#dark!eight

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: EightRoberts Additional Tags: Roleswap, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Good Master (Doctor Who), Evil Doctor (Doctor Who), Drabble Wordcount: 100 Summary:

The Doctor lights his stolen body with manic energy.

Prompt:

"Swap au eightroberts"

The Doctor lights his stolen body with manic energy.

"It won't last," he says to the Master. "I'll burn the brains right out if I have to and leap into Grace instead. She's very fond of me." He brushes his lips against the Master's ear, softens his voice. "Or… what's the boy's name?"

"You have me," the Master snaps, too obvious in his affection, and the Doctor will use it to break him.

"Then cooperate," the Doctor says. "You have so much life to spare." He kisses the Master, and it's exhausting to resist the gravity well of his insistence.

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[sacha-da-1]

Me taking the dark version of the Doctor from Caerdroia and putting him with the Master:

Now kiss

[sacha-da-1]

Yeah gonna be thinking about that dark!Doctor scene in Caerdroia for awhile. Perfect. Love seeing him like that honestly.

[theyfitperfectly-blog]

Dark!Eight | Codename: Momus

Momus or Momos (μῶμος) was in Greek mythology the personification of satire, mockery, censure; a god of writers and poets; a spirit of evil-spirited blame and unfair criticism. His name is related to μομφή, meaning 'blame' or 'censure'. He is depicted in classical art as lifting a mask from his face.

Name: The Doctor [ Eighth incarnation ] Age: About 1,400 [ AU parallel with Dark Eyes ]

Occupation: Mercenary, assassin Companion: Ceris Beyblade [ Nemesis ]

Weapons: Knives, bare hands, teeth, a few gadgets Hobbies: Reading poetry, practising Venusian aikido

Personality: Abrupt, rude and critical manner. Shows a sense of humour with people he is close with, though this can be dark.