Hello Everyone!

I’m going to post my Christmas fics soon, but the new Doctor Who trailer has me feeling some Tennant vibes!

So if anyone has any Tennant!Doctor (or even Tennant!Master) requests or ideas, feel free to talk to me about them!

Would love to hear you thoughts!

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

I have fic ideas thanks to The Power of The Doctor.

But an am fragile right now

But if you have ideas or just want to talk about the episode, feel free to reach out!

The link to my AO3 account!

My @ on AO3 is the same as my @ on Tumblr.

@hauntingcryptids

https://archiveofourown.org/users/hauntingcryptids

It’s my birthday today!

Weird …

I’m officially as old as Clara Oswald was when she first met The Doctor. Which is just weird!

☆ dw asks ☆

1. how would you die/leave if you were a companion?

2. what’s your favorite moment with your least-favorite doctor?

3. what’s your least-favorite moment with your favorite doctor?

4. who’s wardrobe would you steal?

5. if you had to take the form of one non-humanoid alien permanently, which one would you chose?

6. favorite motif or reoccurring theme in the show?

7. which doctor is not necessarily your favorite but is the doctor you’d most like to travel with or the doctor you think you’d get along the best with?

8. which villain actually scares you the most?

9. which villain can you not take seriously at all?

10. what’s one conversation you wish you could have or question you wish you could ask a doctor who character?

11. what’s a conflict or misunderstanding you wish you could clear up between two doctor who characters?

12. what’s a headcanon that you forget isn’t actually canon?

13. what’s a piece of canon that you completely disregard whenever you come across it?

14. what’s a song or piece of writing that you associate with a character/story arc/relationship on the show?

15. is there a plot line that has ended but that you wish had been expanded on?

16. is there a character you feel is generally misunderstood by the fandom?

17. do you read dw fanfic? if so, do you have any recommendations?

18. what other piece of media would you recommend to fans of doctor who?

19. nuwho gets a designated one f-bomb per season. who gets to use it and when?

20. what’s one hope you have for upcoming doctor who content?

Hello Everyone

I know that I have been gone for a while and I am sorry.

A couple of months ago I was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia.

Even though I have been trying to get help with my mental health and going through many paths, I don’t think I have actually processed the new diagnoses fully. I am still working on my mental health every day, including looking into ASD testing, even though it will be costly.

I just wanted all of you to know what has been happening in my life.

I know that it doesn’t excuse the absence and ghosting and awkward posting because i left unfinished stuff in my queue, but I hope that you can understand.

I am also working on getting medication, hopefully, that will help with school stress and fanfiction organisation and just help me be generally more productive.

Anyway, I hope that you understand and I will try to be better.

Thank you for listening.

-Ghost

Break In Blurb

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - You catch Missy breaking into your flat.

Warnings - nothing, just funny fluff

Word Count - 706

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just had this funny idea that Missy really likes breaking into places and stalking

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You had no idea how long Missy had been trapped in The Vault. You say trapped loosely.  You were very aware that Missy would sneak out of The Vault whenever The Doctor or Nardole weren’t monitoring her too closely. Of course, it was obvious that Missy also enjoyed a challenge, and she would sometimes escape just to see if someone would notice and catch her.

You hadn’t noticed the first few times Missy had escaped whilst you were a companion of The Doctor’s. You eventually caught on, however, when you began smelling a fancy perfume drifting throughout your apartment at random times. The next time you went on an adventure with The Doctor, you interrupted him and Nardole discussing an anomaly with The Vault. They, of course, halted their conversation as soon as they saw you. 

They believed that you were completely unaware of The Vault and that there was a person being kept in there, which you didn't really understand. The Vault was blatant to anyone who travelled down to the basement, which you had done many times, and whoever or whatever was in there was the opposite of quiet. You had no idea, however, that the person was Missy or that she had been watching you.

Missy’s secret was discovered by you one day, however. You were crowded into your bedroom finishing up some online work. Missy apparently thought that you were out as she crawled ups through your window. You heard movement and grabbed an umbrella from the hallway by your door. You screamed upon seeing the Victorian-looking woman climbing in halfway through your window.

“Hello, dearie! It’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you!”

Bonus Under The Cut

Missy, somehow gracefully, fully climbed through your window and then patted down her Victorian-looking outfit. You couldn’t help but wonder why she was locked in The Vault. Other than looking a bit like a ghost haunting an old home, she didn’t appear to be that menacing.

“Are you the person in The Vault?”

“Were you going to hit me with an umbrella?” Missy ignored your question and cocked her head to the side to look at your makeshift weapon. Honestly, she was a bit impressed that you were prepared to attack her. 

“Maybe, possibly. Never mind what I am using as a weapon, answer my question before I hit you!” Missy held up her hands defensively. She liked you more than she thought she would.

“Yes, I am the person in The Vault.

“Well, how do you keep getting out?”

“Not going to snitch on me are you, dearie?” Missy winked at you, causing you to become a bit flustered.

“No, just curious how you keep breaking out of there and breaking into my flat.”

“You know about that?” Missy’s impressed feelings for you continued to grow.

“Your perfume tends to linger.” Missy sniffed the air. 

“It appears that it does. I’ll keep that in mind when I sneak out of the Vault again.”

“So, what do you want?”

“You, dearie.” You raised your umbrella protectively again.

“Not like that. I wish to get to know you. I think that we will get along.”

“You’ve got to admit that you phrased that weirdly.”

“Fair enough.” There was a bit of an awkward silence as Missy trailed off and began looking around your place. So, you decided to introduce yourself to this stranger.

“Well, I’m Y/n. Please don’t hurt me, or kill me, or hurt my friends.”

“I am The Master, but you may call me Missy if you like. I will never hurt you and as long as your friends don’t aggravate me, nothing will happen to them.”

“Including The Doctor?”

“We will wait and see for that one.” The two of you fell back into that awkward silence. Missy seemed intent on finding things out about you by going through your things. You would rather just get to know her like a normal person, despite how much The Doctor would protest everything you were doing.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, alright.” Missy shrugged her shoulders, jumped down from where she was investigating the top shelf of your bookshelf, and then practically skipped past you to make her way to your sofa.

Books Read In August 2024

Ghost Wall by Sarah Moss

Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell (Began in July, Finished in August)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Seven - The Vile Village by Lemony Snicket

Chouette by Claire Oshetsky

Animal Farm by George Orwell

All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

1984 by George Orwell

A Series Of Unfortunate Events - Book Eight - The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket

If it Bleeds by Stephen King (Began but Not Finished)

Dark Side Of The Moon

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary - After a stressful couple of weeks, The Reader and Peter decompress together.

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of physical harm because of missions and training, mentions of trauma/depression/sadness

Word Count - 1766

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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Things had been loud lately; the world, Xavier Mansion, your head. All of it was just way too loud. There seemed to be news being made every day, most of it bad. Many students and official X-Men members have been sporting injuries and bandages throughout the school. Professor Xavier, even, was spotted with bandages around his shoulder and neck this morning. If he found himself hurt, then it was bound to happen to you soon.

You were a newer student at Xavier School. You were a late bloomer; your powers only appeared in your early twenties after your ex broke your heart. Sudden change or trauma, Professor Xavier said when he first explained your newfound powers to you, could cause the previously dormant mutant gene in your DNA to make itself known. He then said that, frankly, it was unlikely for the gene to remain dormant for your entire life; trauma and change were, sometimes, unfortunate but quintessential parts of Human existence and therefore couldn’t be avoided.

You still felt so incredibly out of touch with the majority of the people either staying at or attending school at Xavier Mansion, no matter what The Professor had told you. You felt useless. You felt uprooted. You felt out of place. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere, not in the non-mutant world or the mutant world. 

Professor Xavier constantly argued against your negativity. Somehow, he always seemed to have hope, in both you and the world. He would always encourage your studies and just say that you just needed a bit more training in order to control your powers. Obviously, you understood his perspective, even though you disagreed with it sometimes. But when everything seemed to be falling apart and you couldn’t properly help yourself or the people around you, it was difficult to not be negative and actually see the positive things in life. 

You usually listened to music to get your mind off of the pain and guilt you felt. As soon as you left a classroom or training you would pop on your headphones and press play on your Walkman until you returned to your room. As soon as you got there, you would select a record and play it on your record player and just relax until you felt better. The length of time it took for you to fully relax to music had been getting longer with each passing day, though, and you worried that you might be entering into an incredibly dark place.

Today you were lying on the floor of your room, just thinking, while listening to Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd. You had already finished your classes for the day and training had been cancelled due to so many people being injured. Everyone was instructed by The Professor to have a calming couple of days to heal from their less severe injuries and catch up on their studies. You already finished the majority of your mutant homework, as well, so you were just left with your mind to deal with. As not being busy meant that you actually had to focus on the thoughts in your head and the worries you had. You didn’t really know how to relax no matter how much you tried to accomplish that goal with music.

Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd was an album that always resonated with you. Maybe, subconsciously, that’s why you chose it today. To both help you relax but also to help you process some of your emotions. 

Unfortunately, this album also reminded you of your parents. You hoped that they were okay. It had been a while since you talked to them. You didn’t know if they were disappointed in you or mad or just uncomfortable, but you missed them and wished that they would either come to see you or respond to any of the messages and letters that you had sent them.

The world wasn’t perfect before you discovered that you were a mutant, you were well aware of that. But you, at least, knew your place in the world. Now you felt burdened by the newfound responsibility these powers gave you and the stigma that was now attached to your name. Right now, you felt like there was nothing you could do to help yourself except to listen to the track currently playing on your chosen record.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

In the middle of the song “Time”, you heard a knock at your door. You sucked in a breath. You didn’t really want to see anyone. You wanted to be alone and just process things. Professor Xavier, though, always encouraged you to try and meet new people at your new home, not just go to him if you needed anything. So, you braced yourself and prepared to interact with someone potentially unknown to you.

“Come in!” You shouted over the music. You heard the door open, allowing the hallway light to stream into your dimly lit room, but you didn’t sit up fully. All of your effort was being put into allowing someone in your space; you didn’t have enough energy to spare in order to sit up to greet the stranger at your door.

You turned your head to the side and saw the person who knocked. Peter Maximoff stood in your doorway, a bit frazzled looking. He had a forced smile on his face and a bandage peeking out from the sleeve of his Rush t-shirt.

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

“Are you okay?” You asked the speedster who was standing eerily still. You shared a few mutant classes with Peter and trained with him a couple of times. He had to go easy on you every time you were on opposing sides of training activities. Peter was always apologetic to you after the fact, in his own Peter Maximoff way. One time, about two months ago, he kicked your ass into the next week and gifted you a box of Twinkies as an apology. 

Other than your interactions in classes and training, Peter was always nice to you, often sparing you from the majority of his pranks. Despite some people living in Xavier Mansion, you never had a reason to dislike the speedster. You would even dare to say that you sought out his company on the rare occasions when you felt comfortable enough to. Even though you did want him to feel similar feelings, you were shocked to see Peter standing in your doorway.

“Oh yeah! Everything’s great … well, not great but fine. I just heard your music in the hall.”

“Oh, sorry! I can turn it down if it’s bothering you.”

“No! I’m cool with it. I’m just wondering if I could listen with you. Hangout, you know, if you are comfortable with that.” Again, you were shocked that Peter wanted to spend time with you, but you allowed him to join you.

“Yeah, Peter, that sounds nice.”

Peter closed your bedroom door and walked into your room. You were surprised that he didn’t use his powers. He usually always used them, often to the annoyance of other mutants.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun

But it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Peter laid down on your carpet in a similar position to you. Once his body fully relaxed, he let out a big sigh. You looked over at him. In the closeness, you saw some more cuts and bandages littered over his body. You were going to say something about it, but Peter ended up speaking first.

“I love this album. Always have since I first heard it.”

“Me, too, even though it makes me a bit sad.”

“Yeah, I know that there’s a lot of trauma in the album, but it always made me feel seen.” You saw out of the corner of your eye that Peter was talking with his hands, causing a small smile to break out on your face.

“That’s why I chose it today. I just felt small and a bit broken lately. Somehow this album always makes me feel better despite the tragedy within it.” Peter smiled bittersweetly at your comment. He didn’t think that someone would be able to understand him as much as you did, even though The Professor always encouraged Peter to reach out and make a connection with you.

“You have a good taste in music. We should do something like this again. If you want.”

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

You looked over at Peter and he looked over at you. You noticed a couple of scabs on his cheek and chin. You frowned upon seeing them. You wished that the world wasn’t like the way it was. You wished that none of your mutant friends and peers had to hide or fight. You just wished that everything could be normal.

“Hey.” Peter brought you out of your thoughts and intertwined his hand in yours.

“I’m okay, and you’re going to be okay, too.” You smiled bittersweetly, touched by his words and his worry for you. You then curled into Peter’s side and layed your head on his shoulder. 

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

“We should definitely do this again, Peter.” You heard him chuckle before you felt him tighten his grip around you. The two of you then let the album play on while you both relaxed in silence.

Far away, across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells