Because small, beautiful events are what life is all about.

September 01 2014, 07:55 PM

From time to time the Doctor liked to take Tegan out to see a game of cricket; after all, none of his other companions seemed to understand the sport. Of course, The Doctor already knew how the famous clashes would play out. He therefore had a special fondness for the local matches, and would pair this happily with a mountain of jam sandwiches and a spot of cricket tea.
Inspired by the excellent fifthx!
(the unbutchered animation can be found here)

From time to time the Doctor liked to take Tegan out to see a game of cricket; after all, none of his other companions seemed to understand the sport. Of course, The Doctor already knew how the famous clashes would play out. He therefore had a special fondness for the local matches, and would pair this happily with a mountain of jam sandwiches and a spot of cricket tea.

Inspired by the excellent fifthx!

(the unbutchered animation can be found here)

August 30 2014, 07:01 PM

Lineart practice with Fivey! This was so much fun to do!

Lineart practice with Fivey! This was so much fun to do!

August 22 2014, 06:25 PM

theheroheart:

The Ultimate Time Lord: Peter and the TARDIS.

"[Time Lords] are not evil enslavers of their TARDISes. The relationship between a time lord and his TARDIS is infinitely more complex than that. And frankly… well, it’s private.”
- The Company of Friends, Big Finish

August 20 2014, 10:51 PM

Looks like Fivey and friends turned up to celebrate Seven’s ‘birthday’ today in my game!
Happy Birthday, Sylvester McCoy! :) (and of course, Anthony Ainley!)

Looks like Fivey and friends turned up to celebrate Seven’s ‘birthday’ today in my game!

Happy Birthday, Sylvester McCoy! :) (and of course, Anthony Ainley!)

August 17 2014, 07:05 PM

What would the Black Guardian trilogy look like as a video game?
…I question the way my mind works sometimes. :D

What would the Black Guardian trilogy look like as a video game?

…I question the way my mind works sometimes. :D

August 14 2014, 09:49 PM

thewhoviantheatregeek asked:

I’d love to see some cute Eight/Benny Summerfield art

I’m not too up to speed with all of Big Finish, so I probably wouldn’t do that justice - but you can certainly have an Eight!
As always, I’m very open to suggestions for things you’d like to see, so if you have something in mind drop me a note! :D

thewhoviantheatregeek asked:

I’d love to see some cute Eight/Benny Summerfield art

I’m not too up to speed with all of Big Finish, so I probably wouldn’t do that justice - but you can certainly have an Eight!

As always, I’m very open to suggestions for things you’d like to see, so if you have something in mind drop me a note! :D

July 31 2014, 07:12 PM

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starpanda42:

The Coolest Dad to Ever Dad is now an Actual Dad.
IDEK, guys. Don’t ask.

That little Tegan… love it!

starpanda42:

The Coolest Dad to Ever Dad is now an Actual Dad.

IDEK, guys. Don’t ask.

That little Tegan… love it!

July 29 2014, 08:49 PM

But Brave: One Last Drink
There was one question James had asked that forever lingered in Turlough’s mind. Why did Tristan have to go? It was a question he had struggled to answer, and sitting in the Drovers Arms that Sunday evening he found it harder still. From what he understood, this gathering was a regular affair; on the eve of Tristan’s trips to Edinburgh Siegfried and his brother would share a pint, and Siegfried would quiz him on parasitology or pathology or whichever subject he was vainly hoping to pass.But of course, Tristan had never been to Edinburgh, had he?
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Yes, he could recall it well enough - its spires and shops and streets that twisted and turned like a cobbled maze - but the deeper into the maze he ventured, the hazier the images became. Turlough remembered the look on Tristan’s face as the cracks had started to appear. He didn’t want to remember it, but it was hard to forget.It came as a great surprise, then, when Tristan invited him to the Drovers that night. The younger Farnon had said very little since they arrived, and had been nursing his drink for half an hour, its full head having fast dissipated into froth. Siegfried sat beside him. His usual eccentricity seemed absent; he sucked slowly on his unlit pipe, stopping only to glance at his brother every once in a while before his gaze became distant and cold. James was more talkative, if perhaps only to lighten the atmosphere. For that Turlough was thankful, although his questions had started to wear more than a little thin.“So where will you go? When you leave Darrowby, I mean.”“Oh, I don’t know,” Turlough shrugged. “I’ve no doubt he’ll get us into some sort of trouble. It seems to have a funny way of finding him.” It was strange to refer to the Doctor in such a way, as a third person, an ever-present yet never-present he. He glanced to Tristan, half-expecting to meet the young vet’s gaze, but Tristan did not look up.“I see,” said James. “Well, I’m sorry you got caught up in all of this. It must have been an awful bother.”“No, not at all.” There was truth in it. Over the past few months his relationship with the three men had strengthened, and he had come to understand them, even enjoy their company. He raised his hand to his sleeve and ran his fingers over the mark etched into his skin. A long time ago he had been a part of something. And now, for these brief few moments, his welcome into this dysfunctional group seemed both humbling and bittersweet.Siegfried cleared his throat. “James, my dear fellow,” he mumbled, “I don’t suppose I could trouble you for another round?”"Right," said James. Seeing the expression on Siegfried’s face he looked to Tristan and added, "Tris, would you mind giving me a hand?"As they left the table Siegfried started to suck again at his pipe, and with one hand began to turn his empty drink, gazing absently at the leftover foam clinging to the glass. “If all this nonsense is true - look after him, won’t you?”Turlough smiled. “I will.”"You know, it’s the most curious thing," Siegfried mused, his voice carrying the faintest quiver of wry amusement. "I always wanted a little brother."When they left the Drovers some hours later it had long since turned dark, and a stiff breeze battered against its old wooden sign. As it swung on its hinges it gave out a dreadful moan. Somewhere in the distance, a flock of sheep bleated nervously."I’ll see you in the morning," said Turlough, offering Tristan his hand.Tristan shook it gently. “Yes,” he replied, his lips pulling into a half-smile. Burying his hands in his pockets he looked at his feet, then up at the stars."Tell me something," Turlough asked, watching him. "Why did you invite me tonight?"Tristan paused, and when the words came they were slow and thick in his mouth. “It’s funny, that. If I am who you say I am - if when I open that watch tomorrow I just disappear—” His throat caught for a moment, and it took him a while to continue. “I - I just don’t want to forget. Even if I have to forget - I want somebody to remember the way things are now.” He scratched the back of his head. “Sounds frightfully silly, I know.”No, Turlough thought to himself. It’s not silly; it’s human.In the past he had used to think the Doctor was brave, but he had learned in the young vet a new kind of bravery; a quiet kind, so hidden and understated that it passed by virtually unnoticed. Part of him longed for Tristan to run, to escape to Edinburgh and pass his exams with flying colours, to live, grow old and die in that little village of Darrowby.But he knew there could be no happy ending. He knew he would see Tristan in the morning, and that soon, it would be a stranger who walked out in his clothes. And once again, that unrelenting question played on his mind: why did Tristan have to go?
All credit for this fantastic AU goes to starpanda42!

But Brave: One Last Drink

There was one question James had asked that forever lingered in Turlough’s mind. Why did Tristan have to go? It was a question he had struggled to answer, and sitting in the Drovers Arms that Sunday evening he found it harder still. From what he understood, this gathering was a regular affair; on the eve of Tristan’s trips to Edinburgh Siegfried and his brother would share a pint, and Siegfried would quiz him on parasitology or pathology or whichever subject he was vainly hoping to pass.

But of course, Tristan had never been to Edinburgh, had he?

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July 26 2014, 08:06 PM

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nimonlemonhorn: I'd be EXTREMELY happy if I saw that aftermath story of But Brave you mentioned in your reblog of spacetimeconundrum's writing! Of course there's no hurry for anything, after all you said you needed to polish it up first.

Yes! :D I am working on this, and a couple of other things related to But Brave, and I hope to have something posted up soon - thank you so much for your interest!