When I say I want some variation in the classic monsters modern who brings back I never mean the master. I want series 8 style 'it's the master! Again!". Make them a main character. I want them in every single episode sitting in the TARDIS on house arrest and giving sarcastic commentary. I want them to occasionally get out and cause some shenanigans, only for the TARDIS to fix the gap in security and them to have to figure out another way to escape. Make them the annoying TARDIS house cat on week and a world destroyer the next. Give me more Master.
shipping thoschei is such a struggle cause on one hand you know the master will always come back to the show at some point so you know you will get more content but also that content is most likely gonna be just angst
The Master could be happy, and it wouldn't even involve fanfic!
This essay is brought to you by caring way too much about the Master because Sacha Dhawan’s superbly psychologized portrayal of the Spymaster presents heartbreaking glimpses into the pain and loneliness motivating the character.
I also feel sorry for the Master, no matter who plays them, because they’re narratively stuck in the role of villain, and they’ll never be happy.
From Roger Delgado’s first appearance, the Master has been defined by the showrunners as the Doctor’s greatest enemy [in competition with Daleks and Cyber people]. The show’s repeated reference to the Master’s past friendship with the Doctor complicates the portrayal of the Master as the Doctor’s enemy. So does New Who’s periodic exploration of the Master’s affinity with the Doctor. However, the Master ultimately functions as the Doctor’s opponent, enemy, and antagonist.
And from the beginning, DW has defined the Master’s antagonism as one in which the Master embodies the opposite of what the Doctor [supposedly] stands for. The Doctor spreads happiness and wonder; the Master spreads misery and suffering. The Doctor explores, creates, and discovers; the Master hides, retreats, and destroys. The Doctor represents good things, which leaves the Master to represent bad things.
The definition of the Master as antagonist/opposite of good/cruel wretch confines the character to a miserable status quo. The show allows the Doctor’s companions, as well as tertiary characters, to experience arcs over which they change and often become more mature and happier. The show even allows various Doctors to learn things over their tenures [for good or for ill]. The Master never has the chance to learn and change and develop as a character in a way that would grant them any insight, maturity, peace, or contentment, however. If they did, they would cease being the Doctor’s evil antagonist, and the show depends on the Master’s perpetual, restricted existence as the Doctor’s mean/bad/wrong counterpoint.
It doesn’t have to be that way, though. The Master could be a dynamic character who experiences arcs of development and change. The character’s role as antagonist would need to be reworked, however.
DW assumes that the Master, as the Doctor’s antagonist, must necessarily be evil, bad, wrong, and miserable in contrast to the Doctor. But that’s wrong. Antagonists aren’t necessarily enemies. A protagonist is the character that the story is about--the Doctor, in this case. An antagonist is merely a character who works against the protagonist. Conflict often arises between protagonist and antagonist because the antagonist is thwarting the protagonist. But that doesn’t mean that the antagonist is an enemy or wrong or unhappy. Nothing about the protagonist/antagonist relationship requires that the protagonist = good guy/moral exemplar/happy person, while antagonist = bad guy/bad example/unhappy loser. The Master/antagonist functions as the villain in opposition to the Doctor/protagonist only because the showrunners have decided that the Master is mad, bad, and sad.
The Master doesn’t have to be a villain, though!
We can imagine many alternative ways for the Master to play antagonist to the Doctor’s protagonist. Perhaps the Doctor makes an impulsive, hearts-based decision to save someone, while the Master, analyzing potential complications, tries to stop and think before acting. Relatedly, maybe the Doctor trusts people and thinks the best of everyone they meet, while the Master prefers to wait and see. Or the Doctor, a staunch pacifist, hates guns, violence, and war, while the Master believes that guns, violence, and war have their place as self-defense. While the Doctor/protagonist and Master/antagonist would be angry at and frustrated with each other in such cases, nothing about these setups dictates that the Doctor has to be happy, morally right, and surrounded by friends, while the Master is unhappy, morally wrong, and lonely.
The Doctor and the Master don’t even need profound philosophical differences to act as counterpoints to each other. The Doctor could be a quiet person who prefers a few close friendships with their companions, while the Master prefers loud parties where they’re the center of attention. That’s a much more comedic framework than the political themes that DW often touches on, but DW has its funny side too. It’s entirely possible for the show to explore different sides of a topic through the Doctor’s and the Master’s divergent viewpoints, while also entertaining us because, say, the Doctor likes fish fingers in custard, and the Master has sensory ICK over custard.
None of these scenarios that I describe are predicated on the protagonist being good and happy and the antagonist being evil and sad. Instead, these scenarios depend on differences, but the differences are neutral. Because the Master’s beliefs and personality differ from the Doctor’s in these cases, the Master has many opportunities to work against the Doctor as an antagonist. Nevertheless, these scenarios say nothing about the Doctor/protagonist being good/happy/right and the Master/antagonist being evil/sad/wrong. By moving beyond a simple binary framework, these scenarios allow the Doctor and the Master the possibility of learning from each other, understanding each other, respecting each other.
And that is how the Master could have a chance at insight, change, and happiness, while still being the Doctor’s antagonist.
and the worst part of this is that (while both the dr and the master have always been neurodivergent-coded in the sense that they are mentally/neurologically peculiar even in their origin culture) the master has always been, for lack of a better word, the more … “disabled” of the pair. from his very first appearance acted by Delgado, the other timelords (including the doctor) label the master as various variations on mad/crazy (of course, equating or at least linking that with his evilness).
even in new who, where we get lots of complicating information about why and how they are “crazy”, we are meant to at most pity the master… they are sympathetic, but we’re rarely meant to be rooting for them (except their survival, as they must live to be defeated by the doctor another day). it’s always understood that the master is doomed to an ultimately tragic existence (if not to death, then to loneliness/rejection, which they may well feel is worse).
that’s obviously a crap fate for one of your show’s noticeably disabled long-running characters (we won’t get into davros or the cybermen here, that is a whole other kettle of ableism, but don’t think i forgot. just trying to pick one battle at a time).
the best team structure in doctor who has been and always will be the doctor, the master, and a companion
Hey, I finally finished something! My latest Scream of the Shalka / S10 Doctor Who fanfic, Catster’s Tail, is up at AO3.
In this humorous short, Shalka Master is literally a cat. Alison Cheney, Bill Potts, and the Shalka Doctor try to figure out what he’s complaining about.
In this Chapter 2 excerpt, the Doctor enters with a solution!!!
“Ah hah! I have it!” The Doctor enters the library at that moment, throwing open the book door so hard that its knob hits the wall. They run across the galactic carpet, leather apron flapping around their rangy frame. A purple pansy lamp clips them on the temple, knocking welding goggles from their balding forehead. They recover themself and hurtle onward.
The Doctor advances into the light half of the library. They crash into a golden blond table, fumbling the electronic device under one arm. For a moment, their limbs fly in all different directions. Then they pull themself together, executing a forward flip across the tabletop. Taking a jumble of books with them, they land on their feet in front of Alison and Bill, as if they planned to do that all along. They tuck locks of grey hair behind their ears and brandish their device in Bill’s direction. “Look, my dear Bill — a solution to all our feline problems!”
Hey, I finally finished something! My latest Scream of the Shalka / S10 Doctor Who fanfic, Catster’s Tail, is up at AO3.
In this humorous short, Shalka Master is literally a cat. Alison Cheney, Bill Potts, and the Shalka Doctor try to figure out what he’s complaining about.
In this Chapter 1 excerpt, Catster proves that he always brings the melodrama.
Alison steps out in a hall right by the door to the Doctor’s library. The door, shaped like a closed book and embossed Wonders Within on its leather binding, barely silences the Magister’s yowl. He sounds like someone just separated him from his owner, threw him out into the rain, and stepped on his tail. Alison cringes.
The Magister and the Doctor have a kinky game wherein the Doctor throws the cat-o-matic switch on the remote control of their robotic inevitable spouse. The Magister then goes through a mental transformation, if not a physical one. The cat-o-matic reactivates a dormant virus that the Magister has in his system, one that almost turned him into a bipedal cat person. He becomes a very large, very fast, very smart, and very demanding domestic cat.
He’s also a very loud cat. The game of cattitude provides her robot with a convenient excuse to tell everyone, constantly and in copious detail, about his feelings. She’s all for discussing your emotions, but for fuck’s sake! Does he have to do it at such high volume?
Alison plugs her ears, but the howls still penetrate. Just as Alison can understand exactly what the Magister’s cat Imp says in her meows, so she also knows exactly what he’s complaining about: “[Alas, alas! Woe is cat. I am broken and bereft, injured and ignominious, destitute and deprived.]”
Operation Save Bill Potts continues! This time: Alison’s robot forgets who he is
More chapters of [[ Scream of the Shalka / S10 finale fixit fic, ]] Where There’s Life, There’s Hope, are up at AO3. It’s about Alison Cheney, her robot [the Master], and the Doctor bouncing over from the Shalkaverse to save Bill from the terrifying Twelfth Doctor. Things become slightly complicated as they realize that Bill is working with another version of the Master [Razor] to de-Cyber people and overthrow Dystopiaville’s totalitarian regime.
In this excerpt, Alison’s robot shares some of Alison’s frustrations and gets a reminder on who he is:
Alison sits with her back against the cubby wall opposite the door. On her right hand are two snoring cats and the bathroom. Her robot, who’s at her left, is partially visible in the dimness. He’s wearing a black dress shirt with jet buttons, a black-on-black waistcoat whose embroidered thorns may only be seen in the subtle way they catch the light, and narrow pants done in the same sharp and secret pattern. Of course, the black leather gloves and the angular shoes made of reptiles never change. It finally registers to her that, after months of wearing things other than the black Nehru suit that she always kind of thought of as his robot uniform, he has reverted again to monochrome. Since he’s anything but a monochromatic person, she can tell that he’s doing this partially as a way to wedge himself back into a role where he no longer fits.
“I think you’ve forgotten who you are,” says Alison, her voice low. She puts her hand around his chin as he does to her. “Who told you to be subservient?” she says, cocking his head to one side and then the other. “Who required you to blend back in with the shadows like you used to? Who said you should remain silent whenever Razor sneered at you? Who made you think that his project was more important than your happiness? It sure wasn’t the Doctor, and it sure wasn’t me. It must have been you.
“But you’ve made yourself into someone that you’re not. You’re neither silent nor unobtrusive nor self-abnegating. You’re my playful, witty, wonderful robot with the golden sparks in your eyes and the fuckin’ ridiculous eyebrows.” She traces them, one with each pointer finger, and feels them jump up as he smiles. “I’m not telling you to be perky and happy all the time; I’m just telling you to quit squashing yourself like this. Who told you to be what he wants anyway? Was it him?”
“In so many words, yes.” His tone is still laughing, but self-deprecating.
“Hey, don’t look down.” She catches him by the chin again. “And since when do you belong to him?”
“I do not.” He’s grinning, not at her questions themselves, but at the absurdity of his that her questions reveal.
“Then tell me who you are, mi Magistre.”
“Yours, of course. Your imperfectly obedient robot. Your Magister in whom you have implicit faith.”
“Good.” Wrapping her arms around his middle, Alison hugs him fiercely. “Now remember that and act like it.”
Operation Save Bill Potts continues! This time: The Doctor de-Cybers a Night Patrol officer
More chapters of [[ Scream of the Shalka / S10 finale fixit fic, ]] Where There’s Life, There’s Hope, are up at AO3. It’s about Alison Cheney, her robot [the Master], and the Doctor bouncing over from the Shalkaverse to save Bill from the terrifying Twelfth Doctor. Things become slightly complicated as they realize that Bill is working with another version of the Master [Razor] to de-Cyber people and overthrow Dystopiaville’s totalitarian regime.
In this excerpt, the Doctor wakes up Charlie, an injured Night Patrol officer and Cyber person that they healed and repersoned:
Alison and Bill nod, and the Doctor, cradling Charlie’s head in their hands, sings again. They sing low and slow and sweet, a crooning melody as gentle as waves washed against the shore by a light breeze. A nightmare moves into the past, and the present rises, an unknown place filled with unknown people and an unknown future. But the unknown place is safe, and the unknown people want to help. You were in pieces; you were in pain, the song says. I have knit you together again. I have given you new limbs and new peace of mind. I hope that I have given you a new chance too. Please come back and tell me what you think.
The Doctor’s song sinks away. Everyone’s breath catches in their throats as Charlie’s eyes literally wink on, bright, pale green lights filling the black ovals of their lenses. Then they speak in a voice that’s computerized, but not halting like Ranju’s: “Fucking fuck of a fuck!” Nor is their voice uninflected, for that’s definitely an incredulous, terror-stricken tone.
“Hi!” says the Doctor with a wave. “I’m the Doctor, like not a doctor from the hospital, but just, you know, the Doctor. That’s my name. I gave you some new legs and an arm. I was the one singing to you; that’s how I cleared the Cyber network and emotional inhibitions from your brain.”
“Oh yeah,” adds Bill, wheeling a little closer, “and I’m Bill…”
“The fucking heart of the – “
“Yeah, the heart of Razor’s Resistance, but don’t worry!” Bill flaps her hands, palms down, as if smoothing out wrinkles. “You’re safe. We’re not going to torture you or interrogate you or hurt you in any way. Do you remember that you went on a raid to the Sewage Street safe house?”
“Un-fucking-fortunately.”
“You got partially, um, squashed and then abandoned by everyone else, yeah? You went into a survival shutdown coma, and two of the resistance members brought you here to save your life.”
“And I’m Alison,” Alison pipes up. “Are you, um, okay? Can we get you anything to make your more comfortable? Oh yeah, and we were calling you Charlie because of your CF901 serial code, so let us know what we should call you.”
“Fu-uck.” Drawing the word out into two syllables, Charlie makes it a definitive pronouncement of overwhelmed consternation. “Um. No. Please don’t call me fuck. I’m so far from being Sarah Fanshaw anymore, and I’d really like to stop being some fucking serial code, so let’s just go with Charlie.”
The Shalkaverse crew, doing what they’re best at.
Doctor: show-tuning
Master: eye-rolling
Alison: bullshit-detecting
help?
right, so… the queue of this blog has just run out…
- shalkaverse fandom is really small, i get that.
- this blog has, like… 50 followers?
- still, i’d like to keep it going.
- one thing that we should do more of is fic recs, but (
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