25. Tasty
I really love the chapter "Holiday with Danger" from the book "the eight Doctors" written by Terrance Dicks. This chapter explained how Survival is connected to the 1996 Film, where the master get the deathworm and how he ended on Skaro.
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25. Tasty
I really love the chapter "Holiday with Danger" from the book "the eight Doctors" written by Terrance Dicks. This chapter explained how Survival is connected to the 1996 Film, where the master get the deathworm and how he ended on Skaro.
If I’m a cat person… and he’s a cat-person…. then who’s flying the plane???
Rosemary indicates remembrance in Victorian floriography, and basil hatred.
Fun combination!
I like thyme, and mint!
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Ah. Isn’t that interesting? Smart cookie.
I enjoy mint candy.
Yet another WIP piece of my bbygirl <3
Debating on trying a new render style with this one, maybe oil paint or semi-realism?
Perfect Manic Sex - chapter 9
She was still waiting five minutes later. She could easily sense the Doctor relatively nearby: completely at ease, no stress, no worries, engrossed in his work, busy. But something felt off. She stood, pacing, forcing herself not to panic. Panic would not do at all. She was probably being ridiculous. She stepped in front of the closed doors, her eyelids drifting shut, fingertips lifting to her temples, and concentrated.
The Doctor...was in his office, not outside the Vault. He was startled by the touch of her mind against his own, had dropped what he was doing, was already on his way to investigate. Her telepathic feelers shifted to the room outside her home, thinking perhaps Nardole had moved the Tardis instead... But no, he was not the one outside the Vault either. She probed more deeply, finding a weakly shielded mind, time lord, distinct in its own way: insane and conniving and intimately familiar. She took a step backward. The Vault doors opened finally and the Master strolled in, a smile plastered on his face.
“Ah, tea,” he said by way of greeting. “So nice of you to play mother.”
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Anthony Ainsley's Master was a gift to this world. Anyone who disagrees be dammed.