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Just as a heads up...
I’m backpacking Europe for two months. My flight leaves tomorrow. That’s why my activity’s been a little sparse because there’s been a lot of last-minute preparation, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Most of the hostels I’m staying at have free wi-fi so I might be here a bit to answer asks and things and such but, yeah-
Don’t expect too much, lmao.
Hope y’all don’t miss me too much and I’ll see you all again when I’m back (October 23).
Cheers.
-Seth
At the airport now!
Just as a heads up...
I’m backpacking Europe for two months. My flight leaves tomorrow. That’s why my activity’s been a little sparse because there’s been a lot of last-minute preparation, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Most of the hostels I’m staying at have free wi-fi so I might be here a bit to answer asks and things and such but, yeah-
Don’t expect too much, lmao.
Hope y’all don’t miss me too much and I’ll see you all again when I’m back (October 23).
Cheers.
-Seth
I want to ship with canon blogs, but like. I don’t know if you know this. But as an OC that can be super intimidating. Can you like or reblog this if you’d be okay with an OC approaching you for a ship? Romantic or otherwise?
Matt Smith
The Doctor was beneath the console; his feet dangling off the ground as he sat on the makeshift hammock swing that he had. He was doing a routine repair, basically within his own state of mind, but what pulled him out of it was that he could have swore he heard the Master call for him.
“Underneath the console,” He called out as he heard faint footsteps coming back into the console room.
“You’re impossible to find in this bloody box,” the Master grumbles as he enters the console room. He moves to stand by the Doctor’s feet and folds his arms over his chest.
“Fixing it again? What’ve you broke this time?” he asks condescendingly.
“Oh, for– stop monologuing and make yourself useful! The external buffers– oof!”
Winded, the Doctor lets out a rough breath as the ship pitches violently to one side. He’s already clambering half-on top of the console, one converse-clad foot holding down a lever as his hands simultaneously try to pilot the TARDIS and cling on for dear life.
“External buffers,” he reiterates through gritted teeth as he wrestles with a lever of his own. “All three switches, push them all the way up to full. Now!”
“Shut up,” the Master spits in response, gripping the handrail tightly to steady himself as he’s jolted by the instability of the TARDIS. It’s after that that he’s jumping to action and doing as he was told. “I know how to fly this thing better than you. I actually got my certification, thank you very much, instead of being expelled and stealing one.”
He bitterly adds his own efforts into managing the machine, aggressively batting the Doctor’s foot away to hold the lever down himself and flipping switches and pressing buttons with his free hand.
“So bossy.”
"Why are you such a nuisance?"
“How long have you known me now? When am I not one?”
“I didn’t take you hostage. I offered you to stay here with me and for us to travel together. And you, Mr. Genius of the World, didn’t give me a straight answer to that but stayed and I took it as a yes. And yeah the TARDIS is now our home but my library is not a disaster. You should have seen it when I regenerated before this one.”
“I still feel like a hostage,” he mutters bitterly. “Better than that ape-planet you enjoy so much though.”
The Master rolls his eyes as the Doctor speaks. “I think you have a false definition of disaster, but fine, whatever. I can never find what I’m looking for in there and the TARDIS seems to enjoy hiding it from me, too. Ought to put in a good word for me, you know, if I’m going to be staying here.”
masterfulxrhythm said: omg hello fellow simm master i love your username
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On Earth. Again. This repulsive planet would be his grave. Alone, again, of course. The Doctor seldom knew of the Master’s many methods of resurrection.
The years had blurred together, however, and now he’s a little hazy on the details, but what is absolutely certain is he is stranded here on the ape-planet for the foreseeable future.
Having landed a stereotypical nine-to-five office desk job that paid well enough to earn him a no-better than fine flat, he could not have possibly found himself more ingrained in a rut.
He sighs from where he’s seated at his desk before staring glumly at his empty cup of coffee.
Another late night. Most have already left but some still linger. Some because they’re ass-kissers, some because they’re workaholics, but most likely because of the excess of paperwork that seems to have been piling in ever since the company takeover. Overhaul of staff, too, leaving those that were lucky enough to keep their jobs overworked.
The Master stands and makes his way to the staff lounge to check if there’s any coffee left. Few lights are on, power-saving, but he can make out the silhouette of one other coworker lingering in the room. When he enters, he recognizes the colleague as someone he’s seen around, but not someone he’s ever really talked to.
He moves to the (empty) coffeepot, sighs again, and goes to the cabinet to find the grounds to make another pot.
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can u please give this post a like if you’re comfortable playing darker/sensitive themes such as non/dub-con, (mental) abuse, violence, gore, literally anything that can potentially trigger people? Because. I want to explore beyond the “everything nice and shiny”-border this community seems reluctant to cross, because standard-threads get boring with the time. Remember that /playing/ such topics does not make one a supporter of any of these listed above.
Holy shit!!!
👊 (because he doesn't know how else to show affection)
“What the hell was that for–?!”
“Felt like it?”
“Well– I’m gonna need you to stop feeling like it. I happen to quite like this face, y’know.”
“You’re no fun. Just ‘cause it’s a lovely face doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve a little rearranging once in a while.”
HOW TO LOVE A GOD: i. be prepared to bleed. there is no way this will not spell tragedy, and you know this singsong melody of warning bells: your father’s gentle words, the restless-reckless humming beneath your skin. if you want to love a god, learn to ignore it. ii. throw yourself off cliffs to teach yourself how to fly. throw yourself off cliffs to teach yourself how to fall. iii. hollow out your body, divest yourself of these useless mortal organs. fill yourself with longing instead. iv. know that there are only a handful of gods but a world of mortals. you will not be the first glint of metal to catch the light of the sun, and no matter what you weave into your heart at night, you will not be the last. v. and remember, you will bleed.
ICARUS’ GUIDE TO LOVING APOLLO | mythology reimagined #5 | paperharbors (via daydreamsofrp)
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♕: Holding hands•••
The Doctor flinched and pulled his hand away.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Holding your hand...?”
A small smile plays at the Master’s lips.
“Thought your were all up for that touchy-feely awfulness.”
