non-gamespecific: 28 flavors
Pick as many as you like and specify whatever you want. I will write you a drabble as quickly as I can get her to cooperate.
1. Naughty
2. Happy
3. Nervous
4. Angsty
5. Baking (using an AU with an OC)
6. Horny
7. Parental
8. Excited
9. Book-Reading
10. Jealous
11. Kidnapped
12. Caring
13. On-Their-Knees
14. Obedient15. Popping-Their- ( Read more... )
1. Naughty
2. Happy
3. Nervous
4. Angsty
5. Baking (using an AU with an OC)
6. Horny
7. Parental
8. Excited
9. Book-Reading
10. Jealous
11. Kidnapped
12. Caring
13. On-Their-Knees
14. Obedient15. Popping-Their- ( Read more... )
It was shortsightedness, the mark of a mind unused to subtleties of thought and motive. Privately, she thought it must be a side effect of all his time with humans, those Companions he carted about everywhere who seemed so ready to read things as black or white, dark or light, good or evil.
It had fueled with her a desire to do two things: strangle him into a sensible regeneration and bring him to her TARDIS. Perhaps one after the other, if she could get the Master to stop with his foolishness.
Callous.
She would show him the green houses she kept, each specimen the pride of its species, healthy and lush and full, the colors bright and dazzling. She would show him the ecosystems she'd constructed, the creatures she kept, some that existed nowhere else anymore but inside her space traveler. She would show him the works she'd done, what she'd created through bioengineering and refined through various chemical treatments: wonders, even if they could only be seen through a microscope.
And in all these things, she sought their potential, the potential ignored by time and space, by the whims of Fate and the Time Lords both.
Callous.
He cared about one planet, one species, occasionally more than his own. Then called her callous.
She wished. Then, perhaps, she wouldn't care that he did.
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