#livedtoolong

[thegirlnamedafterasong]

I've been having feelings lately that I don't want to be here anymore. But I know that would be taking the easy way out. How do you cope with such a long life?

[sclfmastery]

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Mana puts me through genuinely some of the most excruciating writing I’ve endured, and I don’t mean as in “bad,” I mean as in every syllable she puts forth, and every piercing bit of psychological analysis she has committed to grasping the characters at hand, is exquisite.  None of this is hyperbole, like you can tell she has committed decades to this fandom and these characters with a nature as loving as if they were real.  Sometimes her prose is so intense that I have to take a step back from it for an evening, because it’s that exactingly accurate and emotionally evocative.  Her Ten in particular explores convincingly and devastatingly what would happen to the Doctor if he were to give in to his Time Lord Victorious persona, which is infinitely more terrifying than just another “Dark Ten” would be.  As a person, Mana is compassionate to a fault.  @livedtoolong

[sclfmastery]

Plays idly with the Master's hair.

Koschei leans into Theta’s touch while draped acrosshis lap with the lordly and assured possessiveness of a cat: mingled with the twisty dexterity of a ferret. Hiseyes wander the TARDIS ceiling as he rests his bristlyshort-haired head in the crook of the Doctor’s neck.         “When’s the next time you an’ me are gonna have a go, eh?         I mean the big leagues stuff, huge combat, whole planets         and fabrics of reality at  stake sort of thing? Are we retired,         old mate?”He turns to nip the Doctor’s jugular, then softly kiss it, onefoot jiggling with restless energy.  Boredom is a bane tothem both. 

[sclfmastery]

One of the Best Masters I've ever seen in the what? 4 years or so I've been rping on tumblr.

//SOBS that means a lot since you also play a Master AHHHH. <333 

[flirtfromspace]

The Doctor was walking around Cardiff holding out some kind of tracking device with one hand and occasionally blowing on a dog whistle with the other. "Dammit all, Mr. Wiggums! Where did you go?"

ack had only just managed to re-build the tower and with no team to run it, he had been using it as a glorified apartment. Stepping out of the showers with just a towel around his waist he wandered off toward the computer monitors Tosh would have sat behind, had she been there. Tosh was going to be difficult to replace.... 

The monitors were tapped into CCTV footage all over the city. With Jack as the last remaining member of Torchwood he had to watch the whole city. Why he had decided to come back after everything that had happened, even he wasn’t sure. Just as he was about to sit down, a familiar figure strolled across a screen. Following it with an intent stare Jack watched The Doctor move around Cardiff, not far from him. Confusion, rage, sadness, elation; all these emotions passed through him. Jumping up he bolted into his office, changing as fast as he could before sailing out the door and toward the Doctor. 

When he found him Jack knew there would be no way of sneaking up on him. He felt wrong according to the Doctor. He would feel him coming. When he did get into earshot he could hear some of what the Doctor was muttering. 

“I didn’t know you had a Dog.” Jack remarked from a few feet down an alley. 

[sclfmastery]

The Doctor looked down at the readings of his signal reader. It was supposed to ding when there was stuff he should look to. He smacked it. "Oi! That doesn't make sense. Make sense! Don't you bing at me. I didn't even put a bing sound effect in you! Why are you binging?" he used his sonic screwdriver to look at the settings. It binged again. "Stoppit!" He looked around. "Oh, brilliant. Now it's going to rain," he sighed and stepped into the bar muttering as he went to a booth and sat down.

 Seeing the Doctor after hijacking his TARDIS coordinatesand flying two hours ahead of the wiry Time Lord’s ETA, sitting on a bar stool facing out the door, is to the Masterlike sinking his teeth into a juicy steak after a week of fasting.His features are viciously giddy as he straightens on his stool.          “It’s binging because youuuuu’ve goooot companyyyyyy,”           he trills, at home with and ready to adopt all of the Doctor’s           idiosyncratically slangy tech terms.  These two, for all their           attempts to annihilate each other, could easily finish each            other’s sentences.  “ ‘Allo, luv.”  

[callfromthevoid]

Sips his tea, appreciating the flavour. Beside him in a field of golden energy floats one of his double's hearts, beating merrily. He leans over and whispers near it, "Some choices are harder to live with, aren't they, pet?"

“I’m doing perfectly well without that old rotten thing.” He doesn’t bother acting surprised as he turns around. Rage jolts deep within his ribs at the mere sight of him. That son of a hundred bitches.

“Is it my permission you want?” he stresses the word with a mocking tone, turning back to keep typing on the console. Playing with fire is a habit no one has ever shaken off. “Very well. Keep it.”

[themasterinthetardis]

Death's Champion tilted his head. "Hello, Koschei."

This time around the Master jumped, genuinely startled by the sudden, yet familiar, voice.

“I haven’t had the pleasure of a visit from you in some time…. how have you been?” the Time Lord asked in a warm tone to make up for his initial reaction. He did wonder if the other popped up unexpectedly like this for the reactions alone. It must have been quite fun to startle people like that. If he were in the other’s shoes he would likely do the same. You had to get your kicks where you could in certain lines of work.