zeldathemes
Every beat of my hearts
For two centuries, he suffered, lost to the Time Lock, and it nearly destroyed him. He emerged from his prison a broken, vicious thing. He isn't healed, but he's found his life is not the ruin he expected.

((Singleverse Master roleplay blog. All new partners will be assumed to be mainverse. Please read the about page for any pertinent information. This blog will sometimes be NSFW. It will be tagged accordingly. If you wish to rp with me, please give some indication you have read at least this description and preferably my about page. It should help alleviate any confusion or incorrect assumptions, and I always read the pertinent info any potential partner puts out there. I'd just ask the same respect. Thanks!))

((In the interest of giving credit, the gorgeous artwork for the banner was done by the fantastic artist here))


andromedafound:

anechooffour:

The Master had found himself in a hospital, cuffed to the bed, much to his display. Had he done something terrible? Everything was so fuzzy now, he couldn’t even remember how he’d arrived. Whatever the case, his first plan of action had to be getting out. 

Only, it came back to him in fragments, bits and pieces and not a single one of them pretty. That grey face ruined him in ways the Time Lock and his time line’s Doctor had never approached. He buried his face in his hands, hopelessness returning as his memories slid back into place. 

The Doctor was probably looking for him, and for a moment, that was whose foot steps he assumed he was hearing. It didn’t sound like the Doctor though, not really, and when he saw Andromeda, his hearts clenched in his chest. There was none of the anger he would have once had about being dragged low in front of her, but he was sad and tired, and thoroughly ashamed.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he forced himself to wearily meet her eye. “Please don’t tell him I’m here.”

Andromeda sat down in a chair beside the bed with a lump in her throat, but she was determined not to betray the feelings that roiled beneath the surface. Her lips curved up into a thin, grim smile, and she reached over to give his fingers a gentle, brief squeeze. “I won’t if you don’t want me to,” she said in a low voice, pulling her hand back to her lap.

"It will get better," she continued softly. "I don’t know what’s happened to make you feel this low, but it will get better with time. And you’re not alone. I just wanted you to know that.”

It’s completely instinct to jerk out of her grasp as much as he desperately needs contact that doesn’t hurt. The Master looks terrified and then so very ashamed, turning his head away as he insists, “No. I don’t want him to know.”

For once, he seems to be listening to her, though Andromeda probably isn’t exactly having the desired effect. He tries to smile at her attempts to reassure him, but it comes out bleak and hopeless. In the end, he just shakes his head. “It only ever gets worse. They… I….”

He’s not talked to anyone about it particularly since the moment it happened, not even the Doctor. Everything about it is utterly humiliating though, and the Master scrubs his hands over his face. 

"You know… there are things you expect, and the life I’ve lived… after the Time Lock, there is very little I’m not adept at coping with, but there are boundaries,” he tries, not exactly spelling it out, but trying so hard to confide without shaming himself further. His lips press in a tight line as he turns away. “They ruined everything.”

  #andromedafound  
…The nights disappear like bruises
but nothing is healed….
W.S. Merwin, excerpt from The Asians Dyings.  (via wordsnquotes)
No rebuttals then, Doctor? *its grin is a knife in the doorway, and it drags menacing claws along the field protecting them, even if it can't get through* What must it be like for you? You already have do deal with looking at /that/ everyday, and now he's so frigid you can't even fuck him. Cold wanks in the shower are probably the closest thing you're going to get anytime soon. Actually, never mind the fucking. I'll bet he won't even /kiss/ you now, will he? Such a shame. However do you manage?

Anonymous

andtheywillobeyme:

                            [His hand is back on his weapon, fear catching in his throat when he hears it speak again—They aren’t supposed to be able to get in here—is anywhere safe at all?—and a strange swell of both relief and an almost blind fury hit him simultaneously when he turns around, sure to keep himself between his lover and the creature, blaster ready to fire. It can’t get in, but that doesn’t make it any less awful. The insults and insinuation make him positively burn with rage, and for a moment he’s caught in a fierce dilemma.]

                           [What he wants to do is wrap his fingers around the creature’s throat and throttle it into silence. What he wants to do is to pin it against the grating and fire his blaster through its skull until he melts through the grating beneath. It’s been a long time since he’s felt so vicious, so bloodthirsty—in fact, he’s not sure he’s ever felt something quite like this.]

                           [But this isn’t about what he wants. He has his lover to look after, to keep safe, and he can’t take one step into that hallway without putting himself at risk, and by extension both the Master and their child. He can’t, and so he takes the only option available to him, and slams the door in the creature’s face, breathing heavily through gritted teeth, a snarling, frustrated cry on his lips as he bashes his fist roughly against it, too livid to speak.]

[No protectiveness on the Doctor’s part could erase those words echoing at the back of his mind. It’s nothing he hasn’t thought himself, but to be confronted with it so cruelly tore at his hearts. When it was the Doctor in danger, the Master had been furious and protective. Having the tables turned on him… being the victim was far more unsettling. They’d breached a boundary in their last attack that he’d been utterly unprepared to deal with.]

[Those accusations break his hearts though, mostly because they are so much in line with the Master’s truth. He hates the way the idea of anything remotely intimate sits like rot in his stomach. He aches to be close to the Doctor, to reclaim their life together, and yet every attempt leaves him feeling ill and ruined.]

[He doesn’t apologize, but that’s only because he doesn’t say anything at all. Hearts racing as he’s confronted by the presence of another of those monsters, he frantically reaches for his laser screwdriver, pointing it at the door long after it’s closed. Clenching his jaw, he turns his head away, his hands trembling when he finally brings himself to lower the weapon.]

  #andtheywillobeyme  

andtheywillobeyme:

    /I know./

                           [The Master’s grief is mirrored by his own, if it’s not entirely the same. It’s something he tries desperately to keep from his thoughts, though, anything to keep from making this worse for the Master than it already is. When he hears that particular thought flit through his lover’s mind, though, he’s entirely unable to help the way he reacts.]

     ”Don’t you dare.”

                           [It’s spoken almost without thought, and everything in his mind goes rigid for a brief moment, the words quick and unintentionally sharp as his eyes flick up to meet the Master’s. It’s not anger, exactly, mostly fear that such a thought would cross his lover’s mind, and his grip on his Master’s hand tightens, and where he’d snapped aloud, his mental voice is a little softer, almost pleading as he continues to gently caress the Master’s thoughts.]

     /Don’t you ever wish that. Not even for a moment. I know it hurts, but it’s not your fault. You saved our child’s life. There’s no shame in that./

As argumentative as the Master usually is, he can’t seem to put it to words this time. Somehow, the Doctor’s reassurances only make everything feel worse, because he’s never needed them before. Despite what he faced in the Time Lock, even aboard his TARDIS, he’d always been so confident in his ability to protect himself. Nothing felt safe now. 

/What’s it matter? Putting the blame somewhere doesn’t make anything better. Motive or reason or… a bloody excuse don’t change that I was… that I… I… /

Even in the relative privacy of his mind, he can’t make the right words come. There’s only a wordless cry of frustration. It bleeds out into a weary, dejected sigh as he seems to well and truly give up.

/I'm just tired./

  #andtheywillobeyme  
That's dirty ((As if I could resist))


thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

"I’monna be sore in th’ mornin’.."

 

"I mean I cannae say whit I mean tae say," he explained, shifting in the Master’s arms to get comfortable and close. "I’m not sure th’ right words exist."

These were moments Campbell cherished above all else. Just the two of them on the same wavelength. Sure, it sucked that he felt sad and rather helpless, unable to be what the Master really needed, but this.. it was almost worth it if it gave him moments like this.

Cam clung a little closer. “Love ye more.”

"Oh, I don’t know about that. I gave you a record room," the Master replied evenly, his tone lingering in a confusing space between deadly serious and teasing. He dragged his fingers down Cam’s spine, pulling him close. "I’ll give you a whole planet."

It wasn’t a test, no matter how suspicious it sounded. The Master was simply prone to grand gestures, and he did care deeply for Cam when it came down to it. He didn’t know how to deal with the present problem, except maybe to coax Cam to see the benefits. 

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #valiant!au  

thetruththatshouldbe:

 

The part of Cam that was still angry with the Doctor wasn’t sure what he found worse: that the other Time Lord was surprised or that he felt sorry for him. He didn’t feel up to arguing now, though - they were never going to agree, were they?

Campbell just nodded, cocking his head in a way that would’ve hidden his face, had he still had his longer hair. “‘m nae sayin’ we’re great. Neither of us es, I annoy th’hell outta him sumtimes, an’-” He stopped himself from talking any more. Why was he even opening up to the Doctor? It was none of his business.

"You could be a saint and still annoy him just on account of being human," the Doctor pointed out, trying to offer Cam some perspective. It was such a difficult thing because he had to stop the Master. All existence depended on that, he was sure. On the other hand, he ached for the man he’d once loved, for what had become of the dearest person in his younger life. 

"I don’t know what happened to him. He only ever seemed to get worse with each regeneration. Suppose I used to think he was just being spiteful," the Doctor admitted, not sure what inspired him to share. Well… it wasn’t sharing about himself, not really, and Cam needed to understand the Master beyond the truth the other Time Lord foisted on him. 

"It’s not you. Whatever he says, it isn’t. I don’t think he knows how to be good to anyone anymore."

  #thetruththatshouldbe  

anechooffour:

"Hey now. That wasn’t my fault," the Doctor protested. The black hole honestly hadn’t been. Not that it looked good when couple with the things he had done. The Master had had no qualms with telling Cam all about how the Doctor had offered companionship only to trick him into…

The way the Master toyed with Lucy’s head was obvious. She seemed so weary, and if she didn’t help him despite her own heart aches, he didn’t holds it against her. She was a prisoner as much as he was, though her chains were
Of a different make.

Cam though, didn’t seem to have been coerced at all. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising… That the Master hadn’t forced him to this, or that he hadn’t had to. His expression was sympathetic, because none of this promised to end well for anyone, and it was a shame for someone like Cam to get caught in the crossfire. “You really, honestly love him, don’t you?”

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #Valiant!au  
That's dirty ((As if I could resist))


thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

"I’monna be sore in th’ mornin’.."

 

Campbell swallowed heavily, rested a trembling hand on the Master’s own. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to soothe the Master, or himself, or to just keep that hand there, cool against his cheek.

"Even ef they don’t," he murmured, "or even ef they stop halfway or even ef they’re meaningless, I dun care." Oh, he was just rambling now, wasn’t he. "Eurgh, lis’n tae me.. I sound like a soap opera," Cam complained, pulling away a little. "Words’re useless."

When Cam pulled back, the Master followed, if only because he wanted Cam to stay. It wasn’t the sort of thing he would own up to, but it was true, all the same. “They’re not useless. Words without action are useless, but that hardly applies to yours, now does it?”

Surprisingly, the Master rolled back slightly, mostly so that he could curl his free arm properly around Cam. He didn’t pull his lover entirely on top of him, instead shifting so that Cam could rest comfortably in his arms, head on his shoulder, body cradled against his side. Sometimes, he enjoyed when Cam was upset, but this wasn’t one of those times. This time, he frowned, tilting his head to kiss Cam’s face, and searching for words that would soothe. “I love you.”

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #valiant!au  


The Master had found himself in a hospital, cuffed to the bed, much to his display. Had he done something terrible? Everything was so fuzzy now, he couldn’t even remember how he’d arrived. Whatever the case, his first plan of action had to be getting out. 

Only, it came back to him in fragments, bits and pieces and not a single one of them pretty. That grey face ruined him in ways the Time Lock and his time line’s Doctor had never approached. He buried his face in his hands, hopelessness returning as his memories slid back into place. 

The Doctor was probably looking for him, and for a moment, that was whose foot steps he assumed he was hearing. It didn’t sound like the Doctor though, not really, and when he saw Andromeda, his hearts clenched in his chest. There was none of the anger he would have once had about being dragged low in front of her, but he was sad and tired, and thoroughly ashamed.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he forced himself to wearily meet her eye. “Please don’t tell him I’m here.”

  #andromedafound  
I'll take that as a yes. How's the Doctor dealing with the enforced celibacy then? Bad enough to be stuck with a partner looking like you do right now, but how much denial do you expect him to tolerate, really? Well, assuming he could even want you after you let that thing fuck you.

Anonymous

[His expression screws up with pain and grief and so much shame. ] 

I didn’t let anyone do anything. Just… just leave.

[There’s little conviction in his words. It’s what he’s been thinking, after all.]

  #andtheywillobeyme    #Anonymous  
Well, if being pregnant didn't put a damper on your sex life... I bet that grey face sure did.

Anonymous

Just… Just piss off. 

  #Anonymous  

I know it’s sad that I never gave a damn about the weather
And it never gave a damn about me (x)

My character is being kept on suicide watch at a psych ward. Send me ✃ for their response to your character visiting them.

inboxideas:

submitted by anonymous.

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

The Devil You Don’t Know ][ Dean and the Master

deanthefrickinwinchester:

Dean was completely caught up in what he was seeing. He had no idea what the place was, but there was machinery and wires and mechanics everywhere. The greasemonkey in his was just itching to explore, but before he could do anything, he heard someone coming inside and spun around to see what he suspected was the owner of the place. Spinning around, he raised his gun when he saw what he thought was some kind of weapon in the other man’s hand, but then quickly he noticed something really, really off.

"You’re pregnant?”

Dean immediately lowered his gun, looking at the stranger with wide eyes and complete confusion. Never before had Dean been confronted with something like a pregnant man before, and he was caught off guard. “I, uh… the door to this place… it wasn’t here last night. I kinda get curious when a metaphysical shop pops up out of nowhere.”

`”You’ve invaded a space ship full of technology beyond anything you humans will ever be capable of, and the question you choose to lead in with is about my child?” The Master looked decidedly unimpressed. 

"Ugh, there’s always one, isn’t there?" he muttered, though it wasn’t really a question. "Really, you hide as a shop, the kind people walk by and think nothing of but never go in.”

The Master was exhausted and sad. He was lonely without his lover, but too angry to make amends just yet. Upset as he was, this… human wasn’t a threat, and eventually he lowered his weapon. “Curious or not, I don’t recall inviting you, so I suggest you run along.”

  #deanthefrickinwinchester