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Welcome to MASTERFULTM, a role-play blog for The Master & his faithful companion Dylan Evans. 

The content of this blog is restricted to 18+ due to the nature of the content and my personal comfort. 

My name is André, my pronouns are They / Them, I am 29 years old and a full time college student.

This is not my main blog, but it may eventually be. The truth of the matter is don’t be a dick and we’ll get along just fine.

My rule page is HERE, However, if you’re kind, we should be fine.

The primary focus is here is the obvious later-ended Saxon!Master, but with frequent appearances of Dylan and other versions of the Master.It’s more like Dylan has taken over.

Quick information about my Master can be found HERE & Dylan’s information can be found HERE.

Currently I am switching between:  Fuck who knows, i’m usually on discord. 

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“You knew about this all along, didn’t you?” ( @the-long-way-around )

"I would like to enjoy some plausible deniability."

Dylan didn't want to say too much he knew about it, but it was far less than he was willing to put on. That wasn't to say he couldn't figure it out in the meantime, but as far as what he personally knew currently? It was only a small portion of what was actually going on in the long run.

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"Surely you can understand that."

#the-long-way-around#( threads // dylan evans - general )
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This teacher is making me have a panic attack and i'm crying because he just says 'watch the video' but i've watched it 6 times today and get more confused doesn't tell me WHAT i am doing wrong.

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“Now that, I wouldn’t know. But inappropriate that.” Ophelia cringed at the thought, surprised that the Master had even kept his plaything around. “Delightful, yes. Give it time though. That track record normally ends up with being shot at. One day I’m sure you’ll be the one pulling the trigger.”
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“Highly doubtful.” Dylan couldn’t see himself shooting her as of yet. Perhaps if circumstances presented itself, but even then, he rarely considered himself as violent. To most people at least. “Normally, I am the one having to deal with the very angry people that come after us when he thinks the best course of action is to boast.”

#theresastargirl#( threads // dylan evans - general )
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                     BEING MET WITH TRIVIALITY does little to narrow his options. Spock has never seen this individual before, doesn’t recognize their speech or the wistful nature they seem to carry in Spock’s inquiries. He couldn’t possibly determine where he has gone or where—what—this place is other than the obvious fact he is no longer aboard the Enterprise. He looks up and down, left to right; a slow and careful memorization of a strange new world as he walks closer to a wall, “A ship of some kind?”

THERE WAS THE ASSUMPTION THAT ONE WOULDN'T GUESS ON THE FIRST TRY. It was a good assumption, but perhaps he should have gave Spock the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t, but  that was something that was on him and him alone. No matter, he could still have some amusement... even if he would have wished the other went around in circles for quite some time.

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“Bravo. It is a ship, but the question of what kind of ship is still on the table. You’re allowed three guesses. Do take care to take your time on the question. The wrong answer could be just as lethal as the correct one.”

#fasciinating#( threads // the master - general )
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RP starters: Betrayal

  • “I thought I could trust you!”
  • “I should’ve known.”
  • “Are you just going to leave me here?!”
  • “Where are you going?”
  • “Why did you do this?”
  • “Don’t. I don’t need to hear your pathetic excuses anymore.”
  • “You can still do the right thing!”
  • “You knew about this all along, didn’t you?”
  • “I will remember this…”
  • “I thought we were friends!”
  • “Please let’s just go back, please.”
  • “This is a joke, right? Right?”
  • “What are you doing? What…?
  • “I still believe there is a good person in you.”
  • “It was necessary.”
  • “Did you really think I cared about you?”
  • “This was my plan all along.”
  • “There was no other way.”
  • “How cute. Struggle all you want, you won’t be leaving this place.”
  • “This is what you get from trusting me.”
  • “It’s too late to go back.”
  • “I’m sorry this had to go down like this.”
  • “That’s right, I lied.”
  • “It’s all for a good cause.”
  • “You were so stupid. You should’ve known.”
  • “Just so you know.. I don’t regret anything.”
  • “Shame. I kind of liked you.”
  • “This is my responsibility.” 
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I’ll be back here eventually, but I only have the energy and spoons to focus one blog currently. I am burnt out from everything and I will have an operation sometime this year (or two, operations that is), but the major one will be on my right arm. So, I will either on discord ( Infamous Iron Man#5176 ) or ofthescrolls, my Elder Scrolls Multi-Muse. 

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timetakeover

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It’s starting to click, despite the fact that he doesn’t want it to. He’s trying to unwind; to get lost in the facade of being a healer in the early 1900s, of being anyone other than himself. It’s not like any of this has gone to plan, anyway. This is the end of the whole scheme, wrapping up loose ends, one final celebration before faking Rasputin’s death. It only reminds him of his failure now, of nearly dying back in the present, after all of this back and forth, after all the effort and planning.
This man clearly knows him and, more importantly, isn’t going to let it go. He can feel the memories creeping in, things he’d nearly forgotten nearing the forefront of his mind. His last little dig is enough to set the Master off. He pauses for a long moment, contemplates his options, stares the man down while he tries to analyze his intentions. They aren’t doing this here.
“Your timing gets worse with each new regeneration, Dylan.” He hisses his complaint, acknowledging that, yes, maybe this is starting to make sense. He grabs the man’s wrist without warning and attempts to yank him towards the exit. Psychic perception filter is up, keeping the crowd from noticing the scene he would be otherwise causing. They can discuss this in private.

Dylan could have let it go and simply left, but that would have defeated the purpose of coming here in the first place. More specifically, it would have meant he’d have to turn around and find another time and place. Would it have been difficult? Of course not, but why change tactic’s when the Master was there now? It would only mean spending far more time instead of getting to the point of the matter.

He was just about to state about his timing being always perfect, but then he was yanked forward. History proved that if the Master was doing this? Dylan’s presence was unwanted

Unneeded was another matter entirely.

Giving the Master a shred or liking of what he wanted was easy. How long had it been since he last saw him anyways? Time itself was a construct, which Dylan sometimes found himself lost in - losing time that is - and sometimes years or  longer managed to feel like days or the complete opposite all together.

Once they were shortly past the exit, Dylan figured this was the best time to speak; though, only because he had a singular question burning at the tip of his tongue.

“Really, you were doing this, without me?”

#timetakeover#( threads // dylan evans - general )
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Nothing like logging on, doing a sentence of a draft and then getting splitting pain. Yay me.

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Unfortunately, my Financial Aid won’t cover everything for fall. I will need at least another $300 to cover everything including textbooks (dumb subscription shit) other supplies and of course some clothing + probably a new backpack / bag for when I am on campus.

My older posts are floating around and can be found here & here if you need to be caught up to speed.

If you can donate or even pass the message around, that would be great.

Venmo (@Jess-Whatley)  or paypal here (it is currently messed up) and also the Amazon wish list, which has some of what I am looking for and a few other things.

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