a downward spiral, just a pirouette personal triggers
getting worse till there's nothing left. what good comes of something when i'm just the ghost of nothing?

i'm just the man on the balcony, singing 'nobody will ever remember me.' rejoice, rejoice, and fall to your knees.

lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? oh, their faces are dancing, they're dancing, till they can't stand it. composer but never composed, singing the symphonies of the overdosed.

independent rp blog for the master from doctor who. fc: gemma arterton. follows back selectively.

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callidusxdetectus:

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Well damn, that lie didn’t work out all too well for the detective.
    Many know of this Doctor”

"Many - but not so many on this planet.”

"I’ve gone soft in my old age. Everyone gets one lie. One lie for which I don’t… punish them. So before you lie to me again, you think about how quickly I caught you in this one - and you think about how important it is to you that your tongue stays intact in that pretty little mouth of yours because I swear I will fucking cut it out. I’ll ask one more time. To the best of your knowledge, where is he?”

|| Ven & Alice

withloveandtime:

“It’s custard. Haven’t you ever had custard b’fore?” The Doctor asked. “And just b’cause I don’t trust you doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you, Master. I never have been.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I have not. It looks vile," the Master retorted, wrinkling her nose. "I won’t regale you with what it looks like to me. And I never said you were afraid. I said you were calm. You’re terrible at being calm." She drained the end of her tea, setting the cup down and fishing out a handful of bills, dropping them on the table. "Believe what you like about me. Your opinion stopped mattering a long time ago. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go somewhere where you don’t show up out of the blue with some excuse about messages. Stalking isn’t attractive, Doctor,” she added sharply, picking up her umbrella.

Anonymous said:
So that frankly creepy stuff you're saying to Scratch all the time. What's up with that?

Humans.

So sapiocentric. Just because my sexuality doesn’t conform to your standards, it’s creepy?

Yes, I prefer my sexual relationships to be based on mutual enmity. I am rarely sexually attracted to people I actually care for on a romantic level. I enjoy pain, mine or another’s, and frankly, this sort of relationship satisfies my needs far better than a romantic relationship ever could. I have no problem with being single, but without hatred and violence, I feel empty.

Is that strictly healthy?

Perhaps not. But no one asked you, and I’m damn sure going to do it anyway.

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i just unfollowed like 150 blogs or so

if i unfollowed you and you want me back let me know

however most of you either never followed me back, ignored the starter, or dropped it after two replies so

Potential spoilers under the cut that are potentially important to what will be happening to this blog. It won’t happen unless we get confirmation on these spoilers, so it’s not necessary to spoil yourself just yet - but it’s a heads up for people who don’t mind spoilers.

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|| Ven & Alice

withloveandtime:

The Doctor took notice of her lies but said nothing. By now he was used to it. Expected it, even. He shook his head. “Perhaps you were being rude.” he murmured in response to her comment about the TARDIS’s old personality. “I told you what I thought, but you seem determined to dissuade me.” he said, wiping at the custard with his index finger and licking it. “Still not convinced.” He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.  

"And yet, you’re still sitting here, calmly snacking away on - on… What the hell is that?" she asked, completely sidetracked. "And I’m always rude, it’s my default knee-jerk reaction to everything, but what in the name of your fifth regeneration’s lapel pins is that?” The Master’s face slowly went from utterly confused to disgustedly horrified. 

thekeytoevolution:

She stared at the doppelganger in front of her, primarily shocked that she didn’t sense her coming. She was a bit occupied at the moment- the unease in the country had been only rising since the assassination of Kennedy and she intended on capitalizing on this distrust of the government. After all, the more fear a people felt, the easier it was to stage a coup. Of course, if it didn’t work, it could still be used as an ugly scar in the minds of the American people. Win-win either way. 

This stranger in front of her was certainly not in the plans, and Charlaine didn’t quite have the time to deal with her right then. 

"Do you need something?" She asked shortly before turning back to her files that were far more important. 

Today was just a hell of a day for getting the wrong timeline, evidently, but this one was a definite misfire. The entire fabric of it was different; the reverse side of the brocade.

"Not really, but while I’m here, I might as well offer my expertise." Perhaps it was a shot in the dark, but years of doing this had given her a feel for this sort of thing. "You see, I have this nasty habit of taking things that don’t belong to me. Very big things. Do me a favor, assume aliens are real for a moment, and that some of them are quite fond of the notion of universal domination. Then assume that one of them has a vested interest in not ever having to set foot on this planet again, but possesses a particular disgust for the human race.”

Some days, you just have to cut your losses, settle for the next best thing, and try again tomorrow.

thekeytoevolution:

Fair point and please, try to keep any events you may know of to yourself. My school will be avoiding any and all bloodshed, thank you. 

I suppose that’s as good as I’m going to get. The students can be rather precocious, however. I’d appreciate it if you kept your plans far away from them, though I don’t suppose I could stop you if you didn’t. 

[She ignored the rest of her rambling, dismissing it as something she doubted she would be able to comprehend. At least for now.]

You still haven’t answered my question of what exactly you’re doing here. Generally speaking, people don’t just show up to my office for nothing. 

You had to ask.

[The Master sighs, pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, attempting to figure out what the shortest way to tell this story is.]

Simply put, I have a vested interest in ensuring that Lensherr’s attention is otherwise occupied for an indeterminate amount of time. Powerful people attract powerful people, as both friends and enemies. I would rather not find myself impaled with a steel pipe due to the complexities of a very complicated, centuries long game of social chess, as it were, but I am reasonably certain I am barking up the wrong timeline.

I expect after I’ve found out for sure, that’ll be the last you see of me.

thekeytoevolution:

An entire class of biologists would disagree, though nothing I say is going to change your mind about that. I’ll agree to disagree. 

Fascinating. Though I have to admit, I am wondering what someone of your particular nature is doing at a mutant school on Earth. Your agenda is of no consequence to me, as long as my students are left out of it. While I hold no illusions I could oppose you on my own, I have associates that may stand some sort of chance. 

Human biologists, I feel obliged to point out. But species is really of no consequence at the end of the day. A very long day it will be indeed, admittedly, and not before there’s quite a bit of bloodshed - but there’s me cheating again, dropping tidbits I should keep to myself.

[The Master taps her finger against her lips thoughtfully.] I believe I can safely say your students will be completely left out of it, unless unforeseen circumstances crop up and they decide to involve themselves tangentially, which I denounce all responsibility for, as I have absolutely no plans to so much as introduce myself to them, let alone get them involved. But in all honesty, it may or may not be an accident. Sometimes I’m not terribly precise, you see - better if you don’t ask, it’s awfully complicated and that’s for people with a vague understanding of my… unique talents.

callidusxdetectus:

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"-I don’t care to deduce one all the time, though I can say you wished to know of him not in a kind way///you’re not a friend, more of an enemy it would seem

Long past with one another…”

The Master sucks her teeth. “Lucky guess, or have you got some sort of basis for your claim beyond a gut feeling? It doesn’t take much to observe that unless I choose to deceive, I’m quite… irritable, when it comes to the Doctor - though I feel obliged to point out that you appear to be lying now. Not many men have enemies. It’s a rather strong word. So you at least know of his reputation.”

thekeytoevolution:

[Looking up and seeing nearly an exact copy of herself wasn’t particularly new to Charlaine. Pretending to be her had be a hobby very near and dear to Raven’s heart, however, judging from her complete and utter inability to gain access into this woman’s mind, she sincerely doubted it was her adopted sister popping by for a visit.]

I’m Xavier, yes. Professor Charlaine Xavier. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I’m not quite sure of that yet. No use for dishonesty, you’re obviously far too clever for that. 

[The sarcasm was almost tangible, really.]

Well, if you did belong here and were willfully mocking me, then it stands to reason that’s you’re likely part of the so-called Brotherhood, thus ensuring that you don’t belong here, not at all. 

I’m not going to presume to be able to figure out this second option. It’s likely the only reason you’d tell me this is because there is very little chance I’d ever be able to come to anything close correct answer. 

So it stands to reason that you’re either a member of the Brotherhood sent to do God knows what or something very far from that with an agenda of your own. I’d leaning towards the latter. 

I’m glad my estimation of your intelligence was spot on. Clever enough to come to the correct conclusion, humble enough to admit you’re not clever enough to have all the facts. Remarkable in a human, really - and before you correct me, the distinction between your species and the human species is, to me, a matter of semantics. One mutation does not an entire species make.

Now, to satisfy that fascinating tendency for nearly dangerous curiosity that is invariably found in the entire genus to which you belong - my mind is impenetrable to you because I have had over a thousand years to practice the intricacies of telepathy, a common trait for my kind. And when you say very far, the location from which I originate is very far indeed, and in your lifetime you will not see any native of Earth manage to travel there, not even a test monkey. And as for my agenda, it’s quite simple, though it will remain my own. 

The resemblance, I assure you, is pure coincidence. Well, not quite. Circumstantial simultaneity is a more accurate term, though you may prefer to just use “coincidence”. It implies a deeper, and often unfathomable reason for occurrences such as this one, one that is typically not apparent to any involved parties till it’s far too late to be of use.

Mun & Muse: A Comparison by Me

♕ M U N  |  I N F O R M A T I O N ♕

Name: amberlee
Nicknames: leezy, lee, awful human being
Wishlist Nickname: idk man awful human being is p sweet
Eye Color: dark brown
Hair Color: black
Ethnicity: very mixed take a shot at it everyone with light skin mistakes me for their ethnicity
Lives in: cAUSE JERSEY JUST GOT COLDER AND I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I’M SCARED TO DEATH THAT EVERYONE WILL JUDGE ME FOR THAT
Relationship Status: taken i’d show you a picture but all the recent pictures i have of him are obscured by a large fat orange cat he likes taking cat selfies he’s a keeper
Character(s) Most Identifies with: probably clint barton i’m a walking human disaster made of bad life choices and determination
Hobbies: music, science, certain illegal pasttimes that i will not publicly admit to
Special talent(s): i know so many random facts it’s awesome also i’m a pretty impressive speed reader
Warning/disclaimer: i may seem like a bitch at first. it’s because i am. the biggest bitch ever, even 
Struggling With: what am i not struggling with ok

M U S E  |  I N F O R M A T I O N 

Name: the master
Nicknames: alice? more like an alias but w/e
Wishlist Nickname: listen she’s making a major concession here with aliases don’t press your luck
Birthday: fUCKED IF ANYONE EVEN KNOWS
Height: 5’7” or higher depending on the shoes
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brown
Ethnicity: um. does gallifrey even have ethnicities?
Lives in: depends on her whims
Relationship Status: she’s dating a data packet that lives in her ship and abuses the :3 emoticon i never said she was sane i just said she was saner
Classification: fuck your human classism
Special talent(s): engineering, sassing the shit out of everyone up until they break about the fifth bone then she cuts her losses
Struggling With: the perfect method of revenge and the stupidity of human beings

In conclusion: Same tbh lmao |  Almost | Ehh...
Not Really | Nope | In a Galaxy Far Far Away |

thekeytoevolution:

celestialsuperstar + themasterofwhat + professorcfxavier + perdxro + cryptyx

Welcome to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Terribly sorry I wasn’t able to greet you at the door. I’ve been a bit busy, as you can see. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. 

[And score one for the circumstantial simultaneity again. Bit exciting, really - poor sort of Time Lord that hasn’t ever encountered it in person, and this is one hell of an example.]

As I see it, you have two choices. One, I just happen to be the sort of person who belongs here and I’m willfully mocking you. Two, well. You’ll just have to figure that out on your own. I expect you’re Xavier… herself? You could, of course, attempt to dig the truth out of me using a more dishonest tactic, but I assure you it’s a futile effort. You’re welcome to try, though, if you like.