?”

“Huh. Maybe.” Yaz turns the problem over in her mind. There are tears at the edges of her eyes again, but she ignores them. “I don’t think it would hurt now. I think she’s worried about it hurting later. When she loses me.”

Faith and Buffy exchange a look.

“She’s going to lose you a lot faster if she keeps herself all repressed like that,” Buffy says.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” Yaz asks, shaking her head. “I just—” She gulps back a sob. “I don’t know. It’s been a weird few days.”

“You’ll be all right,” Buffy says. “I mean, come on. You’ve survived how many demons? You can get through some relationship drama.” 

“Suppose I can,” Yaz says miserably. 

“You’ve just got to make it clear to her what the options are,” Buffy adds. “Like, either she’s got to unrepress, or else she’s going to lose you. And then you’ll both be hurt for no reason.” 

Yaz takes a deep breath. “But what if she doesn’t want me that much?”

“Trust me,” Faith says. “She definitely does.”

Yaz swallows. “Thanks.” She sets her mug on Faith’s desk. “I’ll tell her she’s got to come back and meet you properly. If this next bit goes well, anyway.”

“Why was that?” Buffy asked Faith, her voice quiet.

“Turns out Yaz’s friend is the Doctor,” Faith replies.

Buffy bursts into laughter. “Really? We’ve been trying to figure out who the Doctor is for years and we find out because one of our Slayers is having a relationship crisis? Dawn’s going to be so jealous.”

“I’d better get back to her,” Yaz says. “I sort of— left in a hurry.” She replays her last moments in the TARDIS in her mind, cringing to think of the Doctor’s open-mouthed confusion as she ran out. But— she needed to talk things through, and now she has. “Thanks for talking to me. I know you’re busy.”

“Nah, not that busy,” Faith says.

Buffy hits her shoulder, and Faith pokes Buffy’s arm in return. 

“Yeah, well, thanks,” Yaz says, before Faith and Buffy can devolve into full-on Slayer sparring. She doesn’t want to know what the floor of this office has seen. She stands. “Really. Thanks.”

“No problem,” Faith says. “Tell me how it goes, all right?”

“‘Course. I’ll see you soon, probably.” Yaz pulls a face. “Or not. The Doctor’s ship isn’t always the best at landings.” 

“Can’t wait.” 

Yaz leaves the office. She goes back down the elevator and through the lobby, nervous energy bubbling in her stomach. It’s with full certainty but no small amount of worry that she marches out the door and back into the TARDIS.

The Doctor is standing at the console, her face relaxed into the deep sadness she always wears when she thinks Yaz isn’t looking. 

“Doctor,” Yaz says, still from the door. 

The Doctor looks up. 

“Yaz,” she says. For once, she hasn’t put on a false cheer— her expression is still relaxed, still sad. “Are you—”

But she cuts off as Yaz starts walking towards her, stepping in long, deliberate strides. She barely has enough time to process the Doctor’s surprise, her wide eyes, her half-open mouth, before she takes the Doctor’s face in both her hands and crashes their mouths together in a kiss.

For a moment, nothing happens, and Yaz’s heart drops. This was a mistake. It’s a horrible mistake. What was she doing, listening to Buffy and Faith? What do they know? Sure, they’re happy together, but they don’t know the Doctor. They don’t even really know Yaz.

But all those thoughts happen in a split second, and a second later, the Doctor’s hands land, tentative, gentle, on Yaz’s waist, and her mouth starts moving against Yaz’s. A breath leaves Yaz before she can stop it, and some part of her releases a tension she’s sure she’s been holding for the last twenty-seven years. She lets her arms loop around the Doctor’s neck, and their mouths glide against each other. The kiss is slow, delicate: Yaz is terrified with every passing moment that the Doctor will pull away, but she doesn’t. Even when they start to pull apart, they both keep going back in, their lips meeting again, and again, and again. Tears are running down Yaz’s face, and she lets them, lets herself release all the emotion she’s been carrying for the last seven years.

Finally, Yaz pulls back. The Doctor’s eyes are still closed, her lips still parted. 

“Yaz,” she breathes, and her eyes open to reveal some mix of exhaustion and panic and— something approaching want. “I—” Her cheeks, like Yaz’s, are wet with tear tracks. Instinctively, Yaz lets one hand rest on her cheek, her thumb swiping over the Doctor’s tears.

“I want to be with you, Doctor,” she says. “And—” She swallows. “I can’t do that if we’re going to keep tiptoeing around each other. All right?”

The Doctor nods.

“You said you didn’t want to get hurt,” Yaz continues. Her voice is quiet, steady. “But Doctor, we’re both getting hurt the way things are going. So— if you want me, you’ve got me. And if you don’t—”

“I want you,” the Doctor says quickly. She’s fidgeting, but she makes no move to step away— no move even to drop her hands from Yaz’s waist. “Yaz, you don’t even know. I—” She breaks eye contact to look up at the ceiling, her breath coming out in a short puff. “I think about you,” she says. “All the time. I worry about you. You leave the room for a minute and I start to miss you. It’s just—” Her breath shakes. “It’s so much for me to feel, all at once. And feeling it, and knowing I can’t— I can’t keep it—”

“But you have it now,” Yaz says, her voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper. She’s waited, so long, to hear the Doctor say how she feels; there’s something warm in her to hear it now. 

The Doctor swallows. She lowers her gaze to meet Yaz’s again, and Yaz can’t help her sharp intake of breath at the sheer emotion in the Doctor’s eyes. The last time she saw the Doctor like this— it was on Gallifrey, probably, when the Doctor’s defenses had been forced down, when seeing her felt like a gross breach of privacy. But now— 

There’s no mortal danger now. No Master to put the Doctor through— whatever he put her through. If she didn’t want Yaz to see her like this, she could just leave, retreat through the corridors until she’s pulled herself together.

But she hasn’t.

She’s letting Yaz see her. And Yaz does. 

“Doctor,” she breathes. 

“Okay,” the Doctor finally says. She lets her head fall forward again, her arms snaking around Yaz’s waist until their bodies are pressed together. One of her hands slides up, tangles itself in the base of Yaz’s falling-apart bun. She hovers, millimeters away from Yaz, for a long moment. “I think—” she begins, and Yaz can feel her swallow. “I think I’m tired of denying myself.”

Yaz whispers a laugh. “Me too.” She lets her hand slide through the Doctor’s hair, letting the gentle pressure push the Doctor forward. Yaz’s eyes slip shut as the Doctor’s lips meet hers once more.

It’s impossible to say how much time has passed when they break apart. 

Yaz is already smiling, and the Doctor is smiling back, both of them halfway to laughter. Yaz can’t stop looking at the Doctor, can’t take her hands away, can’t stop thinking about how warm and soft and hers the Doctor is. They fall into a hug, swaying next to the console, and then Yaz’s hands slide down the Doctor’s arms and she steps back, the Doctor’s hands clasped in hers. 

“Just so you know, I might’ve promised Faith I’d bring you to meet her,” Yaz says.

“Oh, that’s where you went.” The Doctor knows about Yaz’s Slayer life, in passing— Yaz has mentioned Faith a few times before, mostly in the context of combat technique. “I couldn’t figure it out.”

Yaz nods. “Apparently they’ve been wondering who you are for years.”

The Doctor pulls Yaz in again, wrapping an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss against her hair. Yaz’s heart leaps. 

“Suppose we’ll have to tell them.”

The TARDIS lands in a corner of Faith’s office the very next day. Yaz and the Doctor step out, holding hands. They’ve both had a chance to change their clothes: Yaz is back in her favorite leather jacket, her hair braided back, and the Doctor’s got her striped T-shirt and braces. Just as they landed, the Doctor puffed out her chest and said, “Don’t say the TARDIS can’t stick a landing,” and Yaz replied, “Not sure the evidence is in your favor,” and now they’re both laughing as they step out the doors. 

And then they stop short. The office is full— Faith is at the desk, Buffy sitting across her lap, and the chairs are occupied by two women, one with long brown hair, the other with a flouncy ginger bob, and an older man in a waistcoat and jacket is leaning against the back wall. 

“Hey, there, Yaz,” Faith says, giving a lazy wave. “This your girl?”

Yaz almost laughs to hear the Doctor described as anyone’s girl. “Technically,” she says, squeezing the Doctor’s hand. “Doctor, say hi to Faith.”

“Hi, Faith!” 

“This is the Doctor?” The brown-haired woman stares. “You know you’ve been confounding our research for years now.”

“Have I?” The Doctor scrunches her face into a confused expression. “Sounds like me, anyway.”

“How does that box work?” the redhead asks. “Is it magic?”

The Doctor waves a hand. “Sort of. Not really. You could call it that.”

“It’s quite marvelous,” the older man says— the only British person in the room, Yaz realizes. 

“Yeah, the box is pretty great,” Faith says, “but I think we’re missing the most important question.” She raises her eyebrows at Yaz. “Did you work it out?”

Yaz feels a grin expand across her face as she looks at the Doctor. 

“Yeah,” she says. “We did.”

#doctor who #my fic #fanfiction #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #thasmin #thirteen x yaz #btvs #fuffy #faith x buffy #short #crossover #ready to be strong #buffy the vampire slayer #post-chosen #post-lotsd #slayer au #relationship advice

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

#now. how on earth do i begin to tag this. um. #link #loz #totk #totk spoilers #light dragon #dragon link #loz au #totk roleswap au #there . i'll add more if they come to me LOL #um i can talk about some of my insps i guess?? might make another post too #so mostly i just dont really like turning him into 'light dragon but male' and giving him slightly darker colours or something like that #this also obviously isnt exactly like the botw dragons either though and its a bit more of a mix of other creature concepts i enjoy #since everyone agrees he'd have a farosh horn i wanted to make him a kirin/unicorn :) which is why his tail looks like that #aside from the obvious eastern dragon insps and what ive picked and chosen from the botw dragons #and obviously this looks a lot like wolf link. thats on purpose #i wanted to give him some fierce deity design refs too but because this is so dark/earthy they didnt look very fitting #but honestly you could do a whole fierce deity dragon design on its own i think #okay lots of tags but IVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE. okay. let me have this. #my art

[thehappyvet]

Where do people get this misconception that every single wildlife case at a vet clinic is euthanased so it's better to not take them in even if they're obviously hurt or sick and in need of treatment?!?!

Friendly reminder that a member of the public should not be able to easily pick up or catch a wild animal. We are not in a disney movie. If you can pick it up*, 80% of the time its extremely hurt or sick.

Wildlife, and most animals for that matter, do not show pain as humans do. That does not mean they are not in pain and suffering.

Veterinarians only euthanase wild animals that are suffering from extreme injury or illness, or animals that would stress themselves to death in a hospital setting that cannot be released and survive in the wild with their issue.

We do euthanase some animals, but that's because it's the best welfare decision for that animal and its specific problem.

Maybe trust the professionals trained in providing treatment to animals instead of some Karen on Facebook who demonises vets because she can't understand a bird with multiple wing and shoulder fractures is very unlikely to regain flight and return to the wild and her plan of keeping it means it will live a life of chronic pain and suffering.

*Disclaimer: If you live in a country where diseases such as rabies are endemic, you should not handle wildlife at all if you are not trained or vaccinated. This post is not recommending members of the public handle wildlife in any country.

#vetblr #vetmed #wildlife vet #this post is not insinuating you should even pick up wildlife #noting if youre in a country with rabies obviously dont touch anything and call the respective service #however in australia we are extremely lucky to have minimal fatal infectious diseases in our wildlife #the point of this is euthanasia is a viable treatment option in some cases and its carefully chosen

[rad-roche]

how to hit your guys with the crust rays

a friend of mine was having trouble with a character of hers, he was middle-aged but looked too young, so she came to me for help. i'm something of a middle-aged-man-fan so i whipped up this quick thing to help her out. it might be useful to somebody out there so i'll share it here too!

#rochedotpng #art tutorial #just a general guideline i go by #i pick up the man. i cromple him like the paper. i smooth him out. #edit: it's future roche i should point out don't apply all these at once lmao #this guy isn't middle aged just pick a few of these and sprinkle em on #if i knew this post would blow up i'd have chosen my words carefully. lesson learned lesson learned

[mozquito]

WE R SO BACK

#im going to be Real with u guys IDK what to put in these tags #ik i missed many events but. happy birthday gravityfalls hppy birthday uncle pines twins & happy birthday SOON to dipper mabel AND miku!!!! #gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #mason pines #uk wat!!! we should all start tagging dipper's chosen name #fiddleford mcgucket #ford pines #wendy corduroy #soos ramirez #no stan post 2day.. ran out of ideas :( #sining

[hycinthrt]

his job is just betray

#turns out it was not in fact the last the chosen post #luke ate that whole tiktok im sorry #de hyacinth #art #illustration #the chosen #the chosen tv series #the chosen tv show #judas the chosen #judas #judas iscariot #luke dimyan #cw religion #christianity #judas posting

[ominouspuff]

Downtime with the disaster lineage

#fan art #artists on tumblr #star wars fanart #star wars: the clone wars #fix it au #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #Post-War Vacay with the buds #Anakin doesn’t fall -au #no order 66 #within a few moments of this image Obi-Wan lifted all the remaining petals and dunked them on Anakin which started a war #That Anakin won because chosen ones are OP #Rex continued filming and sharing to the group channel containing all the ex-commanders of the ex-GAR on their own respective vacays

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

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The cover is a two page spread set in Clockwork’s lair, the Long Now. The colour palette is predominantly navy blue, teal, and green with limited yellow accents. The Long Now has a cobblestone floor with the stones radiating out from a central dais on the right side of the page that supports Clockwork’s main viewing portal. In the bottom left corner, half of a large gear protrudes through the floor. A swarm of semi-transparent, light green blob ghosts traverse in a gentle curve across the bottom of the left page. On the right page they are hidden behind clockwork but a few can be seen near the dais’ base.

In front of the viewing portal, Clockwork is reclined in an old-fashioned armchair with his back to the audience, his spectral tail lazily draped across the floor. Holding a TV remote in his outstretched right hand, he looks over his shoulder with a serene, or perhaps even mischievous, grin. His main viewing portal displays the zine title, “Reality Trip”. “A Danny Phantom Zine” appears on the back of his armchair.

Visible beyond Clockwork, and behind his viewer, is a wall of dark gears that vary in size. Behind the gears, small patches of green are visible evoking the ghost zone beyond. The gears take up a majority of the two page spread, arranged roughly in three rows. They are framed by dark blue, crumbling stone columns at the far left edge, slightly left of center, and the far right. The center of each gear displays a different Danny Phantom AU. The AU’s are as follows:

Top row, left to right:

Portal Danny. A stream of ghosts pour out of Danny's chest and mouth. His head is thrown back with solid green eyes. Blue Danny/Phantom starts to look like Dan. Facing right, the top half of Danny’s face is obscured by white, flaming hair. His skin is “blue”, (it is technically teal), he has pointed ears and fangs. Astronaut AU. An astronaut suit posing in front of an American Flag. Mermaid/merman AU. A dark, scaly mer tail twisted over itself with a light fin at the end. Inverse Trio. Tucker is the halfa, Danny is the goth, and Sam is the nerd. The trio is huddled together throwing up peace signs posing for a photo.

Middle row, left to right:

Lab Rat/Dissection Bad End AU. Angst Central. An upward view of Maddie and Jack with tools in hand, seen from the perspective of someone on their dissection table. Wings AU. That phenomenon of people putting wings on characters represented by a disembodied pair of black and white wings floating in a lime green void. Full Ghost. Danny died all the way in the portal accident. His transparent ghost tail is half phased into a patch of freshly dug dirt in front of a headstone, implied to belong to Daniel Fenton. A lone bouquet is laid on his grave. Ghost King. Danny in full royal regalia with the crown of fire hovering over his head and the ring of rage on his hand. The ghost zone and a few floating door behind him. He looks to the side warily mid-action. Hazmat AU. Danny died wearing a big, chunky, OSHA approved, real hazmat suit. He is only visible from chest up with his eyes glowing inside the hood.

Bottom row, left to right:

Ghost Hunger. Two blob ghosts peek out of a BLT sandwich (Blob, Lettuce, Tomato). Corpse AU. Sam, Tucker, and Danny huddled together over a freshly dug pile of dirt in the woods. Danny has a shovel and Sam has a messily rolled up tarp. Clockwork's Apprentice/CW Danny. Danny, facing left, wearing Clockwork’s cloak with the hood up, holding a staff similar to Clockwork’s with a stopwatch at the end. This gear is positioned directly behind, and partially obscured by, Clockwork’s head. Cowboy/Western AU. A blob ghost in a tiny cowboy hat sits on Danny's white cowboy boots. A green lasso rope partially visible at the top right.

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#Danny Phantom #dp #dp au zine #dpauzine22 #Described Images #long post #described #stove on fire #40510 #image id eats my spoons so im late posting this but IT WILL BE DONE #au's chosen based on my ability to clearly convey them in a 1''x1'' circle

[carrotkicks]

bsd x fnaf au? yeah

#changed a few things from the last ask post about it. #doodles #bsd fnaf au #so basically. #yosano-> puppet. elise->circus baby. q+akutagawa -> golden freddy. dazai -> security guard/mike. mori->afton/purpleguy/springtrap #mci kids chosen based on -> close to dazai/fucked over by the mafia #.png

[whirld-of-color]

can you believe i never actually posted anything when the episode first dropped. yeah i was too busy drawing anime characters. anyway, take this, it's only a month late

#animator vs animation #alan becker #ava #ava victim #ava the chosen one #animation vs minecraft #avm #original posting #digital art

[destinysbounty]

As any self-respecting Zane stan, of course I've seen Decoded. And of course I loved the sweet but subtle character moment of him being bashful and awkward when Jay brought up the statue.

For the longest time, I've always interpreted this moment as Zane being his typical humble, bashful self. And while I'm sure that's true to an extent, recent events from Dragons Rising have led me to consider an alternative interpretation.

If I may bring your attention to this quote from DRpt2:

"Zane had impressive shoes to fill. No one could live up to him, maybe not even Zane himself."

I dunno. There's just something about the fact that Zane's own legacy has outgrown him, that he's overshadowed by the memory of his past self, that rather than a testament to the love his friends and community have for him he instead sees the statue as an insurmountable burden he can never hope to live up to...

Which brings me to yet another blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment from the Shadow of Ronin video game (I know it's canon-ness is debatable, but hear me out for a sec)

While everyone is gathered around Nya and speaking to Borg via hologram, Zane is...gone. He's off in the distance, standing at the base of his statue, just...staring at it.

God, and when you add this all up to Zane's Ice Emperor baggage...yeah.

#it does of course lead me to wonder about the scene in s4 #where everyone is trying to rally community support for the war effort #and zane gives his lil speech at the base of his own statue #id like to think zane had simply chosen to speak at the park only to discover 'oh hey weird theres a statue of me' #bc its not like anyone wouldve had the time or consideration to tell him about it considering everything else going on #that moment when youre trying to rally civilians to help you fight an army of snake warriors and you accidentally run into your own memoria #'well one of is is going to have to change :/' #ninjago #destiny post

[melonsap]

Thoughts on the thunder wizard again.

Genuinely, I find Gale's relationship with Mystra to be fascinating when you consider all its facets. Unhealthy, imbalanced, definitely poisonous, but also very, very intricate with a lot of blurred edges to it. One of those things where you're both like "wow, what the hell, that's horrible" but also "that makes perfect sense for their characters, and while I would NEVER, I know why they would, and why it happened."

You've got a wizard who doesn't know what real love is, who thinks he's finally being shown it by the person he adores most. His greatest fantasy, his most potent joy, his most heartfelt aspirations, and they were all offered to him.

And he wants to see what all she's hiding from him, because of course he does. She's the keeper of all things forbidden to him. The empire of Netheril reached magical heights that will never be touched again, and all that knowledge is beyond her curtain. She loves him, right? Surely, if he proves himself enough, she'll let him grasp that power he so desperately wants.

And not even in the power-hungry sense! All that magic Mystra's locked up was accessible during Mystryl's reign. Think of all the answers to theories about the universe that are back there. Every question of "can this be done, and what would it do" would be answered, if he could just bargain hard enough.

She loves him, right?

Surely, if he proves himself enough...

And then, on the other hand, Mystra. Once Midnight, her human personality has been subsumed by the goddess of magic and her duty to the Weave. She has a responsibility to magic, she IS magic.

Then along comes this mortal boy who knows how to handle her Weave. Who doesn't try to wrestle with and dominate, who sings to it. He handles it with such ease and grace—it's not just that he could be Chosen, but he deserves it. To put her Weave in the hands of someone so intrinsically in tune with it, who understands its potential with a wonder like no other. Few enough can handle the raw power that comes with being Chosen, but this one? This one is perfect.

And he adores you. And you adore him, like one would a beautiful butterfly that's landed on their finger. And he's willing to be devoted to you in all things, not out of transaction like most of your worshipers are, but out of love for you, your craft, your magic. You're so deeply and utterly charmed by him.

And it's not like Mystra hasn't walked this path before.

She gives him what he desires, because what he desires is her. And, in a different way, she desires him. She wants him to be her representation in the world. She indulges his adoration with her own presence, and takes indulgence herself in mortal comforts. He's never satisfied with her answers, but who could blame him? She keeps a whole world away from mortals, because she knows what such unfettered power might bring about (again).

And the wizarding prodigy's ambition is lit (again).

And the height of power is reached for (again).

And she stops him (again, again, again).

She does care for him. She doesn't want to see her little butterfly burn himself, and she doesn't want to be the one to ruin those wings.

But then he's not a butterfly. He's a mortal, wielding a weapon of murder, of her murder, and he's brought it to her doorstep because she told him "no." And he's cut himself on it, he doesn't know what it is, but it's hurt him—and it's only a fraction of the hurt it could do to her. How dare he want her help after threatening her?

(He didn't mean to.)

(He only wanted to help.)

(He only wanted. How human.)

She doesn't help him. If he wants to pursue Karsus' weaponry, it's his responsibility, his hubris, that led him to injuring himself on it. She's furious. She's hurt. She's cold.

(What fools these mortals be.)

But then, there's a greater threat to her. Something that could drown the Material in Karsus' failings. And that little boy, who nicked himself on the sword he lifted, still wants her help.

It's a fair trade, isn't it? She'll forgive him, let him into her domain again, if he accepts his punishment and goes into battle for her. He picked up a sword, it's appropriate that he learns to use it in her name, right?

If he was telling the truth, he wouldn't hesitate. If he really wanted to serve her with the Netherese Orb, he would jump at the opportunity to do so. He would have to give up a few petty things in the process, ("petty," she calls mortality, as if family and home mean nothing, as if friends and love are finite. Because to her, they do mean nothing. Because to her, they are finite.) but it isn’t atonement without sacrifice, is it?

It's the tactical move. She's not above hurting one man to save a nation. It's not even the first time she's done it.

(Dornal Silverhand sends his regards.)

If he loves her, he'd die for her, because she'd let him into her paradise. If he doesn't love her, he won't, and she was justified in removing him from her grace.

He doesn't love her. Not anymore.

Does he hate her enough to try to take his dues?

Ambition has always been man's greatest folly.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #mystra #listen. go watch steven universe where rose says 'i'm not a real person' #pay attention to how rose laughs at greg and how funny and sweet humans are #that's how i think mystra sees her chosen #but she lacks rose's willingness to change and dip into mortal life #gale is cute. gale is precious. gale is wonderful. but gale is amusing. #and he's not equal to a god. certainly not the goddess of magic. and his attempts to insist that he is are only met with a pat on the head #long post #oops i turned a ramble into poetry again. i swear it's not intentional #the parentheses got me :/

[ewwww-what]

an archdevil and a presidential candidate sneak into a gay bar

flatcolor + closeups below :)

#they love each other so much you guys don’t understand #they’ve lived together for years. they have seen each other at their worst. #THEY HAVE CHOSEN EACH OTHEROVER EVERYTHING SO MANY TIMES #ITS ALL ABOUT FRIENDSHIP #ITS ALL ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE #ITS ALL ABOUT TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER #my brother just brought me fettuccine alfredo #which is an important addon to this post #(it’s all about taking care of each other) #BY THE WAY #I understand the ‘they are sisters’ response to lots of my bad girls posts but I need to make it so clear that it’s more than that #not to be that guy because I do get it but I’m in a constant state of twisting myself around my art to avoid some things #and something I get a bunch is people seeing things as either ‘they’re siblings’ or ‘they’re dating’ when neither was my intention #because what I’m trying to get across here isn’t romantic and it’s not really sisterly either. love is such a wide range beyond that #+ and I want those types of love to also be understood within my art y’know #all that to say that it’s not that deep and they love each other very very much any way you slice it #d20 #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 fanart #fantasy high #fhjy #kristen applebees #fig faeth #fig fantasy high #kristen fantasy high #kristen chilis applebees #fantasy high fanart #undescribed #my art

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hello! are there any updates on the book, date, where to buy etc ? can't wait, I love your work ! ♥️

it's yours in september :)

click thru below to see what i look like w/long hair. it's short now, but my heart is bigger.

so many things to talk about this. when there's a link to purchase, i'll talk more but - all i can say now is that i am so grateful for each of you. for every single note and comment and thought. i can't wait to share this part of my life.

this is easily the best thing i've ever written. bar none. i want to give it to you so, so badly.

my life has been more bright for having you each in it. i am keeping you like stars in my heart.

#sorry about it being my human face #i am sorry i am not a red panda #my brother chose that icon when i first started and i liked it and it became like... my thing #i felt bad changing it. he was so proud to have chosen it #and every time i post my human face ppl are like “WAIT WHAT UR NOT A PANDA??” #and im like. i am not ALWAYS a panda. #also love when ppl are like -- oh no she's hot :/

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#Legend of Zelda Series #twilight princess #skyward sword #link #ss link #tp link #hylia's chosen hero #hero of twilight #nintendo #nintendo switch #2023 #liad post #gif #flashing lights #comparison #reused animation? if it ain't broke don't fix it #but i guess there's only so many ways to animate a dive roll #liad.txt

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#funny #lol #funny post #hilarious #comedy #cats #cat owner #true story #chosen