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“Confession” - Digital Oil Painting
Hardy tells her all about Sandbrook and she holds his hand and is quiet through the whole thing, silently giving her support.
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When I have time, I’ve been drawing scenes and stills from some of my fav movies. Here’s Juliet from the 1968 version of Romeo and Juliet :)
Thank you to @linnealurks for being so patient when she requested this a million years ago! Linnea requested an illustration for the awesome fic “Doggerel Style” by fannishliss, where a fobwatched Nine is CE’s character from the film “Strumpet”.
(🍋Adult-ish content under the cut.)
Christopher Eccleston in Emily
Anonymous said:I don’t know if you’re still doing the art asks… but could I ask for either Nine/Rose holding hands or Neets/Nomi cuddling/being cute together? Please and thank you!
this picture has filled me with love ❤️
Merry Christmas @timeladyelpia! Tried to make a dragon!nine x rose au based on @loopyhoopydrabbles fic (https://bit.ly/2L5O5xD) Hope you have a fantastic holiday season!
Doctor Who AU where the whole thing with Idris happens during series 1 and Nine and Idris are sassing each other and Idris calls Rose “My Wolf” and nobody can figure out why and Jack is constantly flirting with Idris and making inappropriate comments about the TARDIS being a woman and Nine is seriously considering finding something metal and heavy to throw at Jack’s head
THIS. NEEDS. TO. HAPPEN.
THIS. NEEDS. TO. HAPPEN. NOW.
Ditto!
Latest Painting In Progress - “Journey’s End” (Doctor Who / Ten / Rose)
«[Theta] reached up with his right hand and removed his knit cap.
Most dragons hadn’t ever bothered to hide their horns while in human form. In fact, having large, imposing horns was usually seen as a very attractive feature as it clearly set a dragon in his or her secondary form apart from a mere human. However, since his first few days in this strange modern world, Theta had been keeping his horns filed down relatively short. […]At first this had simply been a precaution, but once he’d met Rose, he’d decided to keep them dull and short to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt her, should the occasion ever arise for her to see them.
“Oo, I like them!” she exclaimed, pulling his chin down so she could examine his hair and horns more closely. “Thought that might be why you wear a hat all the time. They’re cute!”
“Cute?” he sputtered, chin jutting upward out of her grip in defiance. They weren’t supposed to be cute. They were supposed to be…impressive.
“I mean…they’re very manly,” Rose corrected quickly, with a twinkle in her eye.
“Thanks,” he muttered. “That really helps.”
She laughed and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?”
“Ok, then,” he mumbled against her mouth. Oh, but he was going to let her get away with so, so much if this was how she was going to make things up to him. He tried to focus on her delightful, hot mouth but he kept getting distracted by her wandering hands. Rose was taking full enjoyment of his cap-less state, running her hands through his hair, tousling it and stroking the back of his neck, his ears, and his horns and it was driving him absolutely mad. No one had ever touched his horns before. No one!»
- An Adventure Worth Telling, by @bluedawn0123 (Chap.8)
Is there a sketch/fanart somewhere of Nine as seen in this story? Bare chest, with horns and black/blue wings? MMmm.. Id like to see that!!
- @julibellule
@agentkalgibbs replied:
I second the query about fanart for this;D
Happy Tumblversary!!! Conga rats on a year! I'd like to pick NinexRose, Mature, and numberrrrrrrrrrrr 4, peas and sanky :D
Thank you! (lol, peas and sanky! That’s adorable) Here’s your little ficlet!
Professor John Smith dodged the students milling about on the sidewalk as he rushed to his first class of the day. He was running late, very late, and it did nothing to lighten his mood.
He’d had another dream last night, an odd, fanciful delusion full of aliens and other worlds, spaceships and time travel. But the most unsettling bit was the blonde girl who was by his side the entire time, smiling and laughing while they travelled the stars. No one had ever gazed at him like she had, like he was her entire world. And the problem was, he had felt the same thing, too, as if she were the only light in the dark.
And after they had defeated some bizarre sort of alien invasion, they had celebrated… thoroughly. The erotic detour of his dream was the reason he was so late this morning, and he loathed his brain for conjuring up a fantasy girl he had no hope of ever meeting.
Muttering curses under his breath, John yanked open the door to his building and plowed into an unseen stranger on the other side. She tumbled onto the floor with a yelp, paper and books scattering everywhere.
“I’m sorry!” John exclaimed, immediately reaching a hand out to help her up. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, m’ok. You?” She rubbed her sore hip and met his eye.
And John promptly forgot every word in the English language. The stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he’d been dreaming about.
Her brow creased as he failed to answer. “Hello?”
He blinked rapidly, banishing her naked thighs and moans of pleasure from his mind. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Good. Watch where you’re goin’, yeah? Wouldn’t want you to fall and hit your head.”
Why she was concerned about him when he had pushed her over, he didn’t know, so he nodded dumbly in response. Feeling like a giant git, he crouched down beside her to help retrieve the items he had knocked out of her grasp. A pocket watch laid on the ground by his foot and he felt oddly drawn to it, intrigued by the beautiful swirls on the cover. Before he could touch it, she hurriedly snatched it in her fingers and stuffed it in her pocket.
She stood with a nervous smile and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Be careful.”
“You, too.”
He watched her walk away, wondering why he yearned to take her hand and run.
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