#lovethellamas

[friendamedes]

so, after reading all your ficlets in one go and absolutely loving them, i'm obligated to ask for one (if you're still doing them that is) : would you consider a 3/dhawan!master (you know i have to ask for this disaster of a time lord) with 99 ?

that’s really how they’re meant to be read, i think. i’m doing them out of order, and i think i’ll find myself a new ficlet prompt list soon. interesting combination!

99: “Would it help if I stayed?”

Note: tbh ive given up on prompts entirely. you get the vibe or nothing at all

The Master hated feeling vulnerable, and being lonely was the worst of all.

It was like somebody had waltzed into his chest and snatched his hearts away, crumbling them into irreparable pieces in the process. It was like tears were shoved up in his throat, exactly where they shouldn’t be. It was like his skin would burn off without a gentle touch or an embrace right that second.

He refused to admit it for days upon days, but he needed the Doctor’s affection.

The Master thought for a long time which Doctor he would steal. He would wipe their memories afterwards, of course, as to not reveal himself before Barton’s plane, but before then… he could bask in the Doctor’s love as strong a dying, burning sun.

The Doctor’s Tenth regeneration was nice and huggable, and as sweet as a young, needy puppy. He would adore the Master’s reciprocated tenderness. But he was also sad and mopey and skinny as the side of a piece of paper.

He missed Twelve nearly every day, but there was a sort of standoffishness about him. The Master knew he could not be the Master around him, not really, so Twelve was out.

Five was pretty but frustratingly prone to passing out like a sickly goat. He couldn’t handle Six like this, and he didn’t feel like debating all the livelong day.

But…

But.

The Master showed up in a field in the seventies, out of hope and out of options. “Hello,” he said, voice shaking, to his old friend.

“Hello,” said the third Doctor.

“I warned you,” said the Master. “I’m different.” He didn’t say: I’m older, or Gallifrey is gone, or I’ve missed you so, so much.

“You are,” said the Doctor.

“Come inside.”

The Doctor stepped inside. The Master hadn’t been sure how to decorate his TARDIS, so he’d reverted it back to its outback form: messy, comfortable, with bonus space to make out.

Because dear, good Rassilon, the Master wanted to make out.

“What do you think?” said the Master, practically quivering in place. “You can kiss me.”

The Doctor laughed. “You haven’t changed much.”

“But you can.”

The Doctor strode forward, picked him up (he had forgotten how tall Three had been. He liked it), and plopped him on the first chair he could find.

“Doctor,” whispered the Master.

The Doctor kissed him.

They kissed until their lips were sore and the only words out of the Master’s mouth were happy little “Doctor”s of content. “I missed you,” said the Master.

“Can you tell me anything about what… happens?”

“No.”

“I know.”

The Master ran a hand through the Doctor’s white curls. “I love you.”

“You’re going to erase all my memories of this, aren’t you?” said the Doctor, and the Master thought he wasn’t tricking himself when he saw more than a little sadness in his eyes.

“Yes.”

“I love you, too,” said the Doctor.

The Master traced a finger down the Doctor’s nose. “Could you… stay, for a little while? Is UNIT expecting you?” Am I expecting you?

“A little while,” the Doctor conceded.

“Could you watch Parks & Rec with me and cuddle?”

The Doctor’s eyes lit up. “You have Parks & Rec? Finally! I haven’t seen that show for years, and Jo doesn’t know it, and the Master didn’t have it downloaded…”

“I have biscuits, too. Real biscuits.”

The Doctor looked all soft-eyed at him and the Master thought maybe being nice wasn’t so bad, after all. Maybe.

[yesokayiknow]

You can't say all that and then not tell us how Clara got her world ending superpowers (and also if this timeline Melody's will be born)

yeah yeah

okay, so, 2 years after the mass breakout, gallifrey finally comes after twelve. and, in the process of taking him, they kill danny.

now gallifrey aren’t expecting missy and clara to come right after them, figuring that they wouldn’t dare without the manpower. what they don’t know is that twelve is somewhat friendly with unit, and even tho they can’t do shit without an excuse (& it’ll take them a few hours at least to falsify one) they can still allow the other 2 to ‘steal’ weapons from their armoury (also missy maybe steals some bodies from their morgue but really they should’ve expected that).

(kate doesn’t think clara should go. she’s only a weak telekinetic with no combat training after all, she won’t get out of there alive. but clara insists, and as much as missy does like her, she’s p sure it’ll go easier for her with a human shield)

they split up after breaking in, clara insisting that it’ll let them find twelve quicker. which technically yeah, but that’s not why she suggests it. she waits until missy’s gone, and then, instead of staying on the holding cells level, she goes straight for the labs. and she finds some lab techs and she makes them give her everything they gave the doctors and masters.

missy can reanimate the dead. not perfectly, not in a way that could bring danny back, but still. all clara needs is for that ability to be refined somehow. increased.

twelve is rotting somewhere in this facility and if she had anymore clarity she’d be ashamed but. she still has danny’s blood on her clothes and she doesn’t care. she needs the experiments’ abilities. she needs to bring him back. 

but she isn’t one of the experiments, her cells haven’t been engineered specifically for this, her physiology hasn’t been modified to allow this to work. the only reason the lab techs agree to do this is bc they know that this concoction should kill her.

and it does.

it rips her apart, on a cellular level. every strand of dna and energy and radiation clashing to combine an implosion. and that should be it. except—

except danny was never the target. why would they care about him? twelve sure didn't. their original target was clara.

the easiest way to take down twelve is to make him use his abilities until he runs out of energy, so that's what they did. they killed clara, forcing twelve to loop. and they kept killing her, again and again and again with an ai they created just for the purpose of reading any qualities that twelve had changed so it could always change its plan in return (bc gallifrey is so gd bad at their job, this ai obviously gained sentience. it calls itself 'the great intelligence', but that's a different story). they expected twelve to use his abilities until he couldn’t (which he did) but he also pushed himself further than he ever has, bc this is clara. he looped and looped and looped until he physically couldn’t anymore. until he finally, for the first and last time, gave in and asked danny for help. he’d tried missy, who hadn’t been able to think of anything else, and clara, who’d told him to let her die. finally he asked danny, and danny—��well.

and danny offered to die in her place. 

(twelve will never ever tell clara that)

so now clara is soaked in temporal energy and it wouldn't matter normally but twelve's time looping dna was in that cocktail, and it reacts violently. she splits and she reforms and she splits and she reforms billions upon billions of times and in the process the other abilities clash and combine and merge and what’s left isn’t quite clara.

(what’s left is entirely clara. clara oswald, tiny human who looks upon the world and doesn’t like what she sees. who decides to change it. she still can’t bring danny back, so what is the point. what is the point in a world where danny pink isn’t alive)

(the world would’ve survived if twelve had let clara die. he still can’t find it in himself to regret his choice)

[dwsuperpowers]

U made the blog !!!!! *vibrates with excitement* would,,, would it be possible to ask you for some details on supervillain Amy ?? And superhero Rory ? And anything related to them, like river or eleven, dont feel like u have to hold back or anything

amy is only technically a supervillain. ppl who aren’t in law enforcement would probably label her more a vigilante? or an antihero? she thinks supervillain sounds cooler though sakjsadsa

ok so like there are some abilities that are very hard to get proof of without like. a person who can DETECT abilities. and those ppl are very rare. which means that one amy pond, who can see different timelines (but not the past or future, only those happening at this exact time) gets labelled as schizophrenic (and never learns differently until river turns up. she’s still mentally ill, but misdiagnosed & mistreated). and ppl are yknow. shitty about it. she can’t get hired, she gets treated badly by different ppl (some ppl are great!!! but like. y k n o w). and eventually she decides fuck it. she has a lot of different skills from living thru different timelines, and she knows how to fight. she scavenges armour and weapons until she has something she can use. and she’s so angry and hurt and tired. and she decides to do something about it. so she robs a couple places (if someone looked at her crimes strategically they’d probably notice a pattern that all the places hit are those with shitty & ableist policies). she gives away all excess money to charities & homeless ppl & addicts & random ppl she walks into. also maybe she like sets fire to some shitty dudes’ cars but eh. she works pretty hard to make it seem like she doesn’t have any actual motives (bc if she’s learned anything, it’s that you don’t trust people with your truth) but like she still beats up muggers and assaulters and shit? she doesn’t hurt civilians and she mostly keeps out of the way of any other vigilantes/heroes/villains.

and then one day she runs into the lone centurion. and god he pisses her off (and she would not like to examine why tyvm) so she maybe uh. kicks his ass? so now she’s got ppl calling her a real supervillain. whoops.

now the centurion’s known for being pretty equal opportunity. he goes after anyone bad he runs into, and he doesn’t hold grudges. or he didn’t. but fighting her is. well. it’d be bad if he called it fun, right? so instead he calls it irritation, or hate, or anything that could describe the feeling he gets when she kicks his feet from under him and laughs. it doesn’t explain why he tends to go a little easier on her on the days she seems a bit off (not that it matters, bc she can still kick his ass), or why no matter how close he should be to arresting her, she always gets away.

meanwhile, amy just thinks he’s kind of an arsehole.

(he’s not. rory williams, who’s so bursting with love and righteousness and kindness, and amy’s never met someone who was kind without it being a trick)

[ilohnopleasedont]

@lovethellamas @kiuntisss

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

[lilydvoratrelundar]

I was tagged to do this picrew by @anynameisbetterthanmyfirstone tysm!!! I love doing these so much!!

I'll tag @wouldbeheroine @emailmysquidjeffrey @princesshamlet @zagreus-eats-your-bread & @lovethellamas :D

[dwmasters]

Persona

[ID: A digitally drawn piece of Thirteen and the Dhawan!Master. They’re investigating a dark library, backs facing the viewer and framing the left and right sides of the piece. Shining on their dark forms, right in the center of the canvas is a bright, muted pink vision of Theta Sigma and Koschei running happily through the red fields of Gallifrey; The Capitol is far behind them, just barely masked by distant mountains. /End ID]

Persona by @lovethellamas​

''So things are as follow :

Petri is amnesiac. So amnesiac that she isn't even sure that Petri is her real name. (It probably isn't, and tastes all wrong in her brain whenever she thinks it, but it'll have to do for now).

She's also stuck in a convent, with nowhere else to go, and people have generally been pretty nice but there's a corpse in one of the rooms and she's pretty sure it isn't because of an accident.

(Actually, she would bet on it, had she anything to bet.)

And the only person she feels (kind of) safe to disclose that theory (certainty, fact) to is someone who decided that O was a great name.

Petri can't remember a damn thing about her life but she's sure she didn't do anything to deserve that.''

In which the Doctor and the Master are both stuck in a convent with nothing else to do but a murder to investigate, ghosts to hunt, and a weird Headmistress to try to figure out. After all, anything's better than having to talk about their missing memories or, Rassilon forbid, their feelings.

Writer @lovethellamas​

''Hi, I'm Alma and I'm in love with two (2) disaster time lords''

Artist @patrexi​

“Hello, I’m Cat! I’m a longtime fan of Doctor Who, but I’ve only recently started interacting with the Doctor Who fandom. It’s been a delight partaking in the 50th Masterversary event as an artist.”

FIC SNIPPET BELOW THE CUT:

''I know I'm saying that a lot,'' O lets out in a hoarse whisper, ''but what the fuck.''

Petri doesn't answer – can only look at the two children running around each other, laughing a laugh she can't hear and shouting names that don't make it past their lips. They are glowing – or rather, they are illuminated, the pale glow stronger around them, shining in the curly hair of the blonde one, dancing in the green eyes of the other one. But Petri can barely make out those colors; they are faded, faltering at the edges, like drawings on the pages of very old books, where the ink has drained out, leaving behind only remnants of pigments barely visible after the centuries. 

Petri takes in a shuddering breath, as the light of the candle goes off, leaving them in the dark with nothing but the pale hue of the apparitions to illuminate the room.

[blogtorwho]

Made by @lovethellamas on our discord server (pm me if you want to join!), it was too good to not share!

[ilohnopleasedont]

TEN MOVIES OF MY LIFE IN GIFS LET’S GO !!!

Thanks @lovethellamas​ that took me down quite the nostalgia trip 

tagging whoever wants to share it’s always neat

[zeldascats]

Post 10 of your favourite movies using only gifs except I don’t know how tumblr works so this could be fun (thank you @taardisblue I don’t know what I’m doing)

tagging uh??? @lovethellamas @aquaflowers626 idk have fun

[ilohnopleasedont]

@lovethellamas

covid sucks man i miss when you'd be at a gallery or museum and someone who knows shit would randomly talk to you for ages about the exhibit

[friendamedes]

11 with Twelve/Missy/Nardole. :)

why am i unsurprised

11: “You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

Missy was not an honest woman.

Yes, she had moments of honesty (disgustingly more common these days, regarding which she wasn’t sure how she felt), but just as a lie did not make a liar, a moment of honest did not make an honest woman.

And yet she had to admit, wholeheartedly and honestly, that it was a gosh-darned beautiful day.

Ah, fuck. Was she really saying gosh-darned? Maybe she should ask the Doctor to scrap this whole idea and lock her up again. Possibly alone, with a wolf, or something.

Gosh-darned. What was she?! Twelve?

“Missy.”

Missy snapped abruptly out of whatever spiraling state of mind she’d fallen into. “Yes, Doctor.”

“I said, do you want Italian or Chinese?”

“Which one’s a longer walk?”

“Chinese.”

“Chinese, then.” Missy adjusted her coat lapels. “Off we go.” She looked up and down the street, and held out her arm for the Doctor.

He offered his instead, and with a sharp sigh, she took it. “Two dates in one month. You really know how to spoil a girl, Doctor.”

“Ah, shut up.”

“Look at you blushing. I’d wager you have a bit of a crush on me. How embarrassing for you.”

The Doctor sniffed. “I most certainly do not.”

“Liar.”

“Coming from the murderer.”

Missy smiled, but before she could say anything in response, somebody behind her said, “Is that the Master?”

The Doctor grimaced privately at Missy and spun slowly on his heels. “Naaardole,” he said.

“Is. That. The Master.”

Missy swiveled along with him to face the strange man. “Maybe.”

“I can see it’s her.”

“I could simply be a very beautiful woman who happens to look like the Master’s current form,” suggested Missy.

“Missy,” said Nardole.

Missy leaned on the Doctor’s arm, standing on the tips of her toes to loudly stage-whisper in his ear, “Why, you didn’t tell me your good friend was such a catch!”

Nardole blinked at her, unamused. “We’ve met before.”

“I honestly forgot all about you,” said Missy, and it was really only halfway a lie. Nardole was forgettable. “Aren’t you pretty.”

Nardole did not seem flustered whatsoever. “Thank you, Missy. Back to the Vault with you.”

“Aw, just when we were headed to dinner? Wouldn’t you like to join us?”

The Doctor shot her a look so acidic it could have melted the Vault door. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

She ignored him; it was a long-practiced talent of hers. “We were getting Italian food. I hear it’s a short walk.”

“She kills people,” Nardole said to the Doctor.

“It’s most of my appeal.”

“She’s incredibly dangerous.”

“In bed, too.”

“You can’t possibly think this is a good idea.”

The Doctor took Missy’s hand. “It’s just one dinner, Nardole. If you’re so upset, why don’t you join us?”

“Absolutely not!”

“In fact…” he said, with a smile. “I insist. I’ll take care of the bill and everything. Come along, now.”

“He’s a very good date,” Missy assured.

Nardole looked terrified.

Good.

[lilydvoratrelundar]

4, 8, 12, 16, 24

what is your Gender Euphoria Outfit: i used to wear skirts occasionally but now they give me legg dysphoria sooooo... i don’t have one

how did you pick your name: I saw it in a d&d names list and was like “that’s better than the last one i chose. Mine.”

favorite trans headcanon: Romanadvoratrefuckinglundar

song that gives you Big Trans Feels: Rebel Rebel by David Bowie has the like “got your mother in a whirl, she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl” (given that iirc he was genderqueer that makes sense). also the like “she was born Georgette but the name didn’t suit her well, so she flew out of Wisconsin as Dickey Chapelle” from Pearl’s Eye View by Nanci Griffith has trans vibes (i somewhat doubt the real person it’s based on was trans but ah well, i’ve claimed it now)

give some love to your trans friends/mutuals: you’re all fuckin amazing im just gonna tag a bunch of epic people (even if we don’t even talk or anything you’re all the coolest) @the-munchy-one @radmona @my-gender-is-glow-in-the-dark @zagreus-eats-your-bread @a-very-spooky-enby @dykethirteen @lovethellamas @randomclustermissile @hallelujahmomentz @shakestickatgod y’all’re awesome ❤️

[friendamedes]

okay gonna keep using and abusing ur writing talent, what do u think of 93 with 13/Missy, and why not throw a bit of a cryptid!au in it if ure up for it

that’s what i’m here for (while ur here check out @alternatelilys!)

93: “A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

Jodi sat with her knees pulled up to her chest in the back of the convenience store, pain pounding through her skull, watching Rose read her newspaper. (She always read the newspaper in the morning. Not much could really happen daily in Deadwell, right?)

“My head hurts,” Jodi announced to the nearly empty turn.

She heard the sound of a page turning. Rose’s paper. “Get some fresh air.”

“Light hurts.”

“What, you’re hung over now?”

Jodi covered her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I don’t know. Maybe. No.”

“Were you drinking?”

“No.”

“Well, then.”

Jodi moved her hands to squint at Rose. “Turn the lights off.”

“Go in the woods. Meet your shadow girlfriend.”

“Fine.” Jodi stood up, ran a hand through her hair, and stormed outside, her headache throbbing all the while.

The woods were cool and shady, and while they didn’t make her feel magically better, they had a calming quality about them. Jodi found herself losing any consistent train of thought, letting her mind drift from subject to subject without warning.

It smelled like metal. Jodi touched a fingertip to her forehead — her headache was gone.

“Hello?”

Jodi had spent years studying the Mistress of Deadwell Woods, and yet the sight of her sent chills down Jodi’s spine every time. She looked like somebody had found it fit to take the figure of some beautiful woman from the 1890s and carve out the very fabric of reality in her shape. Her four golden wings were stretched out wide. Two of her four golden eyes were closed — the smaller ones — leaving her with a relatively normal facial structure.

If relatively normal people were made out of pure shadows.

“Missy,” said Jodi, with a small bit of relief.

“Hello,” said Missy. Her body flickered and faded a bit, until the shadows of cheekbones and a nose and all the rest of a person’s face were visible. “You’re hurting.”

“I was. I’m fine now.”

Missy squinted her eyes, her stare like molten gold. “I know.”

“You fixed it.”

“Maybe.” A mischievous smirk crawled across Missy’s shadowy features. “I believe it was caused by the change in barometric pressure, for future reference.”

“A storm’s coming.”

“In more ways than one.”

Jodi knew better than to ask what that meant. “Guess I’ll just take painkillers next time.”

“You know I would never object to your company, Jodi Smith.”

“I don’t have anything for you,” Jodi admitted, her empty pockets seeming even emptier.

Missy nodded. “Come. Sit with me, for a while.”

“All right.”

Jodi followed Missy to a trickling, melodic stream, and they sat together on a large rock nearby. A strange sight they were: a woman and an eldritch being from somewhere and sometime else.

Not for long.

A storm was coming. In more ways than one.

[friendamedes]

5 and 30 for the ask game??

5: If you could pick any companion to travel with any Doctor, who would it be?

You know this one already, but ROSE and THIRTEEN! And preferably with Missy. And they all KISS. [points at very very long collection of oneshots I call a fic] polyam wlw rights plsss

Other than the most predictable one... I’d like O to travel with 13 for like, a while, if he’s a companion (? I count Missy as one, so I guess he must be). 

30: In your opinion, will the Doctor ever be ginger? 

She shouldn’t be! Ruins the joke. 

(ask game!)

[friendamedes]

straham, and/or jackham and/or hamster for the askmeme (love u too)

not submitting my opinion on straham (strax/graham) except i will mention that y’all are insane. 

jackham (jack harkness/graham) is FABULOUS, and somewhat canon, and i adore it!! jack deserves all the love in the universe!!! graham o’brien is a bisexual icon!! @dabberdees writes jackham that i’ve heard is good but i’m woefully behind on their fics but like recommending them ANYWAY bc what i’ve read is just. chef’s kiss. so sweet. so great.

hamster is... graham/the master? i think? in canon it wouldn’t work bc graham has like.,,, “morals”,,,, you know i’m a master apologist tho so in an AU where the master stayed somewhat not terrible (where is missys character development???) i think graham MIGHT be down for that. like overall im up for shipping the master with nearly anyone bc slut rights for koschei of oakdown. but idk if graham would be into someone who used to murder as a fun pastime. who knows. 

ask me my (problematic) opinion on ships!

[friendamedes]

ty @not-mandip for the tag to this picrew!

[tagging @cedtmspcjw @lovethellamas @averybuff @space-boyy & whoever wants to participate!]