Work Hard, Rest Hard

I had the weirdest Doctor Who related dream a couple of nights ago.

Dhawan!Master was a TikTok star who loved doing TikTok dances.

Simm!Master was ranting(whining) to Russell T Davies that he portrayed him poorly because The Master would never be sexist or homophobic or transphobic because he comes from a species that can change their gender. Russell T Davies snuck away as soon as Simm!Master was distracted.

Yaz and Dhawan!Master said that we should crash the window of the aircraft we were in because that aircraft was made by Scrooge McDuck and we could sell the glass to the people of Duckburg, but then we ate said glass.

When we made it to the cemetery because we apparently had to stop the villains at a cemetery that was never mentioned before. We found Russell T Davies working with an evil Tennant!Doctor or Tennant!Master trying to resurrect the body of Rassilon. They were all huddled in a creepy mausoleum. And the evil Tennant!Doctor or Tennant!Master was wearing a very cool and campy black floor-length trench coat with white pinstripes. The collar of the coat was very tall and the coat had massive shoulder pads. And he was wearing a tight purple buttoned up shirt.

When Simm!Master saw Russell T Davies again in the mausoleum, he just continued his rant about his poor portrayal in the show.

And then I woke up.

I am now worried for my mental health.

At least Dhawan!Master in my dream constantly stood by my side, held my hand, caressed my body to comfort me, and gave me many forehead kisses.

I need to write some more gender neutral reader x Eddie Munson fanfics

Just for myself

I feel dysmorphic reading she/her pronouns

I need some sweet fics and some smutty fics with my boy and a gn reader

Had a very fun time during the Ghost live stream earlier today!

Thankfully it didn’t crash like the Spotify Live event!

If anyone wants to watch the stream, it’s still on YouTube.

I highly recommend it if you like either Ghost or Mastodon.

250 posts!

I really want to start writing Good Omens fanfics! But I have so much to finish first! Ugh!!!

☆ dw asks ☆

1. how would you die/leave if you were a companion?

2. what’s your favorite moment with your least-favorite doctor?

3. what’s your least-favorite moment with your favorite doctor?

4. who’s wardrobe would you steal?

5. if you had to take the form of one non-humanoid alien permanently, which one would you chose?

6. favorite motif or reoccurring theme in the show?

7. which doctor is not necessarily your favorite but is the doctor you’d most like to travel with or the doctor you think you’d get along the best with?

8. which villain actually scares you the most?

9. which villain can you not take seriously at all?

10. what’s one conversation you wish you could have or question you wish you could ask a doctor who character?

11. what’s a conflict or misunderstanding you wish you could clear up between two doctor who characters?

12. what’s a headcanon that you forget isn’t actually canon?

13. what’s a piece of canon that you completely disregard whenever you come across it?

14. what’s a song or piece of writing that you associate with a character/story arc/relationship on the show?

15. is there a plot line that has ended but that you wish had been expanded on?

16. is there a character you feel is generally misunderstood by the fandom?

17. do you read dw fanfic? if so, do you have any recommendations?

18. what other piece of media would you recommend to fans of doctor who?

19. nuwho gets a designated one f-bomb per season. who gets to use it and when?

20. what’s one hope you have for upcoming doctor who content?

Back Against The Wall

Whittaker!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master grows tired of having to hide your relationship from The Doctor. Maybe, with some convincing, she can wait a little longer.

Prompt Used - #50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, The Master wielding a dagger and threatening the Reader with it, no one is actually hurt/wounded though, references to sexual stuff, so minors DNI, please!

Word Count - 1532

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account by a lovely anon! I hope that you enjoy it.

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You made a big mistake. A huge, massive, devastating mistake with unknowable consequences. But now you would have to deal with whatever the Universe, and The Master, had to offer you. 

You and The Doctor had been out on a pleasant trip to a mysterious abandoned castle on a planet a couple of galaxies left of The Milky Way. Apparently, the castle had a renowned and substantial historical significance on the planet and The Doctor wanted to see it in order to check it off his bucket list. Both of you were having a fun time, but then The Master showed up.

In previous circumstances, you would have been overjoyed to have seen The Master. You had been harbouring a massive crush on The Time Lady for a while before the two of you eventually got together. You and The Master had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and usually, she would avoid The Doctor to placate your fears of your relationship being exposed. But there were always the days, like today apparently, where The Master would become horribly upset by the fact that you and she couldn’t be as public as she wished and attack The Doctor. You always played the oblivious part, but her flirty and suggestive comments always made it difficult for you to hide your feelings and your relationship. The Master, though, always adored how flustered you would become. She also loved seeing the cogs and gears of The Doctor’s tiny mind turn. She wanted him to know so she could gloat, but he was too stupid to actually figure out the obvious evidence right under his nose.

In the past, you would be able to play the mediator and defuse that situation, causing The Master to leave without destroying anything, surprisingly. Or The Master would separate you from The Doctor and you could placate her feelings until she was calmer. Usually, she would just end up kidnapping, so she wouldn’t have to wait any longer to see you. This was always fun. You loved knowing that The Master needed you as badly as you needed her.

Today, though, you messed up. The Master taunted The Doctor, as usual, but then she brought you into it. The Master “joked” and suggested that you and she had a connection. The Doctor denied this, as was routine. The Master cut off her old friend’s rambling and asked you what you thought of the situation. 

You and The Master had a deal. You would travel with The Master behind The Doctor’s back, along with dating her. And she would try her hardest to not kill The Doctor along with keeping your relationship a secret. You didn’t know that The Master wanted to change your deal, so you kept up with your previous agreement. You stated that you had nothing to do with The Master and that there was no connection between the two of you.

And that’s how you ended up in a separate part of the castle, alone and vulnerable with an angry Master. She had set up traps throughout the castle, and depending on your answer, The Master would either capture The Doctor and gloat about your relationship or would separate the two of you and interrogate you.

You stumbled back, almost tripping over an unevenly laid brick. The Master stalked toward you and unsheathed a decorative knife from a pocket somewhere in her coat. The Master shoved you up against the wall of the room. You expected her to attack you with her dagger in some way, but all she did was graze the width of the blade down your cheek, all the while looming closer to your face. Her eyes darted between your fear-ridden eyes, the blade on your cheek, and your lips. You tried to move away from the blade, causing The Master to tut in your face and smirk at your adorably vulnerable actions.

She used her leather gloved hand to recenter your face. She stepped closer to you and aligned your feet to where the toes of your shoes touched. You looked down to where you were connected; it was a surprisingly intimate moment considering everything else going on right now. The Master seamlessly hooked the dagger under your jaw, using it to force you to look her in the eye. You still tried to struggle away from her again, so she gripped your jaw with her hand and stroked her dagger softly up and down your neck. The Master stared into your eyes, a snarl forming on her face. Now you were starting to doubt that this was just foreplay. Was she actually going to hurt you?

“Let me go.” 

“And why should I do that, darling.” The Master cocked her head to the side and smirked, but you knew her long enough to know that she was seething under her beautiful nonchalant facade.

“You said that you loved me. Why would you want to hurt me?”

“I do, but then you had to go and tell The Doctor that we were nothing.” The Master bumped her nose against yours. She tried to be intimating and get in your face in order to rile you up, but really, she just needed some skin-to-skin contact from you.

“I thought we had a deal.”

“I’m tired of that, now, Y/n. I want everyone to know that you are mine, especially him.” You were going to respond, but The Master dropped her dagger and smashed her lips into yours. You wanted to push her off of you to try and resolve the issue between the two of you verbally, but you couldn’t help but relish in the softness of her lips and the distant taste of expensive alien whiskey on her tongue. 

The Master adjusted the two of you, her leg jutting between yours and putting just the right amount of pressure on your crouch. You moaned into her mouth and felt her smile before pulling away to look at your face. 

“You look so beautiful covered in my lipstick.” Your eyes widened at this realisation. You were hoping to get out of this situation without The Doctor discovering your secret, either from The Master changing her mind naturally or by you convincing her. But there was no way you could get The Master’s blood red lipstick stains off of you. 

The Master smirked when she saw understanding reach your eyes. You knew her plan and there was no way to stop it. You tried to escape The Master’s grasp, but she threw you against the wall again and trapped you in another bruising kiss. She broke away to peck your lips a couple of times. She kissed the side of your mouth. Then your cheek. She then created a path from your jaw to your ear before biting your earlobe and then travelling down to your neck. There she gave you a mix of wet, open-mouthed kisses, hard bites, and pressured pecks, all to mark up your neck with either lipstick or aggravated marks. You were weak in her arms, trapped comfortably beneath her lips.

“What do you think he will think when he sees you like this? Do you think that he will feel betrayed, jealous, or turned on?” You rolled your eyes at The Master’s comment. You gained some clarity back in your mind.

“Please, just kidnap me, Master. We can tell The Doctor later, in a more reasonable way. Please, for me.”

“You are no fun, Y/n. Why can’t we just break his hearts in two?!”

“First of all, I am fun. You’ve said that many times in many situations, most of them in the bedroom. Secondly, he’s my friend and he was yours. I don’t want to hurt him and sometimes I don’t think you want to hurt him, either. And thinking rationally, we would most likely be able to stay together longer if we go about this situation tactfully. If we are rash about this, The Doctor will probably think that you hypnotised me and will do anything to get me back.”

“Ugh, fine. I guess you are right. But can I make your kidnapping a whole big extravagant affair?”

“Of course, you can, Master.”

The Master smirked, excited about the plan forming in her brain. She pulled you into one last brutal kiss before retrieving her dagger and dragging you to her TARDIS. Sometimes she just acted like a big kid who just found the hidden stash of candy; you loved seeing her this ecstatic! The Master piloted her ship to a wasteland junkyard in space, someplace The Doctor would never think to look, before rushing back over to you. 

The two of you didn’t even make it to the bedroom after landing, resulting in the two of you making do on a nearby sofa. After the two of you were thoroughly spent, You and The Master took a long relaxing bath, where The Master spent much of the time helping you remove the lipstick stains she placed on your body. Then the kidnapping coverup could commence. Maybe even a plan to reveal your relationship to The Doctor would unravel itself, as well.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!

Sunlight

Frenchie x Reader

Summary - The Reader wakes up with sun in their eyes.

Warnings - light sensitivity/overstimulation

Word Count - 647

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Pre-show/in between episodes. Established relationship.

This is purely self-indulgent because I am really sensitive to light and get overstimulated by it sometimes. Also, I noticed that Frenchie uses his scarf to cover his eyes in the scene at the end of episode 1 and I thought he was cute.

Not my gif. All credits to the gif maker.

The sky began to lighten as the sun rose above the horizon. A soft salty breeze drifted through the air of the early dawn. It was going to be a calming day at sea, it appeared, but you still didn’t like being up this early. You weren’t used to this routine or lifestyle yet. Just as your mind began to wander and think about what your day would be filled with; the sunlight skipped across the sea and shone directly into your eyes. You grumbled, closed your eyes quickly, and shifted to hide your face in Frenchie’s overshirt.

Frenchie had told you many times before to put a cloth over your eyes, if you were to sleep on the deck of The Revenge with him. He had even suggested asking Captain for one of his many sleep masks, which Stede would probably be happy to lend or even give to you. You always made excuses, however, for why you didn’t need something like that. In situations like the one you were in now, you would just hide into Frenchie’s neck or chest to keep from being tormented by the light. And during the day you would try to work below deck until sunset or shield your eyes as much as you possibly could without your duties being inhibited. You didn’t think it was that big on an issue, but was always looking out for you.

Frenchie understood your sensitivity to light. He himself would get overstimulated by the sun and some candlelight sometimes, which is why he always encouraged you to avoid intense sunlight instead of muscling through the sensitivity and then growing overstimulated, tired or even angry. Frenchie also asked you to use the light green scarf that he wore all the time to block out the sun, like he did when he grew overstimulated, but you always refused most times because you didn’t want to take one of his comfort items away from him. You couldn’t help but grow anxious over the idea of Frenchie needing to use his scarf when you were using it. You didn’t want him to suffer at your expense.

You felt Frenchie shift a bit and move you along with him. He was now laying on his side while you laid on his outstretched arm. Frenchie’s shoulder slightly blocked the rising sun from hitting your eyes so intensely. Even with your eyes closed, you were still distracted by the rising sun and the little burning dots of light that would float and circle in your field of vision. Suddenly, you felt a surprisingly soft piece of fabric wrap around your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile knowing that it was Frenchie’s scarf. You lifted up one side of the green cloth to look at the pirate you had grown to love.

“You didn’t have to do that, Frenchie”

“I wanted to, babe. Despite how much I love feeling curl into me, I don’t want you to be blinded. We have a full day at sea ahead of us.” Frenchie readjusted his scarf so it was covering your eyes fully again. And he placed his palm over where he had laid the cloth to make sure you wouldn’t remove his scarf from your eyes again.

“But you need it.”

“You need it more right now. Seeing as you are the one facing the sun. We’ll share it in future.” You were about to protest again, but Frenchie interrupted you with a kiss to the lips. You giggled and smiled and resigned in defeat, letting Frenchie win the scarf discussion. You then felt Frenchie kiss your cheek and then your forehead before he finally pulled you back into his side. Eventually, the two of you settled back into your makeshift bed on the deck of The Revenge and got a few extra minutes of sleep before the next day of sailing began.