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if you were a deity what would you be the god of?

creation and light

you’re youthful and vivacious. your followers often have an aura of freedom and positivity surrounding them. you give them the fire to illuminate the dark and free themselves. even the thought of you is a great source of inspiration and courage.

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I lied to you, because I liked it. I could pretend. Just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive underneath a burnt orange sky. I'm not just a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords.

The Tenth Doctor in GRIDLOCK

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everyone always acts so aghast about the whole “the doctor kidnapped his first companions!” thing which yeah obviously terrifying from ian and barbara’s pov but you really gotta look at it from the angle of “guy who just ran away from home comes across someone breaking into his car and in a panic locks the doors hits the gas and now they’re all very very lost” and then it becomes hysterical

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“No, I’m not-“ The words start to spill out too quick, panic and again that sharp desperation borne of loneliness rising quick and dangerous in his throat. He stops. Forces himself to take a deep breath. To choose. Carefully. Every word, every thought.

“Please… don’t-… misunderstand me. You’ve… been through things. Experienced things I haven’t. And I’m still a bit… raw. From the last time I saw you.” His dark brown eyes searched The Master’s, holding his gaze intently. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this. That I don’t want you.”

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Say it.

Find the words.

You have to say it now, or he’s never going to understand.

“I don’t want to get this wrong again. Cut you into pieces that are shaped like something I’m used to loving. Make you anything less than you are.” It comes out on a choked whisper. He can’t open his eyes. But he forces himself to continue. “I have never… loved anyone like I love you. But I have loved you badly, Koschei, from the beginning, and I can’t-… hurt you again. You died. You died to get away from me. I don’t want loving me to feel like a prison. What kind of life is that for you?”

He opened his eyes again, and was surprised to find his throat was tight with unshed tears.

He has been too lonely for far too long.

I would have kept you on a leash just to feel you near me. You knew well enough to stay the fuck away. There is something terribly wrong with my love. Oh but I need you. I need you. And I don’t know how to hold you without breaking something. Squeezing too tight…

“… you have to help me,” he begged. “Not to crush you. I don’t want these… titanic battles anymore. I don’t want to win, if it means losing you. You have to help me love you better, as you are, the way you deserve, because I don’t want to look across the console one day and find I’m standing there with just another companion. Just the shell of you. I-… know… it’s going to be an adjustment. But I need all of you. No matter how much it stings my ego. Because I need to change. And you have to help me.”

(Touch Meme) He runs his fingers almost absently through Koschei’s hair, his attention elsewhere, chewing on one end of his sonic screwdriver as his thoughts whirl and drift. It’s a slow, rhythmic movement, fingertips ghosting along his scalp, the base of his wrist never quite disconnecting from the back of the other’s head… as if The Master will disappear if he loses contact even for an instant…

He might.

"Mm."

Who's to say Time Lords think, even exist, in a linear composition of time and space? Maybe moments of perfect contentment are tantamount to existing in an eternal right-here-and-now, out of which one can only be jarred by slipping out of the bliss-statein which Koschei now delights.

It has been long months, but the Doctor will once again feel the delirious joy of a rhythmically thrumming mind., gently throbbing against the walls of his own. It's the Master purring; it's rare, for it's entirely guileless.

"Stay, this time....I'm viciously clever...I'll find ways to keep up....bring you novelty....let you believe you're always right...choose me..?"

He draws back, eyes closed, lips searching in perfect faith for his complementary being.

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The movement stops, Theta’s hand suspended, tangled in the thick dark mass of The Master’s curls. Holding him. Frozen in surprise as the plea breaks through his thoughts, forcing him to surface.

What?

The question, the knee-jerk withdrawal- pull away. Pull away, Doctor, before you are anchored in place- almost rises on his tongue, but he forces himself to still.

“Koschei…”

His fingers slide down the other timelord’s jaw, cupping his face. It’s hard. Painful. But he forces his fractured, mutilated mind to reach out, gently brushing against his other half.

Contact. Language is difficult after so many centuries of silence, but the sensation is there. Need. Hesitant and desperate in equal measure.

They’ve fought for so long. But it always comes back to this. Even when The Doctor walks away. Even when The Master decides he’d rather be dead than-… whatever they are. Enemies. Lovers. Always best friends.

What if you get sick of playing with me?

What if I’ve grown too old, too cruel, to love you the way you deserve?

What if I lose you again? Ruin you again?

What if all we can do anymore is hurt one another?

He presses their foreheads together, their most familiar embrace.

‘I don’t… want… anyone but you…’

(Touch Meme) He runs his fingers almost absently through Koschei’s hair, his attention elsewhere, chewing on one end of his sonic screwdriver as his thoughts whirl and drift. It’s a slow, rhythmic movement, fingertips ghosting along his scalp, the base of his wrist never quite disconnecting from the back of the other’s head… as if The Master will disappear if he loses contact even for an instant…

He might.

"Mm."

Who's to say Time Lords think, even exist, in a linear composition of time and space? Maybe moments of perfect contentment are tantamount to existing in an eternal right-here-and-now, out of which one can only be jarred by slipping out of the bliss-statein which Koschei now delights.

It has been long months, but the Doctor will once again feel the delirious joy of a rhythmically thrumming mind., gently throbbing against the walls of his own. It's the Master purring; it's rare, for it's entirely guileless.

"Stay, this time....I'm viciously clever...I'll find ways to keep up....bring you novelty....let you believe you're always right...choose me..?"

He draws back, eyes closed, lips searching in perfect faith for his complementary being.

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ooc: Out for the day, but planning to be on @tempusxrosa (Rose Tyler) and @incangencence (Doctor Who OC) when I get home…

Muse for The Doctor has been appallingly low, but I swear I still exist gang!

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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My favorite part of doctor who ever is when the doctor does their whole “I refuse to kill this villain/monster because of merciful moral reasons” bit and then immediately follows it with “so instead I will trap them alone in a barren hell dimension for all eternity”. It’s like that’s worse, though. do you get why that’s worse.

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The Master comes back and infiltrates the Tardis under the guise of a new companion. The Doctor knows it's them and knows they are plotting something, but doesn't say anything because going on adventures with them is the most time they have spent with their friend in a long time.

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ooc: I’m alive! I’m just over on my side blog @incangencence … I’d love for you all to come meet The Master’s companion, Gene! Promise she only bites when asked… unless you’re The Doctor…

She’s got tons of open roleplays and ask memes that are always available for play… Come and play!

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Dead serious when I say you’re just not going to find a better portrayal of the Remedy gang. I’ve been writing with Amy for YEARS now, and she is 100% the reason I started playing CONTROL and Alan Wake.

Go follow ASAP!!!

ooc; I may have been left unsupervised and made a multi-muse blog attached to this one...

It's still very much under construction, but...

If you like...

Alan Wake

Jesse Faden

Doctor Casper Darling

Mr Scratch

Barry Wheeler

From various Remedy Games, come check me out on @remedialmuses !

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....I need to see if I can still log in to my Koschei blog, I miss them a little lol

ooc: Just know that I will be sitting here staring wistfully at my screen like 🥺🥺🥺 until that moment…

No pressure…

But…

🥺🥺🥺

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incorrect Thoschei quotes 142 / ?

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“What did it feel like, though? Two almighty civilizations, burning.”

“You must have felt like God.”

Another drawing of my comfort character who has never felt comfort in his life lol

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one liner starter call

The one thing I need to do my work this week… has not been delivered yet so uhh… come play with me?

Most of my focus is still over on my Doctor Who OC at @incangencence (FINALLY got her Gotham verse written out in the most basic terms), but with the wicked must come the sweet, so I’ll try to give The Doctor some more love too 😂