#saxamalec

[the-patrex]

Concept: You know how dhawan master and 10 both need hugs from their counterparts (simm and 13)? Fix it art. Let them hug. Or simm and thirteen. Or both would be good. Huggy thoschei concept. That it. That’s the ask. Please. Take breaks tho. You do fantastic work! <3

Listen..... I know what you wanted to see.... I know....

But understand. I read “Simm and 13″, blanked out and when I came to this is what I was staring at

[sclfmastery]

(To simm)

*cat noise*

. . .

*cat noise*

. . .

*cat noise*

    “I’m not quite sure what’s happening, but if it’s chaotic and needlessly vicious, I’m on board.” 

[sclfmastery]

I feel like Pinstripe just smelled rotting flesh and was just like “yep, that’s the smell of my asshole spouse. again. Of course he smells of rotting flesh again. Why wouldn’t he.”

sdoufgojshdfgjhksdfg I just think 

[sclfmastery]

(To either) I want jelly babies do have jelly babies? Also do you have that leather jacket you had a few regens ago I wanna definitely not steal it because stealing is ‘morally wrong’ or whatever attack eyebrows droned on about for ages

    “ . . . I never wore a leather jack--oh.”

    “ Ohhh. You’re referring to American Phase Me.” 

[sclfmastery]

(To Simm)

*walks over, setting down a wrapped parcel, a wax-sealed card, and a small red velvet cake*

*takes a red rose from an inside pocket and tucks it into his lapel*

*hugs him warmly* Happy Valentines Day, Dad. *sits and starts looking between him and the card topped parcel, nodding all giddy* Open the things! *hands flapping all excited like*

(The card is wax sealed a deep red with a lavender flower seal and a gold powder. The card itself is painted with purples and reds, with galifreyian flowers across the paper, and gallifreyian writing stating ‘Happy Valentines Day’ and the front. The inside follows the same pattern stating ‘No experience, no memory, no action will ever make me not love you. You can’t get rid of me that easily. The fact that you will work through the crossfire is enough. You are loved, as I will always love you. Happy Valentines Day, Dad.’

The parcel holds a painting of a photo of the Doctor and the Master from the Academy, the first photo that the doctor ever showed Emily of the master, and a small stuffed dragon, not unlike the one that one Harold Saxon gave their child on the Valentine’s Day during the year that never was)

Upon reading the letter, first with haste and then with care, the Master sits forward and closes his eyes tightly. He presses his mouth into folded hands, the better to control his emotions. 

     “ . . . . I dunno what I did to deserve this, but . . . . thanks, Em.”  

[sclfmastery]

(For the make a muse blush: ‘would you like a massage? come here’) (For Dhawan) Mum. Pops. Father dearest. You’ve been pacing all day. Your arms and hands are stimming in the very particular way they do when your shoulders are bothering you again. Come here. *motions in a ‘take off your jacket*

      “I know this’ll sound bizarre as shit coming from me, but I really don’t want to be such a bother.” 

Not in the way that makes me seem fragile and needy. 

Nevertheless, the Master inches nearer in compliance.  

[sclfmastery]

(To simm) *handing him tea* annnnnd now I can can’t stop thinking about the texture of a Dalek. Fantastic. This is joyful what’s happening. *uncomfy stimming*

An old shame, rusty from unuse yet so very familiar, burns in the pit of the Master’s gut.  He puts the tea down unsipped.

      “I seem to consistently be bad for you, don’t I?” he half-laughs, in an uncharacteristically feeble, breathless voice. 

[sclfmastery]

Hehehehehehehehehehehe... side note: i feel much better and im doing good so thanks dads (and to you of course dear)

    “You got it, dude.”