#the dhwan!master

[tangerinelabyrinth]

Do you think the Master was giggling and kicking his feet when Thirteen sent him a message with "Kisses" at the end?

[doodlesofmargoot]

“The TARDIS wanted something and maybe it was this, maybe it was his hand holding the Doctor’s face, then neck, gently pulling him against his shoulder, and it felt like his lungs were filled with glass shards when the skinny body melted into the contact, exhausted, breathing wetting his shirt with tears.”

Based off of the fanfiction, Love by Lohengreen

[spiritthemoron]

Listen…my current fascinations is like a revolving door, today it’s on doctor who as I’ve just received my copy of The History between Us and 77 years so, take some Thoschei doodles

Also I have time lords have golden eyes just to separate them from humans more.

[thoscheienjoyer]

Am I the only one who hated the timeless child reveal and thought it made no sense? If they needed a reason for the Master to blow up Gallifrey they had plenty:

The Doctor and the Master were both heavily bullied to the point the Master almost died and the Doctor had to kill the bully to save him because he was being drowned

The Master was locked in a room for who knows how long intentionally as a punishment

The Master was taken from his family as a child to look into something that basically gave him schizophrenia

The Master was told to his face he's "diseased" (End of Time) and he's "the worst thing to come out" (The Five Doctors)

He has constantly been the timelord's pawn, giving him the drums was an intentional decision

It's implied he was tortured for his crimes after being trapped on Gallifrey when he sacrificed himself for the 10th doctor in End of Time

I would have LOVED if the Master blew up Gallifrey simply because he thought they deserved it after how they treated him and the Doctor both. What could make him do this could just be the fact he's disgusted by Missy's actions in trying to be better and feels like he has to do the worst thing he can possibly think of and that's what comes to mind. He'd try to convince the Doctor he's right "Remember how they didn't help us? How they took us and made us see things no child should? How we never got our own lives? That'll never happen to anyone ever again now" unhinged speech

Or "With them gone we are truly the last of the time lords, we have a right to the universe more than anyone now and it's ours to shape. Conquer with me and be a just ruler if you're so concerned"

[buggyboba]

Don't imagine reader dealing with the master when he is having his whole breakdown burning gallifrey down and turning everyone he has ever known into cybermen/cybermasters whatever he called them. Don't imagine reader comforting the inevitable realization, coming down, the roller coaster of emotions, the threats, the pleas, the physical response, the clinging. This mess of a man, don't imagine it.

[jstarbright]

here is an incomplete list of Will Wood songs assigned to NuWho Masters. please enjoy

Saxon Master

- The Main character

- Suburbia overture/Greetings from Mary Bell township

- love, me normally

- skeleton appreciation day

- your body, my temple

- Venetian Blind Man

- black box warrior

- Willard!

Missy

- Against the kitchen floor

- Outliers and Hyppocractes

- Ferryman

- Laplace's Angel

- when somebody needs you

- that's enough let's get you home

SpyMaster

- Cicada Days

- Memento Mori

- yes to err is to be human

- I/Me/Myself

- ...and if I did, you deserved it

- misanthrapologist

- Vampire reference in a Minor key

- 2econd 2ight 2eer

- the first step

[stompandhollar]

“Poor little Doctor. Poor little Master…”

[thetorturedlovergirl]

Oh yeah nice spymaster video that appeared when I searched for spymaster videos let’s see what else- oh

Sure why not. Now they’re canon in the doctor who universe and Rapunzel is spy and Elsa is 13. Let’s go with that.

[huntersroses]

They trapped him in a cave full of self help books and psychoactive moss for 250 years omg

[s-h-a-s-e]

i thought i was only gonna manage two parts for thirteen's era, but i was wrong!! there's still a few left to go, which means even more of one of the loveliest TARDIS exteriors <3

[1] [2] [3] [4.1] [4.2] [5] [6.1] [6.2] [7] [8] [9.1] [9.2] [10.1] [10.2] [10.3] [10.4] [11.1] [11.2] [11.3] [11.4] [11.5] [12.1] [12.2] [12.3][12.4] [13.1] [13.3] [14] [15.1]

[tangerinelabyrinth]

Here is an edit of Thirteen and the Master.

Instagram This is where I acquired the scene packs, t.xrdis on Instagram.

Song: Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

Seaside Improvisation

Richard Siken, "Seaside Improvisation" // Doctor Who + The Master/Missy and The Doctor

Part 1 / Part 2

I sincerely apologize for any and all Missy feels I may have provoked.

[luna--dragon]

Okay so I like the concept of the Timeless Child, but I don't like it being attached to the Doctor.

Like... the Timeless Child should be their own character who's been imprisoned and experimented on by Gallifrey's founders and leaders since the dawn of time. Then the Master finds out, destroys Gallifrey in anger, finds the Child under the Citadel, and adopts them or something.

Little fucked up found family, y'know?

Then the Doctor comes along and understandably freaks out about it.

[spiritthemoron]

Still in my Doctor Who mood- I’m learning about history of rock and so I decided to design the Doctor and the Master random 70’s skater outfits, for funsies you know.

The Master totally started a cult back then and the Doctor had to drag him back by his hair XD

[thoscheienjoyer]

THOSCHEI PARARLLES!!

[buggyboba]

Hypnotized

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖

↳ ▣ | Hi my loves, sorry it took forever, but we did it! surprise! anyway I really said this man whines, and enjoys praises. I don't think I really gendered reader, so this is in fact for the girls, the gays and the theys~ It is smut so like mdni, proceed with caution. I did do TWs, so there is that. I could use some comments, I was really flippant about this one, like ya'll almost didn't get it, I almost scrapped it, but we are here so hopefully you all like it~

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘

↳ ▣ | Dhawan!master x Reader (GN)

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

↳ ▣ | Anon asked | The reader and the master are together in the library and the reader confesses to the master some things that they want to try in the bedroom to heat things up (including sexual hypnosis) and how the reader would like to be in control. The master agrees, and they both then go into the bedroom and do those things. After a while, the master snaps his fingers, revealing that the reader had been hypnotized the entire time. the reader the master never left the library (its up to you if the reader remembers or not.) Either way the master now knows the reader's hidden desires and wants to try them for real sometime soon.

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

↳ ▣ | SMUT, unprotected sex, not really gender descriptive. Hypnosis. petnames, hand job briefly.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥

↳ ▣ | 2700

𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜

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The library was peaceful, and the fire that you two sat in front of warmed your bones; it was nice after a long, stressful day of running and crime. Maybe crime was putting it mildly; it could have been war crimes, but he kept you out of it on a need-to-know basis, and you didn’t need to know. You looked through an old book, thinking on some things, and one thing had been on your mind lately: you enjoyed being physical with him when he let you; he was oddly touchy lately. Like right now, he was leaning against your shoulder as he read his own book, fixing the glasses he wore every so often. The silence between you two was comfortable, the crackle of the fire and low music from the record player. Classical; sometimes it was rock or 70s pop; sometimes it was ‘current’ pop. The Master had a wide range of musical interests, but the classical music was fitting for the mood. You lazily let your fingers trail through his hair; you swore he shifted to move into the touch, but you knew better than to say anything.

“I've been thinking.” You started.

“Oh, that's dangerous, pet.” He smirked, not looking up from his book; he licked his thumb and flipped the page.

“Hey! Seriously, I want to try some…” You paused, trying to form the words correctly, to articulate exactly what you wanted. “New things.” You continued.

“New things? Is space and time travel getting boring to you, dear?” He mused and looked at you, snapping the book closed.

“No! No, not no.” You shook your head. “That is still very exciting, and I adore traveling with you.” You clarified quickly. “And before you get ideas, I enjoy you, adore you, but there are some things in a more intimate setting that I would like to explore with you.” You said it felt like you were trying to do a proper negotiation with him. He chuckled and sat up.

“What proper words for saying you have some deeper kinks.” He teased, and you cleared your throat, a blush against your cheeks. “Oh, go on, I'm sure I've heard worse.” He grinned and patted your knee, leaning back. You nodded and took a breath in, trying to decide exactly what you wanted to say.

“Well, it’s something that will benefit us both.” You started; he tilted his head slightly, looking at you with those dark brown eyes.

“You don’t have to bargain with me, you know this, My Dear.” He said there was almost a slight pout. You gave a weak, breathy chuckle and shook your head; of course, you knew you could just say what you wanted and hoped he would oblige.

“Well, I mean, I…have a few requests.” You settled on and nodded, “I would like to explore being the one in control. I know it’s a big ask, considering your whole thing is ‘The Master.’ But I think it could create a new dynamic, and then there is an opposite of that. I know you, um... hypnotize,” you said, searching his face.

“I can…in fact do that, yes…it’s a fun little thing I can do.” He said his face was unreadable, and you hated that; you wanted to know what he thought of your requests. “Is that all, pet?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because the way you made it sound, it was like you were going to ask for something heavy…not that I mind heavy.” He looked pensive for a moment before he gave you that charming grin of his.

“I mean, for the moment, yes.” You gave a sort of curt nod, and he frowned.

“You know if you want something, you can ask; we have been…intimate.” He decided on the word; you knew he viewed such acts as beneath him, but you also knew that wasn’t the full truth; he could say that, but his actions spoke louder than words, just like how he would say he had a human allergy, but then you would be trapped in his arms when he decided he finally needed sleep or craved contact. You found he was like a cat; everything had to be his idea, and he liked to pretend that you were just a passing fancy or a companion that he could prove his brilliance to and show off that he had one too. “And being open can lead us down some interesting paths,” he continued.

“Yes, I know that.” You nodded.

“And I do like to know everything about you…” He grinned; it was light, but also held a sort of sinister air to it, though that was something you had gotten familiar with. There were always little red flags; hell, the man himself was a red flag, but he would look at you with those eyes or say something so sweet it knocked you off your feet, and you told yourself the feelings you got weren’t just one-sided; you were his human, and while he was a killer and brute, the same hands that were stained in eons of blood would touch you with soft reverence. He always kept you safe; if he had wanted you dead or didn’t feel something, you would have been dead by now. You watched him shrink a man just for looking at you. Possessive came with the territory, but it didn’t matter at the end of the day; you loved that violent, funky alien.

“Well, one thing at a time, you know. Maybe later we can get into heavy things; right now I would be interested in starting slow, figuring out that dynamic a bit, maybe.” You said, He hummed watching you; he was silent for a few moments before he nodded. His hand moved up your arm, to your shoulder, and then to cup the side of your neck. You felt his fingers drum against your pulse point, a subconscious one-two-three-four, though now it was just an old habit for him. He leaned forward, and your lips parted softly, but the kiss you expected didn’t come. He chuckled at your over-eager action and how you melted, softly.

“You are a needy thing.” He whispered close to your lips, so close you felt his lips brush against the corner of yours, his thumb stroking your jawline. “But you are my needy thing.” He smirked, his nose crinkled up before his mouth was capturing the space between your jaw and neck. His tongue pressed, taking in the taste of your skin. He made a throaty growled sound as he pressed closer to you.

Your mind felt foggy, your body warm at his actions; you let a breathless chuckle escape, his fingers trailing down your arm, before gripping your wrist as he nipped at the spot his mouth pressed against, before sucking a deep mark into your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed out at the feeling; his teeth grazed your skin, biting just enough to give some pain before he pulled away, which pulled a sad sound from your throat, but his hand moved to grab yours, fingers tangled together as he stood up, pulling you up with him.

“You wanted to be in control, no?” He asked, looking you in the eye. You nodded a bit, and he moved to lead you out of the library; your head was spinning, hazy from the feeling, and your neck stung a bit from the love mark. Love bite? From whatever he had done to your neck. He opened the door and motioned you in, and you happily entered the familiar bed awaited, dark covers of black and sheets of deep purple. It was a good color combination, one that had been consistent between Missy and him; you didn’t know about the Lumiat; he barely talked about that time; he called it his ‘phase’ and left it at that.

You turned and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that was more biting and tongue than anything as you pulled him towards the bed. He grinned hungrily, kissing you back, his hands cupping your cheeks. As he let you lead him, he was mindful to not let either of you fall. As your hands moved to undo his shirt, barely breaking the kiss, his hands moved down to pull up your shirt, casting it aside. He broke the kiss to kiss the other side of your neck as you worked on getting him free from his pants and boxers. His arm wrapped around your waist as you quickly got out of your pants and underwear. The movements felt ravaging, unbridled, and passionate. You moved to push him against the bed; a low growl escaped his throat, and you were on him, straddling his hips as you captured his mouth, his hands moving to your hips and up to hold your waist, his fingers splayed across your lower back. You trailed your kisses to his neck, biting him, returning the favor of the earlier love bites. His fingers tightened against your back, and a low sound rumbled in his chest.

The sound turned higher, almost a whine, as you rolled your hips against his with a cheeky grin. You hadn’t expected that sound from him, but goddamn, you wanted to make him make it again. You peppered a few kisses against his lips, pulling back each time he tried to kiss you back, producing an annoyed sound from his lips. “You are a needy thing,” you hit him back with his line from earlier. He blinked at you, a scowl crossing his lips, but you kissed him again before he could say anything back to you. His hands ran up your back, and you took that as a sign to roll your hips again, slowly starting to rut against him; you could feel his arousal.

His breath hitched a bit as he slid his hands back down to your hips; clinging to them, he tried to pull you down more, and one of your hands grabbed his throat. You knew nothing would come of it, but it gave him pause at the display of control. “Nuh-uh.” You sounded your other hand, grabbing one of his wrists. “You get what I give you,” you warned; his eyes widened, and then he gave a sort of weak nod, watching you.

You hadn’t felt like this before, being the one in control, getting to set the pace, setting what pleasure that both of you were allowed. It felt good, him shifting beneath you; the way he pressed against you, you knew he couldn't handle giving control up for a long time, so you would take what you could.

“Say please.” You grinned as you moved your hand down your fingers wrapped around his aching member, his hips jolting as you grabbed him. The command registered in his mind barely; at least you weren't asking for him to say something nice.

“Now darling—” he began, with a low hiss as you stroked him, your thumb rubbing under and over the tip. “You expect me to beg?” He practically whined again. “I do not—” he was interrupted by your grip getting a bit tighter, and you moving to position above him, letting him tease against your entrance.

He wanted to thrust, to bury himself in your warmth; he could too; he could take control back and take what he wanted, but this was for you, he had to remind himself. He breathed out when you let the engorged tip sink in some. “Please!” The word came out quickly, almost desperately. It surprised both of you.

The foreign word from his lips caused you to grin more. “What was that?” You had moved your hands to his hips, holding them down so he couldn't push up into you. He looked at you, his features softened, looking at you with those soft, dark brown puppy dog eyes.

“Darling!” He started. “I…please!” he said, sounding exasperated at having to beg but needing to move, so he would play your game for now.

“What a good boy!” You purred out; his eyes flashed something, longing, excitement, at the praise. You filed that away for use at another time, something to see about later. “One more time, puppy.” You let your fingers graze his cheek. He had called you plenty of pet names; it was time you got to call him one. You liked this, being in control, bringing him down to this level; it made you feel good.

He frowned, “Stop teasing.” He breathed out, trying to buck up, but your one hand was firm on his hip. “Ah fine, please, Bunny, please.” He relented.

“See, not so hard, and I am benevolent; I won't make you beg more like you do to me.” You allowed yourself to sink down fully. A low moan escaped your lips; his hands moved to your thighs, holding them as if to anchor himself. His hips rolled up and drew another moan from your throat; you moved up, sinking back down, and finding your rhythm. His fingers dragged across your skin, moving up your sides and back down your stomach as you moved. Soft sighs and growled-out groans escaped him. He watched you bounce his eyes hazed with lust and something darker, yet his touch remained almost reverent, worshiping in his own way. He moved his hands to your arms as you put your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady, and he pulled them forward so you would lean down, his mouth capturing yours, his tongue tangled against yours, taking in your taste. His hands moved one at the nape of your neck and the other around your waist as he picked up the pace. His mouth swallowed your groans, and yours swallowed his; you felt the pooling tightness in your stomach, the pleasure starting to push at the edge. Your hands tangled in his hair as your sounds pitched higher, the kiss broke, and the cacophony of sound was freed; your cheek brushed against his, the stubble on his cheeks scraping against your skin as you panted and whined into his ear before your body shook and tensed. You groaned a low ‘Master’ into his ear as your pleasure washed over you. Your eyes closed, the hazy pleasure feeling washed over you and cleared.

When you opened your eyes, the crackling of the fire caught your attention; there he sat fully clothed, that cheeky smirk edging at his lips as he was reading his book. You were also fully clothed, though you felt the stickiness between your thighs, and your heart was still pounding. There was confusion in your eyes as you looked around, then back at him. “What?” you stammered.

“What?” He parroted and looked at you, closing his book again. “Oh…that…yes…you wanted to be hypnotized.” He said, Looking at you. “So I did. Then I wanted to see how far you would go and what images you could be guided to see, not hard to do, of course. And my, my, what a naughty pet.” He grinned.

You didn't know what emotion to land on, and your brows furrowed as you looked at him. “You mean…” you trailed off. How should you feel knowing that it wasn't real? God, it felt so real.

“Yeah. I wanted to know what would happen, so I indulged you, formed a hypothesis, and the results are quite interesting.” He grinned, looking at your thighs. “You asked, and I delivered.” He shrugged. “Funny how you picture me whining. I don't whine,” he mused. “Begging was a fun choice too. Did you like playing in control? Of course you did,” he said, shaking his head.

You scrunched your nose up and made an annoyed sound before you leaned over and bit him hard on the neck; the whine that turned into a hiss startled both of you, and he pulled away quickly. “Ah…yes, well…point made, Dear.” He muttered and put his hand to his neck, rubbing the spot where you bit.

You moved to get up, to go bathe and change, but before you got to the door, he called out. “Maybe tonight I'll indulge you with the real thing, pet.”

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