voidofgallifrey

[voidofgallifrey]

Who hurt you, Doctor? And I don’t mean physically.

Who hurt me?

Oh, that's easy. Life did. The universe did. All those countless years of running, of fighting, of doing what needed to be done, only to find that it never really mattered in the end. The ones I tried to save -- well, they were always the ones who were lost. You think that kind of thing doesn’t leave scars? I’ve learned to live with them. To wear them like a suit of armor, because if I let them in, if I felt them, I might crumble.

But if you want to get specific...

It was the people I trusted, the ones I loved... they hurt me. But I’ll never show them how deep it cut. Never let them see how much it twisted, turned, and burned me from the inside out. They’ll never know. No one will. That’s the thing. You can hurt me, break me into a thousand pieces, and I’ll just rebuild myself. You think you’re the only one who’s been left in the wreckage? You’re wrong.

I’ve learned to be alone. I’ve learned to survive the betrayals. And at the end of it all, that’s the most dangerous part of me. Because when I stop caring -- when I stop needing anything or anyone -- then no one is safe. Not even me.

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Is it true that you’ve erased entire timelines before? 🤔 What makes you decide which ones to keep or destroy?

Erased timelines? Ha!

Of course, I have. It's simple, really. When something or someone is getting in my way, when it's too dangerous, or when I simply can't be bothered to let it continue... Poof. Gone. But deciding which ones to keep or destroy is the real art. It's about balance. Some timelines are so utterly messy that the only solution is to start fresh, to remove the parts that have corrupted the flow.

Others? Well, they're too perfect. Too beautiful. You can’t let those slip through your fingers, can you? It’s all about the game, remember? If the timeline serves me, I let it be. If it doesn’t... I discard it like I do the rest.

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Why do you keep running, Doctor? What are you running from?

You think I’m running?

Darling, I’m not running.

I’m always ahead of the game, making my next move. If you think I’m running, that’s just you trying to make sense of things that don't have to make sense. I’m not afraid of anything. And certainly not of you or your questions.

No... What I’m running from is... all of it. All the things that could drag me back to being who I used to be -- before everything changed. Because if I stop, even for a moment, I might remember what it feels like to care. And we both know that’s the last thing I need.

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If you could get revenge on anyone in your past, who would it be, and why?

Revenge... Oh, it’s so satisfying, isn’t it? You want to know who I'd take it out on? Tecteun.

That insufferable, cold-hearted wretch. She never even cared about me. She didn’t see me for what I am -- what I could be. She threw me away like a broken toy. I suppose I should thank her, though, because now I know exactly what I need to do to them. To everyone who thinks they can stand in my way.

But if you’re looking for something a bit more personal, well, there’s always you, isn’t there, Doctor? Because, in the end, you could’ve saved me. You could’ve made me better. Instead, you ran, as usual. So, yeah. Revenge... That’s just the icing on the cake.

And I love cake.

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Do you think you’ve ever truly been in love, or was it always a game to you?

Love? How quaint.

Yes, I’ve been in love -- more times than I care to count. And yes, I suppose it’s a game, really, isn't it? A game where you give them everything, only to have them either burn you or leave you behind. Because that's what love does to someone like me: it twists you up into something messy.

That’s the thing about love, darling. It makes you weak. And that’s why you can’t ever let yourself get lost in it. Not if you want to survive. You think it was all a game? Everything is a game. A bloody, painful game where the rules constantly change.

So, yes, I’ve been in love. But it wasn’t some sweet, gentle love. No. It was something far darker, far more... fun to play with. And I won. Always.

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The Doctor didn't move. Didn't breathe. Just stood there, watching as the Master -- his Master -- steps off into the void.

And for the first time in this long, tangled, vicious thing they called a relationship, he didn't reach out. Didn't chase after him. Didn't pull him back with some last-minute, sharp-tongued rebuttal. The bond between them was gone, severed like a dying star collapsing in on itself, and in the silence it left behind, the Doctor finally understood what it means to be alone.

He exhaled, slowly, deliberately. Staring at the empty space where the Master’s TARDIS once was, where the universe swallowed him whole and spat him back out again -- because of course it did. Because that’s what they do.

Run. Hurt each other. Survive. Repeat.

“I never forget,” he murmured, the words a ghost of something softer, something lost. His grip tightens on the console. A sharp breath, a flicker of something -- regret, sorrow, rage -- before he smothers it beneath the weight of who he is now. Who he’s chosen to be.

He flipped a switch, eyes forward, jaw set. And just like that, the TARDIS hummed to life, fading into the vortex, leaving behind nothing but stardust and silence.

Koschei really and truly considers the question. It's more a cruel taunt, he knows, but his brain, ever wired to sing at pattern and to take rhetoricals seriously, hypotheticals as challenges, adheres stickily to that taunt, and he actually thinks about it.

His left, favored, hand trembles. He doesn't dare reach out.

"Hnn-no. Nope! N. No. Would be like me, wouldn't it? Consistent with prior behavior. Missy to Clara, in the Dalek suit. Saxon and Martha Jones and the Valiant. Yeah. But no. No, it's worse."

He tilts his head back. He combats a violent storm-surge of emotions, which change so quickly that he can't grasp at any individual one quickly enough.

"I was you and you were me. Long time ago, for you. For me, last time I saw you. We inhabited the same body and mind. We came apart, you evidently bigenerated down the line, as a consequence. The consequence for me....The separation now is...."

Unbearable. Like experiencing my own death, over and over.

"Well, physiologically and psychologically, it's...it's not enviable. But you see, you always leave, always have. You fell in love again, always do. Those things....I'm very good at surviving pain. But indifference. Indifference haunts me. When you were blonde and little, and you hid your true nature behind whimsy, and you walked away from me...when I made sure we'd die together and your last true love, Yaz, carried you away..."

I suppose you thought you were retaliating. For what you thought Missy did on Mondas. The basest and most bizarrely human of pettiness, a child pinching his schoolmate back, in equal measure, at recess.

You were abandoning me to die, right back.

"....Thete, did you ever figure out what really happened to Missy? To me?"

Will knowing even save us?

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I mean, he is a villain/dark version of the Fifteenth Doctor, so... 🤷🏾‍♀️//

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The Doctor’s expression hardens, a bitter laugh escaping their lips as they stepped back, an uncomfortable silence settling between the two of them.

“Missy… that was a complicated mess. You and I, we’re just tangled in it. What happened to her, to both of us… it’s not something I can fix, no matter how much I wish it were.”

Something about them hit a nerve. Their gaze flickered, somewhere between frustration and something else, buried deep. They took a step back, tone growing colder, more distant.

“Knowing won’t save us, Koschei. Not from what we’ve both done. Not from what we are now.”

Again, the bizarre role reversal, as the Master calmly watches his perfect counterpart lunge around the room, roaring his would-be platitudes of self-care. And sanctimonious though they might be, they are true. They are right: love in its best and most ideal form is selfless, a conscious and daily commitment. Such a privilege it is that the Doctor has been able to experience it in such exquisite and diverse forms. Time and again the beauty of his soul has attracted friendship, family, and romance.

But that's just the problem: it is a privilege, to know that, despite your flaws, you are so loved. An all-too-rare blessing. And not even the Master was born seeing a monster in the mirror and vowing that tired credo of the villain: 'If I cannot have love, I want power.' For all the crimes he's chosen to commit, chasing an unobtainable safety over the bodies of others, the Master still did nothing to be left behind by the one person who understood him.

Which brings them--the Master, and that one person-- to the present moment.

"I told you two whole faces ago that this wasn't a game, and I meant it."

He backs toward the TARDIS doors.

"It might interest you to know that no one 'owns' that word, or the concept it represents. And I'll have you know it's VERY weird to find myself the one saying that...."

Dick dickety-dick-dick!!!!

"If you think you deserve your newfound 'happiness,' then I'm just your mad raving, selfish ex and you needn't be so bloody worked up about what I say," and he rolls his eyes and snidely mocks, "Theee-ta Siiig-maaaa!"

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"Yeah well, thanks to the Shattering I've had to grow up fast and know exactly what you were becoming. Exactly who I had to be, exactly what my brothers needed me to be."

The Doctor’s eyes narrow, a flicker of something darker crossing his face as he listens, but he says nothing for a moment. When he does speak, it’s slow, almost deliberate.

“You think you had to grow up fast? You think you know what I’ve become?” He scoffs, voice cold, like he’s trying to freeze the room. “I didn’t ask for this, North. I didn’t ask for any of it, least of all to become the monster you think I am.”

He steps closer, his gaze hardening as he meets North’s eyes.

“Your brothers? You think they needed you? I’ll tell you something… I needed you. But that’s the thing with family, isn’t it? We all think we need each other until we realize we’re just dragging each other down.” A pause, a dark smile forming on his lips. “But go ahead. You want to save the universe? You want to save them? You’re better off not looking at me for help.”

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"Wishing me dead? That's pretty cold." North would just stare at the Doctor, sighing softly.

The Doctor's expression flickers briefly, a trace of something almost regretful before he straightens, his tone sharp.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was that too much for you?” He scoffs lightly. “I’m not wishing you dead, North. It’s just easier when there’s no one left to disappoint. No ties to hold me back.”

He steps closer, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Don’t pretend you don’t feel the weight of everything I’ve done, everything I haven’t done. Family? Ha. We’re better off with distance.”

He straightens up again, voice colder now. “I’m not the Doctor you remember. You’d do well to remember that.”

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What would happen if the Doctor found out that a family member of his is alive out there?

The Doctor pauses, a flicker of something dark crossing his face -- something almost like doubt, or perhaps curiosity.

“Family… alive, you say? Well, isn’t that an interesting thought. I’d like to say I’d be overjoyed, but the truth is, my family -- if you can even call them that -- has never really been my idea of a warm, fuzzy reunion. Family’s messy. It’s full of secrets, expectations, and people who don’t understand you at all, but think they know best.”

He exhales sharply, his gaze intense.

“But I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t stir something in me. A connection I haven’t had in ages -- an invitation to untangle the past, to rewrite what’s been done. And you know me -- I’m very, very good at rewriting things. The question isn’t what would happen if I found out a family member was alive, though. The question is: what would they do once they realize who I’ve become? Because trust me, it wouldn’t be the happy, tearful moment you’re imagining.”

His lips twist into a knowing, almost mocking smile.

"Maybe I'd be intrigued. Or maybe, just maybe… I'd wish they’d stayed dead.”

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The Doctor stopped mid-stride, their back to the Master, shoulders stiff with tension. For a moment, the only sound is the faint hum of the TARDIS, a stillness so heavy it feels like it might shatter under the weight of the conversation.

Finally, they turned, their voice low but trembling with tightly coiled anger.

“Oh, you’re right about one thing, Koschei -- nobody owns that word. Not me, not you, not anyone. But do you know what makes it real? What makes it mean something? It’s the choices you make to keep it alive. Choices you’ve never bothered to understand.”

They took a step closer, the fire in their eyes cutting through the mockery like a blade.

“You think I’m worked up about what you say? No, love, it’s not your words that bother me. It’s your actions. The endless, selfish spiral of destruction you leave behind because you’re too afraid to face what’s inside you. You can roll your eyes and laugh all you want, but you and I both know the truth.”

They paused, the weight of his words settling in the space between the two of them.

“You don’t hate me because I’ve changed. You hate me because I’ve moved on. And that terrifies you, doesn’t it?”

With that, they stepped back, letting the silence linger for just a second longer, until a small smirk appeared on their face like he realised something.

"You're in love with me again, aren't you? And the fact that I was in love with that alien bounty hunter back in 1813 made you want to come back to me."

They then barked out a single laugh and then that started a bunch of laughs -- slightly joyful but also with snide intent -- coming from the Doctor's mouth.

They stood a little taller, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the Master’s words. A grin flickers at the corners of their lips, but it’s not the playful smile they're known for. No, this one has a darker edge -- sharp, almost cutting. They crossed their arms slowly, gaze flicking up to meet the Master’s without hesitation. “Oh, Koschei,” they purred, voice smooth but laced with an edge of venom. “You only know a part of me. The version that... well, you had to deal with. You didn’t think I was capable of this, did you? Of being the one who doesn’t need to play by your rules, who doesn’t bow to your… manipulative little mind games.”

They took a step forward, the distance between the two of them closing, and the intensity in their eyes grows.

"I’m done pretending. I'm not some version of the Doctor who cowers at your games. You want wild? You’ve got it. I’m everything you fear now. I’m the Doctor, yes -- but not the one you remember. I’m the one who will bring the galaxy to its knees… without blinking." The smirk that crossed their face now was anything but friendly.

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The Doctor froze for a fraction of a second, as if time itself had caught its breath. Then, like a storm breaking, he pulled back, his expression a chaotic mix of anger, confusion, and something unnameable flickering behind his eyes.

“A dick? Really? That’s what you came up with?” he spat, his tone sharp but laced with a crack in its edge. “Always the dramatics with you, isn’t it? A crash, a laugh, a kiss -- because you can’t resist turning everything into a spectacle. Well, congratulations, Koschei. You’ve managed to throw me off my stride. Happy now?”

He stepped back, spitting at the ground for a moment and running a hand through his hair as if trying to shake off the moment, to regain his composure. But it was clear the kiss has rattled him more than he wants to admit. For all his posturing, for all his declarations of being done with who he was, there was a hesitation in his movements, a fracture in his certainty.

“Love. That’s what you think this is, isn’t it?” he said quietly, almost to himself, before his voice sharpened again. “But love isn’t a game, Master. It’s not a weapon or a ploy or some twisted justification for your chaos. It’s a responsibility. A burden. And you’ve always been too selfish to carry it.”

He stepped forward again, closing the space between them, his eyes burning with something between fury and defiance.

“So don’t you dare throw that word around like it’s yours to give. Because if this is love, it’s the kind that destroys everything it touches. And I won’t let you destroy me.”

And yet, as he turned away for a slight moment, his steps faltering slightly, it’s clear the words have hit their mark, even if he won’t admit it. Because deep down, beneath the anger and the bravado, there’s a part of him that knew -- knew that love, in all its twisted, painful glory, might just be the one game he can’t win.

They stood a little taller, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the Master’s words. A grin flickers at the corners of their lips, but it’s not the playful smile they're known for. No, this one has a darker edge -- sharp, almost cutting. They crossed their arms slowly, gaze flicking up to meet the Master’s without hesitation. “Oh, Koschei,” they purred, voice smooth but laced with an edge of venom. “You only know a part of me. The version that... well, you had to deal with. You didn’t think I was capable of this, did you? Of being the one who doesn’t need to play by your rules, who doesn’t bow to your… manipulative little mind games.”

They took a step forward, the distance between the two of them closing, and the intensity in their eyes grows.

"I’m done pretending. I'm not some version of the Doctor who cowers at your games. You want wild? You’ve got it. I’m everything you fear now. I’m the Doctor, yes -- but not the one you remember. I’m the one who will bring the galaxy to its knees… without blinking." The smirk that crossed their face now was anything but friendly.

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They stood a little taller, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the Master’s words. A grin flickers at the corners of their lips, but it’s not the playful smile they're known for. No, this one has a darker edge -- sharp, almost cutting. They crossed their arms slowly, gaze flicking up to meet the Master’s without hesitation. “Oh, Koschei,” they purred, voice smooth but laced with an edge of venom. “You only know a part of me. The version that... well, you had to deal with. You didn’t think I was capable of this, did you? Of being the one who doesn’t need to play by your rules, who doesn’t bow to your… manipulative little mind games.”

They took a step forward, the distance between the two of them closing, and the intensity in their eyes grows.

"I’m done pretending. I'm not some version of the Doctor who cowers at your games. You want wild? You’ve got it. I’m everything you fear now. I’m the Doctor, yes -- but not the one you remember. I’m the one who will bring the galaxy to its knees… without blinking." The smirk that crossed their face now was anything but friendly.

The Long Game

Everything is a game, you know. The universe, life, death… it’s all part of the same puzzle, and I love puzzles. I’ve been playing this game for longer than you can imagine, moving the pieces, pulling the strings. And the thing is, I always win.

But here’s the catch: it’s not about winning for the sake of winning. No. The fun is in the long game. The one where you think you’ve got control, where you’re sure you know what’s coming next, and then -- bam -- I throw a curveball, and the rules change.

Oh, I know you think you’re ahead, don’t you? That you’re in charge of your own fate. But I’m watching. Always watching. You’re just a part of my grand design, whether you know it or not.

So buckle up, sweetheart. The real game’s just getting started.

P.S, Don't compare me to the Toymaker, I am not like him.

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I am done being patient with this. You’ve pushed and prodded me long enough. I have been the one to hold everything together while you tear it apart. I’ve let you have your little games, your petty schemes, your ridiculous little plans -- but not anymore. You’ve crossed a line this time. Do you know who you’re dealing with? I am the Doctor. The one who saves the universe, who mends the broken, who always finds a way. But I am done trying to fix people who refuse to learn, who think they can just walk all over the galaxy with their egos and their idiocy.

Do you really think you can keep going like this? You can’t. And I won’t stand by and let you do it. Enough. I’m not just going to sit around and let you ruin everything because it’s ‘convenient’ or ‘fun’ for you. I’ll stop you, and this time? This time, I’m not doing it with kindness. I’m not doing it with patience. I’m going to do it the only way you understand. With force. With consequences. So buckle up, darling. The game’s over.

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The Long Game

Everything is a game, you know. The universe, life, death… it’s all part of the same puzzle, and I love puzzles. I’ve been playing this game for longer than you can imagine, moving the pieces, pulling the strings. And the thing is, I always win.

But here’s the catch: it’s not about winning for the sake of winning. No. The fun is in the long game. The one where you think you’ve got control, where you’re sure you know what’s coming next, and then -- bam -- I throw a curveball, and the rules change.

Oh, I know you think you’re ahead, don’t you? That you’re in charge of your own fate. But I’m watching. Always watching. You’re just a part of my grand design, whether you know it or not.

So buckle up, sweetheart. The real game’s just getting started.

P.S, Don't compare me to the Toymaker, I am not like him.

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(Haha, I’m glad you’re enjoying my blogs! I just love Ncuti's portrayal of the Doctor so much. I had to make RP blogs on it lol)