Hardly ever the Doctor gave into sleeping. And hardly ever Rose went inside his room. But after an impossible planet and an impossible god, something rather unlikely happening wasn’t all that out there.
Will most probably color it later on. I just wanted celebrate that I did this with hardly any reference for their faces and THAT’S A HUGE ACCOMPLISHMENT AHHHHHHSDFKHSJKDF
According to my own understanding they don’t kiss inside the series other than the times we’ve seen them kiss but FUCK IT it’s a fanart. Also the Doktah being in bed instead, putting him in the more vulnerable position, haha, can’t resist that.
He Loves You, Rose Tyler!
Thank you TK, for picking Rose for the 1k yay win prize.
Genre: Adventure, Mystery, Romance
There’s a new, locked door in the TARDIS.
Rose and the Doctor have just returned home from a pitch-black abandoned space station, where they spent two days running for their lives from light-eating vampires. Exhausted, standing in the corridor outside her bedroom, Rose shakes her head, blinks a few times to make sure she isn’t imagining things.
The strange new door stubbornly remains beside the entrance to her room, right where it most decidedly has never been before, not in the two years she’s lived and slept here.
Frowning, Rose steps forward and touches the cool copper-colored portal. It doesn’t have a doorknob, just like the door to the butterfly room, except the door to the butterfly room has a habit of popping open and ejecting a few fluttering occupants anytime she walks by. This door stays firmly closed.
The two times Bad Wolf brought The Doctor his Rose back and the one time it didn’t…
"Valiant," he breathes. "From valliant of a slightly different spelling, meaning brave. That from valoir, which is ‘be worthy’ or, originally, ‘be strong.’ That from valere," he concludes. "Meaning …"
"Yeah?" she asks softly, brushing his hair back from his face.
Unknowingly, he nuzzles into her hand. “‘Be strong’,” he says. “‘Be able.’ ‘Be well.’ ‘Have worth.’ ‘Have-’”
She shifts on top of him, both sighing as he slips out of her, both now conditioned for the withdrawing.
"‘Have power,’" he concludes, opening his eyes to watch hers.
"Over you?" she asks, the smallest frown of confusion crossing her face.
He reaches up, brushes her hair out of her face, the sweat-soaked strands sticking to her skin. “Yes,” he says, comforted, reassured once more that this isn’t some needlessly complicated trap. “You are.” He’s referring to her position, obviously, nothing more." - Non-Linear Love Story, Rallalon (via isilienelenihin)
Allison asked if I could do a coloured version of this speedpainting I did a few months ago.
Doctor Who AU - Pete’s World - An Adventure in Parenting
→ The Eighth Doctor and the Bad Wolf fight the Time War side by side (x)
He knows her, somehow. Perhaps he has forgotten, but when she calls him My Doctor, he is certain he will walk with bloody heels until he finds her again.
Her skin is lined with the glow of the vortex; planets move along her blades and bones. It is she who protects him in the front lines of the War, who locks her shield with his against the Meanwhiles and Neverweres and the Could’ve Been King, who follows him into the siege.
President Romana, in all her faith, hands him a weapon, a choice. The Medusa Cascade detonates in cadmium light and leaves his body mangled. She calls him to her, and when he wakes he is new and she has gone.
He could build kingdoms of gold in her honor.
A little interlude of my usual fandoms here.I made a mistake 2 weeks ago. I started watching Doctor Who. Finished season two yesterday. God damn it. I think that was too much angst, even for me. I spent the evening sobbing on the floor. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF SERIES IS THIS OMG D’8
So like everytime something is too much, I draw myself my happy ending. I’m kind of scared to watch the rest, I don’t think my feels will support this…
Since I’ve gotten so many nice asks about my icon, I’ve decided to share it!