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im trying this new thing called only writing and not posting ooc so if u want to send memes u should do that <3

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there is something uniquely terrifying about the reduction of kate stewart to an overreaching middle manager who wields her position of authority like a weapon in an effort to maintain an axis of control that matters exactly zero percent

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ok now that i've actually seen it my every opinion is vindicated

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my portrayal of the master has a very love/hate relationship with gallifrey/the time lords, owing mostly to the way canon saxon is written. i describe this often in terms of abusive parent/child rhetoric. he pretty consistently chases their approval despite his awareness that they despise him (and, eventually, that they Did All That To Him) - many of my masters will often waffle between extreme nationalistic pride and slagging off the rassilon regime, sometimes in the same sentence.

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to-do:

starters for daphne and rose

replies for nerdy, stardancer

asks for dorothea and rose

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" DO YOU KNOW what a time lord is, miss song? " the master offered no such kindness in return: his words were couched in blatant condescension, as often happened when they came upon one another across time. " he is a scholar. one who has devoted centuries to his higher education, so yes - i rather think i've earned that title and any other i wish to inherit. "

he cut his narrow gaze toward her, sharp and unyielding. there were others, of late: he was executioner, adjudicator, war-room general, a set of hats he wore in pursuit of an end, a resolution to all this that would suit him ... and in that most core way, he would always be master.

" think yourself better than me at your significant peril, my dear. "

@ob4yme gets a starter !

"It's lovely to see you again, Professor." Professor Song's tone drips with sickly sweet niceties. While she took satisfaction in the fact that he hadn't gotten away with the creature aboard the Utorpy, she's still upset about her expedition team's deaths. Her nose crinkles. "You know, most of us earn the title 'Professor'," she chides.

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Missy in simm!masters suit

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Rupert and his Sith Lord esque villain coat

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the very basics of this blog's incarnations:

the war master, played by antho.ny head, tagged #one. mainly looks at the life and times of henry yana, the "professor" at the end of the universe. earth fobwatch au available upon request! (secondarily interested in how the master approaches his work as a weapon for the very people who have been so consistently cruel to him all his life. themes of familial abuse.)

the saxon master, played by mi.chael sheen, tagged #two. fairly canon-compliant, save for where he took a different wife. (in general he behaves more calculatingly, as one might expect of a man leveraging his political position in the interest of world domination. his trauma from the time war manifests in other ways. not to worry, though: he's still quite camp when it suits him.)

gom.ez!master, tagged #three., who still calls herself the master, thank you very much. quite preoccupied with the disgustingly messy business of growing a conscience. contrary to most of the canon literature, she's not doing it in the interest of repairing a friendship, but because she has absolutely no other choice. what to fill the mind with when it is quiet for the first time in centuries?

dha.wan!master, tagged #four., whose age-old deal with death is again coming home to roost. more here.

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Anthony Head in Upgraded (2024)

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HE WASN'T DRESSED FOR THIS WHATSOEVER. his boots sank into the marsh such that he struggled to sidestep the dead, and how unbecoming that was, how absurd for a man of his station - a man who was not late by any means, despite his associate's claims.

late. he was never late. the master worked on his own precise schedule, and he had other things to see to than this. [ the engineering of a bio-weapon beyond compare was no easy business. trivial of course for one of his talents, but demanding, and to keep it from this strange bedfellow of his when she could foresee - to lie to one to whom time herself could not - was a particular challenge. ]

" do get up, dear, " he said, and tucked his gloves into his trousers, looking for all the world like he were anywhere but a battlefield. " we'll need to be quick. can you run in that? well. we shall find out soon enough. "

at a distance she is little more than a red blot on a gray, muddy landscape. a once-and-future battlefield, as all the battlefields are now, littered with bodies just dead and bodies that will be so soon. kria of karn was curled into a low crouch, forehead resting against her knees and her face hidden. her low chanting couldn't be heard until one was near to her, her fingers sunk into the marshy earth for balance and for something to touch that was solid. at the sound of footsteps, she broke off. somewhere, one of the fallen twitched.

❝ you're late. ❞ it wasn't an accusation. she hadn't expected them to be early. kria rubs her muddy thumb and forefinger together, her gaze on the horizon. ❝ it will start again soon. we should have ample opportunity, then. ❞

✧.* @ob4yme, from kria of karn.

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"she doesn't fancy him" IDGAF WHAT YOU SAY. THEY ARE BEYOND LABELLING OR RECKONING. THEY HAVE BEEN CHASING EACH OTHER ACROSS THE COSMOS SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL. THE MASTER LOOKS AT PEOPLE THROUGH THE LENS OF CONSUMPTION AND SHE WANTS TO EAT THAT MOTHERFUCKER UP UNTIL WHAT'S LEFT IS HERS ENTIRE.

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Rough Twissy sketch 🤍

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LUNA UNIVERSITY. as learning institutions went it was decidedly average - no time lord academy, was it, though the master didn't hold nearly as much sentiment for a place like that as some people, despite her academic excellence. no: if the academy was a cruel and rigorous programme, then this was a weekend remedial health course, full to the brim of idiots to maim and con and kill. [ surely it would regain its lustre one of these times, and if it didn't, there was still use in it. if one wanted people who'd die for the doctor, the currently matriculated @fracturedechoes was as cut-and-dried an example as there ever was. ]

the master didn't teach. she wasn't any good at it, you see: she got impatient and then she got bored, whereupon she'd start to violate any number of educational ethical standards and promptly be asked to leave the premises. guest lecturer, though ... that she could do, if she must.

she sat atop her late predecessor's desk, drumming her nails along its dark-stained wood, and already felt the pull of mundanity at the edges of her consciousness as she spoke: " so you wannae be an archaeologist! eensy word of advice: don't. it's shite work and you'll never get the dust out've your hair. right, that's it, class dismissed. ... ah, i'm only jokin'. can i say that at this one? d'you think they'll sack me? that'd be class, wouldn't it? "

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fine. starter call

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i don't take issue with the master flirting with the doctor bc obviously they've been doing that for all of time and it's fucking delightful but i DO take issue with the master initiating it and the doctor being grossed out about it. saxon was always responding to the doctor's energy ("are you asking me on a date" et al) but missy's like... kissing a very uncomfortable looking doctor for an uncomfortably long time in her first scene with him do you see the difference im trying to get at here

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lucy saxon walked so missy could run btw