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they tell you get where you want to be so i got there broken, on my knees and i realized that there's no way back and you'll damn well die if you don't relax

independent rp blog for the master from doctor who. fc: gemma arterton. follows back selectively. does not accept unsolicited starters.

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It’s been about a year and a half since I started this blog on a whim, and a lot of things have happened in that short span of time. I’ve ended a lot of chapters in my life, and begun just as many new ones. 

Rules:

  • Likes and reblogs both count. You may reblog as many times as you want, but don’t annoy your followers, please.
  • You must be following me to win, and to win any prizes with an actual monetary value, we must have interacted at least once. You may follow and/or interact with me at any time during the duration of the giveaway to qualify.
  • Subsequently, only RP blogs may participate.
  • This giveaway will end on Saturday, May 24th, 2014.
Prizes:
  1. Your choice of: an Adipose plush, the Tenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver, the Eleventh Doctor’s sonic screwdriver, this TARDIS tank dress, or a $30 ThinkGeek gift card
  2. Your choice of: a pair of Weeping Angel earrings, a TARDIS lunchbox, a “You Never Forget Your First Doctor” t-shirt, or a $15 ThinkGeek gift card
  3. Your URL linked in my sidebar and a weekly graphic promo for one month plus twelve icons
  4. Your URL linked in my sidebar and a weekly graphic promo for three weeks plus six icons
  5. A weekly graphic promo for two weeks plus three icons
  6. Honourable mention: six winners will receive one group promo
 The first and second place prizes are valued at approximately $30 and $15, respectively. They may be substituted at the contest holder’s discretion for another prize of equal value if the winner’s selected prize is sold out or changes in price or if the winner wishes to substitute a prize of their choosing of equal value. Prizes will be shipped anywhere shipping is available. Initial price of shipping will be covered by contest holder. Winner is responsible for any cash-on-demand shipping charges incurred. Winners have one week after contest ends to contact contest holder. In the event a winner does not respond within one week, all next place prize winners will move up and a new sixth place prize winner will be selected. This contest may be cancelled at the contest holder’s discretion due to lack of entrants.

byothernames:

She could lie, but there would be no real point to it. There’s no threat in revealing her identity.

"We met once."

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Which reminds her to be annoyed. Not that she needs them now, but she would have had the Doctor’s remaining regenerations and a handful of High Council lives besides, had the Master not crashed the trial and exposed her motives.

"You’ll recall a particular trial on Gallifrey against a renegade in a loud coat which cut my prosecutor’s career quite short." Thanks in no small part to the Master’s tampering in the Matrix.

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"You do loathe to be kept out of the fun, I gather.”

"Ah. Well, now I do recall." The Master sits down and back, crossing her legs and grinning smugly. 

"You made a terrible prosecutor. I mean, tampering with the evidence? Shame on you. A four year old could have gotten a conviction with the real evidence that was already there. Besides, if I was going to be stuck as a social pariah for the rest of my days - well, I was damn sure going to take the whole lifeboat down with me.”

She starts lining up insults in her head, wondering if the Valeyard is as easy to get a rise out of as the Doctor is half the time. The Master dimly recognizes this idea as a bad one, but that has never stopped her before.

a little psa; Even if we haven’t interacted, you are free to respond to any memes I reblog.

AUs I want to do:

  • Pokemon
  • Killjoys
  • a bunch of twenty-something wage slaves with ridiculous jobs
  • legal procedural
  • Star Trek
  • Homestuck
  • there are a lot okay

i am listening to the 90s alternative station on pandora

and wonderwall

fucking

wonderwall

For every ♪ in my inbox I’ll post a song I listen to for character inspiration.

byothernames:

She never would have pegged this one for an Idina Menzel fan of all things. Thoughts of what may happen when she inevitably crosses paths with the Master have been considered, but somehow the Valeyard never considered show tunes.

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"Nonsense, there’s no need stopping on my behalf."

"Hang on."

[The Master prides herself on her cleverness, but the fact of the matter is that she is often painfully oblivious, and being interrupted in the middle of a Disney song tends to make the best of us a little scatter-brained.]

"Do I know you?"

I begin to assemble
          what weapons I can find
     ’cause sometimes to stay alive
               you gotta kill your mind

"…How long have you been standing there?"

[And what the Master really means is, how long were you listening to my soulful rendition of “Let It Go”, because I may have to kill you so this never gets out.] 

hellosweetieyouleftthebreakson:

The Master’s smooth tongue and outright explanation of her effective tactic used to manipulate River intrigued her. For now, she thought, feeling as if giving in to a guilty pleasure, for now I shall follow. With this decisiveness, River waited for the next words, and whatever they may entail, to come from the woman before her.

Now came the tricky part. “If I may make a suggestion, however,” the Master began, “rumour would have it that you enjoy rule-breaking, including the sort of rules that incur heavy legal penalties. Graffiti for fun and profit, impersonating historical figures, theft.” She listed these, ticking them off on her fingers. “Always with some sort of ulterior motive. Enlighten me a bit, and I assure you I will not disappoint.”

"You said you loved me."

notmuchofasoldier:

notmuchofasoldier:

This again. It had slipped, it honestly had, despite the fact Charlie’s ghost was always right there, saying those heartaching words again and again, either when he was thinking it, when someone said it to him, or after. And reminders of it. The Doctor ran his tongue over his dry lips. “Did I? You sure about that?” he managed to mumble, his voice a bit tight.

The Doctor winced at his hand being slapped away, but he didn’t try again. He knew better. Instead, he could only stand there and listen to what the other was divulging to him. And he knew just what she was hinting at. It hit him hard and his eyes dropped and he flinched almost as if she had raised a fist to him. But it was when she said that he hadn’t told her where he was that he looked up, confusion clear on his face. “I sent a message…! The TARDIS, she must have-…” but he couldn’t finish. The TARDIS had been mad at him. For leaving her so long. As it was, he had to fight to actually get back there. His hands moved over his face, his head shaking. Words bubble from him saying sorry again and again, feeling even more ill. 

The Master let him wear himself down a bit more, pretending to be keenly absorbed in her apparent misery. Instead, she listened to the Doctor’s babbled apologies intently, until she judged him to be desperate enough. She raised her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, and watched the Doctor, counting to four. She bit her lip in a measured movement, then held out her hand to him in a trembling gesture, practiced till it looked natural. The Master had sworn she wouldn’t show weakness, but this was a wholly different animal. The illusion of codependence seemed to be working exceptionally well thus far, and exceptions could be made. What use were wide, pretty eyes if not to fill them with crocodile tears? “It’s okay,” she said quietly, her tone resigned.

Who do you think my character would take a bullet for?

inboxideas:

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It’s been about a year and a half since I started this blog on a whim, and a lot of things have happened in that short span of time. I’ve ended a lot of chapters in my life, and begun just as many new ones. 

Rules:

  • Likes and reblogs both count. You may reblog as many times as you want, but don’t annoy your followers, please.
  • You must be following me to win, and to win any prizes with an actual monetary value, we must have interacted at least once. You may follow and/or interact with me at any time during the duration of the giveaway to qualify.
  • Subsequently, only RP blogs may participate.
  • This giveaway will end on Saturday, May 24th, 2014.
Prizes:
  1. Your choice of: an Adipose plush, the Tenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver, the Eleventh Doctor’s sonic screwdriver, this TARDIS tank dress, or a $30 ThinkGeek gift card
  2. Your choice of: a pair of Weeping Angel earrings, a TARDIS lunchbox, a “You Never Forget Your First Doctor” t-shirt, or a $15 ThinkGeek gift card
  3. Your URL linked in my sidebar and a weekly graphic promo for one month plus twelve icons
  4. Your URL linked in my sidebar and a weekly graphic promo for three weeks plus six icons
  5. A weekly graphic promo for two weeks plus three icons
  6. Honourable mention: six winners will receive one group promo
 The first and second place prizes are valued at approximately $30 and $15, respectively. They may be substituted at the contest holder’s discretion for another prize of equal value if the winner’s selected prize is sold out or changes in price or if the winner wishes to substitute a prize of their choosing of equal value. Prizes will be shipped anywhere shipping is available. Initial price of shipping will be covered by contest holder. Winner is responsible for any cash-on-demand shipping charges incurred. Winners have one week after contest ends to contact contest holder. In the event a winner does not respond within one week, all next place prize winners will move up and a new sixth place prize winner will be selected. This contest may be cancelled at the contest holder’s discretion due to lack of entrants.