#never judge a timelord for:

[heycupcake]

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[lerios]

tfw you sell your illegal art collection and scoop your bae and her gay little dog through time and space to save their lives but she still dream rejects you 😔

[dandelionjack]

the Carrionites from the shakespeare code are really a fascinating concept to examine in light of The Post Salt-Line Era (disclaimer: i don’t like the episode as a whole for obvious reasons). powerful witches from the before-times, applying word-magic as a science. words that rhyme or sentences constructed with a specific intent have enough power to stop one of a timelord’s hearts and potentially open a space-time portal. something to keep in mind vis a vis the repeated wordsmithing motif we’ve got going on in s14: spoor “that’s a nice word”; smelted “i’ve never used that before”; ruby was was foundled “what a funny word, foundled”; semperdistans.

if ruby really is a changeling… much as to the carrionites (who were evidently modelled after historical witchcraft folklore), words hold tremendous power to the fae. that’s why there’s all this mythology of faeries “stealing names”: to them, there is no difference between signifier and signified, between a word and the real-life object that word represents, so a name is the person’s actual identity, their personhood itself.

therefore, if ruby really is a faerie child, it makes total sense for her to accidentally be affecting reality through verbal expression in the way she’s been doing throughout the whole series. in space babies, she mentions star trek and suddenly the crew appear in star trek esque uniforms. in the devil’s chord, she mentions strictly come dancing and suddenly they’re dancing opposite two strictly judges. obviously, her word-magic comes to a head in 73 yards: she reads out “i miss you�� on the clifftop and the doctor disappears. she reads out “rest in peace, mad jack” and in 20 years gwylliam’s up there on the screen calling himself mad jack (we can presume the original note wasn’t about gwylliam, but an actual villager called jack). ruby speaking messages out loud manifests them into reality. she’s got faerie blood.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hey, if you're interested in another idea, would you like to write the reactions of the various characters to the dyslexic MC? (and therefore low self-esteem) ❣️❣️❣️

HLC REACT TO DYSLEXIC MC

It's not that MC couldn't read, they just had to do it slowly. Sometimes they'd have to stare at a sentence for several minutes before it made sense. Some days were better than others. While sometimes it would just be a letter or two out of place, sometimes it would be entire paragraphs looking like someone spilled alphabet soup on the page. They prayed to any higher power that would listen that they would never have to read in front of the class. It was bad enough to struggle doing homework reading assignments.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He reads like a Timelord, so he'll struggle with the idea that someone just can't read words sometimes. He'll be interested to learn about their condition, but MC will still have to remind him to be patient. If MC really struggles with learning something new, he'll gladly help them, for a price. He likes having friends in his dept.

OMINIS GAUNT: He learned how to read relatively late in life because of his blindness, so he still has to take his time. Don't even get him started on writing. Even with his wand, writing in a straight line with a quill is challenging. And POTIONS, UGH! Needless to say, he relates. Misery loves company.

ANNE SALLOW: She's not as voracious with reading like her brother, so she's far more compassionate in encouraging MC to take their time. The professors give lots of time when they're reading assignments usually and they shouldn't fret about it. If they have real concerns in the class, just talk to the professors. She is sure they'll understand.

IMELDA REYES: She genuinely believes MC can't read for the first couple months of the year. Did MC expect to just learn through osmosis by staring down their textbooks? Even after an explanation, it just sounds like excuses to her.

NATSAI ONAI: She's more of a doer than a reader herself, so she relates a little bit. She offers to help MC through their assignments by doing the reading for them and then explaining it verbally or through demonstration. She's not going to let her bestie fail just because their brain sees books as word jumbles.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He understands, but more under the pretense that he just has a hard time focusing because his brain is constantly elsewhere. Trial and error is the best way to learn anyway. If you don't understand it, wing it. It's worked for him so far.

LEANDER PREWETT: He can't help but poke a little bit of fun at the fact that MC actually does have an Achilles heel and is not perfect at everything. If this genuinely bothers them, he'll apologize. Reading's not all it's cracked up to be anyway, just about everything at Hogwarts can be learned verbally. They shouldn't stress about it too much.

AMIT THAKKAR: He's quite the avid reader, so while he's sharing his favorite books and lessons, he may accidentally come across as condescending. MC Just has to tell him once what they're dealing with and he'll offer to help. He can easily break down many of the professors reading lessons down into more simplified paragraphs to make them easier to read.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He doesn't have perfect vision, so while he's not dyslexic, he can relate to MC's esteem. Kids can be cruel to those they think show weakness. He has a sack full of dung bombs for anyone who bothers MC about their dyslexia.

POPPY SWEETING: She believes MC just needs a nice calm environment for their reading. No distractions or loud noises to bother them while they're focusing. The vivariums are perfect! The beasts never judge how quickly someone reads if MC would like to practice reading out loud.

ELEAZAR FIG: He knows early on they have trouble reading. Not to worry, he's dealt with this sort of thing before, comes with the territory of being a professor. He's very patient with them and lets them read at their own pace. When he can manage it, he'll try to keep lessons verbal and with illustrations instead of written words.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

All the Olives in the World. . .

Stancy x GNReader, Stancy x henderson!reader

You didn't really think anything of Steve Harrington until after he became a part of your life. You didn't hate him like some people who see someone so attractive do. You could see the appeal, but he hadn't been your type. No, your type has always been Nancy Wheeler. You and Barb had always talked about it at great lengths, but when she died, you had no one else to talk about it with. Not even Nancy, who had inadvertently pushed you away in favor of Steve. You could have easily hated him, but for whatever reason, you didn't. Instead, you found a friend in Robin Buckley. It changed again when you saw Steve protect Lucas and your brother from Billy Hargrove. It had shaken something inside of your head. Fast forward, and it had all changed again.

"Hey! Watch it!" You cursed as Dustin pushed past you into Family Video. "Butthead."

Nancy was leaning against the counter, obviously flirting with Steve. You smiled. It was good to see them together again, for you in particular. You should be jealous, right? No, instead, there was only longing for the both of them now. You just had to go and make things even more complicated.

"Dude! What did I say about running in here?" Steve asked.

"Okay, I just wanted to ask you one last time if you wanted to join Hellfire?" Dustin asked.

"Look, I told you I like watching you guys, but I don't think I'd be very helpful," Steve said.

"I think you'd be good at it," Nancy said.

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll think about it," Steve said.

You snorted as Dustin threw up his hands, looking at them in disbelief. Steve and Nancy really had no right to be so cute.

"Robin in the break room?" You asked.

"Yeah," Steve said.

You had just opened the break room door when Steve called out your name. You whirled around so fast that you ended up running into the very door you had just opened.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you groaned, clutching your forehead.

"You're bleeding!" Steve exclaimed.

"It's just a scratch, Steve," you said. "What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out this evening," Steve said.

"I probably would have said yes, but now I think I might have a headache later," you said. "Thanks."

You turned around, ready to enter the break room when your brother spoke up.

"You ever notice how they're always clumsy around the both of you?" Dustin said.

You groaned and walked into the room to find Robin listening to her Walkman with a book in her hand as she ate her lunch. She put down her book at the sight of you and pushed her headphones down around her neck.

"Jesus, what the hell happened to you?" Robin asked. "You look like shit."

"Thanks, Robin, you look pretty today, too," you said sarcastically.

Robin rolled her eyes and pulled out the first aid kit.

"Seriously, what happened?" Robin asked asked as she began tending to your wounds.

"I have a problem," you groaned.

"Like a code red situation?" Robin asked. "Because we just got closed the gates to hell, I am not up for anything else. I simply refuse. I am done! Finite!"

"No, it's nothing like that," you sigh. "You ever have a crush on two people at the same time?"

"Can't say that I have," Robin said. "Oh! This is a romantic situation! Oh, finally! I could never figure out what your deal is. I wasn't even sure if you were interested in all of that, which would have been totally fine with me if you weren't, you know, and I - "

"Robin, platonic love of my life, I get it," you laughed. "You support me no matter what."

Robin plopped down in the seat next to you after she got done bandaging your forehead.

"So, what's up?" Robin asked. "Who are these people you are so smitten with?"

"Okay, promise not to judge me?" you asked.

"Cross my hearts and hope to regenerate," Robin said.

"I keep telling you that you and Steve are not timelords, Robin," you said in amusement.

"You're just jealous of our regenerative abilities," Robin replied.

"Whatever," you said, letting out a breathy laugh. "Okay. . .it's Steve and Nancy."

"Steve and Nancy?!" Robin squeaked in surprised.

"Yeah, I just - I like them so much! At first, it was just Nancy, you know, and then Steve came a long. Suddenly, all the songs made sense. I mean, they're stubborn as hell and brave. They're willing to do whatever it takes to save the people they love. They're both so smart in their own ways, and it's just amazing how different but the same they are. I love that they fell in love again, and I know it's weird, but I want to be a part of that too," you rambled.

"You really are spending too much time with me," she said in amusement. "It really makes sense now, though. You have become terribly unbalanced around them."

"I know," you groaned. "I just want them to hold me and kiss me but also do other stuff to me. I just know that if I'm in their arms, I'd feel incredibly safe."

"Wow, holy shit, you're in love with them," Robin said.

"Crazy, right?" You asked.

"Yeah, but I find that the best things in life usually are," Robin said. "You going to tell them?"

"I don't know. . .I don't want to ruin our friendship," you said.

"Well, at this point, you're going to ruin your friendship by being so klutzy that you trip, break your neck, and die," she said.

"Jeeze, Robin, don't sugarcoat it," you snapped.

"You know that I'm right. Look, they're not going to judge you for it," Robin said. "If anything, they'd probably be flattered. There is nothing wrong with telling someone you love them."

"I can't do it," you shook your head. "I won't. After everything we've been through, I'm not going to do anything to risk ruining what we've got. It took us all a while for three of us just to be friends."

Robin stared at you, frustrated. You shrugged and looked away.

"Aren't you the one who convinced me that it was worth it to risk telling Vickie how I feel?" Robin asked. "And didn't it work out?"

"That's different," you mumbled.

"Fucking how?" Robin asked. "Because it's a couple you're in love with?"

"How do you even go about hitting on a couple?" You asked thoughtfully, and then you shook your head. "It doesn't matter. I like how it is now."

You made quick work of stealing Robin's Walkman and putting the headphones over your ears. You groaned when you heard Africa by Toto begin to play. It was Steve and Nancy's unofficial song. Along with Fire and Rain. You listened to it, though, with your arms crossed. Meanwhile, Robin was eating angrily in your direction. Every chomp was over exaggerated, with a glare on Robin's face as she chewed in frustration and confusion as though she were trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. Finally, she finished her lunch and stared at the table with a sigh. She pushed the headphones off of your ears.

"Okay, I won't push you," she said softly. "If you're not ready, then you're not ready."

"Thank you," you said gratefully.

"But you should get used to being around them without tripping over your feet," Robin said. "I'm hanging out with them this afternoon. Steve’s cooking, and he wants it to be a nice evening where we put on our nicest clothes. Unfortunately, Argyle and Jonathan couldn't make it. Vickie has to work. So, it's just going to be the four of us. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yeah," you mutter.

That was how you ended up cursing Robin out later. Nosy bitch, you had thought affectionately. Here you were, in your nicest clothes that were the perfect mixture of your favorite material and your favorite colors. They fit quite nicely. You paused on Steve’s doorstep for a moment before taking a breath and knocking. Steve opened the door, looking good in his nicest blue sweater and tightest pair of pants. Did it suddenly get hot in here?

"Hey, you look nice," Steve said.

"Thanks, so do you," you said.

"Come in," Steve said stepping aside to let you in. "Oh, you should probably know something."

"What?" You asked as brushed by him.

"Uh, Robin can't make it. She forgot she had plans with Vickie," Steve shrugged as he closed the door.

You froze, looking at him. What? Didn't Robin say that Vickie was working? You stared at the closed door. There was no escape. You cursed Robin in your head. You were going to get her back for this.

"I, uh, I guess it's just the three of us," You said.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, grinning. "Don't worry. Nancy and I will try not to make you feel like a third wheel. We can keep our hands to ourselves."

Please don't, you thought. You were led into the kitchen where Nancy was setting the table. God, she looked beautiful in her purple dress. You always thought she looked good in purple.

"Hey, you look great," Nancy said.

"So, do you," you said.

"Thanks," she said with a grateful smile.

They all settled down to eat and talked politely with them before Nancy started talking about Emerson. She really loved it there, but at the same time, she missed everyone here, especially you and Steve. You tried not to choke on a piece of food when she said that. It didn't mean anything, did it?

"I just can't believe Robin bailed on us after making us dress up," Nancy said.

Hold up. . .this was her idea? You should have known.

"She told me Vickie was working," you scowled. "And that Steve wanted us to dress up."

"Okay, I feel like we're being set up for something," Steve said.

"More like I'm being set up for something," you sighed.

"What does that mean?" Nancy asked.

You sighed again and put your fork down. It felt like butterflies were eating you from the inside out.

"I have to tell you guys something, and you have to like promise not to hate me," you said. "Or think differently of me."

"We never would," Nancy said softly.

"I, uh, kind of been in love with you both for a long time now," you swallowed nervously. "And I wish I could be a part of your relationship. I know that's probably weird, and you can process it however you want. I just thought you should know."

The silence was awkward. It's too awkward. You had to do something. You went back to eating even though you were no longer hungry. Steve and Nancy went back to eating as well. The silence grew more uncomfortable as time went by. Finally, Nancy cleared her throat, and you looked up hopefully.

"We just never really thought about you like that," Nancy said, and it was like a blow to your heart. "Right?"

"Uh, yeah, right," Steve asked, looking at Nancy doubtfully.

"Uh. Right, of course not," you sighed. "I'm sorry. This was a mistake. I'm just going to go."

You pushed yourself out of your chair and hurried out the door. You could heart Steve and Nancy calling your name, but you didn't want them to see you cry. It was hard to face them after that. You ignored their calls, didn't bother going into Family Video, and whenever you saw them out in the wild, you managed to run away successfully. You knew it was childish and cowardly, but you also knew that you couldn't face them without dealing with the hurt. You just needed it to fade along with the feelings, and then you could face them.

"You're going to have seen them eventually," Robin said, as she prawled out on your bed.

"Evetually, but not today," you said, as you laid next to her.

It was several weeks later, and so far, you had managed to keep hanging out with Robin. Although, you knew that'd probably change now that Eddie and Chrissy had rolled back into town.

"Well, your brother keeps pestering me about why you don't want to see them," Robin said. "It's quite frankly annoying."

"It's your fault for sticking your nose where it didn't belong," you huffed.

"And it's your fault for not sucking it up and just talking to them," Robin said, and then she sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I thought for sure they would feel the same."

"It's not your fault," you said with a sigh. "You were just trying to help."

Silence fell over the both of you. Suddenly, a loud knocking came from the front door. You both jumped. You heard Dustin open the door.

"Steve! Nancy!" Dustin exclaimed exclaimed.

"Is your sibling home?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely! Are you here to fix whatever this because it's driving me crazy!" Dustin yelled.

"Yeah, we are," Steve said.

"Oh no!" You whispered to Robin. "Stall them."

"Why? What are you going to do?" Robin asked.

"Leg it out the window," you whispered.

"What? That's crazy. Besides, you left your keys in the living room," Robin said.

"Shit. I'll take my bike," you said.

You quickly shoved your feet into your shoes and grabbed your backpack before climbing out the window. Oh, the things you would do to avoid embarrassment. You crawled underneath the other windows and sprinted towards the garage. You took down demogorgons, demobats, and pseudo Freddy Krueger, but you couldn't face getting your heart broken by Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler. It was painfully funny. You snuck around the side of the garage and entered through the side door. You carefully grabbed your bike and pushed it out the door. You put your backpack on and rode off, enjoying the wind wipping through your hair. Freedom.

You rode your bike to the diner that opened up a few blocks away, locking it up on the bike rack out front. You walked in and ordered your favorite milkshake before sliding into a booth with your back to the door. You focused solely on the milkshake, just trying to forget what a fucking coward you were. You knew that Dustin and Robin were going to give you hell for this. Knowing Nancy and Steve, they were still going to be at the house when you got back. Maybe you shouldn't return. Just as you were about to mentally scold yourself, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to find Eddie and Chrissy looking down at you.

"Hey, I thought that was you. You here by your lonesome or are you waiting for someone?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm alone," you said somberly.

"It sounds someone's trying to drown their sorrows in a glass of milkshake," Eddie said.

"I am," you pouted.

You watched them as they slid into the sear across from you.

"And what are you running from?" Eddie asked, and you looked at him. "If anyone is an expert on running away, it's me."

"Heartbreak," you muttered.

"Heartbreak, huh?" He winced. "That sucks."

"Who broke your heart?" Chrissy asked.

"It's my own fault, really," you replied. "I don't really want to talk about it."

"Oh! I know two people who walked right in who will cheer you right up!" Eddie exclaimed. "It's Steve and Nancy."

You quickly ducked down, heart racing your chest.

"Did they see me?" You ask.

"No," Chrissy said.

"Good," you said and dove completely under the table. "Fucking hide me."

"How?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know. . .put your jacket over me," you said.

"And explain the giant lump to them how?" He asked.

"I don't know. . .think of something," you said. "I can't let them see me. . .I did something embarrassing."

"Okay, as long as you promise to tell us what the hell you did," Eddie said.

"Promise!"

Just like that, Eddie's jacket was being pulled over you. You could hear Eddie finishing off your milkshake as Steve and Nancy slid into the booth. The bastard. You could hear them talk low and then mention your name.

"You haven't seen them, have you?" Steve asked.

"No, can't say that I have," Eddie said.

"We were hoping they had come here," Nancy sighed.

"By the way, what the hell is under here?" Steve asked.

"Oh, that's my overnight bag. I didn't want to leave it in the van," Eddie said. "I'm going to spend the night at Chrissy's."

"Oh, I'm sure her mom is going to love that," Steve said.

"Oh, yeah," Chrissy giggled.

"So, what are you looking for them for anyway?" Eddie asked.

"We sort of messed up," Nancy said. "They told us something important and we didn't handle it well."

"We're just trying to find them and apologize," Steve said.

"We've spent all this time trying to explain to them that we've never thought of what they told us in that way before," Nancy said.

"All we're doing now is thinking about what they said," Steve said.

"And we just can't get it out of our heads," she said. "It's like - I don't know what to compare it to."

"It's like olives. One day they're just olives to you, you don't want to eat them, but you don't have anything against them, either," Steve said.

"Then someone tells you that they like olives and that you should try them. . .suddenly, you want to but now you can't find the olives," Nancy said in excitement. "The olives are nowhere to be found!"

"Wow. . .," Eddie said, blinking at them. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."

"We hurt their feelings, Eddie," Nancy said with a sigh.

"And we didn't mean to," Steve said.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. It was so utterly ridiculous. Were they saying what you thought they were saying? Okay, so you definitely couldn't hide anymore. You sighed and took off the jacket, tugging on Eddie's pants. You saw Eddie nudge Chrissy, and they moved out of the booth. You crawled out from under the table, looking sheepish.

"Hey," you said softly.

"You were under there the whole time?" Nancy asked.

"You're Eddie's bag?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I'm Eddie's bag," you snorted and turned to the other couple. "Thanks, guys, I've got it from here. And don't worry, Eddie, I'll tell you all about it later."

"I'm holding it to you, Henderson!" Eddie exclaimed.

Eddie and Chrissy moved to another table, leaving you alone with them. You looked at them, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry for running away, I shouldn't have done that," you said, blushing.

"You were hurt, I totally get it," Nancy said.

"I'm sorry we didn't realize sooner how we felt about you," Steve said.

"You didn't know," you said. "And you guys really want me to be with you?"

"Yes," Nancy said.

"Why?" you asked, blinking rapidly at them.

"Because you're sweet and thoughtful. . .also very funny," Steve said. "Very cute too."

"And you've always been there for us whenever we needed you," Nancy said.

"And you never once complained when we were unable to be there for you," Steve said.

"We're here now, though, for whatever you need," Nancy said. "We want to see where this takes us."

"Well, you should know that I'm apparently a flight risk," you said.

"And apparently, we'll just chase after you," Steve said with mirth and love in his eyes.

"We love you," Nancy said.

"I love you, too," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

Nancy and Steve each took your hand, holding it tightly in yours. You looked into their eyes, and you knew that there wasn't a chance you were ever going to run away again. Now, you could run towards them, and they'd catch you if you fell. . .literally, they've already done it a few times. You laughed, maybe you were just a klutz. Suddenly, Eddie screamed from across the diner.

"THEY WEREN'T FUCKING TALKING ABOUT OLIVES AT ALL! CHRISSY, I'M A FUCKING IDIOT!"

"Eddie!"

[soulless-angel25]

Riverrosetober 2023- Day 1, Prompt: Alternate Universe

When Rose first met River it was by accident, she was hoping through the dimensions- trying to find the Doctor. She landed in the right one, but not at the right time. It had been on an asteroid known for its wide market, she'd wandered around, following the device's beeping towards a two-hearted person.

Eventually she ran into them, literally. She ran into River, who she tentatively looked at, her voice wavering as his name slipped from her lips, "Doctor?"

Her voice had made River freeze, she looked at her, Rose Tyler-the Bad Wolf, the Woman The Doctor Loved, Defender of Earth, and many more titles. And a bittersweet smirk overtook River's face, "Sorry Sweetheart, I'm not him."

River's response had made Rose furrow her eyebrows as she looked between River and the device, she shook it- maybe it was malfunctioning? But nope, the reading was clear as daylight- HEARTS SEARCH: 2 | PEOPLE FOUND: 1 | DISTANCE: 2 ft RESPIRATORY BY-PASS: SEARCH | PEOPLE FOUND 1

"Are you a Timelord? But no- that wouldn't make any sense considering-" Rose's voice droned on, making River laugh.

She placed one hand on her shoulder, calming her down. Extending her hand Rose took it, "Professor River Song, Archeologist, Wife of The Doctor. And yes- I'm a Timelord, naturally born- mind you. Pleasure to meet you Rose Tyler. I do believe he'd hinted that I'd met you at some point but I thought he was simply joking. Never know with that man."

River said it all so easily, but Rose's mind was spinning. Focusing on one part of what she'd said, "...wife of the Doctor...?"

At that point Rose's recall had activated, pulling her back to Pete's World. And with her sudden disappearance, River cocked her head. A smirk spreading across her lips as she laughed, "Rose Tyler. How interesting," with that she continued forward to get the thing she'd been there for. The interaction lingering in her mind.

Then there'd been their second meet, several years had passed for River. But for Rose only 2 or so years, considering what River had said, they had the correct Dimension, just not the place or time. So when she jumped this time she was quick to look around, not quite sure when or where she was.

Finally her eyes landed on something that gave her an idea, "New York." she sighed, "At least it's Earth this time and-" she pulled out her phone, "April, 2012. Damn it."

But it was close, closer and more accurate than some of the other jumps. They were getting better at making sure she landed in the correct dimension, and time was getting more and more accurate. And yet she still shook her head, turning to come face to face with a statue. It's styling was unique, reminding Rose of more Greek clothing, at least- Rose thinks Greek. It's been a while since she looked at their outfitting so she wasn't 100% sure.

And the wings, nicely carved- though she wasn't one able to truly judge, the Doctor would know though- reminiscent of angel wings. She shook her head as she turned her back. Her mind spinning as she suddenly fell, she looked around-still New York but... something was different. She pulled out her phone again, eyes balking, "1938?"

Pushing herself up Rose started walking, trying to restart or fix her communicator, she'd fallen on it.

Behind her, Rose heard a slightly familiar voice, "Rose Tyler? What're you doing here in 1938?"

Turning, her surprise colored her voice, "River? I suppose I could say the same to you."

"Angels." was River's only response.

"...angels?"

"Weeping Angels, nasty things. Sends people back in time with a touch then feeds off their time," River explained.

"oh"

"Yeah, well. Luckily I've got a Vortex Manipulator. Need a lift?"

Rose nodded, "April, 2012 if you could. It's when I landed. 'bout noon I think?"

River said nothing, just simply nodded before pulling Rose close. Her arm wrapped and Rose's waist, practically melding their bodies. She gave a wink before she hit a button, pulling them forward. Rose stumbled a bit.

"Not nearly as nice as the TARDIS I'm afraid. But, best I can do."

And before Rose could respond River stole a kiss, "Bye Sweetheart~" and she was gone.

Rose touched her lips, a flush rising up to her ears. "Rose- an---- us? Ag--- ---er, do you ---y?"

The static coming in from the communicator roused Rose out of the state she was in, she pressed her mic, switching it on. "This is Agent Tyler, requesting pull back."

And if anyone had been looking that way, they would see a blonde disappear as suddenly as she had appeared.

They met many more times, sometimes in order, sometimes not. But, it is one of these that is most important.

Rose Tyler had just been left on a beach in Norway, the Meta-Crisis Doctor stood beside her as they stared at the spot the TARDIS had been. Slowly the two of them began to turn away before that glorious sound came back.

Rose turned sharply, her eyes narrowing in on the TARDIS. Once the doors opened she was ready to start yelling yet she found her voice stolen from her once she saw who was in the doorway.

"Hey," River said casually, as though her being there wasn't the strangest thing in the universes.

"You two want a lift back to Universe Prime?" she looked between the two of them.

Rose looked at the Doctor, and he looked at her. Through their eyes an understanding passed, this was their only chance. And neither of them wanted to be here.

Running to her Mum quickly Rose hugged her, apologies spilling from her lips. Jackie looked at her, then at the Doctor, and then at the TARDIS and the strange women standing in its doors.

She whispered one word, "Go." though her eyes betrayed her, tears slipping down.

Rose smiled and said, "I love you Mum." for the last time. Turning she hurried back and grabbed the Doctor's hand hauling the two of them past River and on board the TARDIS.

And the doors slammed shut as River hurried over to the console, her eyes flickering over to the Doctor, "Mind giving me a hand Sweetie?"

Numbly he moved forward, helping her pilot the ship. Eventually they landed, the ship thudding against the ground. River opened the doors for them, "Maglia, 34th century. No wars or revolutions of any kind take place until the 37th if I'm recalling correctly. It's a planet many people migrate to, if only to see the beauty of it. Warm almost all year round 'cept in the far North were it's quite cold-"

Her explanation of where they where was cut of when Rose threw her arms around River. Pulling back she pulled River into a fervent kiss, "Thank you," her smile was like the sun.

"No problem Sweetheart, good luck." River pulled back, she tossed Rose something, "Credit Stick, unlimited. Maybe see you later." she closed the doors of the TARDIS.

Rose and the Doctor stood next to each other as the Old Girl vanished once more, "Together?" "Together."

451 YEARS LATER

Rose sat down, a smile on her lips, "You ever think we'll see her again dear? It's been quite a long time, I wonder how she's been." "Silent as always, huh? Fair enough, not sure what I expect."

Beside Rose is a gravestone with no body, once she'd asked him- when he was getting older. What funeral rites were customary for Timelords, and when he'd passed she had done just that. Set his body alight on a pyre. Staying until the flames died and his body was nothing more than ash, and then she'd gathered that ash, placed it in a box. And dug a small, but deep hole just in front of the gravestone.

She sat, 4 centuries later. She sat next to his grave on Maglia. Her eyes closed, before springing open when she heard someone walk up and sit next to her. She looked at the person sat next to her, it took her brain a moment to recognize them.

"River?"

"Rose."

They both sat, looking at one another before River extended her hand. "What'd you say to some adventures?"

"What kind?" for the first time in a while something more than dullness was in Rose's voice.

"Oh- just the running kind I do think. But, perhaps maybe some domestics too, Sweetheart?"

A grin broke out across Rose's face as she took River's hand and pulled her close, "Well, I'd never say no to an adventure. Darling."

A competitive gleam appeared in River's eyes, she pulled Rose closer. Kissing her, "Well then. I suppose we should get started then."

[defaultnaming]

WARNING: COULD BE CONSIDERED CRITICAL OR ANTI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE DW CRITIQUE

First thoughts:

I'll be honest, I went into the episode a bit biased, 10 is nowhere close to a good doctor for me and I dislike the RTD era. But open minds and all that.

I DON'T like the mcu logo. MCUification of DW on main.

I need an in-depth explaination on what regeneration energy does after that ep. Like, how does it make a suit and long coat, ties, a new sonic screwdriver, perfectly fitting glasses and a judges wig (he didn't know he would need it so he would have to have it on him so... how??)

Okay, why the big exposition cold open if you're going to exposit the info in conversation, feels a bit like you wasted time there I'll be honest. Could've went to solving the ep problem cause that was rushed.

The old doctor is back.... and apparently has a personality like at least a couple thousand years haven't passed... okay....

The part about 'Why does everything have to be a big goodbye?' I mean, it seemed really wierd that he would refuse coming for a cuppa because he CAN do that. We've seen it over 15 years, the doctor has developed to do that stuff. Also, bar a few phrases, didn't really see much of 13's personality there and it's shame. DT is a good actor, he could pull it off (I mean, he also could've pulled off the outfit but....), you didn't need to do 10 on repeat .

I like rose! But is she 15 cause.... no? Also, how to tell your trans character is written by cis people: 'DiD YOu jUsT AssUMe tHEIr ProNOUnS!?'

Love the starting her business, didn't like that they made Donna a mum who doesn't respect boundaries but still the support and the plushies were cute and I guess being nosy is in character for her.

Meep was cute! Feel like the meep was suitably menacing and it was peak cheese. Also, Miriam Margoles was perfect for the voice. I also love the bit where the meep was clinging to Donna, brilliant. Also, tactically landing in a steel mill and not being really contrived was good! I also loved that 'living sun' hypnosis, it made sense to me. I also loved the cheesy bug things, they we cute as well and I love that they took the time to explain why the cab never got hit properly cause I was wondering.

Also, Sylvia wanting to KO the doctor on site to keep him from seeing Donna... accurate, funny and I wanted her to do it I'll be honest. Saun temple, absolute king, just drinking respsct wife juice. Like, if my partner gave away that much money I'd divource but he's just better than me.

I love UNIT as this alien first responder force, that was neat. I love that they were inclusive to disabilities and the characters were still suitably badass.

I love the (albiet clumsy) trans positivity in the episode. But let's not give them too much credit, the doctor has been trans and trans positive (with timelords mind) since about 2014.

Didn't like the implication that transmascs are inherently more dim/stupid than transfemmes. Also, that is literally what they said because the text was literally 'if you were female (still a woman) presenting, you'd understand'. I won't lie, as a transmasc person, it kind of hurt. I feel like we should be past the feminism that drags men instead of uplifting women but yeah.

I feel like they undercut the tradgedy of Donna's sacrifice by having her just... be alive. I get she... shared?... the metacrisis but it kind of ruins why Donna was such a tragic figure in DW. Also, gee DoctorDonna, why didn't you just think 'get rid of it' before? Could've saved a lot of trouble. The cracks through London just kind of disappearing when the ship was stopped was wierd but I get it, they need to move onto other things and that would be too big of a distraction.

Also, they're going to visit Wilf yay! Why did the TARDIS redecorate? Why did you then give a workable reason why she would need to reconfigure immediately afterward? I love the design, very retro but again, felt a bit contrived.

All in all, a cheesy, old nu!who episode vibes (I clarify, not my thing) that has some great building blocks and despite the problems, I am looking forward to new episodes to come!

[lunammoon]

I love how you implied that throughout the Entirety of Series 5, Amy thought The Doctor and Marion were in a Will they Won't they situation.

I really wanna see how that Affected her Actions.

And I kinda Hope you delve into Trial of a Timelord, where The Doctor went "If I Wanted to take down Corrupt Civilizations, I should've stayed Home!", with Marion doing a Whole Reason You Suck Speech to the Judges as a representation of the High Council.

That whole area of media 2010s-2016s ish was a period in which a lot of mainstream media hadn't caught up to the fact that gay people wanted to see themselves represented and ended up doing a lot of ha...maybe...but they say they don't like each other like that...but maybe....(<-the writers have 0 intention of making this an actual couple) Sherlock, also by Steven Moffat is an example of this and so when I was coming up with rough ideas for the various dynamics in different TARDIS teams I thought:

"hey what if a young Amelia spent her whole childhood thinking the man and woman she met were a couple and when they weren't kept trying to get them to see that they were the ones for each other even though neither was interested in anything romantic or sexual with the other"

Her flirting with the Doctor is to get Marion to react while Marion’s main reaction is "Hey? Rory deserves better than that."

So a subplot of season 5 is Amy (and Rory to a lesser extent mostly from being dragged along) is trying to get The Doctor and Marion together with the two of them being varying degrees of oblivious and apathetic.

The joke is that I'm straightbaiting or at least Amy is being straightbaited. I would hope the audience would understand what's going on.

On the topic of Marion and Gallifrey.

Have you ever had a friend, who every now and when would causally give anecdotes about their family, and you never really said anything, because their anecdotes paint a really concerning picture about their homelife, but the tone of voice in which they tell you this clearly thinks that they think what they're telling you is, like, not normal EXACTLY but not so out of the median range of familial behavior to be worth getting upset over and you don’t want to ruin their day, but when you happen to see their mom in public you don't say anything but are visualizing blowing them up with your mind? Maybe you want to tell them off but you don't want to make your friend's life hander.

This is how Marion feels about Gallifrey.

That's not to mention I'm pretty sure Tectun triggered the Flux bc the Doctor found out so Marion’s eventual blow up is less a furious stream of consciousness as she is wont to do and more of a series of very clipped very angry sentences.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Sending hugs always!

🤗 - A warm hug

Did you really expect anything else?

Please and thank you!

:3 yay! excuse to write donna fix-it fic lol

The Doctor left Donna behind, but not without a way to contact him if her family needed to. He couldn’t just- If he was wrong, if he hadn’t saved her, he needed to know. A single cellphone number crossed the void of time and space to reach back to him, like an anchor he couldn’t bring himself to draw up yet.

His worst fear was picking it up, but he still did before the first ring had even finished.

“Wilf?” he asked, and before waiting for a reply, “Is it Donna? Is she okay?”

A pause that sounded, unlike most empty air, extremely judging. The Doctor held his breath.

“Ask her yourself, spaceman,” Donna answered him. He wheezed like a leaking balloon in response and dropped the phone.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever flown the TARDIS so fast. Donna’s voice was bouncing around in his head, and he could only imagine worse and worse fates for her: her memories returning all at once and burning her out before he even got to her side, or slowly, enough to remember him, call him, and to be dying by the time he made it to her.

He nearly crashed the TARDIS. He stumbled more than he ran out the door, nearly slamming his nose into a fence that he’d landed too close to. Turning, he finally saw her.

Donna Noble. Very alive. Good. Very furious. Not as good.

“Donna-” was about as far as he got before she had marched her way over to him. He barely registered the slap, the sting of pain inaudible under the crashing realization that she was alive and remembered him and how the hell was she doing that?

“You-” Donna raised a finger to jab it into his chest. It wavered before she could do it a second time. Her scowl crumpled. “You-” she repeated, but this time, it sounded more like a sob.

She yanked him into a hug so tight that he could hear his pulses hammering in his ears, and hers beneath that, one human heart beating away to keep a Timelord’s memories inside her. Donna hit him on the chest again, weaker but still angry. The Doctor turned his head to bury his nose in her hair. She smelled different, and he remembered that the shampoo she’d been using on the TARDIS hadn’t even been invented yet. “I said no.” It was somewhere between a hiss and pleading. “I told you-”

“I couldn’t let you die.” His mouth felt numb as he formed the words. “How are you not dead?” He touched the back of her head and her shoulders and clung to her as much as she did him.

“Fish oil,” Donna mumbled. She sounded exhausted. Her nose poked the crook of his neck as she nestled there.

“Fish oil?”

“Stopped me from burning up,” she confirmed. “I told you: I can come up with solutions you’d never dream of.”

And all the Doctor could do was laugh and hold her.

[unboundtravels]

𝙐𝙉𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘾𝙄𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙈𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎 | @resolutepath

The Gemini Space Station. A repository of information long abandoned by The Genius Society. Damage to the systems had left the society's information locked behind inaccessible means, the access nodes corrupted. Extensive work would be required to access them, which wasn't any of The Space Pirate's business. The Captain of The Falcon, Trello, had been commissioned to help break into and protect the station while their employer did whatever it was he was doing. Trello never liked to judge... but... Timelords. They were strange folk. Particular. He'd heard what he thought were exaggerations throughout the cosmic whispers, but now that he'd had first-hand experience... he could confirm. They were strange​​​​​​.

"Now," Trello began, "I know you said not to disturb ya, but I mean it— This is worth it. We found this little scamper back in the cargo hold." The Captain spoke as he moved to scan one of the reprogrammed keycards that had been given to him by their employer, "He says he ain't got no one with him, but my boys say they saw some Purple Minx nearby." The Captain informs him as the doors slide open. 

He's being kept in the chair, handcuffed to a control console. A new body, a new face... but that's him. Wearing a blue cotton coat-trailing down to the knees, baggy cargo pants, dusty white sneakers, and a brown waistcoat over a grey T-shirt. His long scarf hanging down at his knees, swept over his crossed legs. The man, with silver hair and bright blue eyes, meets the gaze of the visor employer.

"Oh, and now things start to make sense—" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 grins, "Trello... Do you have any idea who this is?"

[smargardinemind]

No wonder his daughter ran away....

Cuz she faked her own death and I never got why but ohhhh now I do. This man could have entire generations of family currently in the universe he's in but he's never gotten over the trauma so why re traumatize someone who made it clear what their boundaries are.... now making me wonder if she's the founder of a planet or race of people we'll run across later.

Sidenote: I really wish the doctor would get therapy cuz it's so clear he needs it and has for centuries and since the timelords are gone for most of that there's no one to call him out on it but for real dude get some help. You don't have to have more kids but that war time trauma is eating the doctor alive in more ways than one.

Which makes his companions jobs only more difficult. Also. Why does the doctor need humans to act as guardrails? He must not be as advanced as he thinks he is, I mean, dude can't even fly his tardis without the tardis helping him along the whole damn way.... is the doctor just a really, really dumb timelord? Like he's so stupid that would explain why every time he has an idea the other time lords are like "NO THERES NO WAY THAT IDIOT KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT THIS". And they only seem to promote him begrudgingly. As necessary.

Cuz they reject him every single time and they must have a good reason for it.... is the doctors so stupid at time lord stuff he's actually the best for catching the unexpected errors cuz what he expects are the only things that the time lords will never catch?? And also, because he's a stupid time lord he's more open to other species and how their intelligence works because he's always being rejected by his race for his stupidity? So being stupid as a timelord allows him the ability to save all species including timelords because he's open to them all instead of judging their intelligence?

Thus demonstrating why in darwinism YOU KEEP THE OUTLIERS AROUND.... when life gets unexpected you need those you overlook and think are stupid are actually.... necessary. And not stupid.

Please doctor who, get some damn therapy. And accept that because your whole planet routinely doubted you, you are able to see what they cannot. But you're not perfect either. None of us are, but you need therapy cuz you seem to think you have to be. It'd be easier to accept loss if you didn't think you were perfect.

My children. My screams. I could not save you, little ones. Such pain. And yet, still, still I am not brave enough to die, to let go of this wretched life. I will endure, but no more babies. I cannot, will not, suffer such heartbreak again. From now on, it's me against the world.

[incangencence]

" i'm here to listen, not judge. " she has glasses & a notepad.

[therapy sessions || accepting]

“See, you say that… and then you’re going to hear what I have to say, and then you really are gonna judge me, or think I’m completely mad, or needy, or some… total waste of effort, and you’re going to leave-…” Gene trailed off, playing with her fingertips, as she avoided the timelord’s gaze. “… but… you are also the only person in the universe I’d call a friend… but that’s-… a whole other thing…”

She was quiet for a moment, silently searching for the words.

“… I haven’t um… been… settled. In any one place. With any one person. … since I was fourteen. … I ran away from home when I was just a kid, and no one ever came looking for me, so I’ve just-… been on my own. Since then.” Gene swallowed hard, forcing herself to take a deep, slow breath. “This is… hard for me. Being here. Not cause I don’t like it, not cause I don’t enjoy being around you, I just-… I’ve just got this… instinct, you know? To cut and run before you do. Cause it’s never gonna last. And if I’m gonna end up on my own-… And you haven’t done anything, I know that, but sometimes I just get so filled up with panic… like if I don’t run now, I’m just gonna blow up or something.” She let out a frustrated sigh, burying her face in her hands for a minute as she struggled to compose herself.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s stupid. I’m stupid. I KNOW it’s stupid. I-I don’t want to think about it. Can’t we just-… go somewhere? Have a good time? Forget I said anything…”

[how-masterful]

31 Fics Of Fright

Day 8- Slime of the Season

Simm!Master x Reader

Prompt: Slime

Notes: A very silly fic for a very silly prompt, and also my love of Ghostbusters I think I wrote this thing running on the pure adrenaline from the trailer today- who else is excited?

Warnings: None

“Can you see anything?”

Your voice called over the communicator, a silver disk stuck to the side of his jaw. The connection had begun to muffle the deeper the Master had gotten into the old underground station, your voice laced with crackles and pops like an old radio announcer. All that was missing was the transatlantic accent.

“No sign of the bugger yet, how far down does this whole thing go?”

The Master stared into the deep hole, sprawling and descending downwards, a purple mist exhuming from the cavernous drop. The head of security had attempted to scare you with old tales of people falling in and never stopping falling. The Master was utterly unconvinced.

“It likely won’t head into the deeper caves, it’s scared of the mist.” You said from the TARDIS console.

You’d pulled a chair up to the central console, notes and research sprawled across her surface in notebooks and journals, mic ghosting close to your lips as you listened through a pair of headphones.

“You should be able to corner it in one of the adjacent corridors.”

“And what can I do about beating the shit out of it for stealing my dematerialisation circuit?”

“It’s only a child, Master! Plus, it’s intangible. It can touch you-”

“But I can't touch it. Fine, fine. But I'm still going to kill it.” The Timelord grumbled, huffing as he took steps deeper into the tunnels.

“Remember, that transmitter only works once.”

You’d arrived back from your day trip to discover the TARDIS refusing to take off. Not for lack of trying, the old girl wheezing and groaning, like she was dragging herself off the ground and trying to pull herself into the vortex. A furious Master became enraged to find the circuit had been stolen, the inside of the console coated in a thick, gelatinous green gel. You’d teased that slimer had made his way into the console. A single look at the security footage suggested that you may not have been wrong.

“I’m still confused about what we’re dealing with. Slimer wasn’t real.”

“You humans often get inspired by aliens and don’t even know it. Maybe the director saw one, even in a dream, and thought he’d made it up himself. How do you think they made the Xenomorph?”

There was a terrified silence over the communicator, the Master smiling devilishly to himself.

“What.”

“Oh yeah, stay out of the 8th Quadrant of the Mancalar Planes. Also out of West Virginia.”

The Master smirked at the sound of a pen scribbling on paper, approaching the entrance to the side tunnels, torch held tightly in hand. The beam of light bounced against the old subway tile, the ancient language on the wall just out of the field of the TARDIS translator. Judging from the shape of the signs they were directions, and the Master followed as best he could. His boots crunched against the filthy floor, covered in dirt and dust, his coat hanging down to his calves.

“Ok, if you’re at the entrance you should be able to follow the path through to one of the exit tunnels. They were all blocked off years ago but there should still be the atrium… Master?”

The Master’s com had gone eerily silent, beyond the sound of his shallow breaths. You tapped on the microphone, placing down your pen atop the old subway map.

“Master? Are you alright?”

“When you were looking into this thing, what did it say about species size?”

You scoured over the table, picking up a red notebook and flipping across a few pages.

“It says, erm, that they have a relatively big species but often work in families. Or, um, hold on- ah! They can grow up to 8 foot tall, if that’s what you’re after.”

“Right,” The Master continued, voice wavering with odd apprehension.

“In that movie… with the slimer…” He started, swallowing thick. “When they find it in the hotel… what happens?”

You paused, raising an eyebrow, placing down the notebook onto the surface.

“It um, Venkman finds it and he, er, slime’s him.”

“And what makes it… slime him?”

It was more of a statement than a question, but the statement raised more questions within your mind than you thought possible. You racked your brain, trying to remember the scene.

“Oh! When Venkman sees it, and slimer looks at him.”

There was another pause, the air silent as both you nor the Master failed to speak. You could still hear the Master’s breathing, though the sound had begun to crackle once more.

“Darling…” He said quietly, and a chill spread through your body. He only called you darling when something was very, very wrong.

“Yeah?” You replied. You held your breath awaiting his reply.

“It’s looking at me.”

A reply tried to fight its way out, but was beaten to the punch by the sound of the Master’s loud yell. You could hear the screech of another creature in the background of the com, the piercing wail of the receiver making you rip the headphones from the top of your head.

In an instant the com had cut dead, a loud crash sounding behind you. You whipped around in your seat to see the Master materializing inside the TARDIS, the transmitter fizzing and dying as it clattered out of his hand and fell to the floor. The torch rolled across the grate floor, hitting the edge of the steps, just avoiding tripping you up as you ran towards the Master. He was sprawled across the floor, groaning at the impact of his back. Head to toe, he had been covered in the same thick, green slime that had filled the console.

“Oh my god, are you ok!?”

You cried, reaching down to the Master’s side, the Timelord growling in aggravation. You struggled to hold in your laugh at his disgruntled expression.

“Next time,” He gritted, wiping the slime from his eyes and throwing the globs towards the floor. You scrunched your nose in disgust, the slime sticking wet against the Master's clothes.

“You’re going exploring!”

[septicmomma]

A Master in Mourning:

What I love about this Master is that he's totally aimless, after having his entire identity upended, he has no idea what to do with himself. He’s literally born out of self-destruction. Utterly ruled by spite and hatred, which comes to define this specific incarnation.

I view Dhawan’s more manic moments in an attempt of masking self-control. He only fully lets loose of his lunacy when he thinks he’s winning. (Plane scene, Rasputin dance, Cybermaster catwalk) entering a showmanship style fit of self-aggrandizing. In spite of that, there’s still a deepened sadness buried beneath.

Even the Master invoking past pleasantries isn't just reminiscence for the sake of it, he requires that sense of normalcy their dynamic formerly ascribed to regain his sense of control. His ability to conceive a future based on the patterns of the past are gone, they can’t help but continually judge their present negatively in order to reaffirm their identification with the past. You can’t use the typical Doctor/Master semantics in this case because this Master no longer views that as their current dynamic, he’s someone who’s actions are informed by how TTC reflects on his entire sense of self, it’s not simply speaking to their base level traits.

 Even when plainly asked what he wants there are a few seconds of hesitation as if he himself doesn’t know. He’s searching, he needs confirmation from the Doctor of what and who he is. Even killing which usually comes second nature to him, he does it out a sense to feel purposeful “it’s like…how would I describe it? knowing I’m in the right place, doing what I was made for” and yet, he’s never looked more sullen and hallow than in those scenes.

 There’s an obvious undeniable shift from having previous Doctors refer to a man as 'The Master' to having a woman doing it, but that’s purposeful It’s supposed to feel uncomfortable. Their most quoted phrase is quite literally “I am the Master and you will obey me” they’re an inherently violatory character. He wants to see the Doctor helpless and degraded, it’s a total power play. He desires affirmation in the context of his identity being upended, so he falls back into old habits to regain that sense of control.

 13 is also clearly not nervous or passive during it. She's rolling her eyes with a dismissive "can you believe this guy" kind of look. she's still able to maintain her agency given a few moments later she's regained control of the situation, chastising him about his lack of control over the Kassavin. Seconds later he immediately kneels down next to her, putting them on the same level. Despite his posturing, he's still desperate for her attention, and once he has the Doctor calling him "Master" he's so emotionally overwhelmed he tears up and droops to the floor, breathless and exasperated. They’re almost divorced from the usual formalities they typically display; It balances itself between benign bitterness and betrayed yearning.

Similarly, in his admission of destroying Gallifrey he looks almost on the verge of tears, tired and weary.

He crouches down to level the Doctor, as she waits in dreaded anticipation of his explanation, only to be hit with rage and sorrow. He stands assertively, presenting his dominion over the situation as well as the Doctor. “but why would I make it easy for you, it wasn’t for me”.

 

For a character whose one of their most defining traits is clinging on to life by any and all means necessary, his sudden change of perspective in the Spyfall clearly communicates something isn’t right which is further expanded upon during The Timeless Children/The Power of The Doctor. In those stories we essentially see two people going through an identity crisis where one learns to let go of the past and the other continues to slip deeper and deeper into their own delusions.

Looking at the next logical step of 'I want to be the Doctor's friend' with the catalyst of the Timeless Child reveal. Resuscitating Timelords as Cybermen not just to rule over the universe, but to lord over the Doctor how he’s twisting her “creations” into warped despots, rebuking his hatred into an undying force of nature. During their “final” confrontation in TTC he continuously urges her to “Become death. Become me” taking into consideration his suicidal thoughts before their interaction, his demand could be read as a “mercy killing” he’s too cowardly to outwardly kill himself, but if he can barter the Doctor into doing it for him then that’s a decision he’s willing to die for. He wants to bring the Doctor down to his level morally and to be on her level literally, by being the very genesis of a species.

Even the simple visual metaphor of the Doctor being shrouded in light while she looks down on the Master highlights exactly how he views their dynamic now. It's less about him wanting to be the Doctor, and more that he doesn't want to be the Master. Especially taking into consideration the factors that lead towards Missy’s death. Holding onto the facet they once were because they can’t cope with the feeling of what they’d be without it, exemplifies their co-dependency on the Doctor a lot more poignantly without having to verbalise it so explicitly through exclusive callbacks.

 It's frustrated me how people infer Missy's ark as a 'redemption' when her ark is presented as more of the hope of a possible redemption which makes her death that more tragic. Missy’s ark is very much a one way street that can ultimately only end in failure as by their very nature they’re simply incapable of committing to changing themselves for better as marked by her particular exit, so they resign to the fact that this is how they’ll always be. Under 12’s strenuous parameters she could never realistically achieve her goal of acquiring friendship, all she's done is create a cycle where being “good” starts with murder which especially in the eyes of the Doctor is not a good thing. Even without TTC Dhawan couldn’t have been anything more than an emotional trainwreck, coupled with the irony in it being a literal death of her own making. She gave her life for the Doctor “without witness, without hope, without reward”, only for the Master to find out his continued existence is a mire product of the Doctors being, falling back into his deep seeded self-loathing. The way I see it the Master has always been on this blackslide, and the TDF is a story where they fully concede to that principal. The line “this is our perfect ending” embodies this sentiment the most, Missy is continuously coerced into regression until she finally does it, not out of a desire to but ironically enough, choosing to stand by the Doctor. The Master is permanently doomed to repeat the same cycle of self-destruction. No matter how hard they try to change themselves, they’ll always be their own worst enemy.

[noforkingclue]

Can you please write a Dhawan!master fic using the dialogue "I am The Master and YOU WILL OBEY ME!"

Of course I can anon! Hope you enjoy!

Title: Not the End

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You jumped when you heard the banging at the TARDIS doors. The Doctor had asked you to remain in the TARDIS during this trip to keep an eye on the monitors and to be honest you weren’t exactly complaining. You had your mobile nearby to inform the others of any changes and your hand hovered over it when you heard the noise. Eventually you sighed and lowered your hand. It was just in your imagination.

“If you say so, human.”

You let out a cry of shock and you heard the Master chuckle from behind the door. You grabbed your phone and backed away from the door as the knocking started again.

“So are you going to obey your Master,” he said, “And let me in?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’ll me a lot more pleasant if you do as I say.”

You took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes. Maybe this was why the Doctor wanted you to stay in the TARDIS, so you wouldn’t have to face the other timelord. Did she know that he was here? Did she know what happened between you? When you opened your eyes you glared at the door.

“No,” you said, “I won’t open the door.”

There was a beat of silence before the Master started banging on the door again.

“I am the Master,” he spat, “And you will obey me!”

“No,” you backed away until your back hit the console, “Now leave before I call the Doctor.”

The Master let out a bark of laughter.

“Do you really think she’ll save you?”

“Yes.”

“Then why haven’t you called her?”

You hesitated. You didn’t know why. Part of you was screaming to pick up the phone and call her back but the other part was telling you to wait. To show the Doctor that you could handle this on your own. That you didn’t need her to come running back every time you were in trouble.

“Because you like this,” you heard the Master tap on the TARDIS, “You want my attention. You want me to come and find you.”

“No I don’t.”

“You don’t need to lie to me,” he continued, “I’m not her. I won’t judge you for the things you want. For the people you want. So admit it, my precious human, admit to who you want.”

Oh you wanted to, you craved to, but you couldn’t. You closed your eyes and turned your back on the door. You trailed a finger along the console and thought about how easy it would be just to open the doors and run away with him. But you knew that it would never happen. You’d never again feel his lips against yours, his beard scratch against your cheek as you heard his breathy chuckles ghost over your ear. How he’d press against you in dark corners and whisper filthy things to you and how that made you weak at the knees.

And how that could never happen again.

“You should leave,” you said quietly, “Before I call the Doctor.”

You could hear your voice crack slightly at the end and you quickly coughed. You knew that the Master would’ve heard it and he sighed.

“Don’t think this is the last time we’ll talk,” he said, “Eventually you’ll open back up to me.”

You remained where you were until the Doctor, Ryan, Graham and Yaz burst back through the TARDIS doors. The Doctor gave you a curious look and you quickly tried to cover it up. You knew the she suspected something but she couldn’t find out who you were talking to. None of them ever could.

[cosmikazie]

REDOING THE CHRONICLES IN SPACETIME MASTERPOST BECAUSE I MESSED UP LAST TIME

still don't know how you delete images on mobile, will never forget chert baby

Chronicles in Spacetime (or CIST as I usually abbreviate it) is a story that takes place across all of time and space, hence the name. It follows the adventures of a young Timelord by the name of Gilligan, who travels across the cosmos in a salvaged TARDIS. During his journeys, he learns more and more about the Time War that ripped his life apart, as well as more about himself.

As the greatest conflict in the universe’s history hit Gallifrey, Gill escaped in a Type 56 TT Capsule and left as his world disappeared seemingly permanently. Ever since then, he’s been trying to find a place where he fits in, to little avail.

As time went on, he started hearing whispers among passersby of the fate of the vanished Doctor, the last hope of the universe. He was assumed dead, gone with Gallifrey and the rest of the Timelords. So he took it in his own stride to do the right thing where the Doctor could not, solving problems and ending conflict anywhere he could, no matter the cost, in his own unique way.

ALLIES, FRIENDS & COMPANIONS

Elliott: Small, 13 year-old Kobron kid. His family is the richest in the Geode. When Gill meets him, he's rather uptight, rude, and struggles to resist pinching a few pennies here and there. Despite all of this, he shows over time that he still has the desire to make moral choices. He can't stand to see anyone suffering, and will do what he can to help out where he can.

Aster: Tall, early-20's Multeth woman. Works a packing job for the Geode's local delivery service. After a lifelong aspiration to be a legendary athlete went down like a lead balloon, she decided that using her great agility to carry packages was the next best thing. She has an incredibly strong sense of justice, and will protect those she cares about to the final breath.

Solus: Early-20's Purikett woman. Studying in med school, they dabble in tinkering as well, making simple devices and contraptions to give to their girlfriend, Aster. She's witty and clever, and she's also very passionate about what she does. As a med school student, she also has learned to live with less than four hours of sleep per night.

Aurora: 16 year-old Scerpenn girl. The Geode is not exactly known for its diverse wildlife, but Aurora still tries to keep in touch with it. She's a very wildlife-obsessed person, and considers herself to be a self-taught zoologist. In general, they're quite accepting and tolerant, and would rather judge people by the content of their character rather than anything else.

WHO COULD FORGET THE METHOD OF TRANSPORT?

TARDIS - Time And Relative Dimension In Space.

Type: 56

Mark: 3

A "lite" model with no Chameleon Circuit whatsoever. Bigger on the inside, with a good bit of retro feel for the desktop. Can go anywhere in time and space, given the pilot is competent. With Gill, it kinda depends on his current state of mind. Despite being a slightly newer model, it's still a decently-old antique by the time Gill gets his grubby mitts on it.

BUT EVIL LURKS...

Of course, Gill has yet to learn the biggest lesson of all: even with an endearing backstory, or the strongest, most pure-hearted will, the universe generally fails to be a fairytale. The space operas you see on TV isn't always the norm. Sometimes, those who seem even the least harmful or murderous can turn out to be the most dangerous beings in the cosmos.

Keep on the lookout for anything that isn't what it seems. It might just save you your lives.