Sorry for being inactive, I really have no excuse than it’s been hard to manage more than two social media accounts. I am a terrible multitasker >< Here is a dump of pencil sketches I did on instagram for practicing and getting back into drawing on real paper. Will try to keep this place updated with more stuff!
Can you reccomend some rewrites that include Rose from season two and on. I've already read the one from chocolatequeennk. Thanx.
Hello there, Nonny. you want Episode rewrite!
I totally get you, they are so fun to read. Don’t forget to check out our list of reclists classified by episodes and specific moments in the Doctor/Rose Timeline right here. Of course those will only show you the fics we reviewed, here are some more that we’ve read but didn’t have time to review for you yet:
Fic Rec: Doctor
Rose: Episode & Series Rewrites:
…concept design and production art for ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ (2004) - scripted and directed by Hayao Miyazaki, produced by Toshio Suzuki, animated by Studio Ghibli & distributed by Toho -
based on British writer, Diana Wynne Jones’ novel of the same name…
I was sad, and when I’m sad I write sad things. This is basically a non-canon version of the ending of the House of Hades. (Word count: 971 words.)
Percy thinks that deep down, a part of him always knew it was going to end this way.
For as the world crashes down around him, as fire reigns, as monsters howl yet all Percy can hear is the blood rushing through his body, as he looks at Annabeth, he wonders how could it ever have gone any different?
They were heroes. And heroes, especially the Greek ones, never got a happy ending.
It started when Bob fell. They were going strong, and despite the odds hope glimmered in Percy, but then Tartarus arrived. And Percy had known Bob hadn’t stood a chance.
The look on Annabeth’s face when Damasen had arrived had been enough to make Percy’s heart soar, and believe for a second they still had a hope. But then the monsters had overcome him too, Tartarus’ shadows beating him down. Damasen still struggled a short distance away from them. He thrashed many monsters into dust, and kept them away from Percy and Annabeth.
Annabeth turns to face him. “Percy,” she croaks. Her face is grimy, wounds feasting on her skin, but her grey eyes remain as unbroken as ever. To Percy, she is more beautiful than ever, and he is overcome by emotion. He wants to grab her, and kiss her, and tell her he loves her over and over again. He wants to take her into his arms and protect her and shield her. More than anything he wants to live with her, grow old with her, have kids with her. He wants to do all the things with her they deserved to do.
Somehow, despite not a word reaching his lips, Annabeth’s face perceptibly changes. Percy thinks she’s understood what he was thinking.
“Percy,” she says, quieter now. They’ve both forgotten the monsters: Small Bob is prowling around them, the last of them that remains strong, protecting them from any incoming beasts. “We need to get the doors. We need to do that–for them–” Annabeth breaks off. She doesn’t need to finish.