Safety Over Teamwork

my brother in christ what happened to you

I probably won’t be posting a fic or a blurb until this weekend or next week.

The next couple of days are just a bit hectic and I have to work and catch up on some things.

So, the editing process of the fics and blurbs I have lined up will take longer for me to complete.

But I will post some things soon ish!

- Ghost

I’m desperately trying to resist the urge to write x reader fics for Our Flag Means Death because I don’t know it anyone would want them!

Drumming Noise Inside My Head

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Drums are raging in The Master’s head and The Reader comforts him.

Warnings - The Master’s Drums, The Master being insecure/depressed/sad/stressed

Word Count - 2229

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was inspired by The Drumming Song by Florence & The Machine. This song always reminded me of The Master, so I just thought I should write a fic based on it.

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The Master couldn’t believe that you wanted to be with him. He was brash and impulsive. He had a tendency to be rude and not aware of other people’s emotions. And, obviously, he was a murderer who constantly created various plans to destroy planets, galaxies, and, of course, his best enemy. Despite all of that though, here you were, travelling along the ride of life with him for a reason that he could not understand.

The Master was naturally suspicious, ever since he was young. Maybe it was an effect of looking into the Time Vortex at such a young age and The Drums that invaded his mind since that event, or maybe The Master was just like this, or even something else responsible. Maybe everyone and everything in The Master’s life just led him to be so suspicious.

The Master’s parents, from as far back as he could remember, had stuffed his head full of the fear that everyone would want to steal their power and wealth as a familial line if given the chance; therefore no one could be trusted. The Time Wars then enforced this ideology. So many of the Gallifreyan leaders were stabbed in the back by underlings who wished to have more power and their planet being in chaos gave them the opportunity. 

Again, The Master beginning to scheme and plot reinforced his mindset that no one could be trusted. Of course, he was also trying to take over many people. But he was brought up with the belief that, as a Time Lord, he had the right to be at the forefront of making history, no matter what other people believed.

Maybe it was his time alone in space that really forged his nature. Though The Master could never be sure of the real reason why he acted the way he did, he just continued to act so as to not go crazy in the emptiness of space.

The Master’s suspicious nature never died down upon meeting you either. You were always kind and patient with The Master, but so many other people in The Master’s past pretended to be kind and patient in order to use him. Though you had so many opportunities to manipulate him, or try to, that is, but you never did. So maybe you could be trusted after all.

The Master did eventually will himself to trust you enough in order to interact with you during his O persona. Then to tell you who he truly was. Then his trust grew enough to allow you onto his TARDIS. And then to begin dating you. 

Even though his trust in you did grow exponentially, The Master could never shake all of his insecurities away. Either his Drums would flare up and he would question everything that led to this moment in time or vice versa. The Master, unfortunately for himself, could never resist the urge to question his entire life, which always lead to a massive drumbeat-filled headache.

The Master refused to tell you about The Drums. The only person who really knew about The Drums was The Doctor, and she had a history of not believing the severity of the drumbeat inside The Master’s mind. And after Rassilon and the leaders of Gallifrey accused him of being insane and diseased for the noise in his mind, the noise they gave him, The Master assumed that everyone would see him as weak and monstrous for something he did not choose to have. The last thing he wanted was for you to run from him. You were the only person left in his life. And The Master, even though he was still sceptical of you, had grown very fond of you. He might even conjecture that he loved you, if he even knew what that feeling was. But whatever he was feeling was very similar to what billions of romantics had described as love. Perhaps, telling you about the truth of his mind would not be as devastating as The Master feared.

The Drums were particularly loud today. They have been echoing around his brain since he woke up this morning. Unlike some of his previous regenerations, The Drums weren’t always this bad, but The Master would have some horrible days still. 

The Drums were already raging in The Master’s head by the time you woke up. He had tried to stay quiet while being with you, but he eventually needed to distract himself, so he picked up the book he left on the bedside table and tried to focus and read until you woke up. Once you had, The Master quickly placed the book back on the bedside table. He hadn’t progressed very far in it and that was only making the drumbeat and his insecurities worse. All The Master wanted at the moment was your attention, which you happily gave him.

After a brief moment of cuddling, you got up to take a shower. You, in your tired state, assumed that today was like any normal day and that The Master was feeling perfect and well. 

The Master informed you that he would take a shower in his own bedroom, which wasn’t abnormal. He would do this often if he had a plan in mind so he could easily run out of the shower and write down whatever idea he had. So, again, you thought nothing of his act. You, however, had never actually been to his room. The TARDIS always kept it hidden, but you never pushed her or her Master on why that was the case.

Before leaving your room, though, The Master said that he would either be working in his study or in The TARDIS console room or the storage rooms. It was a lie, of course. After The Master’s long shower, he dried himself off and then cocooned himself within the many blankets on his bed. 

The Master did feel bad for not telling you the truth. You deserved his honesty. He just didn’t want to worry you. In the back of his mind, however, The Master worried that you didn’t care at all. He couldn’t help but think that he was unworthy of your kindness and love, if your feelings were even real. The Master continued to debate your love for him and all of his failings in his life until he eventually dozed off into a troubling and nightmare-filled nap.

You needed to ask The Master something a couple of hours after you woke up that morning. It wasn’t too important. It was just something small related to your job on Earth. But you wanted to complete the project you were working on today. 

You looked in The Master’s office, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked in the console room, but still nothing. Finally, you walked all the way down into the dark storage rooms, and still, The Master was nowhere to be seen.

You felt The TARDIS urging you out of the room and toward another part of the ship. You followed her instructions without question. The TARDIS’s telepathic services rang throughout your mind when you walked out of the storage rooms with a confused huff. She kindly led you through her wandering halls to an unknown room. You asked telepathically if The Master was in the room, and she responded that he was. 

So, you knocked on the door, but there was no response. The TARDIS urged you to just open the door, and you did. The room looked like a normal bedroom, at least from what you could see of it because the lights were all out. There was an outline bed, wardrobes, and a desk, but there was no sign of The Master.

“Can you please close the door?” You jumped a bit upon hearing The Master’s voice, which sounded broken and sad. You really didn’t think that he was in the room, but you did as he asked without question. 

“Master? Are you okay?” You walked forward a bit into the dark of the room but stayed reliably close to the door.

“I’m fine. You can just go about your day, Y/n.” You huffed, knowing that The Master was deflecting. You slowly walked around the bed, after making out the fact that the mound of the bed was in fact The Master. He was mainly sleeping on the side of the bed that The Master always slept on when the two of you shared a bed, so you stayed on your side of the bed as well. You lend down into a kneeling position and looked at the breathing mound of blankets. You wanted to give The Master space, but also look him in the eye, if possible. You suddenly felt determined to get to the bottom of The Master’s depressive episodes. He had been hiding for far too long.

“I’m not going to leave you like this. Now, what’s wrong, Master?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does matter. Something’s wrong and I want to make it better if I can.”

“Just hold me.” You heard The Master choke out after a long silence. He lifted up the side of the blankets you were closest to, allowing you to crawl under The Master’s many blankets. Even in the darkness, you could see that The Master was holding himself and he was shaking a bit. You quickly wrapped your body around his and just held him. Sometimes, you kissed his forehead and brought a hand through his hair, but The Master was still shaking. Seeing him like this terrified you. Seeing the person you loved so broken looking was hurting you to your core. You just wanted to help The Master.

“Master, please just give me a hint as to what’s going on so I can be useful. It doesn’t have to be everything, but what’s going on? I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“Have I ever told you about The Drums?” The Master said in a strained voice. You responded with a confused ‘no.’

“The Untempered Schism?” Again, you responded with a confused ‘no.’

“What about the Time Vortex?”

“Just that that is what we travel through. Why?”

The Master explained The Drums to you, slowly because he was still in pain. He explained how he looked into the Untempered Schism as a child and that’s when the drumbeat first began to plague his mind. Finally, he explained everything that the Drums did to him, both minor consequences and major symptoms. Everything that The Master had to experience broke your heart, but the mention of the drumbeat piqued your curiosity.

“Is this what I have been hearing sometimes?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes, when we are cuddling or reading together or just at random times when I am with you, I hear a drum beat in my head. It’s always four beats. It’s steady and soft in the background. I hear it now actually.”

“Does it scare you?”

“No. It calms me down. It reminds me of you, Master.” The Master hummed; he didn’t understand why you could hear The Drums or why you weren’t worried about it. However, The Master was too drained to process either of those realities fully, so he just accepted it. He was staring off into space when you cupped his face in your hands. The Drums, when they were raging, caused him to not process things fully. Like there was a loud fog in his head and it made him feel horrible. But you were making all of this period more bearable.

You brushed your palm through his disgruntled hair, and then delicately caressed his face again. The Master closed his eyes; he always grew more relaxed in your presence.

“I love you.” The Master whispered vulnerably.

“I love you, Master.” You saw him smile bittersweetly and a stray tear rolled down his face. You wiped it away and kissed his forehead before cuddling The Master once more. 

“Do you want to take a nap?” The Master nodded into you.

“Do you want to be alone?” The Master shook his head “no,” but then immediately groaned when an intense pain erupted through his head. You told The Master that you were going to get him some more painkillers and water before you took your nap. It took some convincing for The Master to actually let you go, but you ensured him that you would return quickly.

You made sure that The Master took the medication and drank some water. You knew that in times like these it was your responsibility to take care of him, and you were happy to do it. You wanted to make sure that The Master was safe and healthy and happy, just like how he had always made you feel when you were feeling low.

The two of you then laid back down together on The Master’s bed and shuffled around a bit before you found a comfortable position. The Master ended up laying on top of you, with his head over your heart and your hands either rubbed circled on his back or played with his hair. In this environment, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a deep slumber. And, when The Master woke up, many hours later, The Drums were gone and his mind was clear and calm, all because of your care.

About Me

Introduction

Hello! I hope that whoever comes across this blog has a great time here. :) 

You can call me Ghost.

Funnily enough, I started calling myself that before I became a fan of the band Ghost.

My birthday is 9 September 1999

Making me 25 years old.

My song for being 25 is “All The Young Dudes” by David Bowie and Mott The Hoople

I use They/Them pronouns. 

I am going through a bit of a gender questioning phase right now, but nonbinary is the term I have been using to describe myself to others.

I am also questioning which labels are most accurate to explain my sexual and romantic attraction.

Bi, pan, or queer all kind of fit - But to put it in my own words, I am attracted to all people no matter their gender or gender expression.

Similarly, I don’t know where exactly I fall on the asexual and aromantic spectrums, but I know that I am apart of the aroace community

I have ADHD.

Thankfully, I am currently medicated. Starting ADHD meds has been a big help getting work done and feeling more accomplished. 

I am dyslexic.

If there are typos, I’m sorry!

I also have depression, anxiety, and PTSD.

I’ve only been diagnosed with PTSD recently and I am going to begin working with my therapist on PTSD centric therapy soon.

I am a self diagnosed Autistic person.

I know that many people dislike self-diagnosis, but it has been helpful to me. I have talked with my therapist a lot concerning getting an official diagnosis. There are unfortunately a lot of pros and cons in working to get the diagnosis, one major con being the money it would take to see a specialist. But there are many things that I have changed in my daily routine that have helped me feel more comfortable in myself and in my work/school/home life environments.

When I Am Like While Not On Tumblr

I am a vegetarian. So if I don’t understand meat or fish meals in my fics, that is why.

I have been reading a lot. I usually read a physical copy of a book while listening to an audiobook. This system is helpful given my ADHD and dyslexia.

I love listening to music! Please give me your recommendations! 

And I’ve been going to some concerts recently. I’ve never really been a big concert person before, but the ones that I have been to have been a lot of fun!

I like a lot of movies and TV shows, but I haven’t seen any that I have been obsessed with lately. So, if you have any recommendations I would love to hear them!

And I write, and not just fanfictions. I’ve mostly been concerned with school recently, but I’m building up a portfolio.

I also draw. I don’t know if I’m any good, but I like my little goth illustrations. :)

I am a full-time student. Thanks to my ADHD medication, I do feel like I am progressing further than I was in the past. But school does take up a lot of my time.

Current Obsessions

Only Murders in the Building

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Chappell Roan

My new vegan leather jacket that my mother got me for my birthday

AO3 Link

https://archiveofourown.org/users/hauntingcryptids

Edited 28 September 2024

You Are More Than Your Failings

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader comforts The Master after his plans are ruined again.

Warnings - The Master being upset/sad/depressed/self-deprecating, self-harm on The Master’s part (repeated hitting), mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 1123

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was totally inspired by a dream I had. It was a great dream that ended up turning batshit, but the part where I was comforting The Master made my heart flutter. I hope that you enjoy this self-indulgent fic!

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The Master failed again. He had spent months on this scheme, and he failed. Just like so many schemes before. Why couldn’t he just win? For once?

The Master tossed his dirty and burnt shirt into a pile of similarly burnt and destroyed shirts. He then removed each other item of clothing that he was wearing and tossed each piece into its own separate pile of burnt and destroyed clothes from past adventures and schemes. He always made a promise to repair his clothes, but he had yet to get around to finishing the said task.

The Master, like today, would just tread off to the bathroom in order to take a long shower after a failed scheme and would forget about repairing his belongings. Now completely unclothed, The Master turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to step inside. 

Once he washed all the dirt and soot and grease and blood from his body, The Master let the water cascade down his face. He thought about the day and the scheme and all the ways he failed. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, they just kept flowing like the water of the shower. The Master banged his head against the tile of the bathroom in an attempt to get the thoughts to stop. He tasted salt. He was crying. He hit his head with his fist a couple of times before trying to calm down.

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You woke up to the sound of the shower running. This wasn’t a great sign. If The Master succeeded in his plans, he would usually wake you up to tell you the “good” news. If something went wrong, he would usually stay to himself, hide away in his mind and berate himself. Of course, every after-scheme cooldown was different. The Master knew what he needed. So, if he needed a quiet shower to come down from a successful scheme carried out, you wouldn’t interrupt him, and you would be there if he needed you. However, previous experiences made you wary and cautious of The Master’s possible sensitive emotions.

The Master eventually walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another tossed around his shoulders. The Master looked over at you, looked away, then did a double take and jumped upon noticing that you were awake and staring at him. You apologised but The Master just waved you off and moved further into the bedroom in order to get dressed. After he was fully dressed, he just stood and stared at one of his wardrobes. He didn’t know what to do now that you were awake and was starting to panic. 

You could sense that something was wrong, so you removed yourself from the soft bed. You grabbed an old hoodie to wear over your sleep clothes to stay warm before moving to where The Master stood. You didn’t really need to talk, both of you knew what was going on. The Master looked at you for a moment solemnly, while you caressed his arms and chest before he fell into your embrace. Both of you stood holding each other like that for a moment in silence while you rubbed his back and massaged his scalp until you got an idea. 

You pulled back for a moment and told The Master to wait for a second before completely ripping yourself away from The Master's wanting grasp. You grabbed a spare weighted blanket and then pulled The Master along behind you out of your shared bedroom and into the hall of The TARDIS.

“Where are we going, Y/n?” He sounded so sad and defeated. You just wanted to make him feel better.

“You’ll see.”

You smiled to try and give The Master some comfort and you pressed a caring kiss to the back of his hand. You led your partner to the patio of the house that The TARDIS made her outer shell present as. You sat on the large outdoor sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself. When The Master didn’t join you right away, you spread your legs and patted the sofa between them informing The Master to take a seat there. He slowly and solemnly moved toward you and took a seat between your legs. His back hunched into your stomach.

You wrapped your body, and the weighted blanket, around The Master’s back. He sighed contently. The weight and pressure being placed on his shoulders grounded him and his chaotic mind. You kissed The Master’s shoulders. You spent plenty of time showing love to his shoulder blades, the top of his shoulders, and the top of his spine before kissing up his neck and placing one final kiss on his cheek. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and rest your head against his.

“You are so strong, Master. I am so proud of you. I am always proud of you. I love you so much.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He closed his eyes. You just wanted to help him feel even the tiniest bit better.

“I want to. However, you need me, I want to help you. And you deserve the praise, you always deserve the praise, Master. You are so good and kind to me.”

“You’re the kind one, love.” The Master jolted to face you. You were the one good think he had in his life.

“You need this, I don’t deserve to be praised for doing basic things.”

“I just want you to know that I appreciate you and everything that you have ever done for me. I know that I can be a burden sometimes.”

“You are never a burden, Master.” He only huffed and turned back to look at the Universe in response. You kissed The Master’s cheek and nuzzled into his neck while mumbling praises.

“Do you want to talk about anything?”

“Not yet. I just want to be here with you.”

“Okay. I’ll always be here when you are ready.” 

The Master slumped his head against yours and you could feel him telepathically prodding your mind. You let him inside. The Master couldn’t properly form the care and the appreciation he had for you into words without being self-deprecating, so he just wanted you to feel his unadulterated emotions. You felt his love, his thanks, his promises to return the favour, his hope for happiness, and his calmness from being in your arms. You felt it all. You felt all he had to offer you.

You kissed The Master all over again and held him so tightly. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, just watching the Universe unfold before you while comforting and loving each other through everything that was thrown your way.

seeing ppl like 'dr who is finally good again' u didn't like the dog man? the funny dog man?? look at the dog man and tell him to his face that you don't like him

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy this!

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

1 and 13 for DW asks : )

Hi bestie! :) I am totally answering this drunk because I had a busy school work day yesterday and I am just trying to have a fun night. Please forgive the rambling!

How would you die/leave if you were a companion?

I don't think that I would be able to leave The Doctor unless they treated me poorly. I would want to continue to travel the universe for as long as possible.

Maybe The Doctor left me?

Or I would die trying to save The Doctor.

Or something similar to what happened to Donna would probably happen to me.

Either way, I don't think that I would get the happiest ending.

Whatever happens, though, I hope that The Master saves me!

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

Ooo, there are probably a lot. I just live in my own little story that I made up in my head.

I'm mostly familiar with NuWho, so that's what I'm going to base my answer around. Once I get more into Classic Who and Big Finish audios, I will probably have more.

But anyway, other than fanfics, I'm not the biggest fan of The Timeless Child. Again, this is solely because of my maladaptive daydream, but I always had this image of The Doctor standing up against the corruption of The Elders of Gallifrey. In my long-running (since I was 10) maladaptive daydream, I haven't been able to mix it in.

And I feel the same way about the Ashildr/Me storyline. They are both fun and interesting, I just don't know how to incorporate them into my maladaptive daydream, so I don't think of those storylines as much.

And I mentioned this before, but I love the idea of The Tenth Doctor, Simm!Master, Donna, and The Reader traveling together, so I juts want to ignore what happened to Donna.