This isn't technically fanfic but I just really love the TARDIS okay?

Nine and Ten's TARDIS is simple, with the coral-like arches and the muted tones. Most of the light comes from the console, where the green pulses underneath as you can see from the bottom picture, and the column in the middle is filled with teal light. The rest of the light comes from the circular lights on the sides. The floor is simple grating, with a few compartments that can be opened and are used to store things, apparently. There's a computer screen on the console, with sticky notes all over the edges, all text being in circular Gallifreyan on both the monitor and the notes. The monitor appears as if it can move around the console, and there's even a little strap to pull it around. The console looks patched together, like the Doctor had rummaged through a scrapyard to pull together what he needed. Thinking about it, that's actually pretty likely. The jump seat is holey and looks like he'd fished it out of a car and bolted it on. Again, very likely. Along the railing, it looks like he's put on stuff so that when the console room's inhabitant(s) don't get thrown into them and hurt when it's shaking as it moves. Cables and wires hang from the top of the center column. It's not pretty. It's not eye-catching. But it doesn't have to be. This is what the TARDIS became after the war. It is a machine that survived a war—a sentient machine that survived a war, holding a mental link with its pilot, who is broken and guilt-ridden. The TARDIS gave him the best interior it could for his state of mind. It gave him something solid, real, beaten up, in need of attention, and raggedy, yet fully functioning and still a piece of home. And that's exactly what he needs.