The Master’s currently buried under exactly thirteen blankets, on his stomach, with a glass of alkaseltzer by his bed. Never in his life has he lamented more that aspirin is poison; he’s half convinced to use it anyway.
“Why was I born?” he groans.
LMAO YOU ARE ALL LITERALLY GONNA KILL HIM KJLSDFGKLHJSDFG
Send 🍷 for my muse to drink a shot.
“Woooooow, you lot’re relentless.”
The Master keeps his eyes closed this time, sprinkling just a pinch of ginger in the shot before he throws it back, to keep from falling over via vertigo.
Send 🍷 for my muse to drink a shot.
“Oh nooooooooooooo.”
The Master sits down on the grated floor of his TARDIS and waves the new challenger over.
“HehHAH, I’m gonna … . be in a bit of a pickle here soon.”
One small sand grain of humility and common sense.
Then he drinks all five shots.
Send 🍷 for my muse to drink a shot.
The Master examines the challenge before him, and begins to laugh.
Then to cackle, like an incomprehensible Frankenstein’s Monster of hyena and wealthy English country squire.
And because the Master’s modus operandi is to be deeply quixotic, he strides over to the table full of shot glasses, pulls a packet of ginger from his coat pocket and doses half the glasses.
“Just you wait,” he thunders, pointing at the challenger.
And then he consumes the entire table.
He braces a chair beside it, eyes drowsy, one eyebrow arched.
“I will now recite the annotated History of Gallifrey,” he declares,
slurring only slightly as he proceeds to do so.
//NICE ANON, YOU ARE LURKIN’ ALL MY BLOGS? :V <33333 Awww thank you so much for your continued kindness!!!!!!!! ksljhdfglhkjsdfg Lmao I am so glad I’m able to make this piece of trash character likable to those who previously wrote him off, that’s a massive compliment.
“I’ll give you a tip, and in doing so, let you in on a secret: your question
wrongly presupposes that I didn’t want to get caught.”
@canspotatimeagent SEE ASHLEY SEE! it’s not just us!
Thank you SO MUCH, anon! <3333
Send Koschei his babies!
“Plum! What’re you up to?”
The Master squats and lifts his daughter into his arms, rubbing circles on her little back, kissing her round freckled cheek. When he’s done properly greeting his baby, he pulls back to look at her bright, feisty exploits with unbridled delight.
(Mama wants to eat the eggs. You hide them well!)
//Space Noodle doesn’t need a bigger ego but he thanks you anyway and I offer you hugs :DDDD
Icarus 