#why I love Dhawan Master

[thetorturedlovergirl]

I can say I started being Rasputin! Master’s n1 fan as a joke but now I’m honestly his n1 fan and protector.

It’s ruining my life /j.

[lesbiansanemi]

I’m still so mad and confused about the master during thirteen’s seasons. Like. Okay. I figured the master would become a major villain again because they’re the master and they’re iconic and etc etc but Missy literally developed SO fucking much and it was completely ignored and not even MENTIONED during thirteen’s run. Like why the fresh fucking hell did the master go from feeling guilt about what they’ve done and finally admitting “maybe it’s time to stand with the doctor” to That with no acknowledgement and no explanations it makes no goddamn sense to me like whether you liked missy’s redemption arc or not the lack of continuity and erasure of character depth is INFURIATING

[vammieposts]

Which Time Lord will become Rasputin next? Who IS the real Rasputin? Will we ever have an answer?

[ssaalexblake]

that the costuming for male doctors got dirt boring and terrible around the time quirky fashion was deemed ~feminine is just par for course really i s2g

[lupescx]

I often think of meat hooks

[icarusredwings]

The thing about Thoschei that's so funny is that these are literally all the same people, meaning technically these are all the same ship.

We have these two. Yes? We know twissy. We love twissy.

We have spy doc, yeah? We love spydoc.

We have our beloved/beloathed Simmten. Everyone loves simmten.

We even have whatever these two weirdos had going on.

BUT - Have you ever ever thought about what would happen if you mixed them up? It feels illegal (as in, 'These two specifically are a bonded pair, do not separate' joking matter), but think about the chaos implications.

Can you fucking imagine if you shoved THIS man (6) with Simm! Master? Someone's gonna regenerate. Im not sure who yet. Mel's definitely gonna scream at him, though.

"Ello dear friend do you mind coming along and-"

"Why the fuck do you look like that?"

"Like what??"

"Like a unicorn stomped on you, ate you and puked you back up!"

"You don't like it? What's wrong with it? Is it the hair?"

"Is it the?- NO YOU MORON!"

Or Missy with 9? The amount of arguments and pouting- A lot of sarcastic banter. Maybe a hissy fit. A sissy slap fight if you will because deep down he would care if she got hurt so wouldn't actually ever hit her but would say some pretty mean things.

"Fine! Then go to your room!"

"I'll do no such thing! And you can't make me!"

"Then die! See if I care!"

"Only if you let me kill you first!!"

"Try! See what happens!"

"You dare hit a lady??"

"Pft- I'd hardly call you a lady..."

Yana! Master and 13? Tinker buddies! (They're basically in a love triangle with Chantho)

Roberts! Master with 15? I have a feeling this would kinda slap. Idk why, but I just do.

"So. What so you think?"

"Oh! Sister yes!!"

"... I am neither your sibiling.. nor a woman..?"

"Its an expression babes."

"Why are you calling me such affections??"

I feel in my gut that these two would get along decently well, except this time 12 is the bad influence, not him. If anything, it would consist of 12 showing him earthling things.

"...So.. Uno.."

"Yes."

"I have to have one card left..?"

"Yes."

"...why don't I just throw away my other cards?"

"That's against the rules I think."

"Says who?"

"Says... well... says.. the rules." 💁

Dhawan! Master and 10? 10 could fix him within an episode. I'm sure of it. Hell 14 could fix him. Might take a little longer, though. Dhawan would make tea for him after they go to therapy together. Their therapist says they should work on their co-dependency, but they think she just "doesn't get their dynamic"

I think it would be really funny if we shoved 4 with missy too. Sarah Jane and her would have so much beef. It would be unreal. I do think that Dhawan would be fond of K9 the most though, and Simm would probably be the type to get jealous of a robotic dog...

[youabsolutewalnut]

What I love about The Master is that I literally don't give a shit about how they return or in what regeneration. Simm shows up and kills Missy after getting sent back into the time lock? Sure. Dhawan gets blown tf up by the death partical and walks it off? Makes sense. They played a game with the Toymaker and is now a tooth? Why not. My suspension of disbelief for The Master is unfathomable. This guy(gn) can do literally anything and I'm like "oh ok. That makes sense".

[rowanthestrange]

#the beard thing is because the doctor literally grew a beard in the book... and he got married to a woman

thank you for pre-empting the question i was inevitably about to ask

MISSY: Why does the Doctor always survive? CLARA: Because he's clever. MISSY: Yes, but there's lots of clever dead people. I love killing clever clogs, they make the best faces. CLARA: Because he always assumes he's going to win. He always knows there's a way to survive. He just has to go and find it. MISSY: Yes, except this time, he made a will and threw himself a goodbye party. Now, if the Doctor assumes he's going to die, what happens then?

You know how we said the Doctor is a law of physics? If the Doctor is one of these creatures…then that’s literal. Count the salt. Transgenderism even. Your understanding of yourself governs the rules you live by.

Not to get too Dhawan!Master -> Missy, but…how much does she know? Because sure this could be a philosophical concept. Or she could actually mean it literally.

And second question. If the Doctor and Master have been so Frankensteined and blended, are they so mixed that now the Master can prove to be deathless because that is their own self-image? Or do they keep coming back solely because the Doctor believes they will always come back?

And if it is the second one…is the Master evil of volition, or because that’s the Doctor’s narrative?

[spookydestinycat]

Doctor Who Vote: Favourite modern incarnation of the master?

If anyone was wondering why James Dreyfuss isn't on the list I decided to emit him in respect to any trans followers/users on here. I had regrettably included him on a previous master poll.

[noforkingclue]

Hey, could I request angst with a happy ending for Dhawan!Master with the dialogue of "Do I really mean nothing to you?" "That's not fair. You know that's not the reason why."; The Master hasn't really been honest about his feelings and it leads to the reader feeling as if she means nothing to him?

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course anon! I love a bit of angst (with a fluffy ending)

Hope you like it!

Title: Miscommunication

You stormed back into the Master’s TARDIS, letting the doors swing shut behind you. You were vaguely aware of the Master catching the doors before they closed but you were too angry to stop. You made your way to your room and grabbed your suitcase.

“What are you doing?”

Finally he spoke. The Master hadn’t spoken to you on the whole way back. You rolled your eyes as you started shoving your clothes into the case.

“Don’t you think I deserve an answer?”

“Why?” you snapped, turning to face him, "you didn’t give me.”

“I did.”

“Oh yes,” you let out a bitter laugh, “eventually.”

The Master pursed his lips and you rolled your eyes. Typical. You thought that you could change him but clearly you couldn’t. Really, you were naive to think otherwise. His hatred of the Doctor ran too deep for someone like you to change. After all, how long had you known him for? The time was a drop in the ocean for how long he’d known the Doctor.

“You know,” you said, trying to keep the crack out of your voice, “I really thought that this time was going to be different. That we’d finally go somewhere where she wasn’t.”

“I-”

“You promised,” this time your voice did break and you coughed, trying to cover it up but failing, “just one time I wanted it to be you and me. Just the two of us.”

“And I-”

“Do I really mean nothing to you?”

Silence followed your words. You flung another shirt into the suitcase before finally turning around to face him. You had never seen the Master look like that before. Hurt was clearly evident all over his face and he didn’t even try to hide that. Usually he kept his emotions fairly close to his chest. You paused for a second before slowly returning to packing. However, your heart wasn’t really in it.

“That’s not fair,” he said at last, “You know that’s not the reason why.”

You took a deep breath and dropped the jeans you were holding, not even bothering to pack them away. You gripped the edge of the suitcase and said quietly,

“You didn’t tell me the reason why. What else am I meant to think?”

“You ran off before I could explain.”

You stiffened as you felt the Master’s hands on your shoulders. He rubbed small circles against them and pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. You closed your eyes and leant back into his touch. Slowly he trailed his fingers up and down your arms and said softly,

“I didn’t know that she and her pathetic humans were going to be there. If I had, do you really think I would’ve gone there? She left me to die. Do you really think I want to see her again after what she did to me? I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“You have done in the past.”

“That’s the past,” he muttered, “this is now.”

One hand snaked around and grabbed your chin. He tilted your head back so you were looking into his eyes. He gave you a soft smile before spinning you around and pressing his forehead against yours.

“I can show you,” he said, “if you desire.”

Your breath hitched. The Master had told you about intimate sharing a mind could be. It was something that he had wanted to do but never quite willing to ask you. What happened if you said that you didn’t want to.

“No.” you said

“No?”

Now it was the Master’s turn. You winced at the tone of his voice. Quickly you took his hands and gave them a brief squeeze.

“I mean,” you clarified, “that I believe you. I don’t want our… first time to be for you to prove to me that you’re telling the truth.”

You pressed a brief kiss against his lips and rested your head against his chest. The Master smirked before slowly returning the hug. Contact with another living being (that he wasn’t trying to kill) was something he was slowly getting used to.

“Just promise me that the next place you take me, the Doctor won’t be there.”

“Don’t worry,” the Master’s hands trailed lower, “I know the perfect place and I guarantee she won’t be there. It’ll just be the two of us.”

[dandelionjack]

i know this is like. minus fourth world problems + autism, and maybe other fandoms have similar issues — i’ve never gone too deep into fandom spaces before and regret doing so — but. why are doctor who fans such incurable haters. i started watching in november after the specials aired and although i’ve been severely critical of certain unfortunate writing choices (as is my right. episodes that suck are… bad) i couldn’t fathom hating an entire series, an entire doctor’s/companion’s run let alone an entire showrunner’s tenure. you mean you can’t stand any of it??

it almost feels like… whenever i come across a person that loves to talk about nine and ten and donna and how much they loved wild blue yonder or w/e, they end up being a shallow moffat hater harping on about misogyny and one-dimensional women as if later series didn’t exist. whenever i find a fellow twelveclara understander who posts about missy and defends hell bent etc. suddenly i come across a post about how they hate rose? what could possibly compel you to dislike the character of rose tyler? i say this as somebody that isn’t a huge fan of tentoo. for more batshit examples saw a post along the lines of “don’t say you think tenmartha is interesting and then post about timepetals” like these are Characters bro. they’re not going to get sad. they are vehicles for the story they’re not people. tenrose was the carrier of the narrative in s2 and tenmartha in s3 and saying i enjoy the complexity of both of these relationships as they progress isn’t contradictory because that’s… the direction that the story takes????????

i don’t even hate chibnall era. even s11 has some redeemable bangers. what i mean is i fell in love with the show as a WHOLE . which means EVERY part of it is important to me and i don’t discount it. every next development builds on the previous. the timeless child ruined a lot of things but opened up many new avenues for exploration! i like the flux i like thasmin i like dhawan master i like the fugitive doctor i love dan and karvanista

you are all allergic to fun. sorry for getting mad about people getting mad it will (not) happen again. im going to go touch grass now

[thelesbianthespianposts]

HES BACK!!!!!! 😄😄😄

THE MASTER!!!!!!! 😄😄😄😄

[weskerluvr]

Oh? Oh! - Dhawan!master x reader.

POV: You knew all along, and for once, the master wasn't prepared.

I just wanted to say it's my first time writing on tumblr in a hot minute, dear lord. I'm back on my master phase rn and it feels amazing♡

Enjoy!!

Word count:

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Oh? Oh!

It was a brilliant night, tonight. The atmosphere was practically thumping, the music from the alien stereos pumping through your veins, as you danced the night away, completely forgetting you're on an alien planet, far away from home.

The Doctor had brung you and the fam here to this planet known as trangzula, or the 'party capital', in the Doctors words. Boy was she right. All night you'd been partying, drinking, hell you felt like you had the body of an agile sixteen year old, ready to do a backflip at a moments notice.

It had been so long since you had a man dance with you, so long since you had been so carefree, so long since you felt an icy pair of eyes on you wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. And tonight, you got all of that, and more.

He loved you, really. He just didn't want anyone else to know that, or for himself to believe that. To be in love with a race that had disgusted him for so long, ridiculous.

But he knew deep down, he loved you more than the construct of time, more than his two hearts could demonstrate. He'd regenerate a million times if it meant being good for you. You, and only you.

Grabbing onto your dance partners hand, you did a twirl as the music hit its end. Breathing heavy, you looked up, enamoured. From anyone's perspective you'd look almost in love. From his perspective it looked that way. How dare you? You were his and his alone.

He didn't like people touching what was his. Not now, not ever. Swallowing back the last in his glass, he eyed you up maliciously, yet subtly. He was a master at work, you may say. It was then he decided, now or never.

Sitting at the bar alone, you breathed heavily waiting for your drink. You couldn't find the Fam anywhere, but that's okay. You were having too much fun to worry. Smiling to yourself, you finally got your drink.

"To being alive." You toasted, humbly to yourself, as you drank swiftly. "To surviving." Came an icy cool voice behind you, following not long before a hand snuck it's way around your waist, as the owner came to make eye contact at your side.

"Oh? Oh!" You gasped softly, smirking. God you knew how to piss him off just right. "That's me." He charmed back. "What's one of the doctors dearest pets doing out here..all by herself?" He mused, sipping a drink that had appeared from seemingly nowhere. Swirling an olive, you simply shrugged. "Dunno where doc is."

Furrowing his brows, he glanced at you sharply. "Don't know?" "Yes dingbat." You scoffed, taking a sip. "Oh darling you wound me." He grins, wickedly, finally sitting next to you. Facing you with one knee, he leaned in close to you. "Why aren't you afraid of me. I could make your whole life meaningless in about four seconds." He whispered, poison leaking off of him, knowing his ego was too massive to miss.

"Can't be bothered. Plus, I knew you were Oh before you even introduced yourself. You're not as slick as you think." you grinned, knowing just how to push every button on the timelord. "Do tell love." He smirked, drumming his fingers on the table rythimatically. His heart, what was this? Both were beating at different paces, quickly. Is this nervousness?

"You're so predictable, darling." You repeat, chuckling softly. "you had some same mannerisms. Same eyes, same touchy feeling when in deep thought. All the same." You began, looking into his eyes. Leaning in, you brushed his cheek softly. ''Same...tenderness.'' You teased, removing your hand the second he seemed to lean in.

''You don't know how much danger you're in right now, dear.'' He mused, before swiftly grabbing your hand. ''Come with me. We could be such a powerful duo, ruling planets, empires, army's. Us, darling. And us only.''

Such an offer could only be ingored by the most noble, but who knows? Maybe you liked the idea.

this was really really rushed so I apologise

[hauntingcryptids]

Tell Me That I Belong To You

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is having a bad day. So, with the convincing of The TARDIS, The Reader seeks comfort in The Master.

Based On This Request - *This was originally based on a request but the more I continued to write and edit it, the more the fic drifted away from the prompt. So, I am just going to let this be its own fic and write another fic more closely aligned to the prompt.

Warnings - Reader not feeling well, insecurity on the part of the reader, canon typical telepathy. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count - 1864

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I have a smut version of this fic if anyone would like to read it, but I don’t want to post it if people would just prefer the fluff version. I also don’t know how good this is, but I just wanted to get something out there after feeling awful mentally for a while. So, I hope that you enjoy this :)!

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You woke up with a headache. The type of headache that no matter how much water you drank, food you ate, or sun(TARDIS created sun) you layed in would cure your malady. Headaches, in general, but especially ones as bad as the one you were experiencing, always made your whole day awful. Oftentimes, the pain in your head would cause you to spiral internally until your mental health was utterly destroyed. That’s where you were now, arguing to yourself in your head about you and your “Humanness” and how you weren’t good enough for The Master. How could you possibly be good enough for The Master? Even if you weren’t Human, why would he want to be with someone like you?

The TARDIS beeped determinedly. You were becoming better at understanding The TARDIS given how much time you had spent within the ship but still you could only understand part of what she was telling you. The bits you could discern were: “The Master loves you”, “you are good enough”, “you have always been enough”, and “The Master would never think such horrible things about you. Ever!”

Eventually, you stopped The TARDIS’s rant about how great you were and that she wished that she could help improve your self-image. You thanked her for everything she said. Even though didn’t understand everything, you could feel her distress over your thoughts and her want to help you.

“The Master could help you where I fail.” The TARDIS finally said telepathically.

“He’s probably busy, though.” You mumbled, worried about upsetting him if you interrupted him while he was doing something.

“Go to him. He wouldn’t want to know that you allowed yourself to suffer when he was there ready and available to help you.” The TARDIS had to say this statement a couple of times in order for you to fully understand, and you sighed in response. She was right. The Master would be furious if he found out that you hid your distress from him, you knew that, he said as much many times before. It’s just that your brain would lie to you when you were upset.

“The Master will understand.” The sentient time and spaceship whispered into your brain. The TARDIS, given her time being The Master’s ship, knew better than anyone how the state of a person’s physical health could affect their mental health. She knew how greatly The Master suffered, therefore The Master would never judge you. The TARDIS just hoped that you knew what she knew.

“Can you lead me to The Master, please?” You asked after ruminating over everything the incredibly kind ship communicated to you. The TARDIS cheerfully directed you to the main library where The Master often lounged. 

Like many times before, The Master was sitting horizontally on the sofa reading. He seemed engrossed in the thick tome resting up against his bent thigh. The alien’s engrossed demeanour made you want to turn back and talk to The Master later, but The TARDIS reassured you with a comforting presence. Both you and the ship knew that the only person who could make you happy when you were feeling off was the rogue Time Lord.

You walked up as quietly as you could and poked the Master’s cheek with your finger. The Master looked up at you with a smile, completely unbothered. Even while agonisingly planning an upcoming plan to toy with The Doctor, you would always bring him joy just with your presence. You were never a bother to him,

“Hello, my little Human. How are you today?” The Master seemed so calm even though you expected him to be upset. You wrapped your arms around your torso anxiously and subconsciously began rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Can I sit on your lap please, Master?” You sounded tired, which worried The Master, though he chose not to react for your benefit. 

“Of course, love.” The Master placed the book he was researching and moved slightly to allow you to sit on his lap. 

As soon as you rested your body against his, The Master scooted his body down the sofa until the two of you were practically lying down. The Master then wrapped his arms firmly around your back, trapping you against his chest with the beating of his hearts rattling throughout your body. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, causing The Master to chuckle lovingly. You then nuzzled against his clothes-covered collarbones and the base of his neck and then breathed in his scent. His presence was comforting, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Your mind still hurt and your thoughts still moved far too quickly for you to properly calm down. You assumed that your thoughts were loud, loud enough for The Master to hear, but you didn’t put any effort into hiding your thoughts. You just wanted to dissolve into The Master’s chest and to let all of your anxieties disappear.

“I’m sorry that you aren’t feeling well, Y/n.” The Master said softly against your ear. One of his hands absentmindedly caressed up and down your back.

“Make me feel good, Master, please. You’re the only one who can.” Your headache seemed to peak right before you committed yourself to asking The Master for some help. The warmth of The Master’s body against yours and the severe pain spiking through your head was too contrasting and too overwhelming to put on a brave face any longer.

“What kind of Master would I be if I didn’t take care of my beloved Human.” The feel of The Master’s smirk against your skin sparked a warmth to spread through you. The Master always made you feel better and more secure, but on bad days you just needed a bit more reassurance.

“Please tell me that you mean that?” 

“Of course I mean it, my love. You are the only person I could ever care about.” The Master adjusted slightly in order to look you in the eye. You shied away, avoiding eye contact, and The Master didn’t push you to look at him. Though he did brush a hand down the side of your face a couple of times before kissing your forehead delicately.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, love.” The Master said this to inform you that he would move the two of you. He would carry you places in The TARDIS without telling you where you were going when you were feeling like your everyday self, but not when you were feeling off. The Master never wanted to add to your anxiety, so he would always tell you when he would carry you off somewhere.

The Master moved the two of you so he was sitting up with you on his lap. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you tightly against his chest before finally standing up with you securely in his arms. Then he carried you off to your shared bedroom. 

Once in the dark-themed and dimly lit bedroom, The Master gently placed you on the bed and wrapped you up in as many blankets as you wanted and needed. He stepped back from the bed momentarily to remove his clothes that were far inferior to yours when it came to the act of cuddling and resting. Eventually, he crawled under the covers to join you on the bed. He cuddled closer to you, holding you tighter than he did in the library, and then rubbed his hands up and down your back as you returned to your place cuddling into The Master’s side.

“What do you need, my love?”

“You.” You’re speech was muffled by The Master’s neck, but he still understood you.

“Yes, but what do you need me to do? I know that you are hiding something in that beautiful mind of yours.” You felt The Master softly tap a finger against your temple, a little jolt of calmness and relief coursing through you with each tap.

“You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Never.” The Master answered with sincerity heavy in his tone. You nervously mumbled your response under your breath and into his neck, making this comment more difficult for The Master to decipher.

“I couldn’t hear you, love.”

“Can you tell me I belong to you?” You asked a bit louder, but you were still quiet and nervousness permeated your question. The Master’s breath caught in his throat. He tried his best to hold in his excitement brought on by your request because this moment was about you. The idea of you belonging to him was exactly what The Master wanted, more than anything in the Universe, probably even the Multiverse. What added to his growing excitement and adoration of you was the fact that The Master didn’t even have to make you feel this way. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Somehow, the stars aligned and they delivered the perfect person to The Master. What else could he do but give you whatever you wanted in an act of gratification?

“You belong to me, love. You always will belong to your Master. You’ll be mine forever.” The Master cuddled you impossibly closer, intertwining your bodies in a knot, and whispered into your ear with all the devotion and fervour he felt for you heavy on his tongue.

“And you really mean that -” You tried to ask again, but The Master cut you off before you could finish your insecurity-filled question. 

“Of course I mean that. I would never lie to you, especially about this.” This time when The Master moved to look you in the eye you didn’t turn away. His warm chocolate eyes held all of the sentiments that were laced within his words and even more. If it were possible, you would stare into his eyes forever. 

“Thank you, Master.”

“There is no need to thank me. You just need some rest and then you will feel better.” You huffed into The Master’s neck, just wishing that he would accept your gratitude without dismissing it.

“Come on, rest your head on my chest and close your eyes. I will deal with that headache and those pesky thoughts that were troubling you.” You did as The Master asked, already planning how you would repay The Master for everything he did for you today. 

As soon as you placed your head on The Master’s chest, the sound of his heartbeats immediately calmed you down and the pressure on your mind began to subside. The Master massaged his hands along your back, starting slowly along your neck and then moving further down toward the base of your spine. He smoothed every ache and worked out every knot and kink, all the while placing delicate kisses across your head and face. You heard him whispering praises in your ear, some in your native language and some in his. Even though you couldn’t understand everything he spoke to you, you knew that what he said was entirely comprised of his love. Because of The Master’s actions, you soon fell asleep. You were completely consumed by the rogue Time Lord’s presence, just like you wanted to be when the day began.

[borwski]

spymaster, becoming the doctor, and gardening – a little character study

anyone else obsessed with the master and margarita short story?? no?? just me?? oh well you’re getting a character analysis anyway, long rant about spymasters obsession with the doctor via mushrooms under the cut :3

tw for dissociation and substance induced hallucinations (weird ahh mushrooms as torture)

for those of you who haven’t read the master and margarita (i def recommend its super fun) it’s about what dhawan!master was doing during his 77 years on earth in that time skip during spyfall 2. he’s a mushroom farmer in russia, crazy hijinks and thoschei references ensue. maybe i’m going too deep into it but i really love the idea of him as a gardener and what that implies for everything we see in ttc/potd

i’d like to start with the fact that out of all the masters, dhawans is the one least confident in his identity. classic who masters and saxon held their title with pride with their “he’s the master and you will obey him” shtick. missy, even when she was debating her morality, never saw herself as anything other than missy. her title wasn’t being questioned, it was what she chose to do with it. meanwhile, spymaster just... loses himself after looking into the panopticon. he’s faced with the reality that the doctor is more important than he could ever be, and given that he sees his worth as interwoven with hers (the history between us, constantly refers back to their past/when they were equal), this makes him lose all sense of self. it used to be theta and koschei. the doctor and the master. now it’s just the timeless child and….. that’s it. there’s no significant place for him in her life. what’s he supposed to do now, when he’s based his whole history around her?

easy! fracture himself into different personalities, hide behind disguises (i mean, THREE disguises in one episode? calm down dude) in an attempt to hide his unimportance. while the timeless child is the story of child abuse and colonialism, a hurt the doctor will have to live with even if she can’t remember it, the master sees it as a triumph. he is lesser. she is the timeless child and she has existed forever and he is some dumb timelord who fell in love and meant nothing to her in the long-run. he feels like he’s not deserving of being in his own skin anymore so he hides behind whatever name and personality he can find.

but the thing about all his disguises is that they are so human. agent o, a shy little analyst at MI6 with the wide eyed stare and wits to be the doctor’s companion. rasputin, famous bachelor and a piece of history the doctor would notice. he says he despises humans but he dresses up as them because well, do you know who does love them? the doctor :(

which is why his name and intentions in the master and margarita are soooo so interesting to me. first off, his human alias is mikhail (“son of god”, writer of the og master and margarita) afanasyevich (“immortal”, also the og writer of master and margarita) gospodinov (roughly translated to “lord” and “master”). he steals a name, just like rasputin in potd, with a lot of weight on who he is right now. an emphasis on “immortal” “time lord” when hes dealing with the pressure of ttc. hes basically copying the doctor and making a title for himself like the ‘timeless child’ to feel equal again. it’s not the only time he copies the doctor either, hes basically working for “evil russian unit” in this short story. 

(remind you of anything?? yes im talking about the doctor-master. super cool foreshadowing on how hes been trying to become/be one with the doctor before potd)

and it’s literally in the text. the whole reason he spends months cultivating mushrooms for russia is to change history a bit so that jo grant’s marriage will be ruined. such a Doctor thing to do, kind of parallels clara and danny. to love a human is to be overly dramatic over them. the master, again, uses humans for his own benefit but has never been overly fond of them, with the exception of the doctors little companions. hes copying her again.

but the thing is, he keeps cultivating them. he gains a love for caring for them. mushrooms are just mushrooms until they arent. in a time where he thinks he’s the doctors opposite, he begins farming mushrooms bc of jo grant, a detail the doctor would remember just bc he misses her. he couldve spent his time escaping and getting back to his regular timeline to defeat the doctor, but he stayed. because of a human attachment. very doctor-y.

and if that bit of nostalgia wasn’t enough, he even hallucinates the third doctor in this. Which. okay. give me a non-thoschei explanation for this.

i just really like what that short story has to offer as far as the masters obsession with other people and his disguises go. and what it means for him to spend months of his live caring for something, like the doctor would, when all hes done before is kill. what does it mean for the champion of death to cultivate life :(

nyways, if you made it this far, i really hope you enjoyed !! i just love talking about spymaster can you tell lmfaooo and if you liked any of this id recommend reading the gardener by ritheh on ao3 which expands on his whole “killer heals for once” thing its soooo good <33 ok bye see u guys next time

[plethora-of-imagines]

hello! ☺️ may i request dhawan!master being cute whilst drunk off of ginger and the reader gets to tease him about it (if you’re comfortable with the topic of course!) thanks! 💜

This has been sitting in my inbox for a long while.... opps. Sometimes my brain just goes "thats such a good prompt, lets just horde it instead of actually writing it".... This is one of those cases.

Oof.

The book in your hands slid from your fingertips. Air knocked out of your lungs in surprise when firm arms warped around your waste and yanked you backwards into someone’s chest.

The Master rested his head on your shoulder, curling possessively around your body as he hummed and rocked side to side with you.

“Master?”

“Hmmm?” He made the cutest little confused sound.

“What are you doing?”

Silence was your answer for several minutes. Almost as if you had managed to puzzle him and he didn’t know why he was holding you.

“Is this not cuddling?”  He slowly asked in a confused tone. “I thought we both knew what cuddling was...”

His speech was slightly slurred, you could smell the hint of ginger on his breath. Was he drunk?

Suddenly without warning he lightly bit down on your shoulder. Yelping at the sensation.

“Shhhhhh.”

“You bit me!”

“Your fault,” he grumpily responded.

“Oh yeah?” You were starting to realize the humor in the moment. He was like a drunk white girl. “It’s my fault you bit me.”

He took your teasing as a serious question.

“You’re too cute, what’s it called? Yeah, cuteness aggression. You’re cute, so I had to bite you. It’s the law.”

“The law, yeah? Does the law also mean we have to cuddle standing up too? Eep!”

In mere moments you were awkwardly lifted into the air. Vision spinning as your head was upside down. His drunk mind not bothering to think to support your head. Almost a princess carry- yet so far off from one that you didn’t know what to even call it.

The moment a flat surface was present- a comfortable cot that for some inexplicable reason was in the random hallway (Maybe it was the TARDIS taking pity on you)- he flopped down on top of you. Nuzzling contentedly into your chest where his head landed.

“Mhmm cuddly human,” he cooed. “Should have gotten you regenerations ago.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah... love you too much to let the others take you first now.”

“Not going to share even with yourself,” you teased while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“They don’t deserve you. I don’t either but finders takers.”

“Do you mean finders keepers?”

“Stupid human phrases,” he grumbled. “Don’t make any sense.”

“Awww don’t worry Master, I’m sure your big brains will eventually learn them.”

His chin dug in between your collar bones as he threw his head up to glare at you.

“Shut up.”

Trying to stifle your giggles as he looked like a cute angry kitten.

“I’m going to kill you once I feel I can move again.”

You didn’t think his thread held much weight when he was almost falling asleep mid sentence.

(459 words)