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my love!!!!!

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Jane Wyatt & Mark Lenard as Amanda Grayson & Sarek

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Teen Spock appreciation post, because he gagged the fuck out of me

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Doctor Who is just a story about an alien with a human fetish who spends a lot of time aggrandizing humanity and protecting them from various threats while leaving his own planet and all its inhabitants to die in a horrible war which he likely could have stopped (based on all the times he's protected humans from similar sized threats) but he decided to run away to spend more time with his humans instead. And he just keeps getting older and sadder because he keeps falling in love with humans who eventually die because they are not immortal like him, but he never learns a thing about anything. Live, love, lose. Over and over in eternity. He can't even kill himself because he's constantly brought back to life by his sheer erotic attachment to these awful puny creatures. I mean, the guy doesn't even know his own real name! What a loser. Can't believe anyone would ever want to watch a show about him. Me, on the other hand

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I cannot stress this enough how much I DONT care about rogue, please can we just let him rot in hell 😭 "I love you" JESUS you two met for about 20 minutes can we stop this non sense.

Also: the characterization of the Rani. The dialogues, how she moves and everything reminds me so much of the Master and I'm not saying this because I'm a fan 💀 it's true, so much that when Conrad was narrating the doctor who story, I thought the time lady was Missy.It's like grasping the essence of a character and than ignoring it for the plot that you want to force on her: Rani x Doctor propaganda? Even if she is joking, bitch why this joke? 😭 She doesn't do this

I never complained about this season, I always welcomed every changes because I thought okay come on that's cool we can dig this, we can have fun BUT THIS

not every timelord is a past lover of the doctor and there's no need to insert a joke about that too, we have the Master for that, we expect all of this from them, we don't need a replacement

It can seem like I'm focusing so much on little stupid details but details are what make things great, fan notice this stuff, we are not passive watchers.

Overall, at least we can have Omega. That is interesting, we can explore that and maybe giving timelords another chance to be with us because come one let's stop this "Im the last of the Time lords" non sense, let's ground the doctor a little

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Koschei is not “naturally” evil, but that doesn’t matter: a mini think piece on choice and morality

The thing about koschei is they pathologically need destruction.

When they’re happy, they ruin it for themselves. They need to be surrounded by misery, even and especially at their own detriment, or something isn’t right. They cannot let themselves heal, when they get even a little close, either themselves or another regeneration will ruin it for them. They find being “at peace” (relatively speaking) to be almost embarrassing. They don’t consider the ability to be content to be part of themselves. They have to be always causing pain, to others or themselves if there’s no one else around.

This is at odds with the fact they are not intrinsically evil. They behave like this due to a mix of fate (example:“death’s champion”), active choice, and trauma response (which for the sake of argument I’m categorising differently to active choice) (example: abandonment by theta leading to them stalking them). With any of these, it isn’t meant to be who they are. As death said, they should’ve been the doctor:

But it is part of them. And it’s very important to me to acknowledge that koschei was not bound for evil, it’s not inherent, and it’s not even that they can’t help it. Sure, up till 49 you could argue it’s fated, after that there’s no excuse.

They act like that because it’s what they think they want. Destruction does genuinely make them happy, but as 13 and spy established, nothing will ever be enough. Because what makes them happy shouldn’t make them happy. You can’t actually be content when you’re chasing the next slaughter, and they know that, and the doctor knows that. It’s not that you can’t be happy while inflicting violence, it’s that you can’t be happy when no violence is ever enough. Their pleasure contradicts their peace constantly, inherently.

Koschei enjoys killing, and they like causing harm. They like hurting people. And despite the fact that this was not part of their original identity, for multiple reasons, it definitely is now, and it’s not entirely beyond their control. They could’ve stopped, but they didn’t.

Koschei is not evil because they have a rotten soul or anything, they were not loomed wrong, it’s all either been circumstance or an active choice. So many times they’ve been given the choice to do better and they turned it down, sometimes they didn’t. Proving they are capable of being kind still, which in some ways makes their behaviour worse. We know they have the capability for better, but they intensely struggle to prioritise that over the catharsis destruction brings them. They enjoy inflicting pain.

I think they also enjoy experiencing it. Whether out of a masochism, or a self hatred so deep they don’t realise that’s what it is (it’s definitely both).They just prefer things to be bad. To a subconscious degree a lot of the time.

This comes back to the “never enough” idea. A large theme for the master is hunger, gluttony. “I’m the master, and all this is never enough” (-saxon, masterful) spelled that out. They do what they do in an attempt to satiate themselves, but they know nothing will do that. In some ways it’s comparable to an addiction. However they’ve been time and compassion, and bar a few occasions, they have no interest in getting better. They’ve accepted their fate, and once they accept it, no one will else is going to talk them out of it.

This is to say, when I say “koschei wasn’t meant to be evil” I mean that both fate (again, death) and themselves, literally forced them into becoming what they are. No part of it was natural. They have quite literally killed themselves to maintain their immorality. Their behaviour is not their default. However, it is, in part, especially recently, their choice. The fact it wasn’t part of their identity originally doesn’t change who they are now. We’re defined by our choice, not predestination, and koschei proves that for the worse.

It doesn’t negate their sadism nor their impact on the universe. They are irredeemable. But if you spoke to koschei oakdown at the academy, despite their longing for power, they would be repulsed by what they’ve become. (And they were, listen to masterful).

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"I wanna see your face when I fill you up"

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: um atp i just post randomly now

summary: After a battle, you catch yourself openly admiring Luffy’s now-ripped physique — and he totally notices. Flirty teasing turns into a steamy, passionate moment where Luffy confesses he’s wanted you for a long time. Things quickly heat up on the deck, and by the end, it’s clear neither of you plans to stop at just one night.

wc: 2.2k

contains: smut! (18+) semi-public but private setting (upper deck at night), rougher pace, dom-ish Luffy, possessiveness, light manhandling, marking, dirty talk, cocky Luffy losing his control, creampie, aftercare.

The sun was dipping low, casting a golden sheen across the deck of the Sunny. The crew buzzed around, cleaning up after the latest island showdown — weapons being stowed, bandages wrapped, bruises proudly shown off like trophies.

And then there was him.

Monkey D. Luffy. Bare-chested, grinning, still buzzing with energy as if he hadn’t just wiped the floor with a Warlord and his army.

You stood frozen by the mast, a rag in your hand and absolutely no thoughts in your brain except:

“Holy hell. When did he get so ripped?”

Luffy’s torso glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, muscles tight and cut like they were sculpted from sun-kissed stone. His abs flexed every time he laughed — and oh, he laughed a lot — and his biceps looked like they could casually throw a mountain or two if you asked nicely.

You were not drooling.

Not literally.

“You okay over there?” Luffy’s voice cut through your mental spiraling, and when you looked up, he was staring at you — eyes wide, cheeks a little pink.

Busted.

“I—uh, yeah. Just—cleaning,” you said, waving the rag like an idiot and definitely not staring at the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

He tilted his head, still grinning, but his flush deepened. “You’re lookin’ real hard, y’know.”

You almost choked on your own tongue. “What?”

“Your face’s all red,” he said, stepping closer, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, I get it. I am kinda awesome.” He flexed an arm half-jokingly, then dropped it when he caught you actually checking it out.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face with both hands.

Luffy laughed, the sound bubbling like soda. “You do think I’m hot!”

You groaned. “Luffy—”

“No, no, wait, I like it!” he said quickly, his voice getting higher, his own face nearly glowing with how flustered he was. “I mean—you always look cute when you’re all bossy and mad, but now you’re like—squirmy and pink and kinda…kinda kissable.”

That shut you up real quick.

He blinked. “Was that too much?”

“No,” you said, heart hammering in your chest, “but if you say ‘kissable’ again I might actually pass out.”

He stepped closer, until his toes nearly touched yours, his breath warm against your cheek. “Wanna try it? Just so I know what it’s like?”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “You serious?”

Luffy gave you a grin that was almost shy — almost. “Been thinking about it since before the fight. Now I feel strong and you look all shiny-eyed. Feels like a good time.”

You barely managed a nod before his lips brushed yours — soft, sun-warmed, a little clumsy, but so Luffy. His hands landed at your hips, warm and grounding, and you sighed into him, threading your fingers through his messy hair.

When you pulled back, both of you looked dazed.

“…Wanna help me clean up?” you teased, voice breathy.

He smirked, muscles flexing just a little. “Nah. I wanna make you red again.”

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The deck was quiet now.

The rest of the crew had cleared out, most asleep or below deck, leaving only the soft sway of the sea and the lingering heat between you and Luffy.

Your back pressed against the wood of the mast, heart thundering in your chest as Luffy’s fingers ghosted over your skin — featherlight, curious, hungry.

“I really like when you look at me like that,” he murmured, voice lower, rougher than usual. He leaned in, brushing his lips against your neck, sucking lightly until your knees nearly buckled.

“Luffy—” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin. “You looked like you wanted to eat me earlier. Thought I’d return the favor.”

You gasped as his hand slid up under your shirt, palms rough from battle but his touch soft — reverent, even. He pulled the fabric over your head with a gentle kind of urgency, eyes flicking down over your body like he’d just found treasure more valuable than any One Piece.

“Whoa…” he whispered, dazed. “You’re so pretty.”

The way he said it — genuine, like he was seeing you for the first time — made heat bloom between your thighs. He bent down slightly, mouth brushing the top of your chest, teeth grazing as he teased.

“You always act all cool,” he said between kisses, “but you’re squirming so bad right now.”

“Shut up—”

“Nope,” he grinned, lips trailing down your stomach. “Not when you’re about to beg.”

You opened your mouth to argue — then yelped when he dropped to his knees and pulled your bottoms down with one smooth motion, tongue flicking out to tease right where you needed it most.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping tight. “Luffy—! Wait, you don’t have to—”

He looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes half-lidded, cocky smirk on his face.

“I want to.”

And with that, he buried his face in you, tongue warm, wet, relentless.

His grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you steady as he sucked and licked, building you up fast — too fast — and yet not enough. His nose brushed sensitive skin, his tongue working in maddening patterns, switching between deep licks and soft flicks that made your hips twitch.

“Y-You’re good at this—” you panted.

“Rubber tongue,” he murmured smugly against you. “Told you I’d make you red again.”

You came with a cry, head thrown back, thighs trembling against his shoulders.

But he didn’t stop.

You whimpered, twitching, the overstimulation making your whole body jolt.

“L-Luffy—!”

He looked up again, glistening lips, eyes glazed with lust and pride. “One more. Just one more. Then I’ll let you make me squirm.”

You didn’t even have the strength to argue — not when he leaned in again with that damn smile.

Your legs were still shaking when he stood.

Luffy’s mouth glistened with the aftermath of your first orgasm, and yet the look in his eyes said one thing: he wasn't nearly done.

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand — then leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss was deeper now, messier, full of unspoken hunger.

“You okay?” he murmured, breath hot against your lips.

You nodded, dazed. “More than.”

His grin turned wolfish. “Good. ‘Cause I need you. Now.”

You didn’t even get a warning before he hoisted you up by the thighs, pinning your back to the mast. His strength — casual, overwhelming — made your breath catch as your legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct.

“Didn’t know you could carry me like that—”

He pressed his hips against yours, and you felt him — hard, thick, twitching through his pants. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet.”

“Show me,” you whispered.

That was it. His restraint snapped.

He yanked his pants low enough to free himself, letting his cock slap against your thigh, hot and heavy. You barely had time to brace before he lined himself up and pushed in — slowly, but not gently.

“Shit—Luffy—!”

“Feel that?” he hissed, head falling against your shoulder as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours. “Fuck—you’re tight.”

You gasped at the stretch, the heat, the way his voice sounded — deeper, raspier, needy in a way you hadn’t heard before.

He pulled back almost completely, then slammed in again, hard enough to make the mast behind you creak.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” he groaned, hips snapping into you at a quickening pace. “Since Alabasta. Since Water 7. Since forever. Wanted you—so bad.”

Your nails dug into his back as he fucked you harder, the raw sound of skin slapping skin mixing with the crashing waves below. He was moaning openly now, whimpering your name between thrusts like a man possessed.

“Look at me,” he panted, grabbing your chin. “I wanna see your face when I fill you up.”

You bit your lip, nearly sobbing from the intensity — the way he hit just right, the way his voice cracked with every needy thrust.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he muttered, mouth by your ear. “Wanna see it drip out. Wanna stay inside, keep it warm.”

You clenched around him at the words, and he felt it.

“Oh fuck, you like that?” His voice broke into a breathless laugh. “You want me that bad, huh?”

You barely had time to answer before he was pounding into you like he couldn’t stop, couldn’t even think. His grip bruised into your thighs, his thrusts erratic now, desperate.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

You nodded, your own orgasm building again, faster than you expected.

“Do it,” you whispered. “Come inside, Luffy.”

His whole body shuddered. With a low, wrecked moan, he buried himself deep and spilled into you, his hips stuttering as he came hard — warm, endless, claiming you in the most primal way possible.

You followed right after, clenching tight around him as your second climax hit, nails raking down his back.

For a long second, the world was just heartbeats and shaky breath.

Then his head dropped to your shoulder again, body still twitching with the aftershocks.

“…shit,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “That was way better than meat.”

You laughed breathlessly. “High praise, Captain.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you — eyes soft, cheeks still flushed. “Hope you’re ready for more. ‘Cause now I know what you feel like, I don’t think I can stop.”

You leaned in, kissing him slow this time. “Good. I don’t want you to.”

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© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

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You're a man who knows what he wants, Lord Master. And takes it. You want the crystal? I am going to possess it.

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he's so earnest what the hell

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SACHA DHAWAN THE BOY WITH THE TOPKNOT (2017)

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The Master

Just realized I didn't draw the Master for a while <3

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Links and info | Commissions are OPEN

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Fun reminder that Time Lords can fly.

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Im so enchanted by how the Master is originally characterized. He's devious and power hungry and his whole gimmick is hypnotism and disguise and he's frankly a little stupid but when he isn't manipulating people or allying himself with destructive forces out of personal gain, it's always out of fear and it seems to be an expected outcome that he'll end up backed into a corner and lash out. It only takes two serials for us to learn that the master is SCARED of the doctor, tied up with complicated feelings of care and resentment. This isn't something new who lacks, per se, but their fear is always hidden under their veneer of a cackling maniac. it's very clear from Delgados performance that this pervasive fear is a feature, not a bug, and he is not just naturally reserved, careful, and meticulous because he's a machiavellian evil genius, its because he's paranoid.

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Sacha Dhawan and Jodie Whittaker behind the scenes of “The Timeless Children”

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AN: This is a gift/something I wrote to tease @how-masterful with some kitten play stuff =)

Warnings: kitten play, smut/lemon

Words: 653

Your cheeks felt warm again. Your blush refusing to stay away as you knelt on the floor, naked except for some kitten ears, collar and leash. It wasn't as if you have never done something like this before... You couldn't understand why you were so embarrassed by it.

"Does my kitten want a treat for being such a good girl for me today?"

You didn't look up. Eyes still cemented to the floor. You didn't want to answer. Meowing was embarrassing.

"Don't be shy, kitten. You do want to be a good girl, don't you?"

"Meow," you quietly mewled. You didn't want to be a naughty kitten. The punishment wasn't worth saving the slight embarrassment.

You looked up at the sound of a zipper being unzipped. The Master's cock was hard, precum covering the tip. You blushed as you realized what your "treat" would be. It was much better than if he tried to feed you cat treats in an attempt to embarrass you.

A harsh tug to your leash had your nose brushing against his cock. He shifted to shove the leash underneath this thigh, effectively trapping you close to his cock.

"Go ahead, kitten."

He cooed at you, somewhat condescendingly. He was enjoying your slight humiliation.

You gave a timid lick to his head. Precum coating your tastebuds. Slowly you cleaned his cock with your tongue. Once cleaned of precum you took the tip into your mouth, gently sucking. His hand buried itself into your hair. Gripping tightly at first as he moaned but quickly shifting into gentle scratches against your scalp and head pats.

"Good girl. Good kitten," he emphasized kitten in a teasing tone. Reminding you of your role. "Savor your treat."

You enveloped as much of his cock as you could fit into your mouth. Tongue lazily lapping at his length. His head was thrown back with a drawn out moan mere minutes later as his cum coated your tongue and throat. You swallowed every drop, licking at his length to ensure you got every drop. It would be a bad idea to waste your treat. He could choose to punish you for that.

Once you were done lapping up every drop of cum you looked up at the Master.

"Is my kitten not satisfied? Oh that's definitely the look of a hungry pussy that needs her Master to make sure she is nice and full. A kitten who won't be content until she is fully stuffed and cannot move."

Your blush returned with a vengeance. Even your chest felt warm, and was probably flushed a rosey pink.

"Up you get, kitten. Time to fill that hungry pussy of yours!"

You hid your face in his shoulder as you settled into his lap. Cock deep inside of you.

"Fill yourself up like a good kitten," you started to move.

Your face pulled away from its hiding place. The Master looking into your eyes. You avoided looking at him.

"Look at me, kitten," you forced your eyes to his. You couldn't disobey a command. "Oh, such a good girl, a lovely, well-trained, obedient kitten."

You continued to ride him, to stuff yourself full with his cock. Each sound that left you reminded you of a cat in heat. You couldn't deny that it was what you sounded like.

The Master held you still as he came again. Filling you with his seed. Stuffing you full of cum. A flurry of kisses were peppered to your face.

"Good girl kitten. Now that you're all nice and full it's nap time. Isn't it, precious girl?"

"I hate you," you mumbled.

"No you don't," he smugly responded. "You enjoy being humiliated like this. Otherwise, you would have safeworded, and you wouldn’t still gushing around my cock.”

You shoved your face into the crook of his neck.

“Shh, I’m sleeping now.”

He laughed, “Don’t worry kitten. I won’t tease you too much more.”

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guys I desperately need thoschei fic recs cause I have very specific criteria and I don't seem to find anything.... I want something that is really fucked up (killing, cannibalism, blood, gore, you choose. I basically want them to really destroy each other...) but possibly no smut. It's so hard to actually find something I don't think it even exists....

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[The Master in, what is essentially, group therapy.]

Christopher: What's the name of your true, authentic self? The Master groans. Christopher: The name that encapsulates who you really are? The Master: I--why not call me--uh-- The Master: I dunno who I am.

Garf: Oh, eh? I've been there, brother. Christopher: Give him space, Garf. Christopher (encouraging): Go on. The Master: Uh. Well, you can say I've worn a lot of different faces, in my life, and I'm not sure if this is the real me, anymore. I feel... unmoored, and untethered, like I dunno where I fit.

Lezlee: I think we can all relate to that one. Garf: Yeah, that's deep! Christopher: So, here's what we'll do: the missive technique. If you were to write a letter to your self -- your past self -- what would it say? The Master: Really? I'm not sure if that'll-- Lezlee: It really works, Zen! Garf: Give it a go! We're here for you!

The Master: Oh, alright. Where do I begin? Christopher: That's easy! You just start with "dear me." The Master: "Dear me," okay.

The Master: Dear me. Uh -- Christopher: yes? The Master: Dear me. Christopher: Just go when you feel ready. The Master (shouting): why?!

The Master: How could you betray me?! How could you?! Just when I thought I knew myself, I stabbed me in the back, huh? Why? The Master (brokenly): why?! The Master sobs.

Lezlee: oh, Zen. Christopher (clears throat): right, yes, that's--that's--okay. I think we've all felt that way too, haven't we? Lezlee: yea Garf: all the time Silla: I'm not sure I have

The Master: Thanks! Thanks, everyone! Actually, I--I feel better for that! Christopher: I call that a successful start.