#missymaster

Okay first ever Dr Who fic! I bit the bullet and finally wrote a little something to get it out of my system. What do we think? Would love feedback ❤️

Missy’s eyes were distant and glassy. “I keep remembering all the people I’ve killed.” She began. “Every day I think of more. Being bad…” She took an unsteady breath in attempt collect herself but it was evident how difficult that was just by her face. Tears fell down Missy’s face. “I didn’t even know I knew their names.” She said lightly.
She looked to the doctor with a pointed gaze.
“You didn’t tell me about this bit.” She said. She pointed to her face. “What’s this? Why am I doing this now?" 

The Doctor looked at her with guilt, sadness for his oldest friends pain but couldn’t ignore the hope in his hearts that she was coming around.
"I’m sorry but this is good.” He nodded to her in assurance. Missy could have winced at his words.
To be good sounded excruciatingly painful. To hurt for others, to care about every little motion and consequence, it wasn’t entirely exhausting like she had thought. It was just painful. Yet Missy held a brave face as she nodded.
“Okay.” She relented, giving into the Doctors wisdom, trusting the process- trusting him. Trust was an important part of friendship after all and she needed her friend back. 

You liked to think of the human race as the messiest species but that recklessness put a deeper layer of compassion. Perhaps to timelords, humans were young and stupid. However, being human left room for discovery and mistakes and growth. Many species like those from Gallifrey didn’t give themselves such a privilege. An old species that had no need for mistakes. Perfection was pedestalled.
You didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the conversation she had with the doctor but now you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Missy was nothing short of confident, carefree and her schemes were nothing to underestimate. Yet to hear the vulnerability in her voice and catch a glimpse of the tears running down her face. It was off-putting but quickly your empathy kicked in. Missy had done terrible things and for the first time, she had been really forced herself to be responsible for it and reflect. Gallifreyan’s didn’t have time for errors and regrets. Yet Missy was bombarded with nothing but the consequences of her actions. It could make you wince. You knew the guilt and regret you felt when you didn’t do something correctly or hurt someone in the process. Therefore, you couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.
So you did what was probably very risky but very human. Reach out. 

You found her a short time after the overheard conversation sitting upon the stairs in front of the controls of the Tardis, staring at nothing. She still seemed somber but much more concealed with her emotions. You would have almost thought nothing was wrong if you hadn’t known her.
Wordlessly, you sat beside her.
She sent you a skeptical glance. “Bored, petal?”
You lightly shrugged. “Nah. I actually just wanted to check on you. You seem kinda down. You’re usually skipping and dancing around the place since you’ve left the vault…you okay?” You asked, leaning on your propped up hand.
She seemed almost dismissive with a roll of her eyes. “Ugh, absolutely, mind numbingly fine, poppet. Bored even. It really is painfully dull here.”
You admired the willpower to put on a brave face and didn’t push it any further. “Well, I know it might not mean much to you but…” You paused before giving her a small smile. “You’re doing really well and I appreciate the work you’re putting into this. It isn’t easy to change. It’s very admirable.”
Missy huffed quietly in amusement, cracking a smile. “You’re right, it doesn’t mean anything.” She sent you a brief side glance. “Thank you.”
You smiled back at her. “You’re welcome.”

“lovers kissing at the piano” by Unknown Artist,

but make it T4T failmarriage

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I cant stop… i hope you all realize I am ,, in twissy hell.,,, i swear to god i love the entire show i just.. cant, get them. out of my head. i cant. there’s no escape. anyways. this is just a quick little experiment. I’m hoping to fully render this one day in high res because I really like how this looks :) If you can think of any paintings that remind u of doctor who characters ,, feel free to comment/suggest them in my ask box or whatever yass. i’d love to attempt some of them!

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ID: Top image is “Lovers kissing at the piano” by Unknown artist. A man, facing us, is sitting on a piano bench while holding and kissing a woman who is facing away from us. She is wearing a short sleeved desaturated teal gown. Theres pink and yellow flowers scattered around them and on the piano to their right. It’s an aged painting.

Bottom image is the same painting but with the man replaced with the Twelfth Doctor and the woman replaced by Missy. The pink flowers have been edited to be yellow. The dress is now purple.

Bisexual Transgender Tragic Doctor Who Finale, you will ALWAYS be famous…

Inspired by the very iconic The Twelfth Night photo shoot. WEaT/TDF is my absolute favorite Doctor Who finale, and for sure in my top 5 stories. It’s gut wrenching, it’s beautiful, it’s conclusive. Anyways. I hope you enjoy! I’m proud of this one.

ID: A digital painting featuring Missy, the Twelfth Doctor, and Simms!Master as they appear in The Doctor Falls in the rooftop scene. They are posed to mimic the waist up “The Twelfth Night” promotional photo. Missy has a hand on twelves cheek, looking slightly sad, and holding her parisol with the other hand. The Doctor is reaching out to her hand with the umbrella, looking at her with both concern and yearning. Simms!Master is leaning off to the side dramatically with one hand grasping the end of Missy’s parisol. Behind them are the flames of the cyber foundries. The other images are close ups, beginning sketch, and the original Twelfth Night reference image.