Not just the Doctor

#okay so what the hell I logged in #I MISSED YOU GUYS #LIKE HOLY SHIT #fobwatchedcenturion #and I apologize in advance because I'm still going to be not here like 95% of the time #because LIFE IS A MESS

“I don’t love leaving, you know I hate leaving you behind...” He looked guilty now “I really wasn’t trying to be away so long, I just, got, a bit sidetracked.” He really was lucky that he had the Master back, regardless. If indeed that was still the case.

Do yo ship Ten and Eleven?

[Ah no actually, though, well, no that’s a lie, I’ve read a fair amount of Ten/Eleven and sometimes, yes, I love it, but also sometimes I am intensely weirded out by the fact that they are the same person.

So, yes, ish?

Thanks nonnie

~ Bonnie]

#nonnie #answered

((Hey guys, um... I'm sorry for disappearing at random, all the time. I just don't think I have time for tumblr right now. I also don't know when I will have time for it. So I'm debating complete indefinite hiatus or simply deleting my blogs. I don't know what yet, I just wanted to give a heads up about it.

I might pop up every now and again, but I don't have the time to run a proper RP blog, or even screw off on my personal.

If I do pop up, it will likely be over anon, signed how I've been doing, either ~ B or ~ Bonnie Yeah, that's my update, sorry again.))

"What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again." - twoheartedtweed (Because Bonnie is tired as hell and decided 'what the hell I'm just going to send you a bunch of stuff')

The Master’s face flushed at this, squeaking quietly when he did so. “St-Stop it…” he got out finally, squirming under him. “Enough wi-with the biting, there’s marks all up my throat…”

The Master breathed heavily, smiling at his reactions and slowly pushing his hands up the Doctor’s shirt. “Glad you approve…” He said playfully, squirming before kissing him back happily, wrapping an arm around him.

#fobwatchedcenturion #.RP.#You have no idea how close he was to saying something about Amy having good taste #and then he went 'no hang on. that's a horrible idea.'

"Even better when I’ve got you squirming like this." His breath hitched slightly when the other pushed his hands beneath his shirt. One of the Doctor's hands had moved, fingers tangling in the Master's hair to hold him closer, tempted to pull his head to the side again. Though for the moment content to keep kissing him, pulling away every few moments for air, and once to place a light, more affectionate kiss on his nose. His other hand had drifted lower, toying with the waistband of the other's trousers, and then moving to palm him through them. Wanting to hear the Master moan again.

The Master gave a slight growl, wondering if the Doctor actually realized what the other person was doing. After a few moments, he walked over, slipping a firm arm around the Doctor. "Hey, darling..." he said, through gritted teeth. "I was looking for you."

So someone was flirting with him, a bit, maybe more than a bit. Not that he minded, it wasn't going to go anywhere. He had Koschei.So he just kept talking to them, though his words trailed off when an arm slid around his waist.

"Hello, Master," He said, leaning back on the stool so his head rested slightly against the other Time Lord's shoulder. Okay, so clearly the Master minded that the other person was flirting with him. "I've been here for like an hour, this is Cam, sort of, her real name is a bit difficult to say. Cam, this is the Master."

#fobwatchedcenturion #psychic like paper

"Can I keep you?" - twoheartedtweed

He blushed slightly, smiling more before kissing his cheek. “Only if I can keep you.”

"Course you can," He replied, grinning at the other. Really he'd always had him. Things were just... Complicated. Bad complicated. But not so much anymore.

worthtwo

"You’re the one who was all; ’hey look a water pistol! Let’s shoot at it!”

"I was not, okay, a little bit. But you don't usually listen when I say things like that!"

#ameliakissogram #.RP.

dear-indies

Reblog if you’re a Doctor Who Indie RP account.

We are creating a giant master-list for every Doctor Who roleplayer.

The list is here.

rahulkohli

AU - You weren’t here [x] └The Doctor and Rose are reunited, but he still feels guilt over losing her.

#Ow

Out today so I don't anticipate anything getting done until tonight.

The sleep thing is calling me.

Goodnight.

askbox-dares

Your muse notices someone hitting on mine. Your muse's possessive/over-protective side comes out. How do they react?

#memes

worthtwo

"A bit singed? I almost lost all of my hair! Why didn’t we just use a fire extinguisher or something?”

"Believe me, if I'd had one, we would have used it. You're the one who made it angry with a water pistol."

#ameliakissogram #.RP.

"I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me. Even the ones inside your head. But you never do." - twoheartedtweed

He sighed, taking his hand in his and playing with his fingers, kissing his hand. “I-I’d let you… I just want to protect you…”

He squeezed back, letting his lips just barely graze against the Doctor’s as they pulled away, before giving him just the smallest bit of space beyond that. The Master swallowed, looking down for a moment. “You shouldn’t… Blame yourself for that, you know…” he started, feeling a little guilty. “We didn’t know. How could we have known?”

"It is my fault though.... It doesn't matter that I didn't know, I should have believed you a long time ago." Because he'd never thought they were real. Not ever. Just a part of the Master's mind. It made it easier to be enemies, pretending he was mad. "I should have been able to help." He still wanted to, he didn't have the slightest idea how to go about doing so, but he wanted to get rid of them. He wanted to take them away, make the other free of their incessant noise.

"I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me. Even the ones inside your head. But you never do." - twoheartedtweed

He sighed, taking his hand in his and playing with his fingers, kissing his hand. “I-I’d let you… I just want to protect you…”

"I’d like it too. A lot…" he smiled, rubbing small circles into his back before he pulled away. The Master held his hand again, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Sometimes… I like to think about what would have happened if you didn’t have a wife… And I didn’t have A-Ailla for a while…" he murmured, remembering just how large the Doctor’s family had been. "If our original plan followed through…"

He practically melted under the kiss, not letting him move out of reach, and squeezing his hand gently. He wanted to say that they still could have, if the Master had listened after Ailla's betrayal. But he didn't, not wanting to ruin this moment. Perhaps later. But not now.

"....The drums wouldn't be there, for one." He couldn't help it. He held a lot of guilt about that. If he hadn't trapped Gallifrey... Rassilon would never have had to send the drums back to Koschei. Maybe it would have changed things.

"I would kiss every last one of your scars away if you would let me. Even the ones inside your head. But you never do." - twoheartedtweed

He sighed, taking his hand in his and playing with his fingers, kissing his hand. “I-I’d let you… I just want to protect you…”

"No more of that, no…." He murmured, rubbing his back a little. "Too time consuming, anyways…" the Master tried to laugh, merely pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"It’ll be different this time… It’ll just be me and you, just us together… It’ll be nice…" He insisted, sighing and kissing his shoulder. That sounded nice… Just him and the Doctor… Together. Like they should be…

He let himself relax, mirroring the older time lord and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Just the two of them... Like it was going to be all those centuries ago... All those lifetimes, before the fighting. Before he was the Doctor. Long before Koschei left his name behind...

"I'd like that..." He agreed, smiling as he pulled away. Wondering if the Master actually meant it. Hating that his brain still went through the process of 'what if it's just a lie?'