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𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙.
@masterful.bsky.social
i only need two things: your SUBMISSION and your OBEDIENCE to my WILL. | dwrp; mvrp | mdni | mature themes.
Pinned
the point is that one must rule or serve — that's a basic law of life!

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the MASTER.
a woman wearing a leopard print coat and a red sweater is sitting on a couch holding a purse .
ALT: a woman wearing a leopard print coat and a red sweater is sitting on a couch holding a purse .
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They ride on winged horses,
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.
January 4, 2026 at 1:55 AM
( a wicked, wicked laugh. )

oh, we shall see *all about that*.
So there's this thing. Small matter, really.

See, I just so happen to be allergic to submitting
you have to submit to me. it's my birthday.
January 3, 2026 at 10:25 PM
for me? how kind.
Sitting on the ground, gripping a cup of coffee tightly. She's not drinking it, though.

It's full and growing cold while she stares into the distance. A thousand miles away.
December 6, 2025 at 10:28 PM
dress? you ARE a slug.
December 6, 2025 at 10:05 PM
( a polite laugh. ) yes, i can see why he chose you. you like to project, don't you?
so your scale only goes up to 5, that's still 100%.
don't flatter yourself, darling. you're a five in good light.
November 23, 2025 at 11:09 PM
don't flatter yourself, darling. you're a five in good light.
take it from a ten, you can't just reduce a woman to a number like that.
November 23, 2025 at 11:04 PM
only because it's the truth.
you've been saying that for a loooong time.
not at all, doctor. as a matter of fact, i'm positively over you.
October 27, 2025 at 7:14 PM
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❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. . . ❞
July 23, 2025 at 12:04 AM
not at all, doctor. as a matter of fact, i'm positively over you.
oh? are you... frustrated?
you're attempting to frustrate me, aren't you? how very . . . irksome.
October 27, 2025 at 3:17 AM
you're attempting to frustrate me, aren't you? how very . . . irksome.
never! i'm having too much fun.
October 27, 2025 at 2:55 AM
all of them. permanently.
which one
i don't like that face you're pulling. undo it.
October 27, 2025 at 1:56 AM
i don't like that face you're pulling. undo it.
October 27, 2025 at 1:49 AM
it's not a *terrible* idea . . .
need a match, darling?
turning several hundred pages so that he loses his place when he wakes up.
September 27, 2025 at 4:20 PM
turning several hundred pages so that he loses his place when he wakes up.
Has fallen asleep sitting up, still holding the book he was reading.
September 26, 2025 at 2:57 PM
yes, dance, doctor... dance for me... yes! yes!!!
NOOOOO THIS ISN'T A TRUE GIF AT ALL!
oh my dear doctor, you've fallen into my trap!

now you're trapped in a 2 second video... forever!!!
September 6, 2025 at 5:40 PM
oh my dear doctor, you've fallen into my trap!

now you're trapped in a 2 second video... forever!!!
gif support?

finally?

now i will be unstoppable.
September 6, 2025 at 5:32 PM
my universe doesn't revolve around you, my dear. i have other interests. how nice to hear that you think often about me, though!
you know sometimes it feels like i'm the only one who puts any effort into this relationship.
( suddenly looking up. ) hm? oh, you're still here?

oh, alright. if you're going to pester me i *suppose* i *have* to destroy you.
September 5, 2025 at 6:30 PM
( suddenly looking up. ) hm? oh, you're still here?

oh, alright. if you're going to pester me i *suppose* i *have* to destroy you.
ohhh, master, the universe is far bigger than we will *ever* be old enough to see. you just need to find the right place, i bet!
mmmm. quite possibly. this is the problem with old age. i've seen and done it *all*. summon primordial dæmons? hide at the end of the universe? push you off a tall building and watch you splat? oh, been there, done that, bought the fridge magnet. there's hardly *anything* new going on. how irksome.
September 5, 2025 at 4:16 PM
mmmm. quite possibly. this is the problem with old age. i've seen and done it *all*. summon primordial dæmons? hide at the end of the universe? push you off a tall building and watch you splat? oh, been there, done that, bought the fridge magnet. there's hardly *anything* new going on. how irksome.
then you'll go & find something else to do?
if you say so. ( sighing, slouching down. ) i'm bored of this conversation already. you're boring me.
September 5, 2025 at 4:11 PM
you'll have to work a lot harder than that to impress me.
September 5, 2025 at 4:00 PM
if you say so. ( sighing, slouching down. ) i'm bored of this conversation already. you're boring me.
unfortunately for you, i relocated the milking parlour, so if you do *that* you'll be pouring all that fresh hot alkaline milk into the acid lake, rendering it SOMEWHAT less deadly.
( the master arches a brow, skeptical. )

but that won't happen, will it? because you know that if you were to break anything i might just press the button on my remote controller which releases all my captives into the acid sea we're currently travelling over, and you wouldn't want *that*.
September 5, 2025 at 4:00 PM
( the master arches a brow, skeptical. )

but that won't happen, will it? because you know that if you were to break anything i might just press the button on my remote controller which releases all my captives into the acid sea we're currently travelling over, and you wouldn't want *that*.
alright that seems only fair— wait a minute I'M the guest stroke prisoner around here, you should get the champagne, what if i get lost & end up in the sabotage room?
evidently. it's rude to come back from the dead without your host's permission, you know.

well . . . i suppose you might make yourself useful while you're here. bring me more champagne.
September 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
i see. why don't you tell me more about that?
About that

see, the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated
oh, hello. i thought i'd killed you.
September 5, 2025 at 8:45 AM