The Never Ending Drums

"Something much more entertaining than you would ever find on your disgusting little planet," the Master purred, practically petting the device in his hand, "and with it, we're going to create such lovely chaos."

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What's that you said about the supernatural fandom having a gif for everything?

bonus:

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Tony, you're alone in a dark room. You can't see anything, but you can hear something dripping slowly. Something's running down your chest, but you can't reach up to see what it is. But from the amount of pain you're in, it's blood - most likely your own. You try walking forward, slowly, and your foot hits something cold and metal. You bend down slowly to pick the object up, and hold it close to see it through the darkness. Your arc reactor. But if that's in your hand, then (continued...)

(2/2) what’s in the hole in your chest? Do you reach up to find out, Tony? Or are you too afraid?

Darkness is something Tony’s intimately familiar with, and yet it never stops being terrifying, if only because Tony /knows/ there is supposed to be a glow here - glow everywhere.But there isn’t a glow…and his chest is on fire, blood slowly dripping down his chest and tapping on the floor beneath him. He swallows hard, but forces himself to walk forward, wondering if he’s walking towards his own death, but walks all the same.Eventually, foots knocks against something with the cold chill of metal, and he picks it up, bringing it up, trying to see it. The faintest outline drives terror into his chest, stealing his breath. His arc reactor. Which means…that something else is currently filling up the whole in his chest.But he doesn’t know what, and he doesn’t know if he’s man enough to try and find out.

The Master’s smirk deepened as he listened to Tony rage, fondness growing in his hearts as Tony slowly calmed down enough to realize that the only way to succeed in this was to do what he was told. He had always admired his pet’s adaptive tenacity.

"The trials will be presented to you as you undertake them," the nondescript voice intoned, "you will start by going back," a door opened on the other side of the room, "only when you are able to move forward will you succeed in the first trial. Fail, and you will die."

"Great. Wonderful way to make me want to do this." he grumbled, before heading across the room to go through the door. If this is the only way to get back to Koschei, then he’ll do it.

Afghanistan didn’t kill him. The jealous overlord on Khan-kii 34B didn’t kill him (boy he’d tried though). Koschei hasn’t killed him yet (And the right belongs to him, after all.).

This won’t kill him either.

The door before Tony swings open of it's own accord and leads the human genius into a room looming with shadows and the soft sway of a misleading breeze. Taller-than-life hedges fill the room, the tops of them disappearing up into the dark above. Leaves and branches flick out along the front of the maze entrance, teasing touches along Tony's feet, legs, and thighs as if to entice him closer.

An aged metal gate hangs open, creaking in the breeze, the only visible entrance to the maze and it's clear this is where Tony is meant to go.

Tony walked up behind him, and dug his teeth into Koschei's shoulder, growling.

The Master didn’t even flinch when he felt Tony’s teeth in his shoulder, a slow smirk crossing his face as he kept doing his work, “bored, pet?”

Still he continued to work, that familiar smirk frozen in place on his face, “maybe you should fuck yourself through the mattress while the big boys play with explosives.”

"C’mon, we can blow stuff up after orgasms.”

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Spinning around, the Master wrapped an arm around Tony's waist, hoisting him up and around to sit him on the work table, teeth bared in a playful growl, "you're such a needy pest, aren't you?"

what the fuck is “i am honestly feeling so attacked right now” and where the fuck did it come from what the fuck did i miss

Oi, there’s not need to be a daft rude little twat.

Haven’t you heard? I’m nothing but rude now.

It’s actually quite honestly adorable.

Your attempt to belittle me are what’s adorable, here.

Don't flatter yourself. If I wanted you belittled, it would have happened already.

Tony walked up behind him, and dug his teeth into Koschei's shoulder, growling.

The Master didn’t even flinch when he felt Tony’s teeth in his shoulder, a slow smirk crossing his face as he kept doing his work, “bored, pet?”

"Come fuck me through the mattress." He grumbled, moving his mouth to bite in a different spot.

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Still he continued to work, that familiar smirk frozen in place on his face, "maybe you should fuck yourself through the mattress while the big boys play with explosives."

#darklystark

a.k.a. how the fuck did you all get here oh my gosh

like really what are you all even doing here

hey so i’ve totally been meaning to do a giveaway for a while now but at every milstone i’ve just…

you know.

forgotten

annnnyway i figure since this is a pretty big...

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#the only good part of this movie #also exactly what I would wish for too #kudos to you sir #I REALLY LOVE BSB OKAY

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That awkward moment when you argue with your characters.

Tony walked up behind him, and dug his teeth into Koschei's shoulder, growling.

The Master didn't even flinch when he felt Tony's teeth in his shoulder, a slow smirk crossing his face as he kept doing his work, "bored, pet?"

#darklystark #darkly-stark #the sound of asks

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Bite me!

No, seriously. Bite the character somewhere (anywhere). See what happens.

Oi, there’s not need to be a daft rude little twat.

Haven’t you heard? I’m nothing but rude now.

It's actually quite honestly adorable.

Name: Don’t you start - Why not?

Age: No - Aww,

Gender: What - It’s some normative ape cultural waste of time.

Big/little spoon: Both - Regardless of how ridiculously long your limbs are, you will be the little spoon.

Favorite movie: Nothing you like. - Try me.

Favorite tv show: Cooking. - Naturally, something dull and uninspired.

Favorite music genre: um - We both know you prefer the sound of your own voice.

Can we talk about mundane things: Maybe - Mundane is probably the only safe discussion we can have between the two of us.

Is it okay if I fall asleep: Provided you aren’t doing anything else - Because I routinely attempt to destroy the universe while in the midst of REM.

Are kisses allowed: maybe - there’s no maybe about it, Doctor.

Are pants required: yes - Take away all my fun, why don’t you?

When are you available for cuddles: time machine - Meet me in the twenty-seventh century. You know where.

My place or yours: Mine because I don’t trust you - That truly hurts, Doctor.

Can we cuddle in bed or couch only: I don’t care. - Both, then.

Will you play with my hair: What hair. - I have a near full head of hair, you daft twat.

Can we have a snack before: Yes. - You may have a snack. I don’t partake of sustenance unless required.

Are pet-names allowed: No. - You truly are determined to take away all my fun, aren’t you, pet?

Your hair is barely long enough t’ get a fistful.

You don’t need a fistful to play with it, fool.

Your hair’s actually quite pathetic this time around. Did I take the last of the hair genes floating about in the artron?