Sadly, I didn’t have enough time to devote to a proper edit or fic this time around, so all I have to offer are these little pieces of possible scenes taking place between Jack and Castiel (and I’m submitting it so late orz). But anyway, here it is:
Scenes in which Captain Jack Harkness tries (and fails) to seduce Castiel.
i really really want to make souvenir pennies a thing for the thirteenth doctor
like technically all their regenerations are supposed to be used up but they’re still kicking
“look it’s a penny, all beaten up, worn out, forgotten. someone would think that it’s worthless”
“and when it’s transformed and pressed and stamped it’s made into something new, something worth remembering, something that reminds people of memories”
and it’s like a metaphor for how the companions think they’re ordinary and forgotten and not worth being but they get reforged into something memorable in their travels
Their thing would be:
New shape [smiles and flips the coin, catches it, examines for heads or tails] same purpose
(especially if the thirteenth doctor was a woman or a person of color or someone who is not a whitecisdude)
and whenever they have an episode that’s particularly traumatic they make a little coin or something as a reminder (how hard would it be so sonic a penny press really) and put it in a cabinet so they won’t forget it
and 13 gives the companion’s fav coin to them when they leave so they can’t forget and they’ll have a reminder they can keep doing good by being ordinary and decent
So… I made a gif series on my other account for superwholockthecomic for Fanwork Friday (found here). Then I decided to do what the actual prompt was this week which was genderbend. So, you get a few doodles here yep. One from each fandom. I might do more later :)
(These are each approximately ten minute sketches max? I think? I don’t know but they were fun to do regardless)
This kinda sorta completely changed my head canon for DW okay. I like the idea that the reason 11 never goes back to see his old companions is because he knows how much they meant to 10. (Because, let me be honest, before this I hated that there was so few connections to 9 and 10 in 11’s era).
“Agent Winchester. I’m Rose Tyler. I’ve been assigned to work with you."
"Isn’t it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded. Who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Tyler?”
“Actually I’m looking forward to working with you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
For superwholockthecomic’s Fanwork Friday this week. I had never seen X-Files before, so I watched the first episode to do this. I figured, why not draw them meeting? (I have many headcanons about this now…)
Here is my participation for the Fanwork Friday of Superwholock the comics ! The career change theme was cool and when i read “What if Sam and Dean Winchester were the last of the Timelords?” i was enthousiastic about the idea and had to draw it.
If you don’t know the Superwholock comics well you should read it now, because it’s a great job : The story is really good, cleverly mixing the differents universes with a well balance of the differents characters. Definitly a must read.
The First of the Fallen - A Superwho AU fanfiction
The Angel stalked through the Garden of Eden. This in itself was troubling: as a rule, Angels didn’t
. They flew, or slithered, or glided, or swam, or even occasionally walked, but they never
. Stalking implied agitation, and agitation implied emotions, and emotions were dangerous. Emotions caused doubt and judgment where there should only be trust and absolute faith: faith in the other Angels, faith in their way of life as shepherds of the universe and its inhabitants, merely observers occasionally nudging in the right direction—and of course, faith in the Lord, their Father, Creator of All that Was, All that Is, and All that Ever Would Be.
And yet, though this doctrine had been drilled into the head of every Angel from the moment they were complex enough to form thoughts of their own, the youngest of the Angels could never quite understand it. He loved his siblings and his Father, of course. He stood by their side as they watched the universe, helping the souls deemed Good reach Heaven, secretly living for the days when he was sent to interfere in the lives of mortals, silently dreading the days when they were to watch as terrible things happened to those same mortals. He had voiced his doubts before to his siblings: Zacharias had scoffed, and Uriel had chuckled, and Castiel, though his brow was furrowed, had said that their Father had made it so, and must have had a compelling reason for doing so. Then Balthazar made a joke, breaking the tension, and the Angels went back to observing and shepherding and accepting without question. But the youngest Angel still had doubt in his heart, though he never spoke of it to his siblings (with the exception of Joshua, who was extremely good at listening with interest and acceptance, and who often provided wisdom throughout the eons). He continued to live as his siblings did, the doubt steadily growing in him; until one day, it became too much to bear.
It was thus that Joshua saw his youngest brother storming through the Garden, trampling perfectly tended plants, a dark, serious look in his eyes.
“Little brother, are you… well?” he inquired, an eyebrow rising as the Angel looked up, startled from his reverie. The Angel slapped on a toothy grin, wide eyes regarding Joshua and his surroundings as if noticing where he was for the first time.
“Well? Of course I’m well! How can I not be well when all I do all day is watch the universe go by and guide a few souls now and then? I’m in perfectly good condition, watching from above, separated from everything going on right beneath my feet!” He lifted himself a few inches off the ground and pointed at his feet to emphasize his point, grin still in place.
“Ah. One of those days. What was it this time?” Joshua inquired.
The Angel dropped with a heavy thud, his grin instantly replaced by a grim frown. He stared at a tree in the distance. His voice lowered, barely controlled emotion stirring beneath.
“Half of a galaxy. Stars and planets consumed by war, blown up or sucked dry and left to rot. Systems burning. Black holes and rips in reality being generated and used as weapons of mass destruction. Reapers of all types feasting on the aftermath.” His voice lowered to a whisper, his eyes finding Joshua’s, revealing the depths of his grief for the suffering of the mortals below.
“Joshua, I could hear them screaming, hear them begging for help in my head even as they burned, begging for us, begging for Father to do something, anything, begging to be saved. Children crying and shrieking, not understanding what was happening to them as their world burned. I tried to save them, Joshua. Even when Father said we mustn’t, I tried. They had to hold me back, drag me away from the scene.” His eyes suddenly shifted away, his tone changing abruptly to become more light, affected, facetious. “They’ll probably want to put me on probation. Stick me on another observation deck at the end of the universe during some quiet millennium where I can’t cause any trouble.” His eyes fixed on a small pond, more like a puddle, really, a few yards away. Joshua, seeing where he was staring, put a hand on his shoulder.
“Careful, brother. You’re getting very emotional, and it’s causing you to doubt. You—”
“I don’t care!” The young Angel cried, pulling away. “You weren’t there! You never saw them burn, never heard them scream! It was bad; it was terrible, horrible! It was wrong! I can’t understand how Father could condone it, how our siblings could stand there and watch! I can’t just sit around doing nothing anymore! Not if it leads to this!”
Joshua did not stir, did not blink an eye. He stared at his younger brother for a few moments.
“You understand what doing this means, don’t you? None of our siblings have ever done this before. Once you go, you can’t come back. You can’t even keep your name.”
“I understand,“ the young Angel whispered. "But I can’t stay. Not after this. Life is so much more than watching. We should be fighting evil, saving people, helping and healing.”
The corners of Joshua’s eyes crinkled. “The Doctor of the universe?”
The Angel chuckled humorlessly. “Yes, I suppose so.”
They walked over to the small pond. The garden was littered with ponds, of all different shapes and sizes, no two alike except in that they did not reflect the vegetation and stars above them. A cluster of ponds, the young Angel noticed, was scorched, their reflections black, empty. Looking down into this particular pond, they saw a field of stars, none of the constellations familiar. A middle-aged, mid-sized star was barely visible at the edge—nothing special about it, the universe was full of them. In its orbit, barely visible against the background, was a tiny blue planet, a small spark of life in a system isolated from most of the stars in its galaxy.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Joshua asked.
His youngest brother turned to him, staring him in the eye. “I have to.”
Joshua smiled, looked at his younger brother.
“Then good luck, Doctor. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
The Angel smiled back, waved a hand in goodbye. Turning to the pond, he stepped forward, sliding through the surface without leaving a ripple.
Slowly, but quickly gaining speed, the Doctor fell to Earth.
I was going to write more on this, but I’ve just been to sick to focus on much. So for fanwork friday, a HS AU:
Sam sighed as he trudged up the steps. New high school, more people that would just call him a freak. Dean walked just ahead of him and reached for the door. It opened suddenly and a broad, dark haired, blue eyed young man in a letterman jacket that looked about Dean’s age all but burst out the door. “Hello there,” he smiled, glancing at Dean before fixing on Sam in a way that made the freshman shiver. “Jack Harkness, and who are you?” He stuck out his hand
“Sam…Sam Winchester.” Sam shook, still a bit stunned. Dean put himself in between his brother and Jack before Sam could take his hand.
“And I’m Dean.”
“Glad to meet you both,” Jack said smoothly, guiding them inside. “Heard we were getting some new students, let me show you around.”
“Ok angel face, if you want to get Deans attention, you’ve got to appeal to his basic male instincts. In other words, let’s make your man jealous.”
“ How do I do that?”
“ Like this! Oh, I think it’s working.”
“ He doesn’t look happy.”
“That’s it, hands off my angel, alien boy!”
I never thought that I would really really love drawing Sherlock and John. But apparently I do because Sherlock is always the one I finish first. Another part of my post-apocalyptic!Superwholock (inspired by superwholockthecomic’s Fanwork Friday ideas).
I love doing these quick drawings, they’re such great ways to get rid of art block.