He came to find an endless sense of comfort within vineyard's mansion. Using of his charming appareance at each occassion --- especially when Elizabeth was around --- his features had showed an relaxation he took an long time to embrace. He came to adoring the taste of his new alias, of the harmless Baxter in holidays, when the sensation of true freedom, with his wife, was one of his dreams realized. He had the other one --- as serious as he was compared meanwhile commenting over the old relic gardening, he savoured now all these papework he have to do. Watching slowly over the Professor as she entered inside the room, he welcoming her with an happy smile, showing some pancakes he had prepared just in case. " I think I'm living the most beautiful days of my existence. I'm feeling free. It's an amazing feeling. How are you? Not too much tired by the excentrencity of the old relic ? " ( @lightcreators simm!master into vineyard au @ sola )
Sola had watched as the old man had went about his usual business. She still couldn't quite understand is avoidance of expressing his feelings toward her when she was well aware of how much she meant to him. The complications of Time Lord regeneration is what she chalked it up to. However, today was the day Baxter came to visit her. That always made her happy. Even if it wasn't for a long time, his visits made her feel and know how much of an important person ( in a sense ) she was to the Master.
The young lady entered the living-room, smelling the pancakes he had made. "I feel wonderful. I don't have to worry about anything. You picked a good place for us." She smiled, approaching her husband. She chuckled to his comments about the old war relic who was someplace puttering about. " -- the old man is difficult as always, you know how he is." She was started to thriving on being the the younger faced variant of her husband. Her relationship with the old man was complicated lately. Was she starting to play favorites with her spouse? Yes and it may not end well if she kept it up either. That was a risk she was willing to take.
She wanted and needed this version of the Master, the one that took actual interest in being a spouse. Even if it was in his own weird way. "How long is the old man letting you stay this time? We should make the most of it, love."
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okay. so heavy revamp underway. will probably be a single muse ( for the professor ) blog. might not make it doctor who related and become a fandomless OC for the most part. so please ignore the mess. i might go dual muses w/emperor claudius but i'm not sure yet.
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this gives me “Orm isn’t a morning person drinking his coffee” vibes
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Continent of Atlantis, was an ancient, advanced human civilization, infamous for having sunk beneath the waves. It was shrouded in myth and contradiction.
Over the course of their lives, THE DOCTOR visited what seemed to be multiple very different versions of Atlantis, learning about different accounts of how and why Atlantis had sunk. Some accounts suggested that three different Atlantises somehow coexisted in human history, while others suggested the contradictory accounts could be reconciled.
- DOCTOR WHO wiki.
so atlantean!sola will be a thing. yes. but the atlantis they go to is DC versed, because i am having a crap time coming up with how to put the professor in the dceu. lol.
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Sola had looked toward her companion with a curious expression, she understood his hatred for the surface dwellers and of course he was King of Atlantis now, but the young Altantean female knew he was plagued with that insufferable drumming and it worried her. A solemn expression came over her features. Orm was a very dangerous person, that much was true. He was the OCEAN MASTER after all. Master of all. Though, was he the master of her too? She certainly hoped not. However, he was always there to lend an ear if he needed to speak with her. She was a good listener.
"You are the king. Yet, you are also the Ocean Master." The words master slipped off her tongue with ease. It was as if she said it a million times over. She spoke it in her dreams, all in reference to him. Orm and Sola had an .. interesting relationship to say the least. They had known each-other for ages and even went to school together. However, what their relationship was beyond that was a mystery. She was just someone that was always there in his corner it seemed. No matter what, attempting to support him. Maybe it fed Orm's ego, but he made her feel special. "Of course you need to make them understand you rule the seven seas. It's been your destiny since birth. To rule. I don't doubt your abilities Orm. I've seen them."
Sola paused for a long while, gathering her thoughts as she look toward their ocean paradise. Their kingdom. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of their relationship. Companions seemed to be the appropriate word, but deep down ... she loved Orm. Like he was her spouse. To her, it felt like they belonged together. Like he was always there. So she changed the subject to them. "What am I to you, Orm?"
@tiimecrash
He was a king. He was the Master ruling the realm of the Ocean ---- that sweetness emotion to touch his rightful place without possible obstacles on his way, that pleasant emotion to be wrapped inside a kingdom of power when he would always gain the upper-hand … Oh. There was fragmented part within his mind that still aspired of the comfort of his people, nevertheless, inside happiness of his current position, he simply admired to having the throne for himself. Deciding whatever he wanted without someone or something bother him. Remaining condescending over the primitive people coming from the surface, who never get the strength to learn their lessons as they should be, as they remaining as stupid as they always had been even since he came to accessing some knowledge about them. If only. If only he had showing up to the humans inside the ground how really he was threatening --- If only he could find an pleasant excuse to making entire world of the surface fully his, imposing his laws as he desired, taking over each country by ocean’s threats, as an simple gift. It was something he will have time to figuring it out. It will be something he will have pleasure to think about --- and removing every potential problem standing on his way. Nevertheless, thinking as the people of the surface, there was amusement concerning how he could easily imposing judgement from the sea every time he wanted --- and would appreciating all these nice destruction imposed by the power of water within his fingers at any moment.
Not enough people flattered his name, and it was quite disappointing … Nevertheless, when it was about power, he always had been the hungry type --- having one fragment of it was never enough and he always wanted more, he always dreamed of an worldwide domination than the position of king just seemed the beginning of an long-term conquest. It has been quite a wish he had been aspiring since day one, when he wanted no concurrent within his race. In all cases, if his people were happy to his reign, he will have his desired margin for requesting more. Immediate smirk flattered his features, wrapped within happiness on the compliment. Though, mocking expression resonating within his eyes, as it was reminder of something totally who have to be expected. ❝ I don’t think the earth people even perceived how much I could be dangerous. ❞ He mused amusingly, as the thought remained tempting every day. His gaze had been watching the water that could be perceived inside the oceanic room, in which he appreciated the show at each moment … when even considering how much he was working on his powers; he desired level up his abilities. Someday, if he grows bored, maybe for fun, he would create one tsunami or two as warning coming from the sea. Someday, if boredom finalized to taking him whole, he would attempting some other amusements into his selves. ❝ Dangerous is just a usual compliment for me, you know, Sola. I’m a king. As a king, it’s my duty to rule, it’s my duty to show no one should mess up with me. No one should even attempt something against me. I’m their Master, and humans need a reminder of that for cherish my name, always cherishing my name. ❞
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no thoughts, head empty. only him with his arms crossed.
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EMILY BLUNT
as Cornelia Locke in The English 1.02
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nothing’s 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 when you’re too sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ to surrender!
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will be heavily redoing this blog. might make this a single muse oc ( the professor obviously ) blog again, not sure yet. i can't get into my other muses on here.
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