May 31, 2025
bro said ‘without hope’ and i started crashing out thinking there was gonna be a twelve reference 💔
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bro said ‘without hope’ and i started crashing out thinking there was gonna be a twelve reference 💔
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The Doctor is usually solemn and still around the Master, still trying to work out how best to make amends for all the pain he's caused. Now, however, he is warm and affectionate, just as he was as a silly, messy haired blonde back on Gallifrey. Prominent brows furrow over sharp blue eyes as he takes a seat next to his other half and leans against his shoulder. "Have I said lately how glad I am that you're here?"
“Noted,” the minx of a Time Lord purrs, as he props his chin delicately on the Doctor’s bony shoulder. “However, I think it’s high time you declared this to the cosmos. I will accept your claim if you take us to a highly populated human destination and shout those same words from the top of the TARDIS.”
❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞ (from Twelve)
Koschei tilts his head indulgently, and lofts an eyebrow, and purses his lips.
“Don’t be melodramatic, I hugged you yesterday.”
Nevertheless, he saunters over to his far taller slimmer lover and wraps his arms around him. Small though the Master is, he is compact and he is powerful, and he lifts the Doctor straight off his feet with a growl, taking care to shove the bristles of his goatee into his neck.
In a friggen explosive Discord rp with @mostincrediblechange‘s Twelve muse I wrote this and klsjdhflkjhsdfg:
‘You weren't enough for me to stay.’
You weren’t enough.
It's not exactly that simple, in context. It's a pageant of mutual misunderstandings and resentments, which the Doctor may have started, but certainly didn't prolong, or finish. It's a matter of the Doctor's own shortcomings, Theta just outright SAID so. But nothing after those words reaches the Master's ears.
He steps back two broad paces, flinching, like he's been struck. "This is never gonna work." His paces backward grow all the faster. "This is never gonna work, because I'll ALWAYS be trying to outrun the fear that my whole EXISTENCE is a SUPPLEMENT to YOURS. I'm NOT a childish fool, but I AM around YOU. I make an ASS of myself, around YOU! I lose all sight of my DIGNITY! Because I'm still that little kid you BEWITCHED like some sort of . . . . mythic Eternal Youth, I'm still that unwanted, unloved puppet of a boy standing RIGHT in front of you, screaming LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!" Those last three syllables he roars with the full force of his diaphragm, face twisting and reddening. It unwinds again, though, and it's a scared kid's face all over again. His eyes are full to the brim with tears. His next words are a whisper. "I should leave. I should keep being the version of me who shows you what you shouldn't, can't, get away with. The version you most wish would disappear, so you could sleep at night." But he doesn't budge. "I shouldn't wanna be the one who makes you feel better." Like she did. But I am.
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@itsjustkind
“ . . . . I don’t want to be the reason why you feel you’re not a good man.”
The Master perches quietly, unassumingly, effacing himself, an act which is anathema to his identity. He nudges the Doctor, and takes his hand, one twining finger at a time. The beast, subdued, out of love.
“If it ever came down to your earth, to any planet under your care, versus me, choose what will make you feel happy with yourself, happy with living. Love, I understand. I know you. I know you best of all things that ever were or shall be.”
@itsjustkind
“Take off that magician’s tux straightaway. And open the parcel on the bed.”
Never has the Master looked so benevolently smug. Never.
He’s standing in the doorway, wearing an implausible shirt indeed, a simple white with red print, in a blunt Century Gothic sans font, which reads,
I am Koschei.
Within the parcel is another white tee, which reads, in blue,
If lost, return to
and in red again
Koschei.
"I'd love for us to spend some...koala-ty time together, Koschei." If quality time may include the Doctor running from Koschei's wrath, he's fairly sure they'll get some any moment now.
Remind the Master that he looks like a koala.
“Why must you perpetually tempt me to homicide?”