A fanblog dedicated to the Master from Doctor Who — in all their forms — from Classic Who, Big Finish Audios, Novels, Comics & More!
You can submit asks, art, fan fictions, recommendations, confessions, discussions & etc. This blog is purely for fans of the pairing and educational purposes. None of the art on this blog belongs to me unless otherwise stated.
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The Multiple Masters trying to figure out who summoned them together when the Masters start dropping shade on theirselves:
Crispy!Master: What if it’s you that brought us here?
War!Master: Me?! You think I’d bother setting all this up just for the pleasure of your company? *chuckles* Why would I waste my time?
Roberts!Master: I *don’t* like your tone.
War!Master: I wish that was all I didn’t like about you.
Young!Master: How dare you!
War!Master: A collection of failures. Wrong turns…and, ah, yes, a robot duplicate. I’d rather be stuck in a shopping center lift.
MacQueen!Master: You…dismiss us?!
Crispy!Master: If it hadn’t been for me, clinging onto life, then where would you be?!
War!Master: Perhaps I’d gotten around to happening a great deal sooner? I spent my whole life fighting a war…a war, I fear, none of you have the stamina for! Er…no offense.
Roberts!Master: All taken.
War!Master: If you’d had the decency to die earlier, then perhaps…just perhaps, I could have prevented a war that tore apart time. Now…wouldn’t that have been a life worth living? Why, my own people might have even hailed me as a savior, made me President of Gallifrey, imagine that! *pause* Look at me! All of you! Look into my eyes….you can see all that I’ve done and could do. Now…if you think you’re my equal, carry on looking at me. The others; look away.
Young!Master: *shudders* Horrible.
War!Master: I see…will none of you look at me?
Simm!Master: I will!
War!Master: Ah…so it’s you! (He’s the host!)
Simm!Master: I’m pausing for a gasp. *silence* Oh come on, not even an ‘Ohh!’? *continued silence* Six Masters sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N- oh, come on! It’d be fun! Let’s throw our TARDIS keys in a bowl and see what happens!
he’s a cheetah, he’s a musty old corpse, he’s a consul of tremas, she’s a mary poppins rip off, he’s a slime snake and a loose gold tooth - I didn’t say their name, but they popped into your head didn’t they?
#this is literally a conversation between hope/longing and fear/self-loathing #about daring to try and potentially fail versus falling back into the ruinous comfort of self-sabotage #the Master here is still stinging from Ten's 'I forgive you' #like fuck you how dare you FORGIVE me #how dare you pretend to love me without limit #I will prove that you have a line #that your love/desire/respect/friendship is not inexhaustible #that you would always have given up on me anyway when you realized what I really am #better not to try not to hope not to want #better to do something so monstrous that you can prove it was all a lie and pretend your choices were wise instead of terrified #there's a bitter victory and vindication in that #why try to be better when you know you'll just fail anyway? #watch that hope and certainty just drain out of Missy's face (@peacockbluey)
Why does no one ask, Master Who?: (#3 - Oh No, He’s Crispy!)
Why does no one ask, Master Who?: A Character Study Series Masterlist
Our next topic to cover in the subject of the Master is his Anakin Skywalker—er, I mean, sudden change in appearance and re-appearance when he surprises us all in the Fourth Doctor’s era. I think this is where his now signature long running gag for ‘coming back from the dead’ without any explanation truly began.
So, because of the tragedy that happened to Roger Delgado, the Master as a character was kept out of stories for quite awhile until the 4th Doctor’s era in 1976′s episode, “The Deadly Assassin.” An episode not only remarkable for bringing back the Master in a MUCH darker state, nearing the end of his regeneration cycle, but the fact this episode began a lot of the mythos of the Time Lords and Gallifrey as we know it. Played by two different actors for two different episodes years apart, the fandom has dubbed the Peter Pratt and Geoffrey Beevers Master’s as the Crispy Master or Decayed Master, due to his decaying form looking like he was fighting with a Jedi for control of the high ground and lost (Still too soon? Okay.)
Welcome to [ @WHOISTHEMASTER ], a blog dedicated to asking the most important question in the universe; Who is the Master from Doctor Who?
This blog will explore the question starting with Classic Who, fumbling through the Extended Universe, and then running through Modern Who. It may be out of order at times. It may be theories scattered on a board. It may be fun, interesting things I noticed and got excited about, but as long as it’s all about the Master, who cares?
This wild, hypnotic meta of a show is run by @timeladyjamie
Besides running this blog, I also have a Meta series focused on exploring the Master! I run WAY TOO MANY blogs and tend to run myself thin (hence my absences), but I have fun with it too 🤣
Be sure to check this one out too! Part 4 will be coming out soon!
Hello! I'd have a NSFW Master x reader request, if that's okay. (I personally invisioned Dhawan!Master with this, but you can use any Master you want. I'm not picky).
So maybe the reader is the Doctors companion, and the Master hypnotises them for... kidnapping the Doctors companions reasons. But surprise, surprise! Reader is really into it, (both the hypnosis and the Master themself, obviously).
Is this anything? Can you work with this? 😅
Of course I can work with this anon! I did go slightly darker with this fic so I hope you don't mind.
I also wrote this with Dhawan!Master in mind. Great minds think alike, right?
Hope you like the fic!
Title: Kneel
Warnings: hypnosis, implied past dud/non con, slightly dark!Master, power imbalance, dubious consent
Oh, out of all the people in the universe, why did it have to be The Master who discovered this unknown kink of yours?
Well, it could’ve been worse. It could’ve been the Doctor who found it out. Although why she’d be hypnotising you, you have no idea.
On that faithful day the Master had just intended to kidnap you. You were another one of the Doctor’s annoying little pets but an irritatingly pretty one at that. If he was going to be stuck with a human it might as well be one that was half decent to look at.
Half decent for a human that is.
The Master drummed his fingers against his desk as he studied you intently. You were staring blankly ahead of you, not even blinking. That couldn’t be good for your eyes but the Master didn’t really care. Besides it gave him more time to look at the colour of your eyes, something which he secretly liked.
He leant back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto his desk. He folded his arms as he continued to look at you. Eventually he said,
“You know, you’re not very good company.”
He let out a manic laugh.
“Even stuck like this.”
He kicked his feet off the desk and slowly made his way towards you. You continued to look straight ahead even when the Master was right in front of you. He waved a hand in front of your face and said,
“Your human minds are so fragile. Look how easily I have you under my control. You must be so angry at me,” he grinned madly, “I wonder what exactly you’d say to me if you could speak.”
He leant back slightly, folding his arms. This wasn’t as amusing as he had initially hoped. While you were pleasant to look at, he wanted more from you. He enjoyed it when you were angry at him. When you were cursing him and threatening him in the way none of her other companions would dare. He raised his hand and clicked his fingers.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” he commanded
“Fuck you.”
Two words he’d heard a thousand times before and yet… yet these were different. He cocked his hand to the side as he contemplated them. There wasn’t the usual anger behind them. Instead they seemed affectionate. From the embarrassed look on your face, he could tell that there was more to those two words than first met the eye.
“Fuck you,” the Master raised his eyebrows, “and tell me exactly what you mean by that.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh do you?”
“Yes. I like this.”
Now that was certainly unexpected.
“You liked being hypnotised?”
“Yes.”
“By anyone? Has the Doctor done this to you?”
“No. It has to be you.”
“Interesting.”
You gasped as the Master suddenly released his hold over you. You staggered forward slightly and he gripped your arms to stop you falling over. While he wouldn’t mind the sight of you at his feet there was a time for that later.
You felt your face burn as the Master held you. You didn’t want the Master to find that out about you but you couldn’t help but spill all your secrets. You were pressed against the wall, the Master easily pinning you in place. He raised a hand, brushing the back of it against your cheekbones. It was an unusually gentle action from such a violent man.
“You are certainly full of surprises,” he said softly, “who’d have thought that you’d have such an interesting kink.”
“One that you’d fully take advantage of, I’m sure.” you spat
The Master blinked in surprise before giving you an angry look.
“My dear,” he said cooly but you could hear the anger in his voice, “there are some lines that I wouldn’t cross. Well,” he shrugged, “at least this version of me.”
The Master leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours.
“We have some time to kill until the Doctor gets here,” he said, “why don’t we have a little fun and explore this wonderful little kink of yours?”
You hesitated slightly. Part of you was curious to see where this could go but still… this was the Master you were dealing with. The Master tilted your chin so you were looking directly at him.
“I’ll be inside your head,” he said, openly staring at your lips, “whenever you want me to stop, just tell me.”
“Ok.”
Part of you wasn’t sure if it was you who said it or the Master making you say it. However, as soon as that one word was out of your mouth and Master smiled at you although there was no warmth behind it.
“I knew you’d come around,” he said, “now then be a good girl for me and kneel.”
Immediately you sunk to your knees. The Master reached down and cupped your chin, forcing your head back now.
