PICS: Doodle city! (Ten/Master, NSFW and crack)
DOODLES! The sticks are back, and there are loads this time, as I've included both ink'n'paper and digital doodles. The boys get snuggly and warm, explore romance and candles and aquariums, get relationship counseling, pick up some souvenirs, create their own merchandise, dream of sea adventures and encounter terrifying creatures. Donna, Martha, Jenny and Ainley!Master co-star, among others. Let the stickfest commence!
Happy Masters! Ten's singed shirt and bondageboner! FISTING! The power of Time Lord manly musk!
I had just got a new lappy (which then decided to die, but more on that later) and my cat wasn't pleased. Also, versaphile is now an owl. And owls need Timeys to snuggle up with. And below, it's obvious what grouseys need for their snuggles. *g*
Speaking of the cat, she was really ill just now, and I was v. worried for her. The boys came in to help. Also, moar Persia teamwork and emotional timecockiness.
STRAITJACKET RAEG! Can you tell I was pissed off at having bought a laptop with a b0rked graphics card? Yeah. The Master knows how to chillax.
SECRET MUSHY MASTER. This is what he dreams about when he's hanging out in the wastelands. And, er, yes, he takes certain romantic concepts quite literally...
NOTHING BETTER FOR JUGGLING THAN DOCTORHEDS. And more romance!
Holiday souvenirs!:):):) The little balls in the middle are Doctor/Master marbles. Or something.
A great supervillain is always need of some merchandise for propaganda purposes. Big statues won't hurt either.
Fanficcers on mugs. And Pam was getting some new fish...
And props.
Speaking of props... what do you get when you give renegade Time Lords figs and some candles? This.
The computer was still acting up. The boys went to do some laundry...
...and then they got warm and snuggly with some cocoa. As did their RL counterparts.
Also tinymans.
THERAPY TIEM! And of course, it never goes as planned.
How great portraits are painted.
I... I went a bit apeshit when I realised I could use a tablet with a laptop again. There is no escaping Persia!Master.
Or Pams.
Here's how to heal a sad Ten/Dave: pile Johns on top of him.
UNEXPECTED MARTHA/DONNA. Look, this is how it'd go down.
Speaking of boobs, have some Girl!Ten/Master... *boobhonk*
...comforting Mister Master. Again, these were inspired by versaphile's lovely Transmutation.
The whole "running across those fields all day" theme has been doing the rounds in fandom, so in the true spirit of five-minute insta-stickery, have this. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THIS IS WHAT LUTEFISK TASTES LIKE. I kind of fail at having Scandinavian pride in this respect. Except I am pretty sure the Master's spluff tastes better.
RPS HEALS ALL.
Dave did have such a nice black sofa in his Cardiff flat, didn't he? Perfect for entertaining guests.
Greetings to Microsoft:
Further greetings to Microsoft execs: being drawn and quartered is too good for them.
Some of you saw this before: the Timey ways of playing Hamlet (mark my words, they are going to have to build extra drains on set for John's Hamlet just to manage the floods of tears).
reasonabsurd mentioned spiders and monsters that eat their mothers, so I... er... a mothernomming Master happened. Except this is really mother-in-law-eating, isn't it?
She also said she wanted an experiment where Jenny was the result of people trying to clone Fivey or something and that then Jenny would go off with the Master. I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS TO THIS SPINOFF.
Pam and her Girl!Ten fetish (and her cardboard cutouts looking on):
Also, I was right. Pam *did* get Tenfish and Masterfish. The Masterfish are even see-through catfish so they are in SKELETON MODE. Seriously.
And this is her favourite pie recipe. I know the truth.
The Persia boys dream of adventures on the Caspian Sea (worryingly, this is the Master's fantasy in all its cuteness):
And if he gets carried away, soon he'll be dreaming of this, to his great shame:
And last, but not least, timey snail wub. And how to train your pet psychopath into doing what you want. *g*
Happy Masters! Ten's singed shirt and bondageboner! FISTING! The power of Time Lord manly musk!
I had just got a new lappy (which then decided to die, but more on that later) and my cat wasn't pleased. Also, versaphile is now an owl. And owls need Timeys to snuggle up with. And below, it's obvious what grouseys need for their snuggles. *g*
Speaking of the cat, she was really ill just now, and I was v. worried for her. The boys came in to help. Also, moar Persia teamwork and emotional timecockiness.
STRAITJACKET RAEG! Can you tell I was pissed off at having bought a laptop with a b0rked graphics card? Yeah. The Master knows how to chillax.
SECRET MUSHY MASTER. This is what he dreams about when he's hanging out in the wastelands. And, er, yes, he takes certain romantic concepts quite literally...
NOTHING BETTER FOR JUGGLING THAN DOCTORHEDS. And more romance!
Holiday souvenirs!:):):) The little balls in the middle are Doctor/Master marbles. Or something.
A great supervillain is always need of some merchandise for propaganda purposes. Big statues won't hurt either.
Fanficcers on mugs. And Pam was getting some new fish...
And props.
Speaking of props... what do you get when you give renegade Time Lords figs and some candles? This.
The computer was still acting up. The boys went to do some laundry...
...and then they got warm and snuggly with some cocoa. As did their RL counterparts.
Also tinymans.
THERAPY TIEM! And of course, it never goes as planned.
How great portraits are painted.
I... I went a bit apeshit when I realised I could use a tablet with a laptop again. There is no escaping Persia!Master.
Or Pams.
Here's how to heal a sad Ten/Dave: pile Johns on top of him.
UNEXPECTED MARTHA/DONNA. Look, this is how it'd go down.
Speaking of boobs, have some Girl!Ten/Master... *boobhonk*
...comforting Mister Master. Again, these were inspired by versaphile's lovely Transmutation.
The whole "running across those fields all day" theme has been doing the rounds in fandom, so in the true spirit of five-minute insta-stickery, have this. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THIS IS WHAT LUTEFISK TASTES LIKE. I kind of fail at having Scandinavian pride in this respect. Except I am pretty sure the Master's spluff tastes better.
RPS HEALS ALL.
Dave did have such a nice black sofa in his Cardiff flat, didn't he? Perfect for entertaining guests.
Greetings to Microsoft:
Further greetings to Microsoft execs: being drawn and quartered is too good for them.
Some of you saw this before: the Timey ways of playing Hamlet (mark my words, they are going to have to build extra drains on set for John's Hamlet just to manage the floods of tears).
reasonabsurd mentioned spiders and monsters that eat their mothers, so I... er... a mothernomming Master happened. Except this is really mother-in-law-eating, isn't it?
She also said she wanted an experiment where Jenny was the result of people trying to clone Fivey or something and that then Jenny would go off with the Master. I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS TO THIS SPINOFF.
Pam and her Girl!Ten fetish (and her cardboard cutouts looking on):
Also, I was right. Pam *did* get Tenfish and Masterfish. The Masterfish are even see-through catfish so they are in SKELETON MODE. Seriously.
And this is her favourite pie recipe. I know the truth.
The Persia boys dream of adventures on the Caspian Sea (worryingly, this is the Master's fantasy in all its cuteness):
And if he gets carried away, soon he'll be dreaming of this, to his great shame:
And last, but not least, timey snail wub. And how to train your pet psychopath into doing what you want. *g*