#c; master

[13thx]

@braveheartoswald​ cont. from here

“Alright. You either move, or die. Which one do you prefer? And-” He had a blaster trained on her. “Be thankful I’m giving you the choice.”

[13thxarchived]

@rainbcwhearts​ cont. from here

Oh, that was funny. The way she stopped; taken ABACK by his comment, only to ask him to repeat himself, as though she hadn’t heard him right the first time. With a small grin, he licked his lips, leaning forward. “I said, Doctor, you’re hot when you’re angry. Your hair does this thing, really, it’s remarkable. And those eyes. Absolutely gorgeous.”

[burnedpower]

@rainbcwhearts​ asked: “Yes, master.” ((for the master. i couldn't resist oops))

meme || accepting!

“finally.” he jolted forward, eyes firmly on hers. oh, there were a lot of possibilities running through her mind. but the first thing that he needed to do was ENSURE she was fully under his control. and for that? “kneel for me.” the words dripped out of his mouth. a venom in every syllable. “now.”

[parallelord]

@fatedcore (starter)

         This kind of almost-unconsciousness isn’t painful, per se.  It’s very much like before his birth, though it’s impossible to say how much of that was ‘him’ until he formed real consciousness.  Perhaps it’s rather like what he imagined resting at the bottom of the sea is like; he has no real thoughts, just a dull feeling of being that nothing can really reach.  There’s no joy here, but no sorrow either.  His lungs are full of water and he feels no urge to breathe.

           The pulsing feeling passes through him when it first appears, but soon it’s probing inside him, trying to pull him towards something with repeated desperation.  If he was really in any full form, perhaps he’d be irritated, but as this existence is, he has no way to resist it for long, and it does eventually catch him.

           It’s an incredibly bright light that Cu finds himself in, and he feels the need to blink a few times before he can see the summoning room he’s standing in.  His tail scratches the tiles behind him, making the most irritating noise.  The air here is stale, and once the ritual’s flashy lights fade, it’s dark.

         “Berserker, Cu Chulainn,” he speaks slowly, before allowing his spear to form in his hand.  “Why did you call me here, Master of Chaldea?”  Was this some attempt at gloating?

[abovethcstars]

/ Like this for a starter from The Master!

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@heymissysofine continued from here

And he didn’t get a slap. Instead, he got what he wanted; what it felt like to kiss himself (herself?) - even if Missy had been surprised. He rested his hand on her shoulder, as he moved back, a small smile playing on his lips. This will be fun.

“So, you recognise me. Good. You should.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side, as he just looked at her. Oh boy, did he miss this face. “You have one guess. Make it a good one.”

[13thx]

@braveheartoswald​ wanted the master!

She didn’t look like a Time Lord - no, no, they were all dead, and currently getting moved to the basement by Ood. So why was she on Gallifrey? He lowered the gun, somewhat - not entirely, no, he wouldn’t do that. But it did take him a moment to -- recollect. Familiar. Something about her was familiar. Where did he know her from?

“What are YOU doing here? You’re not a Time Lord.”

[13thx]

@whomuses​ cont. from here

“Oh, I feel so welcome. It’s almost like you’re saving a space for me at Christmas dinner. So warm, and nice, and welcoming...” He let the last word drag for a second, before he clicked his tongue, and stepped forward, just a tiny bit, “Alright, alright, a bit of context would be nice. What’s got you all worked up?”