“All the horrible things I did, how could you save me?”
“It wasn't your fault. You didn't know what you were doing.”
BelievedSet after the main events of Audrey Pauley.Believed by Abboz
“How are you feeling?”
Monica smiled as John settled back into the chair at her bedside. “Are you going to ask me that every time you sit back back down?”
“I expect so. Not going to answer?”
“I feel okay, same as five minutes ago. How about I let you know if I don't?”
“Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
“John.” Shaking her head, Reyes reached across to place her hand on his arm, willing him to relax and look at her. It took more than a moment, but it worked and let her lean back again. “I am proud of you for today.”
A familiar crease formed in his brow and made her want to ignore her weakened state and comfort her partner. “I didn't do anything, Monica; it was you that pulled through.”
Despite his doubting, she smiled. “Not true. When we met you would have just believed the science; I know that as the good man you are you would always have been upset
Green HavenTaking advantage of the unusually hot weather one Sunday in April, Will and Djaq stole away from their friends to a small glade in Sherwood Forest. Sheltered from wind by thick greenery, they lounged in the dappled sunshine that filtered through the canopy above, dozing in the warmth as she lay back against him with her head on his chest, enjoying the much needed time to relax.Green Haven by Abboz
The clearing was so peaceful that over the months since they'd first spent time there, they'd been visiting more and more frequently for a peaceful escape, the quiet area always enticing them back once more. As the only two who ever went there, the little sanctuary had served them well, the time together going a long way towards keeping them sane through the hardships of their lives as outlaws.
It was a place he had found as a child, a curious boy searching for wonders and actually finding one. Though at the time he hadn't known what it would mean later, he had come to value the discovery the first time she had
TreasuredClint held his partner tightly to him, cradling her head in his palm to provide at least some semblance of protection. It wasn't easy to control a jet with one hand whilst keeping her safe in his lap, but it was necessary and luckily the direct route meant that most of the time he could rely on the autopilot and keep all his attention on her as she needed. “It's alright.” He fought to concentrate on her beautiful face instead of the blood he could feel on his hand, leaving a matted mess in the place of her stunning natural curls.Treasured by Abboz
Though quiet, she was holding consciousness, but every time she closed her eyes he felt a touch of uncontrollable fear that she wouldn't ever wake up. He needed them to get back to headquarters quicker than they were, needed someone to examine her when all he could do was hold her, comfort her, and give her something to hold on for. It certainly didn't help that usually he'd tend to her wound, she preferred it wherever possible and he treasured tha
HeartbeatsIt wasn't the first time Rose had crawled into bed with him (when he was actually in bed at night), but it was the first time he had been unprepared. The Doctor had showered and put on sweat pants, and was willing himself to sleep when a drowsy Rose padded into his room and slipped in beside him.Heartbeats by midnighttopha
Instinctively, she nestled into him, resting her head on his chest. He knew he shouldn't, but he liked the feel of her hair tickling his chest and her bare arm draped over him. She didn't seem to mind either, but he attributed that to her tiredness.
This cuddling felt natural, something that happened after a particularly harrowing adventure. He wrapped his arms around her, gentle but fiercely protective. She shifted restlessly, and he brushed her hair off her face. "Rose? Are you okay?"
"Just needed to hear your hearts," she mumbled back. "To make sure you were still here."
She nodded into him.
He squeezed her tighter. "I'll always be okay as long as I have you."
How long have you been on DeviantArt?
Too long, which is apparently 7 years.
What does your username mean?
It's the username I have for everything, I created it a long long time ago, when I first needed a username. It doesn't mean anything in particular.
Describe yourself in three words.
Tries and fails ?
Not good enough ?
I hate these things. Honestly you don't want me to start describing myself.
Are you left or right handed?
What is your favourite type of art to create?
I suppose it's writing fiction. I certainly do more of that because I find the other things I'd like to be able to do so frustrating. Or perhaps photography, I at least find getting a decent shot far far easier than drawing/painting a decent picture.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
Anything? I would just like to be able to draw what I see in my head (obviously with the certain degree of differentiation) preferably without using 50 references for a pose that then doesn't even look like that it was meant to. I'd like to be able to actually do likenesses, to do something with skill, something worthwhile.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
I haven't favourited much for a while, but it's almost always fan art, which tends to be digital painting of varying degrees of realism, from realistic to cartoon.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
I couldn't choose to be honest, there's no single person whose art I specifically look forward to (actually in trying to answer this question I found that most people I watch on deviantART aren't really active any longer - somehow even less active than me!) But the most active is a wonderful artist who is a fan of at least a couple of things I am, making great art for them:
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
Pass? I'm not currently in contact with anyone through deviantART.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
Honestly being on this site has had a lot less of an impact than I expected or hoped. Nothing particularly good comes to mind and sadly I have found myself kind of lost in the masses and not interacting with people.
What are your preferred tools to create art?
For writing, the obvious: MS Word and a keyboard.
For other art I mostly use my Wacom Bamboo tablet and Photoshop (I don't recall doing any traditional art for a long time, though I wish I could, I just require too many undos/redos.)
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
I don't have anywhere in particular, the closest thing to a particular place is somewhere watching a show (or more specifically characters) I love; they are all that inspires me to create things, at least I want to create things for them.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
Nothing springs to mind unfortunately. Perhaps when people surprised me by making me things, that used to be amazing.