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Headcanons: 10th Doctor with a companion who has selective mutism

Anon’s request: “If they are still open I wanted to request headcanons for the 10th doctor for a reader/companion with selective mutism, or who just doesn't talk much. Thanks for your time!”

A/N: Hi, sorry this is so late! I don’t have experience with selective mutism (though I have a very similar experience to it, when I have to talk to peers), so I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Mentions/allusions to anxiety.

The Doctor understands that sometimes you struggle with talking – whether it be being unable to speak entirely, only being able to say one or two words at a time, only being able to whisper, or however else.

He’ll gladly help to work around it with things such as communication cards, body language, sign language, AAC, or anything else you find useful!

He’s patient if your mind feels like it’s “frozen”, and you need a moment to come up with what to say, even if not verbally. He won’t judge you for taking a bit longer to add to a conversation, or draw attention to it when you do speak.

He’s more than capable of carrying conversations as much as you need him to. He can yap for quite a while, without making you feel pressured to contribute!

He wants other people to respect you the same way they respect him, so if anyone does judge you for your mutism, he’ll call it out. He’ll stop if you express that you’re uncomfortable with it, but is otherwise quick to stand up for you.

It can be frustrating when he gets angry enough with a villain to start going overboard. Instead of being able to talk him out of it like previous companions, you might have to grab his arm and desperately shove a communication card in front of him, or frantically sign at him to “please stop”.

Between that frustration itself, and how scary he can be in those moments (never directed towards you, of course), he often ends up feeling guilty later on for how distressed you clearly were. He starts putting more effort into trying to catch his own behaviour, so you don’t have to stress yourself over it. He'll also always make it up to you.

If you start feeling more able to speak consistently around him over time – even if it’s when it’s just the two of you – he’ll be overjoyed! He likes being someone you feel more comfortable and secure around.

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Headcanons: 10th Doctor with a companion who has selective mutism

Anon’s request: “If they are still open I wanted to request headcanons for the 10th doctor for a reader/companion with selective mutism, or who just doesn't talk much. Thanks for your time!”

A/N: Hi, sorry this is so late! I don’t have experience with selective mutism (though I have a very similar experience to it, when I have to talk to peers), so I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Mentions/allusions to anxiety.

The Doctor understands that sometimes you struggle with talking – whether it be being unable to speak entirely, only being able to say one or two words at a time, only being able to whisper, or however else.

He’ll gladly help to work around it with things such as communication cards, body language, sign language, AAC, or anything else you find useful!

He’s patient if your mind feels like it’s “frozen”, and you need a moment to come up with what to say, even if not verbally. He won’t judge you for taking a bit longer to add to a conversation, or draw attention to it when you do speak.

He’s more than capable of carrying conversations as much as you need him to. He can yap for quite a while, without making you feel pressured to contribute!

He wants other people to respect you the same way they respect him, so if anyone does judge you for your mutism, he’ll call it out. He’ll stop if you express that you’re uncomfortable with it, but is otherwise quick to stand up for you.

It can be frustrating when he gets angry enough with a villain to start going overboard. Instead of being able to talk him out of it like previous companions, you might have to grab his arm and desperately shove a communication card in front of him, or frantically sign at him to “please stop”.

Between that frustration itself, and how scary he can be in those moments (never directed towards you, of course), he often ends up feeling guilty later on for how distressed you clearly were. He starts putting more effort into trying to catch his own behaviour, so you don’t have to stress yourself over it. He'll also always make it up to you.

If you start feeling more able to speak consistently around him over time – even if it’s when it’s just the two of you – he’ll be overjoyed! He likes being someone you feel more comfortable and secure around.

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Not a Cat Person (Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader)

Sealing the Void | Not a Cat Person

Summary: From the moment he brought it onto the TARDIS, the Master tried to avoid interacting with your alien cat as much as possible, claiming that it was your pet alone. Unfortunately, it seems to be far more fond of him than he would have liked...

A/N: Hello, everyone! I'm not fully back from my hiatus yet, but I found a sequel to Sealing the Void that I had written a couple years ago, and decided to finish it now. Almost all of the scenes are inspired by things my cat used to do. Enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral. This fic can be read as either romantic or platonic!

Content warnings: The Master being a bit bitchy (but trying his best), animal death (not the cat!)

Although he wasn’t awake enough to think much of it yet, the Master felt something briefly pressing down on parts of his body from on top of his duvet. The small bouts of pressure started on his stomach, and moved up to his chest, on which it stopped for a moment before becoming larger and heavier. He felt a faint rumbling through the duvet, sounding as though it was coming from right in front of his face, making him start to stir from his sleep-

“Meow!”

He jolted awake at the sudden loud noise, feeling like his hearts were about to leap out of his chest as his dark eyes shot open, and were faced with a furry purple face with a small nose, and large, curious onyx eyes. Scowling, the Master looked over at the door, seeing that it was just ajar enough for your strange, cat-like creature to enter his bedroom. He briefly wondered how it even managed to get in, certain he had shut the door behind him.

Regardless, he tugged his deep purple duvet upwards, trying to get the cat off him. It didn’t budge, obliviously purring as it lay on his torso with its small paws tucked in, even when the duvet was tugged high enough to make its body tilt diagonally. The Master had to slip out of the bed with it still raised to disturb the cat out of its position, causing it to stumble to catch itself.

Despite all the effort he took to move it, the cat still had the nerve to look surprised at him.

Standing next to his bed, the Master rested his hands on his hips for a moment, scowling at the pet that you cherished so much. You were the one who convinced him to take some time to sleep in the first place. You had noticed how exhausted he was starting to get from his constant planning and adventuring, so you urged him to at least take a nap, despite his huffy insistence that he didn’t need sleep…

…and this was how he was rewarded. A genuinely restful night, only to be disturbed by a shriek of the damned, who was definitely going to leave some of its violet fur all over his beautiful silk covers.

The cat stared back at him for a moment with unblinking eyes, as though there was not a single thought behind them, before meowing at him again. The Master sighed heavily, before reaching over, and carefully grabbing its torso to lift it up, causing it to let out another mew that devolved into a squeak at the awkward way he carried it. The Master used his foot to open his door wider, leaving his room like he was on a mission.

Thankfully, your room wasn’t too far away – it seldom was, unless either of you needed time to yourselves – so he didn’t have to wait long to find you. Since you got the cat, your door was always open while you slept, so it could come and go as it pleased. This time was no exception, so the Master was able to push through it with his shoulder, before silently approaching your bed. He had no intention on being the one to disrupt your slumber.

With as little force as he could manage through his annoyance, the Master plopped the cat onto your bed, and he pointed his finger at you to try to direct its attention to you. The cat turned to you for a moment, starting to purr again, before it cluelessly looked back at him.

“They’re your owner.” The Master hissed, as though the animal could understand him. “If you want something, wake them up. And stay out of my room.”

The Master turned to leave, and just as he made it past the door, he heard a thumping noise. He looked back, and saw the cat on the floor, walking towards him with irritatingly innocent eyes, prepared to leave with him.

He rolled his own eyes, before quietly yet quickly closing the door behind him, shutting the cat in your room. If it wanted to leave again, it could take it up with you.

~*~

When the Master first took you on as his companion, the last thing he ever expected was that, whenever you needed to go back to Earth for a few days, he would end up babysitting the alien cat you picked up on one of your adventures together.

Admittedly, he was the one who put himself in this position. You knew that he wouldn’t appreciate being left alone on the TARDIS with it, so you had originally planned to take it home with you. But he noticed you fretting over how the cat would react to suddenly moving to another new environment – a worry which, if the Master had to guess, resulted from your previous cat having been a rescue that had moved between different homes, before you got it – as well as not wanting to risk the humans in the area seeing a weird purple alien cat, and causing a ruckus.

So, begrudgingly, the Master told you to leave it with him.

The one saving grace that came from your temporary absence was that the cat missed you enough to avoid disturbing him from his sleep again, instead curling up on your bed to be around your scent. As a result, the Master was able to wake up peacefully and on his own terms, now having more energy while making his breakfast.

It wasn’t until he was boiling the kettle to make himself some tea, that the cat finally entered the room, and meowed at him as soon as it saw him, gaining his attention.

“…Hello.” The Master greeted it flatly, and was immediately met with another loud meow, as the cat speedwalked to one of the cabinets. It meowed again, staring at him expectantly, and the Master raised his eyebrow. “You want food?”

“Meow!”

“All right.” The Master muttered, immediately being met with another meow as he opened the door to take out the food you always gave it.

Like opening Pandora’s box, the cat became even more relentless at the sight of its breakfast, nagging at the Master as though, by not having already put the food in the bowl yet, it was being severely neglected. The Master rolled his eyes at its dramatics.

“Yes, I’m getting it.”

“Meow!”

“I need to get the bowl first, you know.”

“Meow!”

“Give me a chance.”

“Meow!”

“Just let me put it in the-”

“Meow!”

The Master inhaled deeply, trying to calm his increasing frustration as much as he could. While he was only joking when he told you that he couldn’t promise not to use the tissue compression eliminator on it, if this were any other cat – and he didn’t have the option to give it to you again – he would certainly be tempted by now.

So instead, he settled for trying to say the same thing you often told it whenever it spoke over you…

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Meow!”

…of course, it never made it stop whining.

Thankfully, it was by this time that the food was finally in the bowl, and the Master placed it in its designated spot on the floor, to immediately be devoured by the ferocious little beast. He rolled his eyes as the cat ate like a starving man, taking the chance to refill its water before it could start another argument over being thirsty.

He wished you would come back soon.

~*~

The moment the Master noticed the cat acting strangely, he immediately went to your room to find you.

In case it was an emergency, he didn’t take the time to explain what was wrong, instead just telling you to follow him. This may have been a mistake, since he noticed you fidgeting with your stim necklace out of nervousness for your supposedly sweet “baby”, but he genuinely wasn’t sure as to whether the cat's behaviour was normal. While there were some things about it that were unfortunately familiar to him, from when he had been infected with the Cheetah virus, he certainly didn't recognise this. His side of the research you both had done into the cat's species also had no mention of it, so he could only hope that yours did. If something wasn’t right, it would be best for you to see it and let him know sooner, instead of going off a basic explanation.

However, when you started laughing at the way your cat – who had been rather quickly rolling around on its back to clean itself – immediately got up and darted to another end of the room, he knew that he had just embarrassed himself.

“It’s okay, Master,” you assured him through a beaming smile, “he’s just got the zoomies!”

“…What the hell are ‘zoomies’?”

“It’s when a cat gets hyperactive.” You explained, as the cat lay on the ground with its tail swishing and wide, cautious eyes, as though it was waiting to pounce on something neither of you could see. “A couple of the books I read mentioned it happening with ‘cats’ like him, too. He’s just letting out some pent-up energy; he’ll calm down again soon.”

The Master would never admit that he was concerned enough for your words to put him at ease. He would take it to his grave.

Instead, he exhaled through his nose, looking at the cat as it sped to another part of the room. “Stupid cat.”

Just as he said that, he saw you move out of the corner of his eye, and turned to find you reaching for one of the cat’s toy mice, which had been lying nearby. When you picked it up, he didn’t miss the way your cat’s attention was immediately on you, its head whipping in your direction, staring at you with eyes that somehow looked both intense and, once again, devoid of any thought.

“Watch this.” You grinned at the Master, before reaching your hand as far from your body as possible, and then dropping the toy on the floor.

The cat bolted for it, its little paws beating against the mahogany floor as it chased the plush mouse, with a speed that was the closest the Master had ever seen a cat get to breaking the sound barrier. Upon reaching the toy, it immediately grasped it in its claws, and frantically dug its fangs into it.

It was so absurd, that the Master couldn’t help the snort he let out.

“It works for as long as the zoomies do!” You said, walking over to another of the cat’s toys further into the room to demonstrate, immediately grabbing its notice again.

The Master watched with amusement as you dropped it, and the cat repeated the exact same set of actions as before. It seemed like each time you picked up another of its toys, it would forget about the one it had, its attention span switching straight to the next possible source of stimuli.

He watched fondly as you picked up another toy, until you walked over to him, and he realised what you had in mind.

“You can try it, if you want.” You offered him the toy, which was another white-and-blue plush mouse, from the same pack as the previous ones you had used. “Don’t worry, it’s dry.”

The Master’s face scrunched up slightly in disgust, not loving the idea of touching something that the cat had once slobbered all over, despite his experience with getting his own hands dirty with ash and blood. Something about it put him off slightly, although whether it was because of the toy specifically, or what allowing himself to play with the cat would do for him, he wasn’t sure.

His uncertain gazed flitted across various parts of your face, the idea that you were trying to make a joke out of him briefly crossing his mind. Upon looking at your genuine, joyful smile, however, he saw that you simply wanted him to him to have some fun with how silly your beloved pet was acting.

He supposed that just one try wouldn’t kill him.

He kept playing up his repulsion at the knowledge that this wasn’t the first time the toy had been used, causing you to roll your eyes as he took it from you and held it out, waiting for the cat to notice him with its next prey ready. Once it did, it froze in place, waiting, as though it had no idea what his next move would be.

The Master smirked before dropping the toy, and watching as the cat took a few fast, wild leaps, and pounced onto it. It moved so quickly that its attempt to catch the poor inanimate mouse made it fly a foot or two across the floor, causing the Master to have to step aside as the cat stopped – tail swishing from side to side, and paws splayed out – then immediately moved again, successfully seizing the toy and chewing on it.

The Master crossed his arms, chuckling a little more loudly than before. Even though he would deny it later, you knew that it was genuine.

~*~

Compared to your usual travels, today was a quieter day. The Master had noticed that you still seemed tired from the risk and chaos of your previous adventure, so he suggested that you both simply go somewhere quiet for a change.

You had landed in the countryside of a fairly Earth-like planet, save for the grass that you had initially thought was dead, until the Master told you that it naturally grew in its hay-like colour. You had a day of walking around the small town the fields led you to, which was quiet due to most of the inhabitants still being at work. You went to a coffee shop that sold teas with a berry-like flavour – you liked them more than the Master did, as he saw no reason to “mess with” what was already a perfectly good drink – and wandered around the market, where you found a spherical glass paperweight with a moving galaxy pattern inside. As you watched it sparkle with each movement, enticed by it as a visual stim, the Master identified that the “galaxy” was made up of compressed stardust, and you were immediately sold.

The trip may have been rather boring to him, but at least it helped you to relax.

The two of you were walking back through the field, the TARDIS now in plain view, when you both noticed something wrong…

…the door was open.

“Oh god, no-!” You immediately panicked, handing your paper bag of the things you bought to the Master, before sprinting up to the TARDIS, which was disguised as a small shed. You stepped through the entrance, and called your cat’s name into the ship, pausing for a moment to listen out for any sign of its voice or footsteps. When there was no response, you immediately stormed out again, looking desperately around the grassy field as you called for it a second time, hoping it would come out of hiding for you.

The Master kept an eye out as well, his gaze carefully scanning the area outside as he walked toward you, before deciding to go into the TARDIS for a moment to put your bag down. He sharply exhaled through his nose as he set it on the console, trying to make sure it was in a position where it wouldn’t fall over, until he noticed something white out of the corner of his eye.

A few feet away from him, he found a feather caught in a small gap in the floor. The barbs were dishevelled, and parts of it had drops of somewhat fresh, scarlet blood. The Master raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning back against the console, before looking up at the door, and calling your name.

“You think it might have something to do with this?” He asked, after you looked back at him through the door. Your eyes lowered to the feather, and narrowed in confusion.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you finally heard a series of light, quick footsteps, and your cat entered the room from the hallway. The Master snickered when you audibly sighed, your body sinking back against the door with relief.

“There you are!” You spoke to the cat in a softer, higher-pitched voice, as though it would help it to understand you – and funnily enough, it did meow back. “You’re not supposed to be outside, you know. There’s no telling what’s out there, you could have been killed-”

You stopped when the cat went behind the door for a moment, and then came back out, using its teeth to drag the bloodied remains of a shockingly large, off-white bird, with four eyes and a spotted black beak. It was slightly bigger than the cat itself, and the Master wondered how it managed to hunt it at all.

You watched worriedly as the cat crawled backwards, tugging the bird away from the door. “Is that a species that could poison him, or…?”

“Nah,” the Master responded, “completely harmless… What are you doing?”

His attention was now directed fully to the cat, upon realising that, with every movement full of determination, it was hauling the bird over to him. Once it stopped, it sat down, staring up at him expectantly. The Master stared back at it, not knowing what to do. He certainly didn’t intend to eat the avian corpse, no matter how much the little creature may want him to.

“Why give it to me?”

“He probably noticed that you don’t look after yourself that much.” You raised your eyebrows, a smug grin on your face as you shoved your hands in your pockets, leaning casually against the door. “He got you some food because you don’t always do it yourself.”

“Don’t you have a go at me, now.” The Master warned you, although the hint of light-heartedness in his tone betrayed the lack of a genuine threat. “Leave the scolding for your cat.”

The cat meowed, trying to bring the Master’s attention back to the “food” it had caught for him. He rolled his eyes.

“How on Earth did he get out, though?” You wondered, your eyebrows furrowing as the cat started to purr, and its eyes blinked slowly at the Master. His mind wandered to the time it opened his bedroom door, to try to sleep on top of him.

“Must have its ways.” He replied, smirking subconsciously at the cat and its prey. Without thinking, he leant over and petted the cat’s head, to which it closed its eyes affectionately, its purring becoming louder from the affection. “Looks like he’s taking after me.”

The Master didn’t notice the warm smile on your face.

~*~

The Master was laying on your bed, with you sleeping under the duvet next to him.

You had woken up from a nightmare that shook you enough to make you feel uneasy about sleeping alone, so you went to find the Master to try to take your mind off of it. You have talked together for a while about anything that came to mind – past escapades, the next places you could go to, your special interest, and anything else – until the Master noticed you struggling to keep your eyes open.

He recognised the way you continuously seemed to be on the verge of falling back to sleep, only to remember the nightmare, and force yourself to stay awake again. He refused to leave you in that state, so he got up, dragged you to your room with only marginal force, and convinced you to get back into your bed. In order to persuade you despite your reluctance, he had gotten under the covers first, not-so-subtly hinting that he would be there to make you feel safe enough to avoid another bad dream.

So now there he was, drowsily lying next to you as you slept soundly, not close enough to him to feel too overwhelming, but enough to relax in his presence.

It was bizarre to him, how anyone - especially a human – could feel safe enough with him to slip into one of the most vulnerable states a person can be in. He, who had devastated worlds, forced their populations to bend to his rule, and slaughtered an innumerable amount of people without a second thought. The Time Lord who has tried to either conquer or destroy your home planet many times over, and has an indiscriminate hatred towards the vast majority of your species, you being the sole exception.

You were undoubtedly the only being in the universe who could feel secure around him…

…or one of the only beings, the Master thought, upon hearing the jingle of the bell on your cat’s collar grow louder, as he approached the room.

Once the cat entered, his silhouette could be seen standing in front of the door for a moment, before he walked closer to the Time Lord, who watched his every move. He meowed, a little too loudly, and the Master checked to make sure you weren’t woken up. Upon seeing you still sound asleep, he turned back and raised a finger to his lips, quietly shushing the cat.

“Your human’s asleep.” He whispered.

The cat let out a smaller half-meow while he lowered himself next to the bed, waited a moment, and then leapt onto the duvet, purring now that he was closer to both your and the Master’s body heat. The Master’s gaze followed him as he walked over his torso, parts of the thick duvet dipping under his paws, and stopped once he was between you both. The cat looked between him and you.

“Go on,” the Master encouraged him, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips, “settle down.”

He wasn’t sure if the cat understood him, or had simply been planning to the entire time, but he did as he was told, lying down on his side, with his torso flush against the part of the duvet you slept under. He rested his paws against the side the Master was on, applying a gentle pressure. From the moment he stopped moving, his eyes slowly started to close, the purring growing quieter as he relaxed in your and the Master’s warmth.

The Master glanced at your face again, to make sure you still weren’t disturbed by the cat’s movement, before he reached his hand over to the side of the cat’s stomach, giving it a few strokes. He hadn’t noticed how soft and silky the creature’s fur was, until the time he had pet him after he caught “food” for him – but he couldn’t deny how pleasant it felt. He could easily see why stroking it became one of your main stims.

“Good boy.” He murmured, before closing his eyes, letting the rhythm of the cat’s purring lull him to sleep.

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Not a Cat Person (Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader)

Sealing the Void | Not a Cat Person

Summary: From the moment he brought it onto the TARDIS, the Master tried to avoid interacting with your alien cat as much as possible, claiming that it was your pet alone. Unfortunately, it seems to be far more fond of him than he would have liked...

A/N: Hello, everyone! I'm not fully back from my hiatus yet, but I found a sequel to Sealing the Void that I had written a couple years ago, and decided to finish it now. Almost all of the scenes are inspired by things my cat used to do. Enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral. This fic can be read as either romantic or platonic!

Content warnings: The Master being a bit bitchy (but trying his best), animal death (not the cat!)

Although he wasn’t awake enough to think much of it yet, the Master felt something briefly pressing down on parts of his body from on top of his duvet. The small bouts of pressure started on his stomach, and moved up to his chest, on which it stopped for a moment before becoming larger and heavier. He felt a faint rumbling through the duvet, sounding as though it was coming from right in front of his face, making him start to stir from his sleep-

“Meow!”

He jolted awake at the sudden loud noise, feeling like his hearts were about to leap out of his chest as his dark eyes shot open, and were faced with a furry purple face with a small nose, and large, curious onyx eyes. Scowling, the Master looked over at the door, seeing that it was just ajar enough for your strange, cat-like creature to enter his bedroom. He briefly wondered how it even managed to get in, certain he had shut the door behind him.

Regardless, he tugged his deep purple duvet upwards, trying to get the cat off him. It didn’t budge, obliviously purring as it lay on his torso with its small paws tucked in, even when the duvet was tugged high enough to make its body tilt diagonally. The Master had to slip out of the bed with it still raised to disturb the cat out of its position, causing it to stumble to catch itself.

Despite all the effort he took to move it, the cat still had the nerve to look surprised at him.

Standing next to his bed, the Master rested his hands on his hips for a moment, scowling at the pet that you cherished so much. You were the one who convinced him to take some time to sleep in the first place. You had noticed how exhausted he was starting to get from his constant planning and adventuring, so you urged him to at least take a nap, despite his huffy insistence that he didn’t need sleep…

…and this was how he was rewarded. A genuinely restful night, only to be disturbed by a shriek of the damned, who was definitely going to leave some of its violet fur all over his beautiful silk covers.

The cat stared back at him for a moment with unblinking eyes, as though there was not a single thought behind them, before meowing at him again. The Master sighed heavily, before reaching over, and carefully grabbing its torso to lift it up, causing it to let out another mew that devolved into a squeak at the awkward way he carried it. The Master used his foot to open his door wider, leaving his room like he was on a mission.

Thankfully, your room wasn’t too far away – it seldom was, unless either of you needed time to yourselves – so he didn’t have to wait long to find you. Since you got the cat, your door was always open while you slept, so it could come and go as it pleased. This time was no exception, so the Master was able to push through it with his shoulder, before silently approaching your bed. He had no intention on being the one to disrupt your slumber.

With as little force as he could manage through his annoyance, the Master plopped the cat onto your bed, and he pointed his finger at you to try to direct its attention to you. The cat turned to you for a moment, starting to purr again, before it cluelessly looked back at him.

“They’re your owner.” The Master hissed, as though the animal could understand him. “If you want something, wake them up. And stay out of my room.”

The Master turned to leave, and just as he made it past the door, he heard a thumping noise. He looked back, and saw the cat on the floor, walking towards him with irritatingly innocent eyes, prepared to leave with him.

He rolled his own eyes, before quietly yet quickly closing the door behind him, shutting the cat in your room. If it wanted to leave again, it could take it up with you.

~*~

When the Master first took you on as his companion, the last thing he ever expected was that, whenever you needed to go back to Earth for a few days, he would end up babysitting the alien cat you picked up on one of your adventures together.

Admittedly, he was the one who put himself in this position. You knew that he wouldn’t appreciate being left alone on the TARDIS with it, so you had originally planned to take it home with you. But he noticed you fretting over how the cat would react to suddenly moving to another new environment – a worry which, if the Master had to guess, resulted from your previous cat having been a rescue that had moved between different homes, before you got it – as well as not wanting to risk the humans in the area seeing a weird purple alien cat, and causing a ruckus.

So, begrudgingly, the Master told you to leave it with him.

The one saving grace that came from your temporary absence was that the cat missed you enough to avoid disturbing him from his sleep again, instead curling up on your bed to be around your scent. As a result, the Master was able to wake up peacefully and on his own terms, now having more energy while making his breakfast.

It wasn’t until he was boiling the kettle to make himself some tea, that the cat finally entered the room, and meowed at him as soon as it saw him, gaining his attention.

“…Hello.” The Master greeted it flatly, and was immediately met with another loud meow, as the cat speedwalked to one of the cabinets. It meowed again, staring at him expectantly, and the Master raised his eyebrow. “You want food?”

“Meow!”

“All right.” The Master muttered, immediately being met with another meow as he opened the door to take out the food you always gave it.

Like opening Pandora’s box, the cat became even more relentless at the sight of its breakfast, nagging at the Master as though, by not having already put the food in the bowl yet, it was being severely neglected. The Master rolled his eyes at its dramatics.

“Yes, I’m getting it.”

“Meow!”

“I need to get the bowl first, you know.”

“Meow!”

“Give me a chance.”

“Meow!”

“Just let me put it in the-”

“Meow!”

The Master inhaled deeply, trying to calm his increasing frustration as much as he could. While he was only joking when he told you that he couldn’t promise not to use the tissue compression eliminator on it, if this were any other cat – and he didn’t have the option to give it to you again – he would certainly be tempted by now.

So instead, he settled for trying to say the same thing you often told it whenever it spoke over you…

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Meow!”

…of course, it never made it stop whining.

Thankfully, it was by this time that the food was finally in the bowl, and the Master placed it in its designated spot on the floor, to immediately be devoured by the ferocious little beast. He rolled his eyes as the cat ate like a starving man, taking the chance to refill its water before it could start another argument over being thirsty.

He wished you would come back soon.

~*~

The moment the Master noticed the cat acting strangely, he immediately went to your room to find you.

In case it was an emergency, he didn’t take the time to explain what was wrong, instead just telling you to follow him. This may have been a mistake, since he noticed you fidgeting with your stim necklace out of nervousness for your supposedly sweet “baby”, but he genuinely wasn’t sure as to whether the cat's behaviour was normal. While there were some things about it that were unfortunately familiar to him, from when he had been infected with the Cheetah virus, he certainly didn't recognise this. His side of the research you both had done into the cat's species also had no mention of it, so he could only hope that yours did. If something wasn’t right, it would be best for you to see it and let him know sooner, instead of going off a basic explanation.

However, when you started laughing at the way your cat – who had been rather quickly rolling around on its back to clean itself – immediately got up and darted to another end of the room, he knew that he had just embarrassed himself.

“It’s okay, Master,” you assured him through a beaming smile, “he’s just got the zoomies!”

“…What the hell are ‘zoomies’?”

“It’s when a cat gets hyperactive.” You explained, as the cat lay on the ground with its tail swishing and wide, cautious eyes, as though it was waiting to pounce on something neither of you could see. “A couple of the books I read mentioned it happening with ‘cats’ like him, too. He’s just letting out some pent-up energy; he’ll calm down again soon.”

The Master would never admit that he was concerned enough for your words to put him at ease. He would take it to his grave.

Instead, he exhaled through his nose, looking at the cat as it sped to another part of the room. “Stupid cat.”

Just as he said that, he saw you move out of the corner of his eye, and turned to find you reaching for one of the cat’s toy mice, which had been lying nearby. When you picked it up, he didn’t miss the way your cat’s attention was immediately on you, its head whipping in your direction, staring at you with eyes that somehow looked both intense and, once again, devoid of any thought.

“Watch this.” You grinned at the Master, before reaching your hand as far from your body as possible, and then dropping the toy on the floor.

The cat bolted for it, its little paws beating against the mahogany floor as it chased the plush mouse, with a speed that was the closest the Master had ever seen a cat get to breaking the sound barrier. Upon reaching the toy, it immediately grasped it in its claws, and frantically dug its fangs into it.

It was so absurd, that the Master couldn’t help the snort he let out.

“It works for as long as the zoomies do!” You said, walking over to another of the cat’s toys further into the room to demonstrate, immediately grabbing its notice again.

The Master watched with amusement as you dropped it, and the cat repeated the exact same set of actions as before. It seemed like each time you picked up another of its toys, it would forget about the one it had, its attention span switching straight to the next possible source of stimuli.

He watched fondly as you picked up another toy, until you walked over to him, and he realised what you had in mind.

“You can try it, if you want.” You offered him the toy, which was another white-and-blue plush mouse, from the same pack as the previous ones you had used. “Don’t worry, it’s dry.”

The Master’s face scrunched up slightly in disgust, not loving the idea of touching something that the cat had once slobbered all over, despite his experience with getting his own hands dirty with ash and blood. Something about it put him off slightly, although whether it was because of the toy specifically, or what allowing himself to play with the cat would do for him, he wasn’t sure.

His uncertain gazed flitted across various parts of your face, the idea that you were trying to make a joke out of him briefly crossing his mind. Upon looking at your genuine, joyful smile, however, he saw that you simply wanted him to him to have some fun with how silly your beloved pet was acting.

He supposed that just one try wouldn’t kill him.

He kept playing up his repulsion at the knowledge that this wasn’t the first time the toy had been used, causing you to roll your eyes as he took it from you and held it out, waiting for the cat to notice him with its next prey ready. Once it did, it froze in place, waiting, as though it had no idea what his next move would be.

The Master smirked before dropping the toy, and watching as the cat took a few fast, wild leaps, and pounced onto it. It moved so quickly that its attempt to catch the poor inanimate mouse made it fly a foot or two across the floor, causing the Master to have to step aside as the cat stopped – tail swishing from side to side, and paws splayed out – then immediately moved again, successfully seizing the toy and chewing on it.

The Master crossed his arms, chuckling a little more loudly than before. Even though he would deny it later, you knew that it was genuine.

~*~

Compared to your usual travels, today was a quieter day. The Master had noticed that you still seemed tired from the risk and chaos of your previous adventure, so he suggested that you both simply go somewhere quiet for a change.

You had landed in the countryside of a fairly Earth-like planet, save for the grass that you had initially thought was dead, until the Master told you that it naturally grew in its hay-like colour. You had a day of walking around the small town the fields led you to, which was quiet due to most of the inhabitants still being at work. You went to a coffee shop that sold teas with a berry-like flavour – you liked them more than the Master did, as he saw no reason to “mess with” what was already a perfectly good drink – and wandered around the market, where you found a spherical glass paperweight with a moving galaxy pattern inside. As you watched it sparkle with each movement, enticed by it as a visual stim, the Master identified that the “galaxy” was made up of compressed stardust, and you were immediately sold.

The trip may have been rather boring to him, but at least it helped you to relax.

The two of you were walking back through the field, the TARDIS now in plain view, when you both noticed something wrong…

…the door was open.

“Oh god, no-!” You immediately panicked, handing your paper bag of the things you bought to the Master, before sprinting up to the TARDIS, which was disguised as a small shed. You stepped through the entrance, and called your cat’s name into the ship, pausing for a moment to listen out for any sign of its voice or footsteps. When there was no response, you immediately stormed out again, looking desperately around the grassy field as you called for it a second time, hoping it would come out of hiding for you.

The Master kept an eye out as well, his gaze carefully scanning the area outside as he walked toward you, before deciding to go into the TARDIS for a moment to put your bag down. He sharply exhaled through his nose as he set it on the console, trying to make sure it was in a position where it wouldn’t fall over, until he noticed something white out of the corner of his eye.

A few feet away from him, he found a feather caught in a small gap in the floor. The barbs were dishevelled, and parts of it had drops of somewhat fresh, scarlet blood. The Master raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning back against the console, before looking up at the door, and calling your name.

“You think it might have something to do with this?” He asked, after you looked back at him through the door. Your eyes lowered to the feather, and narrowed in confusion.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you finally heard a series of light, quick footsteps, and your cat entered the room from the hallway. The Master snickered when you audibly sighed, your body sinking back against the door with relief.

“There you are!” You spoke to the cat in a softer, higher-pitched voice, as though it would help it to understand you – and funnily enough, it did meow back. “You’re not supposed to be outside, you know. There’s no telling what’s out there, you could have been killed-”

You stopped when the cat went behind the door for a moment, and then came back out, using its teeth to drag the bloodied remains of a shockingly large, off-white bird, with four eyes and a spotted black beak. It was slightly bigger than the cat itself, and the Master wondered how it managed to hunt it at all.

You watched worriedly as the cat crawled backwards, tugging the bird away from the door. “Is that a species that could poison him, or…?”

“Nah,” the Master responded, “completely harmless… What are you doing?”

His attention was now directed fully to the cat, upon realising that, with every movement full of determination, it was hauling the bird over to him. Once it stopped, it sat down, staring up at him expectantly. The Master stared back at it, not knowing what to do. He certainly didn’t intend to eat the avian corpse, no matter how much the little creature may want him to.

“Why give it to me?”

“He probably noticed that you don’t look after yourself that much.” You raised your eyebrows, a smug grin on your face as you shoved your hands in your pockets, leaning casually against the door. “He got you some food because you don’t always do it yourself.”

“Don’t you have a go at me, now.” The Master warned you, although the hint of light-heartedness in his tone betrayed the lack of a genuine threat. “Leave the scolding for your cat.”

The cat meowed, trying to bring the Master’s attention back to the “food” it had caught for him. He rolled his eyes.

“How on Earth did he get out, though?” You wondered, your eyebrows furrowing as the cat started to purr, and its eyes blinked slowly at the Master. His mind wandered to the time it opened his bedroom door, to try to sleep on top of him.

“Must have its ways.” He replied, smirking subconsciously at the cat and its prey. Without thinking, he leant over and petted the cat’s head, to which it closed its eyes affectionately, its purring becoming louder from the affection. “Looks like he’s taking after me.”

The Master didn’t notice the warm smile on your face.

~*~

The Master was laying on your bed, with you sleeping under the duvet next to him.

You had woken up from a nightmare that shook you enough to make you feel uneasy about sleeping alone, so you went to find the Master to try to take your mind off of it. You have talked together for a while about anything that came to mind – past escapades, the next places you could go to, your special interest, and anything else – until the Master noticed you struggling to keep your eyes open.

He recognised the way you continuously seemed to be on the verge of falling back to sleep, only to remember the nightmare, and force yourself to stay awake again. He refused to leave you in that state, so he got up, dragged you to your room with only marginal force, and convinced you to get back into your bed. In order to persuade you despite your reluctance, he had gotten under the covers first, not-so-subtly hinting that he would be there to make you feel safe enough to avoid another bad dream.

So now there he was, drowsily lying next to you as you slept soundly, not close enough to him to feel too overwhelming, but enough to relax in his presence.

It was bizarre to him, how anyone - especially a human – could feel safe enough with him to slip into one of the most vulnerable states a person can be in. He, who had devastated worlds, forced their populations to bend to his rule, and slaughtered an innumerable amount of people without a second thought. The Time Lord who has tried to either conquer or destroy your home planet many times over, and has an indiscriminate hatred towards the vast majority of your species, you being the sole exception.

You were undoubtedly the only being in the universe who could feel secure around him…

…or one of the only beings, the Master thought, upon hearing the jingle of the bell on your cat’s collar grow louder, as he approached the room.

Once the cat entered, his silhouette could be seen standing in front of the door for a moment, before he walked closer to the Time Lord, who watched his every move. He meowed, a little too loudly, and the Master checked to make sure you weren’t woken up. Upon seeing you still sound asleep, he turned back and raised a finger to his lips, quietly shushing the cat.

“Your human’s asleep.” He whispered.

The cat let out a smaller half-meow while he lowered himself next to the bed, waited a moment, and then leapt onto the duvet, purring now that he was closer to both your and the Master’s body heat. The Master’s gaze followed him as he walked over his torso, parts of the thick duvet dipping under his paws, and stopped once he was between you both. The cat looked between him and you.

“Go on,” the Master encouraged him, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips, “settle down.”

He wasn’t sure if the cat understood him, or had simply been planning to the entire time, but he did as he was told, lying down on his side, with his torso flush against the part of the duvet you slept under. He rested his paws against the side the Master was on, applying a gentle pressure. From the moment he stopped moving, his eyes slowly started to close, the purring growing quieter as he relaxed in your and the Master’s warmth.

The Master glanced at your face again, to make sure you still weren’t disturbed by the cat’s movement, before he reached his hand over to the side of the cat’s stomach, giving it a few strokes. He hadn’t noticed how soft and silky the creature’s fur was, until the time he had pet him after he caught “food” for him – but he couldn’t deny how pleasant it felt. He could easily see why stroking it became one of your main stims.

“Good boy.” He murmured, before closing his eyes, letting the rhythm of the cat’s purring lull him to sleep.

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I looked at my other drafts, and ended up also finishing a request.

Guess my efforts to start writing again REALLY paid off!

Hi. So.

I'm not fully ready to come back yet (though I have slowly gotten back into writing for fun again), but I'm resting more this week, and found a draft for a fic that was only a few paragraphs away from being finished.

How would we feel if I finished it off and posted it tonight?

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Hi. So.

I'm not fully ready to come back yet (though I have slowly gotten back into writing for fun again), but I'm resting more this week, and found a draft for a fic that was only a few paragraphs away from being finished.

How would we feel if I finished it off and posted it tonight?

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Hi. Small update/vent, since I popped in and saw that it had been 6 months since I last posted.

I had a uni project to do over the summer, and went back to classes this autumn. I've recently moved onto my final project - but since I spent the vast majority of my time this year either working, or stressing out over feeling like I'm not doing enough, I recently reached a point where I essentially made myself unwell.

I'm recovering a bit, thankfully - but I don't think I'm going to be able to write anything new here any time soon. I'm struggling enough to find that balance between work and rest, and since my work involves a lot of my two main hobbies (art and writing), I'm also struggling to find the energy to do either for fun anymore.

I'm really sorry. Thankfully, my course will be over next year, so maybe I can start to pick myself up again from there. But for now, everything already feels like too much.

I hope everyone's having a good day.

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader with a Special Interest in Dinosaurs

Anon’s request: “Hi if its no trouble, could you do headcanons for the tenth doctor x an autistic reader whose special interest is dinosaurs? Tysm, I love your work!!”

A/N: Sorry for the horrifically long delay! ^^; If the anon who requested it is still around, I hope you enjoy it.

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: None.

Needless to say, the Doctor’s happy to talk about dinosaurs with you – and potentially show them to you, too!

He likes having something to talk about that you can fully understand and keep up with him on – doubly so that it's something as cool as dinosaurs. He enjoys when you get excited and infodump about them.

Considering how much humans’ understanding of dinosaurs can evolve and change over time, you’ll likely have some beliefs about them that will later turn out to not quite be true, or some gaps in your knowledge in general.

The Doctor is sure to let you know when this is the case, to the point that, soon enough, you know more about them than any specialist back at home!

The TARDIS most likely already has books about dinosaurs in its library – ones from way ahead of your time, at that – so you can read up on them as much as you want.

You room on the TARDIS has some dinosaur figurines and plushies. Althogether, they cover any textile sensory stims you might have - the plushies are soft and nice to squish, while the figures have varying textures, ranging from scaly, to bumpy, to smooth.

As mentioned, he’ll definitely take you to see them in person – he asks you what your favourite dinosaur is, and takes you to see it, specifically, first. He parks the TARDIS in a spot that’s fairly out of the way, but has a good view.

Since there wouldn’t be many options to help yourselves if you got stranded there for any reason, he takes some precautions to ensure that it doesn’t happen. There’s absolutely no way, whatsoever, that anything could go wrong…

…yet, knowing your luck, a bigger adventure likely ends up happening, anyway. While it is more overwhelming to be stuck there, rather than having control over the situation, you otherwise feel safe enough with the Doctor – you know he’ll get you home somehow.

Thankfully, the TARDIS didn’t get eaten by a T-Rex before you both made it back!

Despite whatever struggles you may or may not endure, being able to wander through a world full of dinosaurs ends up being your favourite adventure with the Doctor by far.

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader with a Special Interest in Dinosaurs

Anon’s request: “Hi if its no trouble, could you do headcanons for the tenth doctor x an autistic reader whose special interest is dinosaurs? Tysm, I love your work!!”

A/N: Sorry for the horrifically long delay! ^^; If the anon who requested it is still around, I hope you enjoy it.

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: None.

Needless to say, the Doctor’s happy to talk about dinosaurs with you – and potentially show them to you, too!

He likes having something to talk about that you can fully understand and keep up with him on – doubly so that it's something as cool as dinosaurs. He enjoys when you get excited and infodump about them.

Considering how much humans’ understanding of dinosaurs can evolve and change over time, you’ll likely have some beliefs about them that will later turn out to not quite be true, or some gaps in your knowledge in general.

The Doctor is sure to let you know when this is the case, to the point that, soon enough, you know more about them than any specialist back at home!

The TARDIS most likely already has books about dinosaurs in its library – ones from way ahead of your time, at that – so you can read up on them as much as you want.

You room on the TARDIS has some dinosaur figurines and plushies. Althogether, they cover any textile sensory stims you might have - the plushies are soft and nice to squish, while the figures have varying textures, ranging from scaly, to bumpy, to smooth.

As mentioned, he’ll definitely take you to see them in person – he asks you what your favourite dinosaur is, and takes you to see it, specifically, first. He parks the TARDIS in a spot that’s fairly out of the way, but has a good view.

Since there wouldn’t be many options to help yourselves if you got stranded there for any reason, he takes some precautions to ensure that it doesn’t happen. There’s absolutely no way, whatsoever, that anything could go wrong…

…yet, knowing your luck, a bigger adventure likely ends up happening, anyway. While it is more overwhelming to be stuck there, rather than having control over the situation, you otherwise feel safe enough with the Doctor – you know he’ll get you home somehow.

Thankfully, the TARDIS didn’t get eaten by a T-Rex before you both made it back!

Despite whatever struggles you may or may not endure, being able to wander through a world full of dinosaurs ends up being your favourite adventure with the Doctor by far.

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

💗 Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! 💗

Oooh, thank you!

I'm going to include some headcanon lists here as well, since I don't really have five fics that I still love tbh - but here we go!

(I ended up going on some little tangents about why I like each fic, so it's all under the cut.)

Sealing the Void (Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader)

It's been a while since I've reread it (or any of my fics, for that matter), so I'm not sure how the writing holds up - but I've always seen this one as my best fic. Not only did it come from an emotional place for me, but the dynamic between a reader who loves cats, and the Master not caring for them, but being fond enough of the reader to put that aside, was fun to write! I'd still like to finish the sequel to this someday.

2. Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

My final Loki fic, and a cute one to end on, if I do say so myself! It was neat to write Loki and the reader going on a mission together, and to show them already being in a fairly new relationship, where they still have some things to learn. Being a oneshot where the two discuss the reader's disability in one conversation, I feel like this fic uses a similar-ish concept to Learning From You, but does it a lot better.

3. Headcanons: Loki with an S/O who stims

Last I checked, this was my most popular piece of writing on this blog (until a certain Doctor Who one I'm also going to list at the end), and I can see why! I liked thinking about ways Loki would interact with a partner who stims in different ways (especially thinking about things specific to him, such as his Jotun form). It's just a nice, feel-good set of headcanons for anyone who stims, and likes the dark haired alien prince!

4. Headcanons: Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader with a special interest in urban exploration

This one combines two of my loves - The Master and urban exploration - to some fun results! I enjoyed writing my ideas for how the Master could be playful or annoying while visiting abandoned places with the reader, and how he would have a penchant for those with darker histories. I had a look through both these, and my similar headcanons for the 13th Doctor, and I have to say that the Master would be more fun to explore with!

5. Headcanons: 13th Doctor comforting a neurodivergent S/O

Since my other favourites only involved either Loki or the Master, I had a look to see if there were any 13th Doctor imagines I particularly like - and this one was quite sweet to read through! Considering her canon admittance to not being good at comforting people, I think the idea of the reader outright telling her how to help them, and her working with that, was the best approach. It was interesting to think of how her ability to help might change when given a specific idea of how to do it.

And now for an honourable mention, because why not?

6. Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader established relationship

Despite the fact that this isn't one I've seen as being particularly special, it's the piece of writing on my blog with the most notes. It might only be because it involves the 10th Doctor. Or it might be because it genuinely is pretty cute! After reading through it again, I think it does deserve to be on this list.

My writing skills are rusty as hell right now, so I think these are all worth reading, until I start improving again.

Thanks again for sending this to me!

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Ok to the people who liked this before reading it: I'm so sorry ;-;

Update (not a joke this time, I promise!)

OK, time for an actual update.

So. I finished my first uni project, ended up being very depressed for the entirety of my half term (no special reason, just life stuff), and then the second project I'm now on has been very fast-paced by design, so I've had even less free time. :')

Also, aside from uni work, my head's been full of P*kémon and nothing else for the past half a year or so. It's taken over my brain chemistry. Please send help. /j

Because of that, though, once this project ends, I'll probably have to rewatch some things to remember how to write the characters I have requests for!

After that... I'm honestly not sure.

Without going into too much detail, I've had a kind of significant wake-up call in my life, and my perspective on how I want to live it, recently (not related to my period of being depressed, don't worry). It's made me think more about where I want my priorities to be in-between, and once I finish, university - and since my skills that I would apply to my dream job have been stagnant for several years despite being part of my course, I'd like to put more of my energy into developing them, so I can have a chance at living the life that I really want to.

As such, while I'm going to see how I go for now, it's entirely possible that the blog will go on a more permanent hiatus. As in, fully indefinite, rather than me returning to it whenever I feel like writing again.

I know it's not a big deal, since I have long periods of inactivity all the time - but I just wanted to put it out there. I really appreciate the love that my fics and imagines have recieved up to now, and I hope that, even if I do quit entirely, people will keep finding some comfort in them. That would mean that they're still doing what I aimed to do when making this blog.

Anyway, yeah - I still have a few requests backed up, and my current project ends soon, so rest assured that I'm not done just yet. There are still things to keep an eye out for!

I hope everyone has a good day. c:

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Update (not a joke this time, I promise!)

OK, time for an actual update.

So. I finished my first uni project, ended up being very depressed for the entirety of my half term (no special reason, just life stuff), and then the second project I'm now on has been very fast-paced by design, so I've had even less free time. :')

Also, aside from uni work, my head's been full of P*kémon and nothing else for the past half a year or so. It's taken over my brain chemistry. Please send help. /j

Because of that, though, once this project ends, I'll probably have to rewatch some things to remember how to write the characters I have requests for!

After that... I'm honestly not sure.

Without going into too much detail, I've had a kind of significant wake-up call in my life, and my perspective on how I want to live it, recently (not related to my period of being depressed, don't worry). It's made me think more about where I want my priorities to be in-between, and once I finish, university - and since my skills that I would apply to my dream job have been stagnant for several years despite being part of my course, I'd like to put more of my energy into developing them, so I can have a chance at living the life that I really want to.

As such, while I'm going to see how I go for now, it's entirely possible that the blog will go on a more permanent hiatus. As in, fully indefinite, rather than me returning to it whenever I feel like writing again.

I know it's not a big deal, since I have long periods of inactivity all the time - but I just wanted to put it out there. I really appreciate the love that my fics and imagines have recieved up to now, and I hope that, even if I do quit entirely, people will keep finding some comfort in them. That would mean that they're still doing what I aimed to do when making this blog.

Anyway, yeah - I still have a few requests backed up, and my current project ends soon, so rest assured that I'm not done just yet. There are still things to keep an eye out for!

I hope everyone has a good day. c:

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Update

Hi - it's been a while (nearly two months, I just realised, since my last post??? Uni really is kicking my arse-), so I just wanted to give a quick update about how things are coming along!

Boop. :-)

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Me waking up last night and suddenly remembering that one of my overdue requests is from over a year and a half ago 🫠

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.

Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.

So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Why on earth did I - a reader-insert blog who has only ever written for Doctor Who and Marvel - log in to clear my notifications, and find a couple of messages from someone wanting to do an Owl House roleplay?

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Hi - I hope everyone's doing well!

Since I keep talking about wanting to finish stuff for this blog, only to get my arse handed to me by the university project I'm working on right now, I just wanted to give an honest update - that being that this academic year has been very brutal to me. Over the holidays, I've had four different briefs to catch up on because of how much I'm struggling, and I've only managed to finish one so far (though I have made progress on the others as well).

As such, I likely won't be able to make anything for this blog until the uni project ends in a couple months. I've been busy enough that I haven't been using social media that much in general, so writing fics and imagines is out of the question for now.

I know this probably sucks to hear (especially if you're waiting for a request), but considering how rough higher education can be when you're neurodivergent/mentally ill, I hope you all understand.

Other than that, I hope everyone has a good new year! Some of you might be feeling pressured to celebrate until past midnight (or already have been, depending on your time zone?), so I hope you're able to find time to relax and recharge. It's okay to want to keep doing your own thing and following your usual routine, no matter the occasion.

Thanks for supporting this blog, and have a good day/night/whatever else! c: