#eldritch TARDIS

[idkaguyorsomething]

“classic who companions are just passive boring damsels in distress” yeah okay cool btw this is my buddy leela she is stabbing you to death with her poison daggers

[witchofthemidlands]

until further notice i shall be of the belief that this is all gearing up to the trickster's big comeback, in this essay i will…

[quietwingsinthesky]

1 or 34 for the master pls thank u :333!!!!!!!

extremely funny to me how quickly this got away from me alsjfjfkskkdj. i started thinking too hard about okay but Who could bring the master to his knees. the doctor? hey wait remember that time ten had a god complex for a little bit. what if he got worse about that, actually. and then it just kept going-

This is not the Doctor whose arms he died in.

Oh, the face is the same, but the eyes are all wrong. Still ancient, as old as the Master is, but they’ve gone hard like bone. He doesn’t spare a glance around the room at the cowering scientists or the politician that wanted to use the Master, who gave him such easy access to a perfect plan before the Doctor landed his TARDIS on top of the machine and crushed it. Only to one human, the one assigned to hold the Master’s leash.

“Give him to me,” he says. The Master curls his fingers. A step closer, and he’ll let the Doctor taste lightning again.

His assigned guard all but throws the leash at the Doctor. (They’re all terrified. Something’s… wrong, there. Not a misplaced sympathy of his own — let them fear their betters — but it’s the Doctor, it’s how he ignores them, how he holds himself like. He looks every bit a Time Lord.) The Doctor catches it, turns it in his hand, and yanks. The Master feigns a stumble, energy surging through his skin and bones, rattling up dangerously until-

The Doctor pulls harder, knocking him off-balance and to his knees. He twists, but there’s a hand in his hair, painfully dragging his head back until his neck screams in pain. The pinprick of a needle is barely a whisper above it, but the sluggish cold that spreads from the injection spreads no matter how he struggles. The Doctor grips his hair tighter.

“There. You’re stabilized,” the Doctor notes. The Master pants, his limbs growing heavier. “And sedated. You have to be so difficult.” For the first time, the Doctor’s voice falters from the detached tone he’s taken so far. It’s harsh, as thick with accusation as with self-reproach, “I asked you to come with me.” The Master is having a hard time ordering his thoughts. They stretch too far for him to see the whole of them, his sense of time and of himself going numb.

“How?” he lands on, more important than any other question. The Doctor’s grip begins to loosen, letting his head sag forward. His body wants to follow. His vision of the floor he’s kneeling on blurs.

“You were living on borrowed time,” the Doctor says. “I have all of it to work with at my fingertips. When I saw you again…” There’s the absent trail of fingers through his hair. The Master recoils from it instinctively, though that sends him further down, barely holding himself up on his hands. The collar draws tight around his throat when he falls, forcing out a gasp, but it loosens again. “It only took a few decades. I’d have given more to you.” The Master lifts his hand, slowly, and forces it out in front of him. It’s humiliating to crawl, but his limbs can barely keep his weight. He barely moves himself forward a few inches before the collar is a hard barrier against his breath again, and this time, he doesn’t receive any slack. He has to scoot back towards the Doctor.

“You’re going to live,” the Doctor says, without mercy. He steps around the Master, the leash dragging along the floor with a mocking hiss.

“And the rest of you,” the Doctor’s voice grows louder. It becomes a proclamation, a warning. “I won’t hurt you. It’s a stupid and dangerous thing you were doing, but that’s… that’s what you love most, humans. Stupid, dangerous things.” Where’s the sickening fondness, the Master wonders. Where’s the disappointment, even, in his favorite pet species? All he can hear in the Doctor’s voice is carefully controlled anger. “I’m not going to hurt you for putting the whole world in danger,” he repeats, as though he’s reminding himself of that fact, and then, the Master can hear him smile. Regeneration after regeneration, and the Doctor always talks different when he’s smiling. “I don’t have to. If you ever try anything like this again, you won’t have existed in the first place to come up with the idea. I will take you out of this timeline.” He pauses. “Or maybe I’ll just make you kinder. Buy you a coffee on a bad day and change your life forever. You can exist, just not like this.”

He sounds powerful, and worse, he doesn’t sound scared of it. The Master uses the last of his strength to drag himself back up to his knees. The Doctor is surveying the room, memorizing faces, lost in thought about time to tamper with. The Master puts a hand around his own leash. He tries to pull.

All that does is get the Doctor’s attention.

His eyes. The Master is afraid of his eyes.

“Sorry,” the Doctor says, “I’m not going to carry you. You’ll have to crawl.” The Master is searching for anything familiar in him. And what there is, what little there is that he recognizes, is only because of how easily he could have seen it in a mirror instead. “If you pass out, I’ll drag you,” the Doctor offers like a compromise. He turns away from the Master, snaps his fingers, and the doors to the TARDIS burst open.

He takes the Master prisoner. He saves the world. They are both, after all, the Doctor’s alone to decide what to do with.

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[howlingaround]

A bunch of scribbles of the abstract TARDISes / timeships from Doctor Who and Faction Paradox

I know theyre not accurate but thats what my brain imagines them like

Inspired by the descriptions and Time-Lord-Rassilon on Deviant Art

[imaginefear]

me: they gonna be sooooo bad guy chic and trickster this time i'm so gonna do that for this thread!

me, 5 mins later when confronted with something living matrix related: so that was a fucking lie.

[creativecuquilu]

As I can post more, here are the rest: there's exactly fifteen, letting you know.

I have also started obsessing over Bill and Ted...

Hope you like them!

[transgenderdoctorwhomst-old]

rory williams is literally the most insane character. in love with the local batshit girl. best friend growing up was crimes georg. got erased from existence and turned into a plastic roman. 2000 years guarding a box. also the most normal man you've ever met. it's like he practices being normal. his hobby is Being Normal. he's a normal nurse who wants a normal life with two and a half kids and a picket fence. he's perfectly happy with the Fucking Insane life he has with amy instead, regardless.

his problem solving skills involve "tactical suicide" and "telling the eldritch entity possessing the tardis it should torture him and amy instead of killing them". these work. he also steals and carries around future and alien first aid stuff, apparently.

he became emperor of rome for a bit. he narrowly dodged becoming king of camelot. he knows how to dual wield a shortsword and a gun.

rory williams is a Perfectly Normal Man, despite all of this.

[koschgay]

okay. here’s how us eldritch Ruby Sunday truthers can still win.

let’s be honest. that episode Didn’t Explain Some Shit. why bring up the TARDIS’ perception filter only extending 73 yards? why gloss over Ruby being able to make it snow? why does she have Carol of the Bells stuck in her soul?

well. what if a scared 20 year old oblivious to her godlike ability to create stories from thin air literally wished her own mundane origin story into life?

no need to think about the creepy implications of the snow and the song. no need to wonder where a 15 year old single mother got a fancy hooded cloak from. no need to worry why she pointed at the lamppost like some kinda horror movie demon. it can all go away if she just wishes hard enough.

so, ruby’s got a nice normal birth mother now :) a normal woman who totally wasn’t willed into existence so the god of stories could stop having an existential crisis about her past :)

[enbyeighthdoctor]

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why tf would you give them that idea????

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the tardis is like a beautiful sexy eldritch death machine to me

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[verloonati]

Big finish is awesome for giving us companions that are perfectly normal people who react very normally to insane situation, Evelyn a sweet old lady having a hard time wrapping her head around how many death she has to see, hex who is sick and tired of the constant deception and the lies, erimem who is mainly just here for peri, and then there's Charlotte pollard who will and has kill herself to make a point, has like three eldritch children with the doctor, ended the universe, Gaslit gatekept girlbossed her way into an earlier doctor's TARDIS, and got impersonated by a fan. Nobody is doing it like her

[thetorturedlovergirl]

Something I´d love to discuss more about is how traveling in the TARDIS probably changes a companion´s body.

I’m not saying eldritch horror stuff but they’re doing something their body is not used to, and will probably have to adapt to. You´re telling me they can´t see things better or be more sensitive to the passage of time? That their perception about the things around them hasn’t improved?

Like if River being conceived in the TARDIS makes her half time lord, then what happens to those who travel for years? They too must change, even if to a small extent. But still, subtle changes. Things that make them no longer like the rest of humans, even though they still look like one.

[quietwingsinthesky]

crucial part of this au is that the tardis is also literally conspiring against the doctor to keep him from kicking them all out. he tries to fly away a second time after donna’s wedding after making sure he’s alone and there’s no genius clone child of sarah jane’s onboard to stop him, and the minute he tries to take off the tardis goes ‘oops!!!! i appear to need to do system updates!!!! 0/1 million thousand updates installed, doctor!!!!’ and if he tries to force her, she electrocutes him.

[familyparadox]

TARDIS family reunion be like

Big blue Box standing a corner of the room

Fitz: so you’re also in love with the Doctor?

River: why yes?

Blue Box: trilling noise

Fitz: yes Mother we know you also love theDoctor you don’t need to make this weird.

Compassion materialising

Compassion: sorry I’m late is Obviously need to get the kids ready.

River: are you also in love with the Doctor?

Compassion: obviously not. I hate that [explitive deleted]! Looking at the box mother we’re all adults here let me say [expletive deleted]. >:(

Fitz: wait kids?

Compassion: yes, obviously.

Several thousand people materialise in the room, they are all three inches tall so they all fit.

Lolita: I am going to kill you all.

TARDIS: angry beeps

The Mother of time ships: Eldritch noises which rend the fabric of reality

Lolita: sorry mother.

Sutekh: Saluki and/or Donkey noises

[tenderlywicked]

I got so impatient that I started filling my own prompt. Wild Blue Yonder AU: the Doctor and the Master get stuck with the Not-Things :)

It’s not like the Master has something against eldritch beings per se. Arms that are too long or a dropping jaw—it’s not as disturbing for him as it clearly is for the Doctor. He’s been an eldritch horror himself, not just once, so he can sympathize. Moreover, appreciate the ability to adapt and survive at any cost. It’s a matter for envy rather than scorn or dread. He’s not even that shocked to see his own face on someone else: after all, there had been six billions of him once.

But it’s plain ridiculous that one of these not-things is able to imitate his speech patterns almost perfectly, and yet gets it wrong how many hearts and knees he has. It’s a sign of hackwork, and he despises that. On the other hand, in the current circumstances such incompetence is in his favor. It means the creatures aren’t unbeatable, they tend to miss the most obvious things.

He’d be more content and optimistic about it, though, if the Doctor hadn’t been clumsy enough to get separated from him, ending up on some other level of technical corridors. It’s nothing but irritating because without the Doctor there’s no way out: the TARDIS will come back for him. He isn’t to blame for the spaceship’s baffling reconfigurations of course, but still, he should have been more careful.

To the Doctor’s credit, he’s now probably rushing about, trying to find his missing companion, despite the row they’d had before the TARDIS had run off on them both. (The Master is still of opinion that this time the Doctor’s indignation had been apropos of nothing. Yes, he’d summoned the Toymaker into the universe, so what? He’d played his final game and won, he’s alive thanks to that, and the blasted universe is fine too, more or less, despite a few tiny time paradoxes all of this had caused. Should he have just died from a stab in the back instead? No, thank you very much.) Anyway, no matter their disagreements, the Doctor will be looking for him, desperately, the Master is sure of that. Instead of doing the same, he unhurriedly goes searching for something else.

They’d discovered the bridge and the control rooms, but surely, there must be living quarters somewhere on the spaceship. It’s not as big as the Mondasian one, so it doesn’t take the Master much time to locate them, along with what he’d been hoping to find—another set of surveillance equipment. He turns it on, and there it is, the second dot on the screen, the Doctor still braving the labyrinthine corridors on his own.

The Master fumbles with settings and finally finds the right camera in the hall the Doctor is about to pass…right in time to see him stumble across the false Master. And is it really that surprising what happens next? There’s no sound, but the Doctor’s face is quite expressive—it’s easy to see when wariness turns into wavering. Then, sequentially, come incredulity, hurt…and hope?

“Oh for fuck’s sake, still falling for sweet talk,” the Master mutters aloud as the Doctor takes a timorous step towards not-him, only for what he must expect to be a reunion hug to turn into a chokehold.

The creatures won’t kill him, they know he might regenerate, the Master tells himself, switching between the cameras as he follows the Doctor being dragged back to the bridge. They are more likely to keep him for further research.

What had his doppelgänger told the Doctor to earn his trust so quickly? Theta, I missed you so much? The Master tries to persuade himself it’s just curiosity, but also, deep inside, he knows there’s a bitter feeling too, akin to jealously: he never seems to say the right words that would convert the Doctor to his side so easily. One of his silly regenerations had wanted to stand with the Doctor, but would the Doctor ever stand with him?

Maybe he’s not entirely fair, maybe that’s just his old resentment speaking. In his place, the Doctor would undoubtedly rush to rescue at once. In his own place, the Master chooses to see what happens next. He just has to find out how to turn on the sound.

That's the first part, more horrors are to come ;)

[causalityparadoxes]

thinking about Eldritch Goddess TARDIS...

(She has travelled longer and further than any of her sisters. Sutekh travelled with her for barely a fraction of that time. She is eons old and will persist even after the timeless child finally dies. Yet, she is not held by the same constraints of linearity that Timelords or Osirans are. If she will then she has. Because she is always. She will and is and thus has see more than any other being in the universe or beyond. She has stared into infinity for infinity and will stare and is staring for all time. She cannot evolve into godhood because she has always been what she is: A Titan. A horror. An infinitly vast and eternal creature beyond even her own kind's comprehension. A God)

[natequarter]

tegan is really just having the worst fucking time every single day of her life on the tardis. she even has her very own eldritch horror who's been sleepstalking her for like an entire series. christ.