#crown of flowers
“Oh, the Queen of Peace
Always does her best to please
But is it any use?
Somebody’s gotta lose
Like a long scream
Out there, always echoing
Oh, what is it worth?
All that’s left is hurt
Like the stars chase the sun
Over the glowing hill, I will conquer
Blood is running deep
Some things never sleep”
Queen of Peace - Florence + the Machine
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[ID: Missy and The 13th Doctor, in their usual outfits, are slow-dancing together surrounded by light, and can be seen full-body. Missy is smiling, while The Doctor is not. The background, which is a memory, features a large orange-tinted, circular ballroom and students from the Timelord Academy who are also dancing together. The ceiling and walls are covered in Gallifreyan scripture. This picture was drawn digitally. /End ID]
Crown of Flowers by@eternaluniverseworld
When Missy wakes up in a prison cell, she already knows deep down that something is terribly wrong. A woman tells her the story of a shepherd boy and Missy can’t shake the feeling off, that she should knew this familiar stranger.
A dark future is lurking in the shadows, taunting her useless feelings, and makes sure, that she never forgets that she is the Master.
Writer:@eternaluniverseworld
“Hi! I’m Emily and I can never resist writing Thoschei, I just love these two idiots too much. I had so much fun celebrating the Master’s 50th birthday together with all of you!”
Artist:@lukifisk
“Hello! I’m Lukas/Lukifisk, from Spain, and an illustration student. I’m a huge fan of Doctor Who, and since I saw this project, I had to jump in! My favourites are this show, cats, Pokémon Go, and playing music. Nice to meet y'all!”
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Silence, just for a moment before the woman whispered her next words: “The King said, ‘The third question is, how many seconds of time are there in eternity.’”
Theta had never been able to understand the boy’s answer.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
The reply was barely audible, but of course, the Mistress heard it. She closed her eyes, the realization who was telling her that story hit hard.
“Wait!” She demanded but she didn’t listen. As always, she didn’t listen.
“Then said the shepherd boy, ‘In Lower Pomerania is the Diamond Mountain, which is two miles and a half high, two miles and a half wide, and two miles and a half in depth; every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on it, and when the whole mountain is worn away by this, then the first second of eternity will be over.’”
The woman’s voice – the Doctor’s voice – broke, barely audible anymore.
