ace decided that since the Doctor isn’t a proper fire-breathing dragon she’d help them out a bit
He did not call him Doctor then, just as the Doctor did not call him the Master. They had other names: strange and lovely as poems.
- Harvest of Time by Alastair Reynolds
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“No More”
The Eighth and Eleventh Doctors and the last day of Gallifrey. Eight was destroyed by the Time War and forced to become a warrior; Eleven was finally absolved of that guilt.
Mixed media: watercolor and digital. If there was one thing I was determined to finish this year, it was this painting! Here it is on the last day of December. :D My 2014 list of completed artwork has now officially gone out with a bang! (…Aaaaugh, pun NOT intended!)
Doctor Who copyright BBC.
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John Hurt (the War Doctor) has been made a Knight, and Sheridan Smith (Lucie Miller) has received an OBE. Whoo!
"He’s different now. Damaged. Still wears a frock-coat, mind."
— Big Finish booklets describing Eight after Orbis (via big-finish-sketches)
Mike Yates finds someone to confide in.
"The Eighth had brought some mistletoe,
And aimed for Seven, to Seven’s woe:
‘Ah! No! Rrrrrevolting! Ace! D’you mind?
Try Six, he’s more that way inclined.’
‘That way inclined? Inclined? What, me?
I burst with masculinity!
[…]
Five called to light the pud this year –
‘You’re good at starting fires, I hear?’
The dancing flames sent Eight insane:
‘Yes! I remember! Pudding Lane!’
He planted Five with juicy smackers,
Two and Seven pulled on crackers,
[…]
‘I knew Puccini once,’ sighed Eight,
‘He had the softest lips.’ That’s great,
But stay away from me, you sissy,’
Four looked cautious, Eight looked kissy.
Three o’clock, the Queen appeared,
The Third, all patriotic, cheered,
But Eight, lips puckered, mistletoe handy,
Went for the clown and got the dandy.
Tried again to get the clown,
But got a slap, so settled down."
And aimed for Seven, to Seven’s woe:
‘Ah! No! Rrrrrevolting! Ace! D’you mind?
Try Six, he’s more that way inclined.’
‘That way inclined? Inclined? What, me?
I burst with masculinity!
[…]
Five called to light the pud this year –
‘You’re good at starting fires, I hear?’
The dancing flames sent Eight insane:
‘Yes! I remember! Pudding Lane!’
He planted Five with juicy smackers,
Two and Seven pulled on crackers,
[…]
‘I knew Puccini once,’ sighed Eight,
‘He had the softest lips.’ That’s great,
But stay away from me, you sissy,’
Four looked cautious, Eight looked kissy.
Three o’clock, the Queen appeared,
The Third, all patriotic, cheered,
But Eight, lips puckered, mistletoe handy,
Went for the clown and got the dandy.
Tried again to get the clown,
But got a slap, so settled down."
—
“The Feast of Seven… Eight (and Nine)” by Vanessa Bishop, from ‘Short Trips: A Christmas Treasure’
In which the Doctors have a Christmas party and Eight tries to kiss all his former selves.
Because… yeah.
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