okay so you know how it goes: fourteen comes to life in thirteen's clothes. and they're both too short and too loose and entirely too bright for his frame of mind. they worked with a doctor who hid everything behind a too wide smile; not so much with a doctor whose pain and tiredness is written across his face
he needs to change. obviously
and then the star beast starts, and fourteen leaves the tardis, and he's still in thirteen's clothes
he just. he doesn't know. how does he choose new clothes? he feels wrong. how will wearing something else change that?
(donna tells him that it's christmas, mate; it's bloody freezing. maybe wear longer trousers, yeah? also he's both too young and too old to wear braces. just a friendly note)
he doesn't have to explain who he is to the unit scientist, not with those clothes. instead he talks about how he doesn't understand why he looks like this. why he is this. why this face? why isn't he someone new?
actually. maybe he is someone new. was he ever this open before? hm
why do you look like that, sylvia hisses, trying to hide him from the daughter he destroyed ruined left
it's a lottery, he replies, purposely ignorant
he still has his thirteenth self's screwdriver. it's too small in his hands
(the whole time they were her, her hands were too small. she didn't like touching anyway, but whenever someone took her hand, it felt wrong. they were too small. sometimes it felt like if she worked fast enough, tinkered about without stopping, she wouldn't have to look at them)
everything goes wrong. his fault, like always
(blimey. of all the things to carry over from the first time he had this face, it had to be the guilt, didn't it?)
you shouldn't look like that, the doctordonna says, and he runs a hand down his face with a tired laugh
no, the doctordonna says, not the face. a hand reaches out to grasp at the collar of his shirt, at the dangling earring chain. this isn't you. who are you, doctor?
like he knows. like they've ever-
she dies.
she lives. he doesn't deserve it. it isn't about him. he still doesn't deserve it
we're letting it go, donna says, and he looks down at himself, at another him's clothes, another him's screwdriver
well, she never was subtle, his donna
the tardis is gorgeous, though when isn't she. he tries to show off his new console to donna, and she rolls her eyes, and drags him off to the wardrobe
unlike normally, where all the clothes are scattered about, the new tardis wardrobe now also has a line of wardrobes stood against the wall. fifteen of them, to be exact
the last wardrobe is open. and empty
he goes to the second to last, and opens it to reveal a wide array of rainbow patterned shirts. she probably would've hated for her things to be organised like this. always creating mess so she wouldn't have to think about anything important. he laughs. and he takes off the sky coloured coat and the worn boots and the earrings and gently places them inside. tag, he thinks, as he closes the doors
and then he moves down to the eleventh wardrobe, full of brown coats and blue suits and neatly pressed shirts and pairs of converse. and he stands in front of it. and he wonders
after a moment, donna's like wait do you want me to leave?? you never cared about nudity before, did you? and he's like oh actually i do feel more self conscious. huh. weird.
he doesn't have to say, i think i'm a different person. not to donna. she just gives him a smile, and a shoulder nudge, and tells him she'll see him in the console room
the last wardrobe is empty
he takes a breath, and then goes to rummage about in the rest of the clothes
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[Image Description: A drawing of a black woman with pink locs that cover one eye, in which a few pink and yellow beads are in them. She has three rings in her ear, and one on her lip, and a dangling star earring. She has three necklaces, of which one has a large pink heart on it. She is wearing an off shoulder dark pink top, and her pink skirt has a drip pattern, alongside a pink belt with yellow chains attached. There is a pink turtle keyring on the chain, and two small yellow layers beneath the skirt. She wears fishnet on her legs and arms, with one arm wearing a stripey pink arm warmer, and both legs with stripey pink socks. One leg has a ripped legging under the sock, whilst the other has a pink ROM knee brace. Her boots are also pink, with a small drip pattern at the top. She has a cheerful expression and stands with confidence using pink and yellow crutches.]
Edit: Changed hairstyle description to locs following feedback!!
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hello! first of all, i love your art and you're a huge insparation for me. i have two questions:
1. do you have any more outfit design/concept sketches like you have with yue, herbalist zuko etc.? if you have, can you share them if it's ok for you?
2. have you watcher korra? what are your opinions of it if you did?
Oh, thank you! <3
about your 2nd question. yes, I watched Korra. I like it!
of course, there are minor things I dislike. but… AIR NOMADS FAMILY (and I genuinely always liked Korra. idk she was funny and loud! and tbh I loved that she canonically ended up with Asami because that was my first thought when I met Asami… well that they should hold hands and kiss. yeah….)
about the 1st question. … yeah?
not as much like doodled digitally. simply because most doodles happen on paper and then when I am home doing warm up and draw them more out properly.
but these are layered! which is kind of fun because I can click on and off layers like a homemade dress-up game :D
I still do my doodles!
sometimes…
when energy is especially low… welp.
oh well uh... -disapares again-
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