It’s Castrovalva that gets me unreasonably happy with the math plot. Yay bidmead!
Oh I love it in Castrovalva too, it’s just that that’s the one where the math geeking gets slightly drowned out by the cackling of my shipper heart. (“Ahaha, Doctor, I have you in my power now, vulnerable and in a state of post-regenerative shock! Look on in helpless horror as I… tuck you into bed, ply you with soothing drinks, and lock you safely away forever in my trippy Escher mind palace that I built just for you. BEHOLD, MY VICTORY IS COMPLETE.”)
|kerrykhat said: For the second one, Martha/Master, since I know you also ship that "oh fuck I'm going to hell for this aren't I?" ship with meeeeee|
I don’t know if I have the wherewithal to fic it, but Tumblr, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT IRON WOOBIES and how Martha Jones is the One Iron Woobie To Woob Them All and fuck anyone who resents her for suffering, and also how Martha/Master makes me feel all hot under the collar and all uncomfortable and going-to-hell .Because Martha Jones spends most of the s3 finale being the Master’s archnemesis, a role that’s usually reserved for the Doctor, and the Master puts just as much creepily sexual power stuff into fighting Martha, and trying to hurt her by fridging and tormenting the people close to her (including the Doctor!!!), and trying to humiliate her and convince himself and her and everyone else that she’s never been a threat to him… and unlike the Doctor, Martha is 1000% Done WIth Mr. Saxon’s Shit and does not secretly enjoy playing this little game with him, which would make any fucked-up shippy stuff squicky as helllll to me except that she beats him. He tries so so so hard to break her and she laughs in his face. She has spent the entire season battling insecurity and the sense that she’s not good enough and the Master is perceptive enough to taunt her right where it hurts the most, and she stares him in the fucking face and goes “is that all?” She doesn’t have to get herself captured. She’s already put her plan into motion around the entire world, it’ll still work if she’s absent or dead. But she plays her ruse to the hilt, puts herself in the Master’s power, and faces down public execution just for the satisfaction of laughing at him when he falls into every trap she’s set. She’s terrified, she’s insecure, she’s just one human up against a mad Time Lord with all of Earth under his command, but she’s holding the trump card and she knows it, he’s trying out of fear to make her feel smaller than him and she knows it, and that is what makes me desire a zillion horrible whumpfics and sucker-punches me right in the id when he makes her kneel on the bridge of the Valiant and tells her to bow her head. She plays along. She’s terrified. She’s about to unleash her ultimate triumph and laugh in his face. I WISH TO SUBSCRIBE TO EVERY NEWSLETTER RELATED TO THIS DELICIOUS ID-KINK.
Erato is the titular Creature from the Pit, and one of the most mocked monsters in all of Doctor Who. The fact that e is called Erato doesn’t really help the case much. But anyway.
Erato is a big glowing green blob monster at the bottom of a pit. Eir primary means of interacting with people is by rolling over them and crushing their bones and organs. All in all, it’s not very effective. This is because Erato is pretty much just a giant brain…thing. E has no organs. It’s most inconvenient. And this is what I like about em. Erato is very very alien. Forget that e’s alien in a way that might not make a whole lot of sense - e’s a giant alien blob monster who is also a complete person and a spacefaring sentient being. Entirely without organs, or any other humanoid features.
As for sense, more is made than you might initially assume. Erato and eir people are extremely intelligent, and make up for in technology what they lack in organs. For instance, their communicator, which allows them to speak by means of someone else’s organs - larynx, the the case of us larynx-possessing people. I have to say, I love larynx-borrowing as a plot device. I don’t know why. But it always makes me happy. The nice thing about Erato’s larynx-borrowing in particular is that it’s always completely voluntary. You put your hand on the communicator and eir words come out of your mouth. But you can always just let go. It’s really very nice.
In addition to voice technology, Erato also has space-faring technology, which is actually sort of biological in nature. E can spin an eggshell-like spaceship around emself - part exoskeleton and part cocoon, spider-silk like. Because Erato’s people excrete metal. That’s actually what brings em to the jungle world of Chloris - e’s there to negotiate a trade agreement of metal for vegetables. It’s a beautifully Pareto-efficient trade too. Chloris lacks metal, but has plenty of plants. Erato’s people crave vegetation, but have metal literally coming out of their…well, we’re not sure quite where it comes out. Each side gives up something worthless and in return for something valuable. No-brainer, right? But no, lady Adrasta thinks it’s a much better idea to chuck Erato down a pit and throw astrologers at em. That’s economic politics for you.
Erato goes through a surprising amount of development - our reaction to em is almost constantly shifting. First e’s a nameless monster. Then e’s an enigma to be solved. Once solved, e’s a victim, moving us from fear to sympathy. Then e’s a politician - cagey, not quite telling us everything, trying to cut and run and avoid responsibility. Ultimately e’s a hero and an ally, putting eir own life on the line to save an innocent population from annihilation due to a tragic misunderstanding. Which you have to admit is an awful lot for a giant green blobby thing with no organs.
"The Creature from the Pit" is an episode I always enjoy, because it’s just kind of fun. Erato has cool biology, a certainly original design, an awesome homemade spun spaceship, and a mildly interesting character arc. Good times all around. And as a child I found em absolutely terrifying. And I don’t think e looks all that much like a penis.
what if the dark was a conscious being
like every time you’re surrounded in complete darkness it’s just giving you a really big hug
you shouldn’t be afraid of the dark i bet it’s really nice
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