[tiimecrash]

hello there curious beings! this is a selective and mutuals only rp blog for an original character for the DOCTOR WHO fandom. has verses in science-fiction, historical, star trek, dc comics, marvel, and a few others! DASH ONLY. written by j, 21+. them / they. usa timezone.

CARRD. / memes

other blogs: @xanchor ( gillette from POTC ) and @ask-aland ( hetalia oc sideblog ).

heavily affiliated with @lightcreators.

[lightcreators]

Amusement  expanded  quietly  and  playfully  into  relaxed  features  admiring  her  reaction.  Confusion  was  an  understandable  reaction,  as  rarely  he  exposing  himself  physically,  in  front  of  another  Time  Lord,  into  that  Underworld  form  he  was  mostly  known  for  some  mortals,  since  he  awakening  inside  other  circumstances  and  another  transcendence  of  physicality  when  the  Doctor  knew  about  him  …  There  was  no  particular  desire  to  hurt  Elizabeth’s  pride  about  her  own  knowledge,  but  did  old  Time  Lords  myths  escape  her?  Didn’t  they  learn  a  long  time  ago  some  story  spreading  by  Rassillon  about  something  their  ruler  did,  in  which  a  song,  until  then,  acted  as  a  warning  about  his  presence?  He  was  actually  proud  to  have  managing  to  impacting  another  culture  altogether  his  name  would  always  be  remaining  within  the  threatening  sound  of  the  Underworld,  although  misjudgement  associated  displeasing  him  as  much  as  Father  …  but  seemed  lacking  serious  consideration  of  the  matter,  enjoying  sharing  a  common  point  with  other  observant  eyes  watching  carefully  how  a  Time  Lord  was  travelling,  as  he  enjoyed  each  moment  he  could  get  news.  Time  period  he  would  need  to  reference  would  touch  Elizabeth’s  heart  in  more  way  than  she  imagined  ---  when  the  sounds  of  Ares  appeared  across  the  Web  of  Time,  he  was  still  around,  but  likely  an  observer  of  Chaos’s  presence  showing  up,  since  he  wouldn’t  miss  occasion  to  met  an Olympus  divinity,  hence  witnesse the  Doctor  and  Master side.

❝  Should ?  ❞  He  repeated,  amusement.  ❝  Did  old  nursery  song  managed  to  be  lost  in  Time?  ❞  He  bounced  back  with  amusement,  as  recognition  generated  a  slight  appreciation.  Whispering  of  his  name  sounded  different,  but  there  was  an  understanding  with  ambient  paradox,  circumstances  were  comic  for  some  instances.  For  a  fifth  incarnation,  no  introductions  have  been  made  yet,  and  regardless,  he  was  existing,  beyond  dimensional  barriers  ---  maybe  getting  awareness  of  his  existence  about  his  constant  struggles  of  an  old  self  to  exploring  the  human  world  longer.  For  an  eighth  incarnation,  it  was  a  reunion  symbol,  a  remembrance  of  everything  who  has  been  experienced,  an  attachment  that  needed  to  be  explored.  Incarnations  of  the  future  might  react  differently,  nevertheless,  lack  of  interest  was  present,  since  their  connection  with  the  witch’s  world  would  anchoring  a  link  with  the  Underworld  that  wanted  to  remain  unseen,  or  not  completely  assumed,  or  fragmented  remembrances  to  arise.  Moving  slowly  closer  towards  her,  a  playful  laugh  escaped  his  lips.  ❝  Zagreus  just  left  out  like  that?  Not  scared  that  I’m  sleeping  inside  your  head,  my  dear  Time  Lady?  No  recollections  of  an  ancient  song  you’ve  probably  heard?  No  fear  to  met  one  facet  of  the  Underworld?  ❞  There  was  another  playful  smile,  as  he  seemed  entrainment  would  be  larger  than  intended.  ❝  Maybe  the  beloved  Doctor  that  protect  you  before  the  bells  of  the  Time  War  rang,  into  adventures  before  you’ve  became  his  companion?  Remembering  that  curly  Doctor,  so  optimistic,  a  dreamer  travelling  among  the  stars?  This  is  about  the  Doctor  who  probably  never  exposed  my  name  even  once  to  you.  The  other,  you  probably  have  kind  of  idea,  mh?  Transcendence  about  your  people,  to  calling  themselves  witch,  mustn’t  be  something  common,  isn't it ?  ❞

[tiimecrash]

Elizabeth's expression shifted—first to quiet contemplation, then to dawning realization as fragments of half-remembered academy lessons surfaced. The nursery rhyme. Of course. A chill ran through her, though she kept her posture relaxed, fingers absently tracing the broken compass in her pocket. "Ah. That song." Her voice carried the weight of centuries, the ghost of a Gallifreyan child reciting verses in a vaulted classroom. "Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead ..." She let the line hang, mouth quirking. "Bit rude of them to paint you as a boogeyman, really. Though I suppose Rassilon’s storytelling never did favor nuance."

She took a deliberate step back, not out of fear, but to study him fully—this entity who’d woven himself into her culture’s mythology. The flicker of her TARDIS key against her collarbone caught the light as she tilted her head. "You’re right about one thing. The Doctor — my Doctor, the dreamer in the celery—never mentioned you. But then, he rarely spoke of anything that might’ve scared us. Preferred showing us supernovas over shadows." Her chuckle was warm, though her eyes remained sharp.

The mention of witches drew a genuine laugh. "Oh, that witch. Ah yes. I do seem to recall something." Her smile faded slightly, fingers tightening around the compass. There was a pause, a flicker of something mournful behind her eyes before she shook it off. "So. Which facet are you today? The nursery rhyme? The Underworld’s gatekeeper? Or just a traveler who enjoys baffling archivists?"

[alexanderhamiltonisthebottom]

He’s a Fifth-Dimensional being. They can live in and visualize an infinite set of time-space probability simultaneously.

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[tiimecrash]

@lightcreators ( Zagreus ... making reference of 8th Doctor adventure sharing same name and thinking mostly about Five afterwards ) asked; " I don't think the Doctor speak about me. I don't think the Doctor would EVER speak about me. An single name, many remembrances --- and that strange crossroad of circumstances, between past and future --- "

"Oh." Elizabeth arched a brow to them. She was a bit confused, but something told her that there was many more things in regards to the Doctor she was unaware of. She wasn't entirely sure who this was, yet she felt she should know them. Her gazed to that of curiosity and slight amusement before tilting her head. "Sorry, can't say he he has. Though, something tells me I should know you." She had to think back to everything in order to actually recall something. History was complicated like this. That's when she realized she knew something about his person. "Ah. Zagreus, yes?" the woman smiled a bit, though she was at arms reach from them. "Seems like I do recall something but I can't place it. Which Doctor are you referring to? See, it depends on which. I may have heard something in passing regarding you."

[tiimecrash]

making a come back in the new year. woot! may accidentally do some changes to the blog. mutli-muse possibly or change my character to fandomless instead of dw based. (:

[arsuf]

Assassin’s Creed Challenge: [6/7] outfits – Napoléon Bonaparte’s Outfit

[follower-of-morgoth]

This game really sparked my interest in the Napoleonic era.

[hearts4gxsling]

JUNGLE CRUISE (2021)

Emily Blunt as Lily Houghton.

(like or reblog when used.)

[yocalio]

Napoléon Bonaparte in Assassin’s Creed Unity

[theyoungvictorix]

[tiimecrash]

give this a like for a starter ( if we haven't rped yet or haven't in a while ). i need more writing partners. (:

[lateagainsir]

[lightcreators]

Creepiness  who  was  coming  from  the  mere  remembrance  of  her  advisor’s  name  cannot  be  transmitted  to  the  main  concerned.  It  wasn’t  something  he  couldn’t.  In  which  manner  he  could  confessing  to  her  he  had  impression  Philip  Butler  was  inescapable  to  his  path?  Sensation  of  clear  safety  he  has  been  experiencing  until  then,  no  matter  how  unkind  existence  has  been  to  him,  suddenly  found  threatened  and  heavily  compromised  with  the  familiar  sensation  that  if  he  failed  somewhere  with  her  advisor,  his  days  were  counted?  Sure,  especially  since  he  remained  her  advisor,  manner  he  might  looking  at  her  would  differing  in  the  neat  manner  he  has  been  watched  at  ---  one  gaze,  and  yet  everything  was  confessed  in  one  second!  The  condescendence,  the  mockery!  Anguish  that  rushed  into  his  entire  body  at  the  remembrance,  as  an  ancient  trauma  from  another  time  that  never  took  time  to  heal,  almost  betrayed  him  physically  inside  tremors  sign.  However,  as  he  has  been  inside  a  conversation  in  which  he  had  the  upper-hand,  the  control,  that  detached  and  indifference  power  he  used  from  before,  he  standing  himself  thanks  to  reminder  concerning  actual  circumstances  of  where  he  was.  With  Elizabeth,  sympathy  and  compassion  can  be  found  of  someone  that  met  an  outcast  wanting  to  find  somewhere  to  rule,  and  feeling  content  by  having  true  powers  of  his  hands.  With  Philip  Butler,  there  was  awareness  no  such  actions  would  serve  to  something  … Nervous  laugh  betrayed  his  composure  at  that  surname  concerning  her  advisor.  Oh,  he  heard  that  one  before  …  He  didn’t  know  where,  when,  but  that  manner  to  consider  her  advisor  just  turned  more  clearer  that  impression  of  deja-vu  …  Ah,  it  was  wonderful!

No  matter  what  could  be  circumstances,  he  would  need  Philip  Butler’s  approval. 

He  needed  a  miracle  to  happens.

Nothing  coming  from  the  most  honest  confession  of  his  heart,  in  which  he  had  no  intention  to  give  concerning  that  topic  that  triggering  further  anxiety  no  matter  he  attempted  to  escape  the  feeling,  could  be  confessed  directly  on  her  face  on  that  topic.  Not  the  pressuring  sensation  he  might  get  killed  if  he  played  wrongly  with  fire.  Not  all  these  impressions  when  as  much  he  witnessed  that  guy  inside  the  most  ephemeral  of  manners,  there  was  clear  awareness  he  cannot  explain  outside  than  clear  anxiety.  ❝  I  just  have  the  sensation  I  would  need  your  advisor’s  approval  …  ❞  It  wasn’t  just  a  sensation.  It  was  an  anchored  certainly  in  which,  thinking  he  would  be  free  to  do  as  he  pleased,  he  stayed  once  more  trapped  inside  same  bars  he  has  been  trying  to  escape.  It  was  the  price  he  needed  to  pay  for  staying  close  of  Elizabeth.  It  was  the  price  if  he  wanted  to  grab  that  power.  Why  on  earth  did  he  had  to  found  Philip  Butler  (again)  inside  a  ruler  position  when  he  got  nothing,  when  he  had  to  struggle  for  gain  one  fragment  of  power  somewhere,  when  he  had  to  imposing  himself  by  using  manipulative  methods?  Why  did he  get  n   o   t   h   i  n   g    in  the  first  place?  It  was  her  next  words  who  grabbed  his  attention.  She  wanted  to  help  him?  Familiar  emotions  towards  her,  as  much  he  cannot  considering  having  acting  as  a  good  person  for  mostly  has  been  selfishly  interested  with  betraying  attachment  that  remained  detached  expressed,  created  a  reason  to  exposing  an  indirect  truest  version  of  a  damaged  and  corrupted  heart.  By  the  remaining  closeness  between  them,  what  he  anticipating  what  could  be  her  answer,  giving  him  the  contrary  impression  a  mirage  or  a  temporary  miracle  would  be  offered  to  him.  Distractions  bring  him  towards  that  place  in  the  first  place.  There  was  Arendelle  he  wanted  to  conquer.  ❝  As  you  can  see,  I’m  inclined  to  listen.  ❞  He  pondered  as  he  didn’t  want  that  weakness  betrayal  remained  too  predominant  into  his  features.  By  the  moment  she  watching  her  surroundings,  a  mixture  of  happiness  and  anxiety  passed  though  him.  It  was  no  use  to  hope  Philip  Butler  won’t  know  what  will  happening.  Actually,  it  will  be  terrifying  realizing  everything  Philip  Butler  knew.

It  was  indeed  her  next  sentences  that  left  him  wordless  for  a  couple  of  seconds.  As,  somewhere,  he  should  have  been  the  one  proposing  to  her,  if  he  had  that  power  in  the  first  place,  that  it.  Another  nervous  laugh  betrayed  his  lips,  as  this  time,  there  was  nothing  given  an  inclination  he  would  refuse  the  proposition.  ❝  Are  you  sure  of  yourself?  Isn’t  a  decision  to  take  wisely?  Do  you    trust  me  to  take  care  of  your  kingdom?  ❞  He  would  be  forced  to  deal  with  Philip  Butler  more  often  than  he  could  expect,  and  even  though  there  would  be  that  temporary  sensation  he  was  the  one  in  control,  he  would  need  to  prove  it  to  him …  and  her.  Best  he  was  focusing  on  Elizabeth.  ❝  I  wouldn’t  holding  myself  back  concerning  my  decisions.  Though;  you  offering  me  a  crown  and  a  throne  wasn’t  supposed  I  expected  to  receive  today,  maybe  it’s  my  birthday~  ❞ He  would  need   to  assure  this  freedom  door  won’t  open  hell’s  door.  ❝  It’s  a  present  I  will  gladly  accept,  my  dear  Elizabeth.  ❞  He  playfully  answered  though  an  gentleman  kiss  on  one  of  her  hands with an smile.

[tiimecrash]

She watched him with a slight furrow of her brow, a look of concern flashing in her eyes as he spoke of needing her advisor’s approval. It was clear that Hans had his own demons and she had felt a bit sorrowful for him. Elizabeth knew him better than he cared to admit it after all. She had seen his ambition, his desire to prove himself, and she knew that it was something that often led to trouble. But she also knew that he could be a good man if he had the right company.

Her gaze softened as she heard his nervous laugh, and she reached out to gently squeeze his hand. "Of course, I trust you, Hans." She spoke with confidence, trying to reassure him. "You’ve always been there for me, and I know you will continue to be." She knew Phil wouldn't truly approve of her ideal. Marrying Hans for the sake of it was a bit farfetched, but it seemed like it had to happen. Elizabeth knew it did and it felt like the weight of the kingdoms rested on it. Not just her own kingdom, but for the Southern Isles and even Arandelle too.

The playfulness in his tone made her smile, and she couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through her as he kissed her hand. "Then it’s settled." she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. Her hand squeezed his one more, before arching a brow to Hans. She studied his face, knowing something more hid behind his features. He was thinking and it could be a dangerous thing. "We'll discuss marriage, yes? I just feel ... this is very much supposed to happen. I can't explain why."

[juliacaesaris-deactivated202109]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK | Day 2: Fav Relationship

“The relation in which we stand to one another leaves nothing to desire. It is a union of heart and soul, and therefore noble, and in it the poor children shall find their cradle, so as to be able one day to ensure a like happiness for themselves.” - Prince Albert

[lightcreators]

You  can’t  possibly  do  all  of  this  alone.

He  sensed  something  inside  her  eyes  who  resonated  highly  as  he  brought  up  that  Altas  comparison.  Wasn’t  the  first  time  such  conversation  happened  before?  Impression  of  how  emotionally  Sola  at  the  moment  he  had  been  exposing  quietly  that  concerned  didn’t  missed  him,  but  preferred  to  remain  polite  not  to  point  that  out.  Concerning  his  own  place  inside  the  universe  ---  concerning  how  he  decided  to  protect  whole  Earth  ---     ❝  I  expecting  to  myself  to  be  able  to  save  everyone  of  universe  unknowns  threats.  By  pulling  that  expectation  of  myself  humanity  look  at  me,  expecting  me  to  act  that  way.  ❞  There  was  something  coming  from  the  inner  of  his  soul  that  screamed  that  reality.  He  wanted  to  save  everyone.  Avoid  death  and  conflict  when  it  wasn’t  necessary,  protect  this  planet  of   comic’s  threats.    ❝  Wasn't my  own  decision  I made a long time ago ?  Isn’t  the  path  I  chosen  for  myself?  ❞

He  remained  inside  a  path  in  which  no  possible  mistake  can  be  made.

He  stayed  inside  a  journey  when  one  tiny  mistake  can  be  fatal.   

Inside  every  decision  he  was  making,  he  needed  to  do  the  right  decision,  with  awareness  of  the  potential  consequences  he  would  need  to  anticipate,  with  the  potential  human  stress  coming  about  in  which  measure  that  decision  remained  the  best  compared  to  all  possible  proposed  alternatives,  while  having  righteousness  to  assuming  such  choice.  Not  doing  any  kind  of  mistake,  no  matter  how  complicated,  no  matter  how  difficult  circumstances  were,  was  something  terribly  hard.  Sure,  there  was  another  perspective  offered  thanks  to  the  Justice  League.  Couple  of  disagreements  he  shared  concerning  Batman’s  solutions  who  were  far  more  radical  than  him  (and  accidentally  giving  him  a  strange  sentiment  in  the  stomach,  as  he  was  certain  he  perceived  such  radicality  somewhere,  and  it  wasn’t  coming  only  from  Luthor’s  symbol  trademark)  that  displeasing  him  much  of  time.  Nevertheless,  with  the  Justice  League,  he  wasn’t  going  to  eternally  remind  them  he  remained  the  alien.

Connection  he  shared  with  Sola,  mentally,  sometimes,  he  accepted  he  wouldn’t  probably  get  the  answer  of  the  various  unknown  questions  resonating  inside  of  him.  Around  her,  what  sounded  something  usual  could  be  perceived  otherwise,  as  how  each  daily  life  remained  around  that  compromising  of  responsibilities  echoed  with  strange  familiarity.  He  placed  himself  in  a  manner  the  chessboard  could  fit  him  best  …  but  by  moments,  he  had  the  impression  he  had  brought  here  not  only  by  his  own  parents  …      ❝  Knowing  things  is  a  good  point  for  help  a  reporter,  but  help  heavier  shoulders?  ❞  He  mused  playfully,  as  the  closeness  between  them  was  something  he  didn’t  searched  more  explanations,  as  there  was  that  immediate  happiness  spreading  on  his  face.  He  appreciated  the  comforting  closeness  and  gesture  he  received,  as  he  sensed  an  embarrassment  to  have  …  complained  …  about  his  own  situation.     ❝  Your  skills  might  develop  inside  another  manner  if  you  honestly  want  to  help  me.  ❞

[tiimecrash]

The words from Clark resonated within her and Sola felt a sudden kinship with the burden he had to carry. The weight of expectation from a world that saw him as both savior and guardian. She understood it very well, the crushing pressure of shouldering responsibilities that stretched beyond the scope of any single person. As a Time Lady, she had witnessed countless futures hang in the balance, and the decisions she made could either blow them out like a burning candle or guide them to a burn brighter.

"Clark .... " she began, her voice soft and carrying a hint of sympathy for her friend. " ... the path you chose is not one of isolation, but of unity. Your strength does not come from your ability to stand alone against the tides of fate ad time, but from the connections you forge with those around you." She stepped closer to him with her hand reaching out to touch his forearm. "You aren't Atlas holding up the heavens on your own. You are a beacon, drawing together the threads of humanity into a tapestry of hope and protection."

Sola felt Clark's concern for having everything fall to him. As his true self ( Kal-El ), as Clark, and Superman. He didn't need to go at the world alone and her unique abilities to see things and amongst her own responsibilities in her organization, she knew going at the world alone was not the best idea. Everyone needed companions and people to travel with them through the waters of what the universe threw their way. She rubbed his shoulder soothingly, before sighing a bit. "Come on Clark, lets go get something to eat, yeah? It'll make you feel better, at-least for a little while. Besides, you'll have some good company to cheer you up. What do you say?"

[princeorm]

PATRICK WILSON as Orm Marius AQUAMAN (2018) dir. James Wan

[tiimecrash]

@lightcreators ( maxil ) said " I am belonging to the stars in same manner you've part of them"

Sola was out exploring the planet, a seemingly baren one but she found in filled with artifacts. Some she wanted to collect and study, so as she stepped out of her TARDIS and it materialized into the surroundings ( as a massive native tree ) she explored. She situated her hat, clad in trousers and a blouse reminiscent of earth in the 1920s. She wandered around, before hearing the familiar sound of another TARDIS. That's when he spotted a very familiar face. Maxil.

"Ah, Maxil." the Sola greeted warmly, her eyes twinkling with the light of a thousand stars. Running over to hug him, before hearing his words. She pulled away, chuckling some. "Your sentiment is as vast as the cosmos itself. We are all but mere specks of stardust in the grand tapestry of existence, aren't we?" she stepped closer to him as a soft smile gracing her lips as she regarded him with genuine affection. She hadn't seen him in ... a very long time. It was nice to see a familiar face again. However, she was more curious to what brought him here to this particular place? "How have your travels treated you since we last met? I'm surprised you're not back at the Capitol? Are you out exploring the universes for Gaillfrey or ... for yourself?"

Sola had always enjoyed Maxil's company, always around helping her ( and occasionally her best friend Runcible ) when they would run into the Deca. She was reminded of her time when she was but a young Gallifreyan at the academy, exploring the vast corridors of the Library of Gallifrey alongside her closest confidant, Runicilbe. "How come you're all the way out here?" she asked curiously, rounding an interesting building of sorts.