favorite tv shows moodboard: Doctor Who (2005 – present)
So… So… Come on, then. Take mine. Take my memories. But I hope you’ve got a big appetite because I’ve lived a long life and I’ve seen a few things. I walked away from the Last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a madman. I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn. I have seen things you wouldn’t believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things, secrets that must never be told and knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze. So come on then! Take it! Take it all, baby!
This was actually the first one I painted in this series, it just took me a while to post it. I love the idea of the Doctor looking up at the sky and seeing Rose’s face among the twilight constellations.
“The first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all, not ever. And then I met a man called the Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end. … Well, that’s what I thought. But then came the Army of Ghosts. Then came Torchwood and the war. That’s when it all ended. This is the story of how I died.”
I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here. Rose, you’ve got to stop this, you’ve got to stop this now! You’ve got the entire vortex running through your head. You’re gonna burn! I want you safe, my Doctor. Protected from the false god.
Doctor x Rose, not!angst, written for @doctorroseprompts‘ ‘ramifications of Bad Wolf’ prompt. This has been sitting on my hard drive for years, waiting for the perfect moment. There is a lot more of it, but I don’t know where it’s going yet, so this is all you get for now. ~2500 words.
The cracks are how the light gets in.
Rose likes to watch him when she thinks he doesn’t notice. When he’s tinkering with the TARDIS or reading something, glasses perched on his nose and shoulders curled over the pages. She likes how soft he looks, how human. She remembers the blazing fire of his rage, incandescent and terrifying; she knows the darkness of his soul, shattered into as many pieces as the lost planet Gallifrey.
And then, Rose looked into the TARDIS, and the TARDIS looked into her and Rose became the Bad Wolf, and the Bad Wolf looked into the Doctor. She saw him, all his foibles, all his triumphs, golden wings beating in the corners of her vision and the dizzying spin of time in her veins. He’s not human. He’s so much more alien than she ever believed. And yet, when he curls up next to her on the sofa in the green library, long legs wearing soft pants and no shoes on his feet, he’s just the Doctor, a slightly more than eccentric man with an odd penchant for bananas.
And then, they’re facing down a slobbering pack of wild pig-things in some far-flung corner of the universe and it’s as if he’s regained the mantle that he sheds when they are alone together in the TARDIS. The coat billows out behind him, and sometimes she swears he picks breezy spots on purpose just so he can look impressive while he defends her from the antagonistic alien of the day. But she can see it. She can see the moment when he stops being just the Doctor and becomes a Time Lord. She can see it in the set of his shoulders, and in his eyes, ancient in that young face, staring down the length of an energy blade, his fearless posture the perfect buttress for her own courage.
In those moments, she swears she can hear the singing in the back of her mind and she can feel the beating of wings against her vision, fingers of golden light curling and twining around herself and the Doctor. Rose breathes in and the threads of Time stretch out before her in her mind. She can see all that ever was, and all that ever will be and she knows all the outcomes of all the choices and then it’s gone, when she blinks, and she never tells him what she sees.
On Draynar 9 she hears the whisper of the knife in the hand of the native at their backs and screams. The Doctor turns, avoiding a blow that would have killed a lesser being and netting him a nasty slash across the back of his hand that she insists on stitching herself in the med bay, hands shaking; the afterimage of another possible outcome fresh in her mind. In ancient Egypt, she knows the answer to the Sphinx’s riddle before they’re even asked and the Doctor watches her carefully as they make a pit stop in present-day London for Rose’s necessities. They don’t discuss it as they’re thrown headlong into another adventure on an impossible planet and it’s Rose that kills the devil as the Doctor saves them from a black hole. He never does tell her exactly what happened in the pit, but she sees the way he reaches out for her more often and notices he sleeps less than usual for a time afterward.
They avoid what would have been death for her and regeneration for him on an out of the way moon in the Andromeda galaxy when Rose figures out the assassination plot and sniffs out the traitors, while the Doctor is busy disarming this week’s doomsday device, and it’s Rose, blonde hair flying on a windless planet with the turn of the universe burning in her eyes, that stares down the invading force, and it is she that sends them running.
This was last month’s big art project, Rose as the Bad Wolf Time Goddess! Saw this gown and knew it was meant to be worn by Rose Tyler. This is a very large file, so you can zoom in a lot before it starts getting pixelated. I hope you like it, it was a lot of work!