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The Master’s puckish face slowly illumines with glee: and an undercurrent of something running far, far deeper. His smile grows steady as the approach of wildfire in dry underbrush. It’s a positively grinchy grin. “Doctor,” he breathes. (lol henlo)

tenthdoctorprettyboy:

“Master.” The Doctor replies, schooling his features to not give away any emotion. He studies the man in front of him, his eyes tracing over his face. He clenches his jaw. There’s a million questions wanting to burst from his lips, but he stays quiet, not even sure where to begin.

Koschei lingers in the doorway with a surprisingly gentle expression.  

      “Nice, isn’t it? To have the perfunctory greeting out of the way. Now, to the meat of it.”  

He strides authoritatively toward his counterpart, and oldest friend, and dearest enemy.  

     “I’ve a simple question, really.” 

The expression in dark sly almond eyes is halfway between wistful and predatory.  One finger reaches up to trace the contour of that clenched jaw.  He knows every compulsion the Doctor combats right now.  They’re mirrors. 

He whispers the question, inches from the face of his other self. 

     “Are you happy to see me?” 

rhythmofwar replied to your post:
//WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT ME TO DRAW THE MASTER AND…

Listen. LISTEN. I already held back and DIDN’T send it for the Doc, but NOW I WANT IT. (Also because angry, bleeding Kosch is GOOD. Change my mind :D)

i mean YEAHHHhHHHHH 

lol

The Doctor knows her husband arguably better than she knows herself, so she knew when he needed some particular attention. In this case, he needs a good snuggle with their baby girl. She trots behind Zinnia a few feet back as she crawls determinedly towards her daddy, cooing and making happy baby noises all the way. Ever since she learned to crawl, the Doctor can’t get her to sit still, and honestly that’s how she likes it. They’re two peas in a pod, mum and baby. And they both ADORE Koschei.

Koschei flops forward on his belly.  He grins his unbridled cheshire grin at his baby girl, who looks almost comically like a tiny carbon copy of himself: his nose, his eye shape, her mother’s eye and hair color.  A fey little wisp of baby, with fat pink cheeks.  

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He meets her every squeal and coo with a laugh from the gut and a clap of hands, wiggling his fingers with encouragement, until she clumsily collides with him.

     “Hello, Beautiful! Have you been tiring mummy out?” 

* soft family things

vhsmeme:

  • ‘ i love you so, so much. ’
  • ‘ stop putting your head down in my house. you know my rule. it’s all love and all pride in this house. ’
  • ‘ lost things have a way of turning up. ’
  • ‘ watch your mouth. ’
  • ‘ not so fast. you still have some vegetables left. ’
  • ‘ very funny. ’
  • ‘ i think you’re due for a haircut. ’
  • ‘ come on. bedtime. ’
  • ‘ and when were you going to tell me? ’
  • ‘ i’m glad you came into my life. ’
  • ‘ you were talking in your sleep. ’
  • ‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’
  • ‘ this show sucks. ’
  • ‘ mom/dad, can we go home now? ’
  • ‘ you forgot something. ’
  • ‘ can we stay like this for a little while? it’s nice. ’
  • ‘ hot chocolate helps. and good company. ’
  • ‘ you’ll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap. ’
  • ‘ close your eyes. it’s a surprise. ’
  • ‘ it’s good to have you home. ’
  • ‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’
  • ‘ your shoe’s untied. ’
  • ‘ i missed this. ’
  • ‘ hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. ’
  • ‘ will you tuck me in? ’
  • ‘ go to your room and stay there until you’ve calmed down. ’
  • ‘ i heard crying. i got worried. ’
  • ‘ don’t use that tone with me. ’
  • ‘ well, i love you more. ’
  • ‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’
  • ‘ this movie is too scary. turn it off. ’
  • ‘ how long have you been sick? ’
  • ‘ don’t play with your food. ’
  • ‘ i’ll stay right here until you fall asleep. ’
  • ‘ don’t even think about going outside without your coat. ’
  • ‘ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ’
  • ‘ you can pick the story tonight. ’
  • ‘ everyone needs somebody. we got each other. ’
  • ‘ you call that a hug? ’
  • ‘ i was the same way when i was your age. ’