The Professor

"I am usually referred to as the Professor. Universally." //Indie AU Simm!Master. "Good" Master AU known as the Professor. Sideblog of Simplicity-of-control. 18+. PLEASE READ RULES AND ABOUT BEFORE INTERACTING.

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[angstmemes]

lonely sentence starters

“Long time no see! How’re you holding up?” “You clearly weren’t expecting me.” “I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.” “I thought I’d just stop by and see how you were doing… It’s been a while.” “You’ve been quiet lately.” “How are you? Honestly. Don’t give me the usual crap.” “Why’re you sitting here all by yourself?” “This is supposed to be a party. You are supposed to dance, not sulk.” “Has nobody come to see you?” “Do you want me to leave?” “When’s the last time you went outside?” “Do you even want to see anyone?” “You seem lonely…” “Don’t you have any friends?” “I don’t mind keeping you company.” “Do you really have this place all to yourself?” “Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.” “I’d visit you more often if I had the time…” “I am your friend. You’ve got me.” “Are you lonely?” ———- “I just want to be left alone.” “I’ve been so alone.” “You’re the first person to visit me in ages.” “I wish you’d visit more often.” “I’m just so sick of being alone all the time.” “No, of course I’m not lonely.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

Amortentia both muses

The Master:Something burning, just like his multiverse counterpart the Professor can smell fire and smoke. Salt and earth, like a saltmine. Blood. Bruce:Hospital smells, cough syrup, honey, sweet and natural smells. Not flowery, but earthy sweet. Rain.

[lupinuspotter-deactivated201508]

Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours.

[whatisyourlefteyebrowdoingdavid]

The Doctor + The Master - last and first looks.

[bazingaholmes98]

IM CALLING IT ALREADY THE TIME LORDS WIPED THE MASTERS MEMORY AFTER THE EVENTS OF ‘END OF TIME’ BECAUSE THEY JUST KNEW THE MASTER AND THE DOCTOR HAD RECONCILED IN THE TOP RIGHT AND LEFT GIFS AND THAT SCARED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THEM BECAUSE THE REBEL TIME LORDS BESTIES WERE FUCKING BACK.

AND THEY KNEW THAT TOGETHER THEY COULD BURN EMPIRES.

SO THEY WIPED HIS MEMORY

SO HE WOULD FORGET THAT THEY FORGAVE EACH OTHER

THAT THEY SAVED EACH OTHER

THAT THEY REALISED THE REAL SHITS THAT KEPT FUCKING THEIR FRIENDSHIP OVER WERE ALL THE FUCKERS IN THE CITADEL.

That’s why we saw Simm the way he was in the Doctor falls. Because he was the one who forgot.

And missy is the one who remembered.

#DontmindmeIlljustcrymyselftosleep

[cerulean-archived]

^ I like this headcanon because his behaviour in the Doctor Falls feels so wrong to me

[followthedrums13]

@bluesuitandsandshoes @decimaquodmedicus I may be adding this to my canon. XD

[julielilac]

[coveredwithsnow]

(x)

[angstmemes]

nightmare starters part 2

for part 1 click here!

“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!” “You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?” “Can we sleep with the lights on?” “I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.” “I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.” “Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.” “I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.” “I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.” “You look exhausted. Bad night?” “Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.” “You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.” “Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.” “You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.” “How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.” “I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.” “I thought you didn’t get them anymore.” “I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…” “When will you finally tell me what they’re about?” “Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?” “Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…” “How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!” “I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!” “Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…” “Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!” “Please leave the light on.” “Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?” “I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

"I know who you are. I know what you've done," the Master gloated.

“You don’t know anything.” The Professor growled back. “The choices I’ve had to make. I know who you are too, you cannot fool me, and you don’t know a single thing about what I have done in order to be better than you.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

americanparamedic:

“That’s what I meant, you fool. And each and every time he does, we bite his hand. We don’t deserve his goodness, because, as I said, we are not good!” He had to remind himself of this as he continued to clean the other’s eyes. “Precisely? Enough to kill if I so wanted. You should know that, you should remember the guards we killed at the gala where they were keeping the Beryllium chip.”

“I never inhabited that body you moron!” The Professor replied a tad bit annoyed, especially cause he could feel the venom clot and make his eyes gooey and red. The burn was starting to fade at least, 

“I never inhabited any but my own, and I am living breathing proof that we can be good!” Even in pain he tried to argue his case. “The Doctor’s help isn’t something we earned because we deserved it, it was given because he cares about us!”

[magistermantis]

“He did once, yes. When we were friends, and sometimes I think we still are. But he knows how dangerous we are, he knows when to keep his distance. Not that I blame him, but being abandoned by him on some remote dump of a planet somewhere isn’t exactly a trust-building exercise.” He sighed. Even as he argued for his own case, he continued to try to clean his eyes. “…I’m sorry,” he said genuinely at last. “And I’m envious. I… I wish I had the kind of hope that you do. But my Anakin is dead.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

The Professor was getting increasingly annoyed by the Master, his denial, and his bloody venom. His eyes had stopped hurting, but he realised that was because the venom had numbed and probably killed most of the nerves in and around his eyes. “Give it up, I’m blind, just give up.” He sighed and leaned back, awfully casual about it. “You’re an idiot you know. If you’re going to use Earth pop culture you should at least remember that Anakin was redeemed in the end, he did the right thing.” 

[magistermantis]

A strange sensation ran down his spine. It wasn’t panic, or fear, or even regret or remorse. It was rather like looking in a mirror, but not exactly quite. Slowly, he reached out to touch his eyes, slowly shaking his head. “No, no. I’m not that kind of person, I don’t go around making ourselves blind. I didn’t choose that, you said I could choose to be better, not– not this!”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Are you going to make a choice to be better or are you going to moan about how you should be able to choose?” The Professor said and even blind he reached out and gave the Master a smack to the back of his head like he was a kid. “Are you going to continue to choose aggression or are you going to own up to your mistakes and work to fix them? Cause you do have the choice Koschei, you no matter how many times you chose wrong you can still chose otherwise next time.” 

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Rough day?” [for more of my "good"!Master angst]

“Sure looks like it, need a snuggle?” The Professor offers and opens his arms wide for the other.

[magistermantis]

“I think I did something good today. I feel disgusted. And proud. And really, really confused.”  

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“That’s a lot of emotions to feel at once.” He said. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

[magistermantis]

“The beginning? Well, in the beginning we were born in the House of Oakdown and we made friends with the Deca and went to the Academy…”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Too far, skip ahead to the beginning of this day, or rather, the beginning of when you did whatever you see as ‘good’.” The Professor rubbed his forehead, patient but not overly patient when it came to the Master’s cheek. 

[magistermantis]

He gave him an apologetic smile, if a bit sheepish and shit-eating. “I had the chance to blow up a planet and I didn’t. And there was absolutely nothing stopping me. I… I just couldn’t push the button. I thought about all the lives on that planet and… and I couldn’t kill them. I didn’t even think of them as inferior. …”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“I’d say that’s unlike you, but not a bad thing.” The Professor said. “Do you think doing nothing when you could have done something is a ‘good’ action?” He asked. “Or do you think it is a ‘kind’ action?” 

[magistermantis]

“Aren’t those essentially the same in this context? It wasn’t unkind, and it wasn’t evil. They should have died, could have died so easily. And yet I couldn’t do it…”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Good....good is morality. Kindness is compassion.” The Professor said. “I wonder which one changed in you.” He moved over and wrapped his arms around the Master in a comforting hug. “You couldn’t because you are changing.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

"I know who you are. I know what you've done," the Master gloated.

“You don’t know anything.” The Professor growled back. “The choices I’ve had to make. I know who you are too, you cannot fool me, and you don’t know a single thing about what I have done in order to be better than you.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

americanparamedic:

“That’s what I meant, you fool. And each and every time he does, we bite his hand. We don’t deserve his goodness, because, as I said, we are not good!” He had to remind himself of this as he continued to clean the other’s eyes. “Precisely? Enough to kill if I so wanted. You should know that, you should remember the guards we killed at the gala where they were keeping the Beryllium chip.”

“I never inhabited that body you moron!” The Professor replied a tad bit annoyed, especially cause he could feel the venom clot and make his eyes gooey and red. The burn was starting to fade at least, 

“I never inhabited any but my own, and I am living breathing proof that we can be good!” Even in pain he tried to argue his case. “The Doctor’s help isn’t something we earned because we deserved it, it was given because he cares about us!”

[magistermantis]

“He did once, yes. When we were friends, and sometimes I think we still are. But he knows how dangerous we are, he knows when to keep his distance. Not that I blame him, but being abandoned by him on some remote dump of a planet somewhere isn’t exactly a trust-building exercise.” He sighed. Even as he argued for his own case, he continued to try to clean his eyes. “…I’m sorry,” he said genuinely at last. “And I’m envious. I… I wish I had the kind of hope that you do. But my Anakin is dead.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

The Professor was getting increasingly annoyed by the Master, his denial, and his bloody venom. His eyes had stopped hurting, but he realised that was because the venom had numbed and probably killed most of the nerves in and around his eyes. “Give it up, I’m blind, just give up.” He sighed and leaned back, awfully casual about it. “You’re an idiot you know. If you’re going to use Earth pop culture you should at least remember that Anakin was redeemed in the end, he did the right thing.” 

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Rough day?” [for more of my "good"!Master angst]

“Sure looks like it, need a snuggle?” The Professor offers and opens his arms wide for the other.

[magistermantis]

“I think I did something good today. I feel disgusted. And proud. And really, really confused.”  

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“That’s a lot of emotions to feel at once.” He said. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

[magistermantis]

“The beginning? Well, in the beginning we were born in the House of Oakdown and we made friends with the Deca and went to the Academy…”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Too far, skip ahead to the beginning of this day, or rather, the beginning of when you did whatever you see as ‘good’.” The Professor rubbed his forehead, patient but not overly patient when it came to the Master’s cheek. 

[magistermantis]

He gave him an apologetic smile, if a bit sheepish and shit-eating. “I had the chance to blow up a planet and I didn’t. And there was absolutely nothing stopping me. I… I just couldn’t push the button. I thought about all the lives on that planet and… and I couldn’t kill them. I didn’t even think of them as inferior. …”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“I’d say that’s unlike you, but not a bad thing.” The Professor said. “Do you think doing nothing when you could have done something is a ‘good’ action?” He asked. “Or do you think it is a ‘kind’ action?” 

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

‘ I cannot judge you for this. ’

“But you should. You should.” The Professor sighed and put his hands in his head. “I’m not…I’m not the father you know, but I am your father none the less. I shouldn’t have showed you away just because you share a body with the Master. I let my own fear of what he is control me, and in doing so I lost a son. I am sorry Bruce, I truly am.” 

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

americanparamedic:

He looked at him confused. “Is that like, ‘the more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know’? Yes, I’m starting to become aware of that. There’s always something new to learn, and some answers only lead to even more questions.”

Bruce shook his head. “Look at me and tell me his will is infectious. I will not follow in his footsteps. I may have my own darkness, but it is exactly that– my own. You have just as much right to exist as he does. You have hopes and dreams and desires and fears and yes I know this is the oldest cliche in the book but it’s a cliche because it’s true.”

“You truly are the best of us, you know that?” The Professor smiled, a bit helpless to fight the urge to cry. “All these years I have tried to leave behind a legacy, and it was the Master who managed to make the one who would outdo all of us. You.”

[magistermantis]

He stared at him. That’s really all he could do, was just stare. “M-Me?” he asked, stuttering a little. “Outdo you? That’s… that’s a heavy burden to carry, if it were true. But you’re the one with far more knowledge, and power, and wisdom and experience. Certainly not me.” Then, he hugged him warmly. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you this emotional.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Oh Bruce.” The Master chuckled and more joyful tears came to his eyes. “You’ve already outdone me. With your kindness and search for purpose. I’m proud to call you my son.” He said and hugged Bruce tightly. 

[magistermantis]

“Okay, now you’re just selling us short. Don’t do that,” he said firmly. “You’re plenty kind, and your purpose seems to be a curator of knowledge. You’ve given up traveling the Universe and settled down, and not even I can do that. You’re willing to impart your knowledge to others. If that’s not a good purpose, I don’t know what is. I’m proud to call you my dad,” he smiled, returning the hug just as warmly.

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Thank you Bruce.” The Professor said and held his son tight. “I hope I can impart some of that knowledge onto you as well, teach you the things that the Doctor and the Master don’t know. You’d be surprised by how much they miss out on.” He chuckled. 

[magistermantis]

“The Doctor misses out on things? But he notices everything. He noticed me,” he said warmly, looking down at his ring. Then, remembering the truth about this universe, he quickly shook that thought from his head. He didn’t want to upset his father, after all. “What are some of the things they miss out on?” he asked curiously.

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“He misses out on loads!” The Professor laughed. “The Doctor is too busy putting his nose into trouble, and the Master is too busy scheming, do you think they have time to stop and see everything there is?”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

"I know who you are. I know what you've done," the Master gloated.

“You don’t know anything.” The Professor growled back. “The choices I’ve had to make. I know who you are too, you cannot fool me, and you don’t know a single thing about what I have done in order to be better than you.”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

americanparamedic:

“That’s what I meant, you fool. And each and every time he does, we bite his hand. We don’t deserve his goodness, because, as I said, we are not good!” He had to remind himself of this as he continued to clean the other’s eyes. “Precisely? Enough to kill if I so wanted. You should know that, you should remember the guards we killed at the gala where they were keeping the Beryllium chip.”

“I never inhabited that body you moron!” The Professor replied a tad bit annoyed, especially cause he could feel the venom clot and make his eyes gooey and red. The burn was starting to fade at least, 

“I never inhabited any but my own, and I am living breathing proof that we can be good!” Even in pain he tried to argue his case. “The Doctor’s help isn’t something we earned because we deserved it, it was given because he cares about us!”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Rough day?” [for more of my "good"!Master angst]

“Sure looks like it, need a snuggle?” The Professor offers and opens his arms wide for the other.

[magistermantis]

“I think I did something good today. I feel disgusted. And proud. And really, really confused.”  

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“That’s a lot of emotions to feel at once.” He said. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

[magistermantis]

“The beginning? Well, in the beginning we were born in the House of Oakdown and we made friends with the Deca and went to the Academy…”

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Too far, skip ahead to the beginning of this day, or rather, the beginning of when you did whatever you see as ‘good’.” The Professor rubbed his forehead, patient but not overly patient when it came to the Master’s cheek. 

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“Rough day?” [for more of my "good"!Master angst]

“Sure looks like it, need a snuggle?” The Professor offers and opens his arms wide for the other.

[magistermantis]

“I think I did something good today. I feel disgusted. And proud. And really, really confused.”  

[simplicity-of-knowledge]

“That’s a lot of emotions to feel at once.” He said. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”