#my silly... also i never realised how much more i draw jane with him than i do her with cowe... this could almost count as

[puphoods]

companion post to the last one (art over time of peach) (long image heavy post as well)

THEEE original design. straight up based on a plushie i have that was a comfort item of mine for a long time. the only time i ever drew him like this bc it kind of sucked to do and i didnt want to draw the fur like that all the time

anthro designs for him... i never managed to pin down a colour scheme for him so always just sketches or id colour him in a light purple so it looked a bit more done. which is why he ended up with a purple design when i started drawing her proper. i remember really liking the face shape i drew in that middle sketch in the first image which is crazy to look at now... also bonus old jane art too!

the second colour image is a direct redraw of the first btw... literally one year and one day apart. crazy

THEEE FIRST OFFICIAL REDESIGN! i decided to lean into the purple and figured out a bit of patterning and colours for her. this was THE blueprint for a long time... i fiddled with minor details but she stayed mostly the same for a few years. these two images nearly a year apart

shitty little sketch as well but i think my first time i decided to draw him with fangs. and longer neck (always an alt design but i never drew bc im bad at drawing furs with long necks)

up until the most recent version of this design for him... im still fond of it but i honestly got bored of drawing him this way. purple one of my least favourite colours and it was always a bit of a cop-out design, and i started having more fun drawing him looking a little weirder (comparatively LOL). second image i think the last time i drew him this design from may this year...

+ the most current redesign... what he looks like as of june? and most current art. leaned into his fangs and stuff and decided to make her officially a hybrid rather than just a kind of weird llamathing... so hes a llama-hyena. i think i did a decent job of mixing features. and the colours were supposed to be one test and i was going to try out different colours and patterns but i ended up really liking it... i will probably fiddle with it a lot and change them again but for now this is what he looks like

^posting that one censored because i like the art :3

BONUS. theeee plushie. excuse hes a little dirty he needs a wash...

[cynicalclassicist]

Doctor Who: Visitors to the Vault

By Toby Sutton-Long.

This isn’t mine but was done by another of the Lockdown writers who very kindly sent it to me.

“It’s the eyes.” “Oh yes, and the hair.” “The eyebrows, definitely.” “The way he shapes his mouth.”

The students were all furiously looking around to see where that gossip was coming from. A few near the front were taking notes so quickly they went through multiple pens. The more experienced of them wondered why, it’s not as if the Doctor set essays or exams or anything. In fact nobody knew what exactly he was paid to lecture on, but his tutorials were always the most popular, the one thing that would get any student straight out of bed after a hangover. Sometimes the people who came weren’t part of the university at all, but had somehow heard of this marvellously clever and wonderfully bonkers man. But none were as noisy as the two gossiping older women four rows from the back.

Sarah Jane Smith and Jo Jones.

Back at Bannerman Road a week before, Mr. Smith had reported some strange alien detections coming from St Luke’s University. Sarah hadn’t considered that odd, but she was quite surprised to hear that they’d been emitting since 1947. She just couldn’t figure out how this had gone unnoticed for seventy years. At this point she’d say something to Luke or Clyde or Rani or even K9, but they’d all gone and flown the nest, and she’d found hunting aliens just wasn’t as fun by yourself. She thought about asking Osgood or Jack, but dragging UNIT or Torchwood into something like this never usually went well. Ace was too well known to go undercover, and the Professors Chesterton were presenting a tour of talks in Europe about the Aztecs. But she knew she wouldn’t have as much fun with anyone other than Jo, who luckily was in England for a bit, looking after her grandson Quito, who wanted to try a year at a “normal school”. And so the two old friends went all the way down to Bristol in Sarah’s magical car, which she refused to give up for anything.

Within about ten minutes of them parking up they decided to follow the large congregation of students piling into the big hall. They had a cover story all prepped, if questioned they would say they were the aunties of some fictitious second-year biologist who got lost. But nobody seemed to notice them at first, even when Jo managed to knock someone’s orangeade all over their laptop. It was only until they both seemed to have the thought at the same time that this man was the closest a human could ever get to the Doctor, that they began to draw attention to themselves. Seemingly everyone got the same thrill from watching him bounce across the stage, talking at a million miles an hour about nonsense. There was a beautiful girl who stared right at him, her big eyes looking in amazement and the biggest smile you could ever see, a look of privilege just from knowing him. If this man was the Doctor, this girl was certainly the current lucky companion.

“You can almost imagine him doing some Venusian aikido!” giggled Jo. “I wonder how many jelly babies he eats a day?” responded Sarah in an equal fit of laughter. At this point they looked round and noticed how many of their fellow audience members were tutting at them, and the ladies resolved to head back outside to search for the readings further. Sonic lipstick in hand the two investigated the four corners of the building, but found nothing especially alien that couldn’t be explained by the presence of thousands of students. Sarah longed for K9, he could have been a great deal of help, but he was on the UNIT Moonbase with Luke. As the midday sun glistened over the gorgeous building, Jo leant over a gate to have a moment’s rest, before seeing a portly little man in a brown duffle coat rushing down the path. He was looking round shiftily, but did not spot her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but he looked suspicious, perhaps alien.

Jo acted quickly, rushing over to Sarah, who was scanning some soil in a flower-bed. “Sarah Jane, I think I’ve found something, someone!” Jo excitedly gushed. The two held arms and rushed in the path of the strange man. He had disappeared by the time the two were by the other side, but luckily Sarah had noticed an open basement door leading down a dark and dingy flight of stairs. Treading carefully but not wanting the man to evade them, they made their way down what looked to be a very abandoned basement, full of bats and spiders’ webs in every upper corner. After four of these flights of stairs, the adventurers saw several aggressive flashing red lights reflecting onto a wall, before turning to see a huge door casting a massive shadow. The sonic lipstick appeared to go mad in Sarah’s jacket pocket, pre-tuned to the readings clearly coming from the other side.

“It must be programmed for sonic devices.” murmured Sarah as she aimed the device at the door. Some noises responded back, as if the door was decoding itself. “Oh my, Sarah Jane!” Jo cried back in horror, “Maybe it’s a trap for the Doctor?” “That’s what I’m worried about.” Sarah kept pressing on the sonic lipstick as a desperate attempt to get it to work faster, but eventually the door opened to reveal a massive, white spacious chamber. In the middle there was a piano where a woman very much resembling a Victorian nanny was playing some grand number, and generally ignoring her visitors. She looked extremely comfortable with her surroundings, and after about three minutes she spun round on her stool and finally noticed the women.

“Oh, you’ve regenerated! And you’ve got Sideshow Bob doing it too!” she yelled excitedly in her thick Glasgowian accent, before squinting at them, “Which is which?” “Who are you talking about?” Sarah asked. “Ooh, intruders! How exciting! Well, I would welcome you to the House of Fun, but the guv’nor’s gonna be rocking up and chucking you out any minute!” she skipped towards them. Jo looked at her in deep contemplation. “You know my darling, I feel as I know you. Have we met?” “I’ve been in for a while love, I don’t think so. But hang on, now you mention it, you both look very…” the woman paused in contemplation, “I know! The exes!” Sarah and Jo looked at each other and then back at her, but before they could say anything she spoke again, “Never really had that much to do with each other, did we Calamity Jane? But you, you were my first. And…” she dramatically leaned in to stage-whisper in Jo’s ear “My secret favourite, don’t tell the others!” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.” Sarah repeated. “Neither do I.” Jo added.

“You do, silly! You know, you will obey me! Axons and Sea Devils! I suppose I do look a bit different shaved.” Jo’s light bolt moment struck, “Oh my, you’re the Master aren’t you?” The woman’s eyes lit up, “Give the girl a gold star! Call me Missy. Oh, you look a bit different. Age has improved you my dear, do you think I should give it a go?” “That’s the Master, a Time Lord like the Doctor Sarah Jane, and not a very nice one.” Jo explained to Sarah, “But I thought they’d all died?” “Oh Time Lady, I like to be old fashioned!” Missy chirped. “What are you doing back here on Earth? You’ve been stopped before, and we can stop you again!” Jo straightened herself and Sarah aimed her sonic lipstick. “Oh don’t stress yourselves! I’m a prisoner for crying out loud, for my redemption.” Missy uttered these words as if she couldn’t quite believe that she was saying them. This shocked both her visitors and there was silence for a few moments.

“Well, it’s nothing more than you deserve!” Jo shouted, but Sarah was more curious. “Who imprisoned you?” she asked, and Missy merely smirked. “Oh you know, you’ve always known. Both of you.” Jo and Sarah looked at each other, and each gulped a gulp of realisation. “The Doctor…” they said in unison and shock. “He was that lecturer…” “Of course he was!” they felt a mixture of excitement at the prospect of seeing their old friend, but also a feeling of surprise that he was staying on Earth again. He hated it so much last time, when they both knew him, he always complained about it. Was he being forced to guard this strange Master’s prison? Was he somehow doing it out of choice? “How long have you been here for?” Sarah asked, trying to figure out what was really going on. “Well, we arrived here on Tuesday, so…” Missy counted a few fingers, “I’d say just about seventy years.” “So the Doctor, the Doctor’s spent seventy years lecturing at the university, and you, you, have been here?” Jo quivered. This sounded so unlike the Doctor she knew and loved, even he wouldn’t sit back for all that time, especially as a prison guard. But was he doing it to save the world? But why on Earth, why not take her someplace else? Jo wanted to ask Missy all these questions, but when she tried to nothing would come out. “Why?” she could only ask.

“Because it’s right. Because it’s decent. And above all, it’s kind.” Jo and Sarah instantly spun round at the very hearing of a far more masculine Scots tone, the tone of the lecturer they’d seen just a few hours before. He had just entered, accompanied by the man in the orange duffel coat. “Hello Jo, my Sarah Jane.” the Doctor put a hand on each of their shoulders, “Come on, we can talk in my study. Oh, this is Nardole by the way.” Nardole sneered at them disgustedly for some unfathomable reason. As the Doctor began to walk his old companions out, Missy piped up again. “Oh, pity, I thought I was finally getting some company at last!” Missy looked pointedly at them. “Not now Missy. Nardole, you clear up here.” the Doctor commanded as he led Jo and Sarah away.

The late afternoon sun glistened pleasantly on the beautiful old building of St Luke’s. The three old friends had spent hours drinking hot sweet tea and catching up. The Doctor explained about Missy and about Nardole. It even turned out that Nardole had seen pictures of Jo and Sarah and was only running to inform him. Speaking of Nardole, he turned up briefly a couple of times and left swiftly, refusing to talk to anyone but the Doctor. And as the clock struck five minutes to six, the Doctor shot up like a light. “Right, I’ll have to chuck you out. I’ve got a student coming in any minute, personalised tuition.” he said with regret at having to say goodbye. “That’s alright, I need to go anyway. Mr. Smith’s just sent me a message, there’s been a Vervoid spotted in Bethnal Green, I’ll deal with it.” Sarah explained. “Oh yes, one thing I’ve liked these past seventy years is having every alien invasion already sorted for me. Usually by myself!” the Doctor smiled. All three stood up, and Jo and Sarah looked at the TARDIS one last time. It still looked the same.

“Do you think you’ll ever fix that circuit thing in the TARDIS, so it won’t be a police box?” Jo inquired, somehow knowing the answer. “Do you want me to?” the Doctor’s eyes sparkled and Jo shook her head. “Of course not Doctor, you know that!” she smiled. Suddenly the door burst open and a young woman appeared - the same beautiful woman who was in the lecture who seemed so in awe of the Doctor. “Oh sorry, I didn’t realise you had company! You never have company!” she gushed. “Oh yes, Bill, these are my friends Jo and Sarah Jane.” “Just friends are we?” the girl giggled, “Or is there something more…” “Yes, thank you Bill.” the Doctor sharply interrupted.

Jo and Sarah made their final goodbyes and returned to the car. As day turned to evening and evening turned to night, the two women cruised up the M4, they thought deeply about what they had seen that day. In the decades that had followed their times travelling in the TARDIS and working at UNIT they had grown and changed so much. Jo had visited every country in the world, and Sarah had met and helped out so many. Each had found a family they loved so much. But what of the Doctor? He’d always been travelling, ever since they first met they both vowed to get in touch with as many of his other companions as possible, to great success. They always thought of the Doctor living the same life he always had, helping out, saving lives, changing his face in his magical blue box. But what if his life changed, just as much as anyone else’s?

“He won’t be there for much longer, I’m sure of it.” Jo decided at first. “I don’t think so either, Jo. But if that means the Master gets out…” Sarah tentatively uttered. “He’ll stop her. Hey, the Master, a woman!” “Maybe one day the Doctor will be a woman!” There was a lot of laughter at that prospect, and when they calmed down their thoughts turned to the girl they saw, Bill. “She’ll be the next, I can feel it. We were like that once!” “All that enthusiasm! And he really seemed to care about her.” “He’ll be travelling the universe again soon enough, with her. They’ll be best friends, and then they’ll have to say goodbye one day. Everything’s a stage in life, isn’t it Sarah Jane? And then we move on to the next stage, it’s not better, it’s not worse, it’s just different. And at the moment, the Doctor makes a good lecturer!” Jo laughed, and then Sarah joined in, and they talked some more, as they always did whenever they met. Neither of them noticed the police box far away in the sky, with the Doctor looking down protectively over the ones he loved, and his new companion Bill by his side.

And the story goes on… forever.