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Spitfire-SOS β The Twelfth Doctor
Published: 2014-08-24 19:01:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 1911; Favourites: 82; Downloads: 3
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Well what can I say. Deep Breath, the series 8 premier of Doctor Who, was amazing! I was lucky enough to go to the cinema and see it yesterday. Which made it even better. I think I'm going to enjoy Peter Capaldi's Doctor
This is the first of many drawings of the Twelfth Doctor. I wanted to re-create a scene from the episode. But decided against it, since that'd take too long. Maybe another time.
I sketched this out this morning whilst re-watching the episode. I know I should be doing commissions. But I wanted to get this over and done with because I was in a serious Doctor Who mood this morning
This was nice to draw. I think I'm happy with Twelve as a unicorn. And it will likely stay this way. But it might change. So keep that in mind.
If you've seen Deep Breath. Let me know what you think about the episode. And what you think about Capaldi's Doctor so far
Anyway, I hope you like and please fav and comment.
DoctorΒ Who belongs to the BBC
Twelfth Doctor played by Peter Capaldi
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Twelfth Doctor character reference and cutie mark made byΒ LissyStrata
Art was made by and belongs to me.
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Twelve: Hello there.
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So what time are we going
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Twelve: I don't recall saying I'd take you anywhere.
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I want to see something cool
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Twelve: What do you mean 'calm down'. Who are you?
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Ruby:My name ruby shimmer im Mage girl you can help
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Twelve: Excuse me? Who are you?
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"Basically you with a different colouration and wings." He gives a noncommittal noise of acknowledgement. "...Are those my sunglasses?"
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Twelve: What? These? *taps the sunglasses* No. Well. Maybe. If you're me then I suppose they are sort of yours yes.. But you can'y have them.
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"...Should I join you in being Clara's Doctor, mainly so we can screw around with her?"
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Twelve: That sounds like fun actually.
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(Scot's a f**king jackass.)
"Right, which one of us is getting their fur dyed?"
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( xP )
Twelve: You. I like my fur as it is thank you very much.
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(An adorable fluffy jackass.)
"...And what about the feathers and.... er... mane. Hair. Whatever?"
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Twelve: Better get the hair and feather dye out then. Happen to know anyone who'll have any? Actually. There might be some in the TARDIS somewhere.
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"As well as a perception filter for the longer tail and wings. And the horn. Uhm..." He scouts around, before looking at some white paper. "This is good enough."
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Twelve: Hm? *walks over to Scot*
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"Should we plan it tomorrow?"
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Twelve: I don't see why not.
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"This is going to be such a brilliant mindfuck."
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Twelve: *scowls* Language.. But yes. It will certainly confuse her. Should be rather entertaining. *grins*
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He gives a small chuckle. "As well as getting you to sleep with yourself."
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Twelve: *raises an eyebrow* Ur.. No.
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Twelve: It doesn't matter. I'm not sleeping with you. That's just.. weird.. Even for me that's weird..
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"I've slept with a noodley draconneques before. And if you think that's weird, try sleeping with your kid when she has a nightmare."
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Twelve: You've clearly led a slightly more.. Interesting life when it comes to companions..
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"Technically she wasn't mine, but she's still family, even if she is adopted..."
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Twelve: Hm. Yes. Well. Shall we focus on our little plan or discuss other matters? Hm?
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"I'd prefer discussing other matters, ta be honest. Dinnae ken about ye."
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He pulls out a revolver. "...Do you really NOT know any Scottish slang?"
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Twelve: I may have a Scottish accent now - and not for the first time I might add. But that doesn't make me Scottish. I'm a little rusty when it comes to human slang at the best of times. *looks at the revolver* And put that thing down right now!
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He gives an annoyed grumble and chucks the weapon behind him. "It's incompatible with hooves and I have no idea how to shoot it anyway. As well as the fact that I have no bulle--" A shot rings out and a bullet skims by Scot's ear. "BLOODY SON OF FUCK!"
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Twelve: That is why I will not have ponies carrying guns you idiot!! And watch your language too!
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"Fils de pute putain!" He growls, swearing in various other languages other than English. "Well, this is briliant."
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Twelve: *rolls his eyes*
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He gives a small sigh. "I thought that cartridge didn't work... Also, swearing helps to reduce pain."
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Twelve: Maybe so. But I'd rather you didn't. You're not even in pain anyway. The bullet didn't hit you..
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"...It literally skimmed my ear."
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Twelve: It could have been a lot worse.
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"I swear, if ye've jinxed it, then you're the one that gets thrown into a Dalek the next time we meet up."
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Twelve: *rolls his eyes* ..Of course..
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Twelve: Anyway. So. What exactly are we going to do?
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He shrugs, rolling onto his back.
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