#otp: sure fine whatever
#hide your fanfic or i'll draw it
an illustration for the epic “parabiosis” by penumbra, which remains the best piece of fanfiction i’ve read to this day, and i’ve read a lot of fanfiction
She tries to sigh, exasperated, takes a bite of cold wind, shudders, and instead a smile is called forth. She tries to tuck it away. “The world just isn’t ready for you, Fox Mulder.”
Heartened, his eyes crinkle and he reaches for a napkin to blow his nose. He sniffs and takes a chug of coffee. “Good stuff,” he says to the barista, who grunts, polishing spotless stainless steel. “Scully…” Mulder says confidingly, looking past her down the street. “I know I should apologize, but to tell the truth,” - he leans over and mutters against her temple - “that was the best kiss of my life.” He straightens up, eyes on the raveling skyline. “And I don’t regret it for a second. So you see my dilemma.” He buries his nose in his cup.
Cold and lust are a painful combination, and she has to close her eyes. “You’re kidding,” she says weakly, regrouping.
i drew it in 2009 and this is a cropped version. fullview on my deviantart.
BONES AND STUFF YEAH.
Medizinhistorisches Museum der Charité, Museum für Naturkunde (Berlin),
*hugs* *kisses your nose* pssst i love you
Have a good life. Do that for me, Rose. Have a fantastic life.
NINE. NINE SHH. LET ME LOVE YOU.
no scanner atm, hence the camera.
#ATTHS because obviously
"They’re called txinpartak. Pulsar sparks. Like to float around sentient creatures. Oh, just look at the TARDIS! They love her!"
She looks behind them and yes, the mist is circling around his other girl as well, a flock of sparks swarming happily around the light at the top. (…) He puts his leg up into the mist, holding on to her hand for balance, and the sparks swarm around his foot. “Hah! You like the shoe, don’t you? Yes you do. Yes you dooo.”
He’s cooing at semi-sentient sparks. She rolls her eyes, hiding a lopsided smile, and extends her hand into the mist.
Her fingers tingle and she lets out a startled giggle when a small group of sparks immediately rushes to swarm around and between them like a flock of tiny curious fish.
another illustration for my first fic, txinpartak.
the contrast in this is absolute crap on my netbook, although it’s very dark and crisp on my supreme-big-drawing-computer. weep.
#i write fic now
#fics are cool
#i used lens flare and i'm not even sorry
I just wanted to do a coloring exercise. And then suddenly I wrote fic. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. (Especially to the wonderful nation of the Basque People, whose beautiful language I manhandled into this fic and made it alien.)
They’ve stepped out of the TARDIS several minutes ago and she’s a bit bored just standing there in the wet sand waiting at… something brilliant to happen, apparently, as he has whispered to just stand still and wait and is swaying happily, but it’s been several minutes and her feet are getting cold, so she turns to him and takes a breath, but he makes a “tch tch tch” noise so she sighs and crosses her arms and…
…and oh the sky’s on fire. read the rest at Teaspoon
eta: oh. my netbook makes the green look blue. ah bbbollocks.