Offers the master a plate of cookies. “Would you like a cookie?”

“ … . did you poison them?”

Random acts of kindness rarely occur to the Master. He looks like a cat with its back arched approaching a suspicious catnip mouse, pupils dilated.

“Sleep already!”

Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.

The Master’s mania is ill-slaked by the booming command of another forceful personality. He stops what he’s doing, turns and rears up to his full height (five feet, nine inches) and curls his lip majestically at Thor.

“No,” is his withering and throughly mature retort.

For a moment, however, he forgets how to filter language from his brain to his mouth, and blinks in a weeklong sleepness daze at the god, before his eyes refocus, and he nods sharply, as though pleased by his own wisdom.

Sleep already!

Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.

“Are you MAD? You expect your opposition to ease oop on their counter-position to this school reform proposal if I sleep it off?”

It’s entirely possible that the Master takes his role as the Lady President’s Chief Counsel a bit too seriously.

A pile of ruthlessly marked-up paperwork sits on either side of his desk, like twin pillars of doom announcing his presence, as he continues to jot vicious notes in the margins of his own education reform documents.

“I mean honestly, which of us has been a successful politician before? You ought to be milking my skills for all they’re worth!”

As he says this, the tip of his fountain pen flies off like a deadly projectile, and sprays red ink all over his robes.

Koschei sighs and purses his lips down at himself.

“This looks a little more like what I’m in the mood for.”

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My attempt to recreate this photo of Mary Tamm as Romana 1.

I’m close ❤

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She Shines bright like the sun. – October & April – Thoschei Moodboard

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Created an Image for my simm!master + 13th Doctor moodboard.

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“Sleep already!” The Doctor insisted in a gentle yet firm tone. Her fingers moved to lightly scratch through The Master’s hair in soothing motions. (from 13)

Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.

The Master has been at the same damned glitch in the Console computer for well over 48 sleepless hours. He is the perfect portrait of barely-contained madness: silver-blond hair a crow’s nest of raked fingers; facial hair ill-kempt; eye makeup smudged, and replaced by a pair of ominous dark circles.

When the Doctor greets him with this gentle command, he only grunts a nonresponse, holding up an index finger, and assaults the keyboard with a new system of input commands.

“I do that and every time we need to jump somewhere else, the navigation system will be compromised. You wanna be spit out into a meteor shower or the mouth of a volcano? Didn’t think so.”