David Tennant Appreciation Week 2015  Day 2 

   L Favorite Character/Outfit - Spies of Warsaw 2 of 3

             Jean-Francois Mercier  -  Sweaters and Scarves

#jack being worried about phryne #and phryne flirting with jack when a murderer is nearby #very typical of them #you can see the wheels in his head turning #thinking about her invitation #jack you should have took the chance #and stay in her room to keep her safe #among other things happening #her face in the end is like “take a hint jack and act on it pls”

Night time sketches. Tentoo and Rose.

In case you wanted to see Chris being a clueless seducer.

Christopher Eccleston as Tom&Neil (I think?) Sherry in Linda Green episode “Twins”

[set 4 of some]

→ 10/20 Secret Diary of A Call Girl

Your Hand in Mine

From the first time their hands meet, it is electric. The current between them zings, and Rose’s fingers tingle with in anticipation of  the next time he’ll wrap her hand in his. She wonders if he feels it, too.

Rose reaches for his hand the first time they step across the threshold of the TARDIS under some new sky. “Better with two,” she says, and he grins, and takes her hand in his.

Later, he takes her hand in a basement in Wales. Later still, he leads her out, across the ice of a frozen world, and Rose follows, unafraid.

You need to be careful, because you know the Doctor. He’s wonderful, he’s brilliant, but he’s like fire. Stand too close and people get burned.

Title: In the Hall of the Mountain King Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler Chapters: 2 of 4 Summary: In the distant land of Gallifrey, far up on the highest mountain lives a desperate race locked in a curse for all eternity, but the winds of change are blowing and not everything is as it seems. A/N:  I based the Mountain People’s citadel like Minas Tirith, just set up a mountain.

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The next few days and weeks passed rapidly. Rose hardly had time to sit down, let alone to consider the strange sights of the half-human/half-creature hybrids that populated the city. Martha’s hands were too gnarled for her to do much and Rose had to learn how to mix the herbs to create medicines, to set a broken arm or wing, to stitch up jagged wounds with only Martha’s steady voice to talk her through it. Martha was an incredibly kind and patient teacher, never raising her voice when Rose’s hands shook or when she ruined an entire bath of elixir by letting it burn while she stared out the window.

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“Pouty Face” - Digital Oil Painting

Had to do this one, look how precious Chris’ face is! You’d give that pouty face anything he wanted.

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I Will Follow: Sick Day

I Will Follow is a collection of missing scenes and short one-shots from the Where You Lead ‘verse.

Killian blinked through the heavy, disorienting fog that seemed to have taken up residence in his brain. His mobile was on the night table next to him, buzzing like a wasp, and he couldn’t seem to draw his thoughts together sufficiently to comprehend why that should be. His body took over on instinct and reached from the hot, sweaty cocoon of his blankets to answer the infuriating device.

“‘Lo?” he rasped into the phone, the single syllable setting off a barrage of coughing that felt as though it had set his throat on fire.

Once he’d managed to gasp his way to relative quiet, a voice finally sounded through his phone’s speaker.

“You sound like Hell, Jones.”

“I feel like it,” he answered, in absolutely no mood to be witty. “What do you want, Swan?”

“The Jolly is closed and you’re not exactly known for taking vacation. I wanted to check whether you’re alive.”

He remembered, vaguely, his alarm sounding that morning and having determined that he absolutely could not work that day- besides his own exhaustion, he could tell he was a hazard to public health. He’d considered getting up and putting a sign on the diner’s entrance, but he found that he couldn’t be arsed. His customers would, presumably, be clever enough to determine from the locked doors that the place was closed, and any idiot who couldn’t work it out themselves could ask a friend.

“I’m alive. Leave me be now.”

“Only by a technicality. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Soup? Tea?”

“Only if it’s laced with cyanide. Leave me to die in peace, Swan. You’ll have to get your coffee elsewhere- perhaps you could learn to make it yourself.”

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birthday fic: amazing today

The second of my 30 30th Birthday Fics is for @lizziea2 / @lizann5869​ (the first one wouldn’t tag so I’ve got your other blog too, hah). She just asked for Ten x Rose, and I found this WIP that I’ve been looking for an excuse to shine up and share. 856 words. Here you go!

The Doctor took the steps up to the palace two at a time, his long coat flapping behind him in the rain, and hauled the massive doors open with startling ease.

“Where is she?”

“Doctor! You look a sight.”

He wheeled around to face the footman, eyes wide and frantic. He was soaked to the skin, his hair plastered to his forehead and a puddle forming around his Chucks, but he didn’t care. There was a cast to his gaze that made the footman take a step back.

“Foster, was it?” The footman nodded meekly, and the Doctor strode up to him. “Is Rose here? Tell me she’s here. Tell me she’s okay.”

Foster gaped, unable to form more than a few strangled noises in the presence of the Oncoming Storm. He was rescued by his employer.

“She’s okay, Doctor.” The Empress glided into the hall and rested a delicate hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. She felt it relax slightly. “Rose arrived not an hour before you. We’ve got her tucked up in bed, warm and safe. Foster, please find some dry clothes for the Doctor and have them sent up to the Blue Room.” Foster bowed and scuttled away in relief. The Empress took the Doctor’s arm and steered him towards the grand staircase.

“I need to see her,” the Doctor said.

“I know,” said the Empress. “I’m taking you to her.” She didn’t seem to care that he was dripping water all over her plush carpeting as she led him up the stairs and down a hall, lit only by her small candle. The power was out all over the City, the invaders and the storm had seen to that.

The Doctor had been trying to shore up the government’s communications networks when he learned that the slum Rose was helping evacuate had been overcome by a flash flood. The heavy rain and a dose of sabotage had broken a dam and sent torrents of water through the low-lying shanty town. He’d been unable to leave the server complex, trapped by a downed power line, until he’d finished his work and neutralized the live wires with his sonic and a deflated football he’d found in his pocket. The soldiers who had been with Rose had last said they were retreating to the palace, so that’s where he ran. Only not knowing which room Rose was in had made him slow down.

The Empress pushed open a door near the end of the hall and ushered the Doctor inside. A maid stood and bowed as they entered, but the Doctor barely noticed her. Nestled inside an alcove on the far wall was a small bed, swathed in thick brown blankets and surrounded by gauzy curtains in deep blues and greens. In the flickering light he could make out the shape of her body and Rose’s bright blonde hair, and he pulled back the curtains to kneel by her side.

“Fast asleep, Doctor,” the Empress said. “Almost as soon as we got her to bed. She wanted to wait up for you, said she knew you’d be right back, but after the day she’s had it’s no surprise.”

Rose was curled on her side, having fallen asleep on her own rather than passing out and being arranged carefully by someone else. One hand was curled under her chin and the other arm stretched across the narrow mattress to the edge, and the Doctor took that hand in his own. He heard Foster come in with dry clothes and thanked him absently, then the servant and the Empress left the room. The Doctor pressed Rose’s knuckles to his lips, and she fluttered her eyes open slowly.

“Doctor?”

“Hey.”

“Did you get the server fixed?”

“Yeah. Yeah I did. I think it’ll hold. Are you okay?”

She nodded. “We got the whole lower Ward evacuated, only a few injuries. It’s completely destroyed, but…”

“They’ll rebuild. After the invasion is fought off the government brings in higher building standards, and the Ward becomes a beautiful place to live. One hundred years from now there’s a brilliant young woman from that neighbourhood who will lead a huge civic reform movement, and-” He stopped as he noticed Rose drifting off again. “And I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Stay with me, please? I was so worried about you.”

“Of course. Just let me change. I’ll be right back.” Rose reluctantly released the Doctor’s hand and he slipped out from the curtains. Foster had left him a towel and the loose fitting trousers and tunic common in the area, and the Doctor slipped into them gratefully. He draped his wet suit over some furniture and rubbed the towel over his hair before returning to Rose. She’d shifted over to the far side of the bed and lifted the blanket for him so he could slide in next to her, curling into his side immediately. With her head pillowed on his shoulder and her arm across his chest, the Doctor gave Rose a light squeeze and listened to her breathing even out. “You were amazing today,” he murmured. But she was already asleep.

In the TARDIS garden

For the @timepetalsprompts weekly prompt: gardening on the TARDIS

Pairing: Ten + Rose Rating: light teen Word count: ~600

Rose lay on her back, one hand under her head, the other resting on her stomach.

The Doctor lay next to her, propped up on one elbow, fingers of his free hand tracing slow, soft patterns into her skin.

She sighed happily, summoning up the strength to speak. “Don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of this.”

He hummed in agreement, appreciating the way goosebumps rose on her flesh in wake of his lightly trailing fingertips.

She giggled and slapped at his hand as he neared the ticklish spot on her ribs. Smiling, he lay his palm flat against her instead, fingers splayed, framing her breast in the L formed by his thumb and forefinger.

The TARDIS-generated sunlight caressed their bodies, the heat warming their sweat-cooled skin but not dangerous enough to burn them.

“Love that she upgraded to apple grass too. Nice touch, that.”

If she’d been looking at him, she’d have seen his pleased smirk. “May have put in a request for that, actually.”

She sighed contentedly again, listening to the sounds of the nearby stream and the pleasant songs of the birds. Then her eyes snapped opened as she realized what she was hearing.

Pushing herself up to one elbow, she met the Doctor’s questioning gaze. “Are there actual birds here? I just assumed the sounds were simulated, but…”

She caught the pleased smirk this time. “Oh sure, we’ve got real birds, along with all kinds of insects.” He laughed when she wrinkled her nose at that last part.

She eyed the ground warily. “There are real bugs crawling around here? I thought I was safe in the TARDIS.”

Chuckling, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Of course there are. Not just from earth, either. Just like only a handful of foliage species in here are from earth. Each plant in here has a couple of insect species from its same planet to act as caretakers, then a couple of birds to take care of the insects. It’s an efficient little ecosystem, really. Suits our purposes, anyway.”

Rose pondered this thoughtfully. “That’s amazing. How do you keep the bird population down?”

“Well, I don’t do really anything. This garden belongs to the TARDIS. It’s her thing, her special interest project. A bit of lovely symmetry there, given as she is a plant species of her own. So she maintains it for the most part. Occasionally, though, we do a drop off when any particular TARDIS-bird population gets a bit too large.”

Her face scrunched a bit in thought, unable to recall ever making such a trip. “Have you done one since I’ve been aboard?”

He smiled endearingly at her. “You sleep an awful lot, Rose. There are some routine things I take care of while you do.”

She knew he didn’t stay with her all night every night, and she had wondered what kind of stuff he got up to between putting her to bed and waking her up. On the nights he didn’t stay, anyway. She knew what happened when he did stay…

“What other kind of stuff do you do while I’m asleep?”

His head wobbled side to side a bit. “Oh, this and that. TARDIS repairs and maintenance mostly.” He scooted closer to her, pressing his front against her side. “I save the best activities for when you’re awake, though.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, tilting her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck, where he gently began to suck. “You’re insatiable,” she told him breathily.

“Mmm. Only with you.”