the suns have shifted their orbit as they do every year, weather patterns shifting just so. gallifreyan summer had arrived, bringing it’s usual unbearable heat waves. thankfully technology is far enough advanced that they’re hardly bothered in the citadel or major cities, but the shifting sands beyond practically radiate the heat right back. hopefully the summer rains will come sooner rather than later.
still, standing in the midst of the lungbarrow chapterhouse she could feel the heat sinking into her skin from the outside. the great structure looked severely neglected, and quite frankly theta wasn’t certain how it was still alive, even now. the complex pulsed with an energy that sang to her, much like the tardis, urging her forward when all she could do was stand in the entrance to the great hall and it’s upended tables, disregarded furniture, and it’s dimly lit corners.
“i wasn’t expecting this.” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder briefly if only to break her gaze from the depressing state of the chapterhouse. “it’s been left to rot. to suffer. the housekeeper has fled. i’d almost forgotten, i think.” she murmured, reaching out a hand to rest against the wall that was alive beneath her palm. “there’s nothing left of lungbarrow.”
The Master has been staring at the Doctor’s openly struggling profile since the couple arrived on Lungbarrow land. He licks his lips and speaks, with calm confidence.
“I tell you what. Let’s go in together.”
He takes her hand in his own, caressing her knuckles with his thumb.
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from you and me, over the centuries, it’s that things that seem unsalvageable truly aren’t.”
He steps inside the threshold and instantly feels the walls vibrating with hostility; your blood is foreign and you are unwelcome, the structure seems to sing.
“Tough,” Oakdown’s sole remaining heir murmurs, and grimaces almost smugly at the cracked ceiling.
it involved the Doctor tied to that mayhole (kinky) and the Master pretending to summon a demon by singing Mary had a little lamb backwards, there ya go, I made your tags better !! xD
I don’t know if I have said anything about this yet. But i find it odd and want to talk about it.
So The Master is the most corrupt evil thing in the universe? Yet when you look at the actors who play them they are always the sweetness people around.
Then you look at the fans. I have made so many kind awesome people through our love of the Master.
It’s just a really odd thing to think about.
What is everyone thoughts on this? Are this other people thoughts/experience or is it just me?
I feel that actor(ess)s who play villains tend to be very kind and supportive, also most of them tend to embrace their characters more.
As for M and fans? I don’t want to speak out of turn, but, for someone who has mental illnesses it’s hard not to sympathize with M, they had a real rough upbringing and seems to have mental illnesses themself, as well we know how it’s like to have the media display you as some villain, when all we want it some understanding.
Side note: As well as someone who grew up with an alcoholic parent (where some of my issues could be related to) I know how it’s like for a person not to take some degree of ownership for aiding in how you can be messed up at times.
“MAY THE SAINTS OF ALL THE STARS AND CONSTELLATIONS BRING YOU HOPE AS THEY GUIDE YOU OUT OF THE DARK AND INTO THE LIGHT, ON THIS VOYAGE AND THE NEXT, AND ALL THE JOURNEYS STILL TO COME, FOR NOW AND FOREVER MORE.” — Doctor Who, s11e05: ‘The Tsuranga Condundrum’
this took me about four hours ngl. sometimes i worry about myself. but here it is — the whole quote in loren sherman’s phonetic circular gallifreyan!
Icarus 