Isn’t it great that Simm Master and Missy both do this ducklips thing when they’re annoyed or when they’ve scented prey:


Lol. ❤ Idiots.
Isn’t it great that Simm Master and Missy both do this ducklips thing when they’re annoyed or when they’ve scented prey:


Lol. ❤ Idiots.
//tfw you remember your idiot muse in the spaceship nardole piloted, going “where’s the big gun, a really big gun to blast a hole in the ceiling would help,” like a mix between an impudent five-year-old and a snobby diamond-encased bitch on a cruise ship asking where the shuffleboard deck and cocktail bar are.
//OHHHHHHHH this is HARD.
If it came down to it, I would have to choose Series Four.
I love Series Three Master for his expansive, terrifyingly determined ambition, his brilliance, his capacity to subconsciously manipulate an entire planet via a cellular phone network, to establish an entire plausible false persona, to learn enough about an earth-based socio-political system to ascend to its highest ranks, to design and build a literal floating island fortress as well as an armory of black hole converters, travel to the end of the universe and recruit the humans there to his cause, etc etc etc. He is never more whimsically sadistic than in this series, and he gets arguably the furthest of ALL faces of the Master in actually defeating the Doctor and establishing lasting dominion over his favorite planet. Series Three Master is a truly impressive “anti-Doctor.”
BUT.
Series Four Master is a broken, rock-bottom, frightened, tantruming child, and as pathetic as he is, he is my favorite for that very vulnerability. All of my favorite Thoschei shipper moments come out of the End of Time episodes, and I believe End of Time was a turning point for the character, planting the seed that would become the reformed Master in Missy (I argue, in fact, that without Moffat at the helm, that reform would have come sooner still, but that’s for another meta). Series Four Master cries. Series Four Master laughs like an idiot. Series Four Master pouts when the Doctor calls Donna his “best friend.” Series Four Master throws his hands up in jubilation when the Doctor confirms that the Drums are “real.” And in that moment, Series Four Master reminds me of myself when someone I love believes how much a chronic illness is tormenting me.
Also, John Simm looks … peculiarly sexy with bleached blond hair, scruff, and eyeliner.
Send headcanons for my muse and I’ll tell you if I agree.
AGREED. Honestly this is literally his modus operandi, like, canonically. Lmao, though, I love your motives here. I’ll gladly pontificate XD
….Okay let’s just lmao limit it to Simm Master because otherwise we’ll be here all night and since I’m still a Classic Who novice I will miss some great example from the Delgado, Ainley, Beevers, Roberts, et al eras.
Although I absolutely feel that Missy is an extension of this tendency, and an interesting one, because she took it and refined it by changing her gender to that of a “typical companion” and by actually GIFTING the Doctor with a companion (Clara) that she thought she could, by extension, manipulate (and then, through the Doctor, murder: thereby making the Doctor even more like herself, by showing him that his hatred for Daleks made him capable of killing an innocent who was dear to him, the “enemy in the friend and the friend in the enemy”). It was only after that blew up in her face that she established tentative detente with the Doctor’s most recent companion, Bill Potts. But she still absolutely sees humans as the Doctor’s “pets.”
As for Simm, some stellar examples of abusing and grandstanding over companions:
–The Toclafane: “Human race, Doctor. Greatest monsters of them all.” Need I say more? Take the Doctor’s “favorite species” and show him explicitly how revoltingly, how wickedly, they turned on themselves and others.
–Rose Tyler: researched her during phenomenally productive year and a half as Harold Saxon, built a respect for her capacity to withstand the Heart of the TARDIS, but then weaponized this knowledge against both the Doctor and against…..
–Martha Jones: used her sister to keep tabs on her family, kidnapped and physically threatened her family, made her family his slaves on board the Valiant, made calculatedly and artificially donned sexist remarks about and to her (this could be its own meta but I’ll refrain), threatened her life, gave her entire family, particularly her mother Francine, PTSD via said actions. Uncharacteristically reckless in his resolve to underestimate Martha, this is ironically what led to his defeat in Last of the Time Lords. I headcanon that of all of the Doctor’s companions, Martha ended up being the one he respects the most, for beating him fair and square at his own game.
–Lucy Saxon: “his” companion but absolutely a mockery, a staged pageantry, not only to maintain appearance of a “respectable” British civil servant, but ALSO to sneer at the Doctor for his preoccupation with human companions (basically, “look Doctor, I can get one too, I’ll even marry one to make you furious and jealous!” I know, infantile, lol.) I do not believe that for one moment the Master felt a thing for Lucy, and took advantage of her propensity to social-climb to blind her to his true ambitions and nature. All to take a jab at the Doctor. She was a pawn from start to finish, and it’s awful.
–Jack Harkness: murdered “the freak” daily and jovially and entirely to hurt the Doctor, because Jack was close to the Doctor and dared try to thwart the Master’s plans.
–Donna Noble: “Eugh, he loves playing with Earth Girls.” As soon as he learned, during his self-replication over every human being on earth, that Donna was crucial both to Wilf and to the Doctor, after she rebuffed his dopplegangers with Time Vortex energy, he was visibly upset, bristling with jealousy, and immediately started grilling the Doctor for the location of his TARDIS. The Doctor saw this vulnerable, agitated moment and even used it to make the “wonder what I’d be without you” speech, effectively and totally disarming the Master, and reducing him to tears, for a period of several moments, arguably leading to his choice to save the Doctor from Rassilon.
–Bill Potts: The biggest victim of the Great Simm Master Series Ten Characterization Retcon. Ahem I mean. Anyway. Need I even explain this one? The worst case by far, and an example of the Master’s obsessive propensity for a long-con. Didn’t turn Bill into a Cyberman himself, but entirely took advantage of his previous knowledge of that platform’s conversion center “hospital” to hand her over to their authorities, after ten years of being her friend (and honestly, I think he really WAS her friend, which makes it arguably worse, that he can turn on anyone who isn’t the Doctor that easily even if he cares for them). Why? Ultimately, I believe, because he’s learned that DERIDING THE HUMANS THE DOCTOR PAYS ATTENTION TO DOESN’T WORK. It just makes the Doctor CHAMPION THOSE HUMANS EVEN MORE. So instead, he LETS THE HUMANS TURN ON THE DOCTOR AND DERIDE HIM THEMSELVES. “I waited for you,” Bill accuses, and the Doctor looks like he’s just been shot in the hearts.
//Simm Master in Thor: Ragnarok attire modeled after Valkyrie shooting giant guns remote controlled by sensors in his fists at enemies, trolololol. About to add a background.
Lmao can you tell I already packed my large paper for my move, so I had to make do XD;
//The Master would totally wire giant guns to the sides of his TARDIS with remote sensors built into gloves, like Valkyrie here:

and use it to obliterate anyone trying to come near and harm him or his loved ones, because he’s a piece of shit who doesn’t know how to show love except by being a demented violent beast who thinks what he’s doing is patently hilarious, and I feel bad now, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

(yes I’ll be finishing this and sticking it on an actual background eventually, lol)

“OH NO you don’t! Doctor, if you think that I’m gonna fall for this obvious
bit of baiting just because you’re issuing me a challenge, then you can
just …”
The Master stares at the Doctor. At the sandwich.
A High Noon theme plays in the middle distance.
A single bead of sweat drizzles down his brow.
His teeth grind.
And he takes a bite of the sandwich.
His eyes water, and death by heat closes in, mouth first.
He takes another bite, defiantly.
Apex idiot.