Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts."I never really loved you."
//Alright guys, the Master Collaboration WILL be posted December 25th, at 7 P.M. Central Time. So be on the lookout!
➨ The Master - The End of Time Appreciation
"All these years you thought I was mad. King of the Wasteland! But something is calling me, Doctor. What is it? What is it? What is it?!?"
Meet the Mona Lisa of the Prado, the earliest known copy of Da Vinci’s best portrait. Similarity in the undersketch of the painting indicates that this was very likely painted concurrently with the original Mona Lisa, by a student of Da Vinci.
There is much controversy in the art world over the question of whether or not to clean the fragile Mona Lisa, but her sister has been restored and some fairly odd later alterations removed to show the original vibrant colors and lighting. Some details, such as the sheerness of her shawl and the pattern on the neckline of her dress, have become utterly obscured in the original, but in the restored copy they’re perfectly clear.
It blows my mind a little bit to look at these two sisters side-by-side and imagine how much vivid detail could be hiding in the Mona Lisa under 500 years of rotten varnish.
THE COPY HAS EYEBROWS
Your response to a beautiful piece of artwork done by Leonardo Da Vinci himself is “SHES GOT EYEBROWS”. Alright. All intelligent life has been lost.
Yo Snooty McSnotwhine, the Mona Lisa’s vanished eyebrows have been the subject of debate and analysis in the art expert community for hundreds of years, long before your parents squirted water at each other from across the clown car and then honked their bicycle horns to indicate they really wanted to make a smug, insufferable little clown baby together.
Q:Wraps his arms around the Master's waist, and presses a kiss to the back of his neck. "Good morning. I was just wondering if we shouldn't take our pet Doctor for a walk later."
"A walk?" He chuckles, "Well, I suppose every doggie needs his exercise. Where do you suggest?"
"I was thinking the slave markets of Alune. He needs pretty new clothes and I was thinking we could look to see how his training has progressed," he purred against the Master’s neck.
After a moment of deliberation, he shook his head. “No no, there’s a better, lesser known slave market, 300 years after the Alune slave trade began to dwindle. Decem-05. A small citadel, where the slave trade focused solely on upscale clientele. Only logical, as those allowed to own slaves on Decem were required to be, by Earth standards… multibillionares. Very exclusive. Of course, if you’d prefer the exhibitionism of Alune… ”
Q:"Hello Master..." he popped his head in from the side, completely unexpected. "Think you'd finally lost me?"
He jumped backwards in surprise. “Rassilon’s nipp… oh. It’s you. What an unpleasant surprise.”
"Well you’re just a big ball of starlight, aren’t you? Thought you of all people would be glad to know I’m not dead… And not trapped in that alternate timeline, like I used to be…"
"Actually, Doctor, I have to say- I’m rather disappointed that you’re very much alive and well. Now. Why is it exactly that you’re here? Trying to ruin my carefully laid plans, no doubt. Well, I can tell you, that isn’t going to work. Not this time. No. This time, my plans are flawless.”
Q:I never really loved you.
"Y-yeah?" He asked, his tone filled with anger and brokenness. "Well that f-figures. I should have known about t-that but I guess I’m a bigger idiot than we both realized."
The second swing grazed his jaw line, his hand immediately went to it. “Do you carry them with you at all times?”
"I carry an array of handheld weaponry. The selection varies day by day. I have to say though- the knuckles are one of my very favorite implements." He sneered, and stepped forwards- intent on delivering a punch to the Doctor’s stomach.
3. Me for one night
"Well…guess you have me for the night," The Doctor stated as he looked over to the Master.
"Then I will if that’s what you want me to do," The Doctor replied with a faint smirk.
His hands trailed down to the Doctor’s hips. “A wise decision. For I am your Master. And you will obey me.”
He moved in to kiss the other man, exuding confidence.
Q:imthewinner-atimelordvictorious asks: (Ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) *ic please*
The Time Lord narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the other man, and bent down to kiss him once on the thigh. “I will win this time, Doctor. No matter what you try to do to stop me.”
Even through the fabric of his trousers, the Doctor felt the Master’s lips press hard against his thigh. It was not a kiss of sentiment or even of lust. It was meant to titillate, and it did, though the Doctor made every effort to hide his shiver.
"Do you really believe," the Doctor said, "that I came here to stop you?"
He placed his hands on the Doctor’s hips, and rose to meet the other man’s eye. “An ulterior motive. I see. Very tricky, Doctor. Well then, humor me. Why are you here?”
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"Fun is not the word I would use…" she replied, playing with the golden necklace around her neck. The pendant between her fingers. "Yet I’m not surprised that you’re already drinking." She knew some Tributes were heavy drinkers, she was not…
He shrugged, taking a swig of his brandy. “It’s not every day you have the opportunity to sample the Capitol’s finest liquors- free of charge. Besides, what’s the fun of the Games without a glass in your hand?”
Q:He rolled his eyes slightly "I didn't think my ego was yours to deal with?"
"Well, stuck in a room with you like this- I bloody well have to deal with it, no matter how much I want to ignore it. So, for the next three hours, Doctor, do me a favor, and have an ounce of humility, hmm?”
Q:"Master please don't put me in one and I promise I won't be escaping."
"Right, like I’d believe that." He scoffed, and turned to the guards. "By all means, proceed."
The lumbering humans grabbed the Doctors by the shoulders, in order to escort him to the gurney.