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[we-want-mister-master]

Meanwhile, aboard the Valiant  ...

[the-master-of-darkness]

Ruminations On A Theme [Koschei’s Lament]

I miss him. Well, I miss us. We could have had it all. Why do I even have these thoughts now? It's too late, so very late. The hour is late, Mr Oakdown, yes, is it then? Oh I didn't realize ..shut up! Shut it. Just .. mm. I miss us. I miss Gallifrey, when I didn't hate it. I loved him, when I didn't hate him. Thete, you have gone through some changes of late, my dear. I was supposed to be a Magister, a good paying position, respectable, and the looks and drawls from the plebes in the Councils and Panels would have meant nothing, eventually, I guess, well .. we knew that they knew, but we did not care. We did not understand we had to care. Not till the rebellion suddenly detonated and we lost everything we ever dared to fantasize of having, in one horrific week. You ran, I ran. Well, we had to, didn't we. So many mistakes. I know you never stopped caring. The problem is that I have. I - well I want to stop. The lady Me was the weakest of us, drooling and smart mouthing her way across the aching tendrils of your sore hearts. I'm not pretty anymore, like Harry. I'm not a monster, like I became. I'm not a soft bodied female, hungry for you in the night all over again and in such sweet new ways .. I'm dark, and shadowed, handsome enough I suppose but crippled by that old anger again. We were close, when the Cybermen needed to be battled back and I stood there, didn't I? I stood there and I fought, I did, right at your side. The tension  between you and I (and her and you and I or am I her and he - ) burning, making the battle seem mundane. You son of a bitch. Or is it just bitch now? Why does love always feel like torture?

[st-jude-blog]

‘Don’t mourn what is gone Greet the dawn And i will be standing by your side Together will face the turning tide’

[hereiamthebluejay]

The Master was The doctors man crush ™ I AM DONE. THATS IT IM DEAD! MY SHIP IS NOW SAILING ONCE MORE!

[thcmaster-blog]

I wrote 663 words of Thoschei to make me sad

The skies of Gallifrey had to be one of Theta’s favourite things about home. From a distance, he could look out at the trees in the evening and feel as though he was watching a forest fire with the potential to destroy everything in its wake, as the light reflected in all directions from the silver leaves. From beneath the trees once night had fully arrived, Theta could make out the edges of branches through the coppery shine of the moons. He often felt as though he could live out the rest of his regeneration there, his next one maybe preferring to adventure. This time round, though, he was perfectly content laying under the trees and making out the patterns of branches.

“It’s awfully human, isn’t it?” Theta didn’t move as a voice interrupted his thoughts. He had been idly running his thumb across the palm of Koschei’s hand for what could have easily been hours at this point. Koschei didn’t mind, and lay silently on the grass alongside him, his thoughts elsewhere along with Theta’s.

“It’s pleasant,” was the response that this question elicited from Theta, who smiled to himself as he thought of how much the calmness of the situation must be bothering his friend. Koschei was not one for calm. Theta had no doubts that he would much rather they were chasing each other up and down hills, screaming loudly regardless of the time. “Although I’m sure you’d rather we were causing chaos.” Theta spoke with a slight smirk on his face, knowing that what he said was right. It was one of the most intriguing things about Koschei: his attraction to chaos.

Koschei could not argue with this point as they both knew him too well. Instead, he smirked too, and sat himself up so that he could look down at Theta. He bought Theta’s hand into his lap and held it there, using the repositioning as an attempt to get more of Theta’s attention. “Wouldn’t you rather we were up there? Why lay down here, looking up and saying,” he gestured to a single star at this point “’look! There’s Sirius!’? We could be up there. We could visit every single star and name them all individually. Hell, we could give them name tags if we wanted to. Me and you, Thete. We could travel the galaxy star-by-star.” Koschei had a sparkle in his eye now as he spoke more passionately than Theta had seen him in a long time. Theta couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his mouth as he watched Koschei staring up at the stars in awe.

“You don’t think we could do it, do you?” Koschei sounded almost offended, looking down at the other Time Lord in shock. Theta was usually the believer, and Koschei felt like he was quickly falling through the air, approaching the sharp rocks beneath as it seemed like the biggest dreamer he knew didn’t believe in him. Theta stopped laughing rather quickly, but the smile didn’t leave his face as he drew breath.

“Of course we could do it,” Theta gave Koschei’s hand a tight squeeze with that sentence in an attempt to emphasise his belief. “But I’m certain no experience up in the stars and no view from up there could ever beat where we are now.” Theta sealed his sentence by kissing Koschei’s hand lovingly, as Koschei turned back to look at the stars, laying down on the grass again now. After spending a few minutes watching the stars alongside him, Theta looked over at the man next to him. Although his eyes looked intensely at the distant stars, Theta knew that his mind was much closer to them.

It was there, watching Koschei dream of a different future, that Theta made up his mind. Far beyond the skies of Gallifrey, Koschei was definitely Theta’s favourite thing about home, and maybe that would mean he could take home with him when they went to visit the stars.

[manusablacj-blog]

Shippingname

Guys I need help. I never found anything in the web, so I ask you.

Is there a shippingname for Master (John Simm’s) x Ten? When not, we really need one. Here are a few Ideas:

Masten Tenma Tenter Taster  or Men

[we-want-mister-master]

Looking for timecock rp

//Very long time master writer ( 2009 ) seeking Doctors (10,11,12,13) for literate, intense and possibly extreme rp. 

Subby Master. 

But you have to get him there  :) 

NO limits.

[we-want-mister-master]

Open Starter:

When the Master de-ages the Doctor, it’s usually a bad affair to begin with. 

The shriveled gnome that he’s been forced into being is not in good health, but Harry doesn’t seem to understand it. 

So when he is brought back out of that, and to his beautiful self ... Harry smiles. The Doctor won’t ever die, any more than the Master will ever die again, somehow, in his mind, they’ve become essentially immortals. And aboard the Valiant, they’re going to make a go, someday soon, Ten will come around to the Master’s reasoning and everything will be alright. It isn’t as if the love isn’t still there, seething under horror and rage. “Call me Harry.”, he demands, a striking departure from "Call Me Master”. Harry has needs. More, he has wants. And nothing is higher on those lists than this man right here.  “You’re still pouting.”