time and relative dimentions in shells

hi eleven!

line art: pen on paper. cleanup + colors: on my tiny netbook, using my middle finger (and pixlr.com). finger painting durr

idek

oh nine. don’t be grumpy.

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.

“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 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.)

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TXINPARTAK

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.