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After The Storm
Gallifrey returned and fell once more, forever trapped in the time lock. Pulled back from our own doom, there was nothing left to do but survive. So ask us a question and we'll tell you the story of what came after the storm. (There's a link to read After the Storm in it's entirety below)

In addition to After the Storm, this blog has all the Doctor x Master fanfiction by somethinglikesunshine

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Anonymous asked: I hope you come back soon<3

Oh sweetie. Thank you. I’m sorry I’ve been nonexistent. There’s been a lot of stuff going on. Between working 60ish hours a week and planning a cross country move, I’ve been kind of swamped. I miss you guys lots though, so I’m trying to work up at least some little drabbly things to post soon. I’m sorry again for not really being around lately. 

Hello darlings! Just a heads up that I’m not actually dead. Work has just been kicking my ass. (Excuse my language. Working 4:30a.m. to 11 p.m. on Monday seemed to merit it). I’m working on both multiple updates for here, and a giveaway for one of my RP blogs, because hey, who doesn’t want the jewelry box of Rassilon? XD Anyway, thank you all for your patience. I have a vacation coming up shortly, so things should be back to normal soon <3

posted 8 months ago with 1 note

anechooffour:

((Sorry for the radio silence, everyone! I’ve been out of town, and now I’m back, but I’m working pretty hardcore on a cosplay project. 

I’m putting this together for Gallifrey One.

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posted 9 months ago with 5 notes
Anonymous asked: In response to your request for art work.. There is this one where The Doctor is handcuffed (standing) to a pole thing, and his pants are unbuttoned, and The Master is leaning up to kiss him. I don't know if you've seen it before but I can't find it currently, but if you do know it, I'd love a fic for it..

Asdfghjkl I know that one, but I can’t find a post for it or the person to credit with the lovely art. Of someone could help me track down either, I will happily write for it

posted 9 months ago with 1 note

I think I’m going to go on a hunt for some Doctor x Master art posts to write fic to. I forgot how much I enjoy doing that. Any suggestions?

Edit: Alternately, if someone wants to pair up and write/draw something together, I’d be equally up for that. <3

posted 9 months ago with 1 note
thetruththatshouldbe asked: Half-a-sentence challenge (pick whichever): It was the best of times... | Maybe it's nkt such a waste, that... | Had I known that I'd receive such a welcome...

Clearly I’ll just have to do them all :D

It was the best of times, the brief respite in a centuries long war where, just for a moment, they forgot they were fighting at all. The Master wondered, just for a second, if this would be the time the Doctor stopped running. The Doctor dared hope this was the time they silenced the drums once and for all. Those fleeting moments of fancy as they dared believe each other capable of change, only made it more heart wrenching when it fell apart. 

Maybe it’s not such a waste that they end up here, grounded by a TARDIS that’s finally fed up with both her Thief and that Other One. There’s no civilization for the Master to take over, no humans for the Doctor to dote on, and they’re only left with a long since abandoned planet… and each other. They bicker, scathing words accompanied by various levels of violence, but the bitter cold drives them together, hiding in the warmth the other provides. 

"Had I known that I’d receive such a welcome, I’d have done this ages ago," the Doctor muttered sarcastically, wriggling in the grip of the Master’s lackeys. 

posted 9 months ago with 3 notes
quorgi:

Artwork by myselfFic by andgallifreyfell
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They’d barely woken, but the Master was still there, and that was a good sign. Nose to nose on the pillow, his fingers were draped over the Doctor’s flank even in sleep, calm and familiar in a way they hadn’t managed since they’d been so very young. It was the moments like this he lived for, the rare good days where he could look at the Master and see something he recognized.  For all he whined at the Master’s decadence, he couldn’t argue with the soft bedding that cradled them, satiny sheets brushing over bare skin in a way that reminded him just how little he was wearing. He shifted closer to the Master, murmuring appreciatively at the way the fabric moved over his body. The Master’s eyelids just barely flickered when their bodies pressed flush together, but he didn’t seem entirely aware.  He marveled at the way they fit so conveniently this time around. All tangled legs and naked skin, he dragged his fingers down the Master’s spine, just for the way his companion arched into it, responsive if not exactly awake. The Master was lovely like this, softened by sleep, all his malice couched away in some dark corner.  He could, of course, be excused for the way he leaned in, nudging at the Master’s lips. Proximity made him dizzy with want, and physically speaking, they could be no closer. He dragged his fingers up the Master’s back, cradling his jaw in them.  There was a soft hum, a sleepy acknowledgement as the Master’s hand twitched against his skin. A reply came in something like rhythm, the Master pulling at the Doctor’s mouth with his own, saying something soft and tired and unintelligible in the space between them. He was practically gentle like this, sleep dulling all his usual roughness.  The Doctor took advantage, tongue skating across the seam of the Master’s lips, begging entrance. Something like a sigh bled against the Doctor’s mouth as the Master complied, fingers lethargically dragging up his spine. It was such a tender gesture, like the Master had forgotten to be demanding or violent, he couldn’t quite stifle his own happy hum.  If he’d thought the Master wasn’t entirely aware, it wasn’t a delusion that lasted long. The Master’s tongue curled in his mouth, tentatively tracing his teeth, and he could scarcely help the way his hips canted forward in response. He opened his mouth a little more, meeting the Master half way.  Impatient. Even the thought was muted, a sleepy complaint that nudged against his mind. Well and two could play that game. He said nothing, only offered back an image reminding the Master of what else his mouth was capable of, counting it a victory when the Master gasped against his lips.  He pressed the advantage, drifting from the Master’s lips to press kisses along the curve of his jaw. The Doctor half expected some sort of retaliation or fight for dominance, but he’d played it just right, he liked to think. The Master only tilted his head back, whining when the Doctor’s teeth scraped the junction of his jaw and throat.  The sound was addictive, and he greedily drank it in. He sucked at the Master’s pulse, fingers straying to roll them over until the Master’s hips were caged between his knees. For once, the Master didn’t seem remotely interested in fighting, only arching up against him.  “Doctor.” The word was a whispered complaint, a plea of sorts.. He might have asked, but the Master’s vague suggestion that he do something floated in his mind, debris amidst the way the Master fed his own pleasure right back. It had been so long since he’d known someone he could be this way with, the sensation was still overwhelming.  Caving to the Master’s unspoken demands, he ground his hips forward, hissing at the contact. He punctuated the act with the press of his teeth over the Master’s pulse. There was a keening sound and the Master all but clawed at his spine, pleasantly lost in the moment.  There were nails digging insistently into his skin, leaving him shivering at the sensation. He let go only to scrabble for something he could use before his mind fogged up too much to remember his intentions. His every touch was fed back to him, and he could feel the pulse beneath his tongue every bit as much as teeth digging into his throat, exquisitely just shy of painful.  He fumbled more than he’d have liked, shifting enough to nudge the Master’s thighs apart. Wasting little time, he whined when the Master retaliated, feeding back the scrape of blunt nails up the insides of his thighs. The Doctor kissed harder, devouring the Master’s lips as the scales tipped between lazy and urgent.  The Master was pawing at him, fingers kneading his hips, but he paid them no mind. One finger and then two, he worked his way in, until the Master was clawing at the sheets, releasing his hold on the Doctor to palm at his own cock, not even hiding the surface thoughts of desperation and need. The Doctor held onto that, fanning them as he picked up the pace, dipping his head to nibble at the Master’s collarbone.  “Doctor,” the Master whined out his name in want or warning, it was hard to tell. The Doctor whimpered as he was fed what the Master felt, fucked on his fingers, a hand gliding over the length of his cock. Oh that wasn’t fair, but it hardly mattered. He told himself he’d been getting to that anyway.  He gathered the coherence at least to pull his hand away, listening with satisfaction to the way the Master whined between clenched teeth. The Master opened one eye, looking expectantly at him, and the Doctor might’ve grinned if he hadn’t also ached to be closer. Instead, he hastily settled between the Master’s thighs, pressing in in one smooth motion.  There was something addictive about the way the Master always seemed to react. His expression seemed torn between fury at the violation of it, and desperate need, the latter writing a raw wail from his throat. Their minds wound together as surely as their bodies, and the Doctor wasn’t sure which one of them cried out as he felt both the heat of the Master’s body around his and the delicious pressure of being penetrated like that.  They moved together like they belonged that way, furious kisses and rocking hips and the Master’s hands curled tightly around his sides. There were pleas and murmured names between kisses and slick sheets rubbing against his back with every thrust. He melted into it as he threaded their thoughts together until they were hopelessly tangled.  They were two creatures, just barely, all frantic touches and whispered words between their lips. He couldn’t breathe for the way the Master possessed him, legs curled around his hips, urging him closer. He whimpered, a mewling sound he might’ve been embarrassed about if the circumstances had been different.  He took mercy, fingers curling around the Master’s, dragging frantically over his cock from root to tip. Their minds fell blissfully into place, and he couldn’t remember anymore, who was doing what. Heat and pressure and the way they kissed and kissed all bled together until they unraveled entirely, a mess of threads, hopelessly out of order.  Distantly, he heard the Master cry out, though in retrospect, he wasn’t certain it hadn’t been him. He jerked his hips forward, whining in pleasure as it bowled him over, wringing him out entirely. They lost all rhythm as the Master came between them, shuddering violently as a low wail reached the Doctor’s ears through everything else.  The universe went blank around him and he sailed into nothing, awash in the pleasure of it all. Distantly, he was aware of the way his hips jerked once more, leaving him limp against the Master’s chest. They were fragile like this, their minds in tatters, and it felt so good he was loathe to pick up the pieces.  He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, only that he was comfortable, dully aware of the Master mouthing mildly at his throat. There was always this afterward, where he grasped for something to say. 

hmm, I wrote this thing ages ago and I don&#8217;t remember if I ever posted it here or if it&#8217;s just been sadly languishing in my drafts forever, so here you go &lt;3

quorgi:

Artwork by myself
Fic by andgallifreyfell

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They’d barely woken, but the Master was still there, and that was a good sign. Nose to nose on the pillow, his fingers were draped over the Doctor’s flank even in sleep, calm and familiar in a way they hadn’t managed since they’d been so very young. It was the moments like this he lived for, the rare good days where he could look at the Master and see something he recognized.

For all he whined at the Master’s decadence, he couldn’t argue with the soft bedding that cradled them, satiny sheets brushing over bare skin in a way that reminded him just how little he was wearing. He shifted closer to the Master, murmuring appreciatively at the way the fabric moved over his body. The Master’s eyelids just barely flickered when their bodies pressed flush together, but he didn’t seem entirely aware.

He marveled at the way they fit so conveniently this time around. All tangled legs and naked skin, he dragged his fingers down the Master’s spine, just for the way his companion arched into it, responsive if not exactly awake. The Master was lovely like this, softened by sleep, all his malice couched away in some dark corner.

He could, of course, be excused for the way he leaned in, nudging at the Master’s lips. Proximity made him dizzy with want, and physically speaking, they could be no closer. He dragged his fingers up the Master’s back, cradling his jaw in them.

There was a soft hum, a sleepy acknowledgement as the Master’s hand twitched against his skin. A reply came in something like rhythm, the Master pulling at the Doctor’s mouth with his own, saying something soft and tired and unintelligible in the space between them. He was practically gentle like this, sleep dulling all his usual roughness.

The Doctor took advantage, tongue skating across the seam of the Master’s lips, begging entrance. Something like a sigh bled against the Doctor’s mouth as the Master complied, fingers lethargically dragging up his spine. It was such a tender gesture, like the Master had forgotten to be demanding or violent, he couldn’t quite stifle his own happy hum.

If he’d thought the Master wasn’t entirely aware, it wasn’t a delusion that lasted long. The Master’s tongue curled in his mouth, tentatively tracing his teeth, and he could scarcely help the way his hips canted forward in response. He opened his mouth a little more, meeting the Master half way.

Impatient. Even the thought was muted, a sleepy complaint that nudged against his mind. Well and two could play that game. He said nothing, only offered back an image reminding the Master of what else his mouth was capable of, counting it a victory when the Master gasped against his lips.

He pressed the advantage, drifting from the Master’s lips to press kisses along the curve of his jaw. The Doctor half expected some sort of retaliation or fight for dominance, but he’d played it just right, he liked to think. The Master only tilted his head back, whining when the Doctor’s teeth scraped the junction of his jaw and throat.

The sound was addictive, and he greedily drank it in. He sucked at the Master’s pulse, fingers straying to roll them over until the Master’s hips were caged between his knees. For once, the Master didn’t seem remotely interested in fighting, only arching up against him.

“Doctor.” The word was a whispered complaint, a plea of sorts.. He might have asked, but the Master’s vague suggestion that he do something floated in his mind, debris amidst the way the Master fed his own pleasure right back. It had been so long since he’d known someone he could be this way with, the sensation was still overwhelming.

Caving to the Master’s unspoken demands, he ground his hips forward, hissing at the contact. He punctuated the act with the press of his teeth over the Master’s pulse. There was a keening sound and the Master all but clawed at his spine, pleasantly lost in the moment.

There were nails digging insistently into his skin, leaving him shivering at the sensation. He let go only to scrabble for something he could use before his mind fogged up too much to remember his intentions. His every touch was fed back to him, and he could feel the pulse beneath his tongue every bit as much as teeth digging into his throat, exquisitely just shy of painful.

He fumbled more than he’d have liked, shifting enough to nudge the Master’s thighs apart. Wasting little time, he whined when the Master retaliated, feeding back the scrape of blunt nails up the insides of his thighs. The Doctor kissed harder, devouring the Master’s lips as the scales tipped between lazy and urgent.

The Master was pawing at him, fingers kneading his hips, but he paid them no mind. One finger and then two, he worked his way in, until the Master was clawing at the sheets, releasing his hold on the Doctor to palm at his own cock, not even hiding the surface thoughts of desperation and need. The Doctor held onto that, fanning them as he picked up the pace, dipping his head to nibble at the Master’s collarbone.

“Doctor,” the Master whined out his name in want or warning, it was hard to tell. The Doctor whimpered as he was fed what the Master felt, fucked on his fingers, a hand gliding over the length of his cock. Oh that wasn’t fair, but it hardly mattered. He told himself he’d been getting to that anyway.

He gathered the coherence at least to pull his hand away, listening with satisfaction to the way the Master whined between clenched teeth. The Master opened one eye, looking expectantly at him, and the Doctor might’ve grinned if he hadn’t also ached to be closer. Instead, he hastily settled between the Master’s thighs, pressing in in one smooth motion.

There was something addictive about the way the Master always seemed to react. His expression seemed torn between fury at the violation of it, and desperate need, the latter writing a raw wail from his throat. Their minds wound together as surely as their bodies, and the Doctor wasn’t sure which one of them cried out as he felt both the heat of the Master’s body around his and the delicious pressure of being penetrated like that.

They moved together like they belonged that way, furious kisses and rocking hips and the Master’s hands curled tightly around his sides. There were pleas and murmured names between kisses and slick sheets rubbing against his back with every thrust. He melted into it as he threaded their thoughts together until they were hopelessly tangled.

They were two creatures, just barely, all frantic touches and whispered words between their lips. He couldn’t breathe for the way the Master possessed him, legs curled around his hips, urging him closer. He whimpered, a mewling sound he might’ve been embarrassed about if the circumstances had been different.

He took mercy, fingers curling around the Master’s, dragging frantically over his cock from root to tip. Their minds fell blissfully into place, and he couldn’t remember anymore, who was doing what. Heat and pressure and the way they kissed and kissed all bled together until they unraveled entirely, a mess of threads, hopelessly out of order.

Distantly, he heard the Master cry out, though in retrospect, he wasn’t certain it hadn’t been him. He jerked his hips forward, whining in pleasure as it bowled him over, wringing him out entirely. They lost all rhythm as the Master came between them, shuddering violently as a low wail reached the Doctor’s ears through everything else.

The universe went blank around him and he sailed into nothing, awash in the pleasure of it all. Distantly, he was aware of the way his hips jerked once more, leaving him limp against the Master’s chest. They were fragile like this, their minds in tatters, and it felt so good he was loathe to pick up the pieces.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, only that he was comfortable, dully aware of the Master mouthing mildly at his throat. There was always this afterward, where he grasped for something to say.

hmm, I wrote this thing ages ago and I don’t remember if I ever posted it here or if it’s just been sadly languishing in my drafts forever, so here you go <3

posted 9 months ago with 53 notes
Send me half a sentence and I will finish it!

angelicpower:

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wheee this game again. I have all my drabble requests and prompts in drafts, but I want to do something and this is small enough I can focus on it.

posted 9 months ago with 8,418 notes

Tada new layout :) I’m still working out a few kinks but overall I think I’m pretty pleased with it 

Okay, I love ALL messages and requests, but sometimes you guys give me prompts that make me so stupidly happy. To the end of time requesting anon, asdfghjkl yes. Consider it done

posted 9 months ago with 1 note