#mr razor

[doctorwhoarchiveofrandomness]

"No, he is good Prime Minister. Yes. Best man for job. I would certainly back him."

[alexversenaberrie]

Tardis Advent Calendar: “No, Doctor. A Santa costume is not an everyday outfit.”

(Poor Santa.)

[misterrazorharoldsaxon-blog]

Landing on Earth, with a massive crash, his TARDIS was now out of action. This wasn’t good as with his face, people would know that he was The Master, Harold Saxon, the man who almost conquered and wiped out all of humanity. Last time he was here was when he was dying and his body was badly damaged by his ex, Lucy. 

“So many memories from this stupid planet.” Now wearing a disguise, within it, he called himself. Mr Razor. His clothes were all worn and which made people think that he was homeless. Keeping his head down, he had work to do. Not aware that The Doctor’s wife was also around Earth at this time. 

Using a decoy, he managed to hide his TARDIS, knowing full well that  The Doctor or any other  Time Lord would be able to find out that  he survived the events of that fateful day. Unaware of his future incarnation, Missy having already caused havoc around St Paul’s Cathedral. 

The Master, now Mr Razor, left his TARDIS behind, knowing where it would be, headed away in the direction of a massive park. London was huge and had everything. Remembering all of those times, recently that his oldest friend and enemy, The Doctor had defended this stupid place over and over. It was sentimental and pathetic, Saxon had no time for that. 

[actionfiguresfanart]

Bill & Razor’s (not so) Excellent Adventure

some illustrations for [[my fix-it fic of the dw s10 finale]]  (more closeups under readmore)

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[images: several photos of the dolls that are my approximations of Bill Potts (she has a long face with expressive mouth and eyebrows and her hair is in an afro, she’s dressed in black and grey clothes - #dystopianaesthetic) and Simm!Master disguised as Mister Razor, so he’s got long scraggly false hair/beard and a sorta bulky (ektual Rossian) jacket, fingerless gloves, floppy knit hat).

in some photos Bill is sitting in a wheelchair, drinking tea; Razor looks like he’s telling her something. he is leaning on a cane (which he didn’t have in the episode or in my fic, although he should’ve, because he was having trouble walking)  in another they are on their way somewhere and both look maybe worried about something; Razor has his laser screwdriver out.]

Bonus closeups:

[and-you-will-obey-me]

Can we give Mr Razor some love? All of his scenes were brilliantly played. I had suspicions from the beginning, which made his actions even more funny.

"Positive attitude will help with the horrors to come." "Mostly the tea"

"It was a clever lie! You saw right through it."

"He has been raising that eyebrow for half an hour" "Raising his eyebrow for half an hour? Why would I change the channel?"

"I have burgling skills" "I also have key to the room."

"Burgling mask! Just in case."

"You saw through my clever disguise."

"You're like a mother to me. Or an aunt."

Imagine how much fun the Master must have had.

[thedoctorisadhd]

Can we just agree that mr razor and bill drinking tea and watching the doctors eyebrows for days at a time is amazing

yes

[misterrazorharoldsaxon-blog]

[[ RP Starter ]] Leaving Gallifrey was an easy decision. For The Master was now able to go on and do what he was normally good at. Causing chaos, killing and having plenty of schemes. He had obtained a new TARDIS, received a cure for his old condition and a new suit. At the cost of not being allowed to return back home. Not that he cares, especially after what Rassilon and those who had tortured him, by giving him that horrendous drum beat in his head. Rassilon, the last time they saw each other, he had been forced to regenerate, due to The Master and his ongoing rage towards him. It felt good to make him pay, especially taking a way a regeneration from him. Now in his TARDIS, The Harold Saxon Master has a few ideas of where to go. He didn’t want the Doctor to know that he was still alive. Despite them apparently showing their differences, before disappearing with Gallifrey. Last he heard was that The Doctor was the one who had saved them from the Time War. He wasn’t surprised to be honest. It didn’t take long before he made a stupid mistake. Using a lever to increase the speed of the TARDIS, but he misjudged it and within a few minutes, it crashes. The dematerialisation circuit was burnt out. Now stuck where he was. Using his readings, discovered that he was on as ship. A ship that was near a black hole. “This isn’t good. No survivors, a black hole and now no way to get off of here.” The Master spoke too soon as he was alerted to some people’s presence. The atmosphere was dark and cold, feeling very bleak as he found it disturbing to be around. People. Humans, in fact. So, he had to come up with an idea. “My face? Stuck like Harold Saxon. If I show myself, chance is, that it could alert him and other things. I can’t risk.” The Master thought, before deciding on using his key skill. Being a Master of disguise. Mr Razor was born. Abandoning his TARDIS as Mr Razor, he looked homelessness with his worn down clothes, using a prosthetic mask to keep away his real look. Walking towards the lift, he noticed a few things. People were keeping away. He did wonder why before he was dragged away by some woman. “You’re new here aren’t you?” “Yes. My name is Razor” Responding to the revolting woman as she dragged him into the lift. Little did he know that this was the birthplace for the Cybermen. The Master changed his accent to make it sound... different. Keeping part of his northern accent, to make it sound official. Not aware that somebody else would crash here as well.

[misterrazorharoldsaxon-blog]

Things don’t change. I change but still love tea...