Anon request I’m obsessed w any Dhawan!master fic where he’s all scary and uncaring right up until his partner gets hurt, and then he’s a mix of SUPER SCARY and super tender towards them - sorry vague prompt!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death

“Take this to the end corridor, where the air lock is and rig it up to the door, make sure you set it correctly y/n otherwise the bomb will go off early, got it?” Commanded the Master as he thrust the complicated looking device into your hands.

“Yeah, I think so Master, just one question...” you began until you were interrupted by the Time Lord who rounded on you with an angry expression on his face.

“That was a rhetorical question Y/N! Just do what I tell you. You’re not with the Doctor now, you’re with me and when I ask for something to be done, I expect it to be done quickly, without any chatter. That’s my job. Now go!”

You jumped at his raised voice and all but ran in the opposite direction, down the corridor he pointed out to you. He scared you when he was in a mood like this, but what did you expect when you were now travelling with the Doctor’s arch nemesis, he was hardly going to be a good guy.

You reached your destination quickly and fastened the bomb on securely. The ship you were on belonged to an alien species called Coonmins. They were in possession of a very valuable piece of tec that the Master was in desperate need of, or so he said to you and the only way you were going to get this equipment was to take it by brute force, meaning blowing up the spaceship with everyone inside. Well not everyone, the females with the young had already escaped leaving the males onboard to fight you two off unsuccessfully.

The Master had forced the crew into this airlock you were approaching and you could see their faces looking out at you as you programmed the bomb. They looked so helpless that it brought tears to your eyes. You forced yourself to look away.

Suddenly you heard a loud bang which made you jump and turn towards the airlock. The captain of the ship was smashing his fists on the airlock window, trying to break free.

“I’m sorry” You said as you turned back to the bomb, hands shaking as you tried to finish your task but the tears that where now filling your eyes were now blurring your vision and you couldn’t see the counter properly. You heard what you thought was the countdown noise and you stepped away from the bomb. The crew inside started yelling loudly and even though the sound was muffled because of the glass, their cries of despair hit your soul and you had to turn and run away from them, back to your Master, back to the safety of the TARDIS.

You were almost there when you heard a young cry from one of the side corridors, you turned and saw a young boy who must have missed the evacuation because he was hiding from you, run towards the air lock “papa!” He cried out reaching his hand out towards the man at the front. “No, get away!” You screamed chasing after the boy.

It didn’t register until you were too late that you were running straight into your own device. You saw a blinding white light and felt the heat of the explosion hit your face and exposed arms. Suddenly, when you had made peace with the fact that this was the end for you, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you backwards. You couldn’t see or hear anything and this is how you stayed for what felt like eternity.

After you had left him to start the bomb, the Master had collected the warp drive he desired, not to put into the TARDIS of course, but to sell on.

The TARDIS was ready to go, the warp drive was secured, he just needed you to finish the clean-up operation ‘But why’ the Master thought as he paced up and down outside the TARDIS ‘is it taking her so long!’

“Gah! I’m gonna leave her! You snooze, you lose” muttered the Master as he turned back towards his ship. Then he heard the yells coming from the child and yourself down the corridor. His hearts skipped a beat, the stupid human was going to get herself blown up!

There was no time to run after you, the Master pelted into the TARDIS and flew it directly into the bomb’s path. He caught hold of you just as the bomb was exploding. He reached out through the TARDIS’ doors and dragged you inside. He threw you to the floor in a crumpled heap and slammed the doors shut.

“What the bloody hell did you think you were doing, trying to save that child Y/N?” He ranted to your unconscious body “It could have got you killed. Well not on my watch child. Don’t you dare die on me. You’re not allowed, do you hear me Y/N? Actually, you probably can’t”

The Master picked you up, you were like a rag doll in his arms and already he could see the burns on your arms and face. Nothing he couldn’t fix but the ones on your face may scar a bit.

The Master took you into his bedroom which was actually quite small. A massive king-sized bed dominated the room even though it was pushed up against the wall, above and all around the bedroom there were shelves that held thousands of books and papers all stacked up in random order. He laid you on the bed and set to work dressing your wounds on your arms and applying a healing paste to the ones on your cheeks and forehead.

Then he took your pulse and hooked you up to a machine that told him that your vitals were still normal. You were just unconscious; your body was trying to protect itself from more damage.

The Master drew up a chair next to you and sat with a hunched back and hands steepled together, his black hair messed up from the day’s escapades “What am I going to do with you love, hmm? You don’t listen, you never listen. It would be fine if I was the Doctor, but I’m not, nor do I want to be but you, you need to.... otherwise you end up in the state you’re in now and I can’t keep patching you up Y/n. You’re too prec..” but he stopped himself. Almost like he was going to be sick. He was about to say that you were too precious to him. Did he really think that? Was that true? He sighed and stood up, grabbing one of your favourite books down from the shelf and began to read.

A while later, you started to stir, you could hear the Master’s voice talking low, he was reading to you. You loved to listen to him reading out loud, his voice became melodic and almost hypnotic. You began to dream that he wasn’t reading to you but to your children, as if he was reading them a bedtime story. You knew this was a dream and you shook yourself out of it quickly.

You opened your eyes slowly and saw that he was sitting next to you, engrossed in the book he was reading. He seemed to sense that you were awake and he closed the book gently and then looked at you with his big brown eyes.

“You’re alive then” He said simply. His tone now unreadable.

“Just about, thanks for saving me”

“Just don’t make a habit of it, ok Y/N? Like I said whilst you were asleep, I’m not the Doctor, I’m not gonna save you every time. You got it?”

“Got it” You muttered then you tried something very brave “please can you give me a hug?”

At first, you thought he was going to strangle you as he slowly rose up off the chair and moved towards you. But then he got on the bed and pulled you into him, he was the big spoon, and you were the little spoon, just as you were every time even though you were only just shorter than he was.

You then turned so you were now looking up at him, the Master looked down at you and then stroked you on the nose “please don’t do that again” he said.

That’s really two separate questions, but the local post service is very good! It’s quite reliable and fast given our proximity to Canterlot.

To expound upon the matter, most of the mail flows in bulk between large transit hubs, either in hoof-written form or transmitted in Horse code (which is faster but loses some of the personal touch). As such, proximity to such a hub is definitely an advantage, and Canterlot is such a hub.

In Canterlot, letters are loaded onto the next train passing by Ponyville. Once unloaded, letters are brought to the local post office for sorting. Then in the early morning when most are asleep, post ponies will distribute the letters, which means letters sent from a major city the day before can usually arrive in time for ponies to read when waking up.

As for how letters are distributed outside Equestria, there’s not much I can tell you, but I do know there’s no organization in charge of handling mail across borders. Once mail reaches a distribution point at or outside Equestrian borders to be sent further, it ceases to be the responsibility of the Equestrian Royal Mail, so how it is handled from there on out is not something we have much insight into.

Presumably the methods would vary a great deal depending on the destination, as different places would have different means to distribute mail depending on the state of the infrastructure and what types of creatures live there.

Of course, highly important or classified missives are often hoof delivered by a courier (typically a pegasus) to ensure a definite and secure delivery. But that’s more of an exception than the rule.

♚ //  Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Lalisa Manoban Group/Band/Occupation: Blackpink Nationality: Thai Faceclaim: age: 23 ♚ // Character ;  Basic information

Quote: A bad seed that grows into a rotten tree can still have a good leaf or two. 

Full name character: Rosa Jjang

Nickname: Roro

Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Midgard/Earth, Korean. 

Age: 24

Date of Birth: 11/10/1996

Gender: female.

Preferred Pronouns: female - she/her

Race: Demigoddess

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

What languages does your character speak? Korean (fluently), English (Fluently), Runes (beginner).

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: Pale

Eye color: Honey Brown

Scars: She has many scars along her back and torso, her most notable scar being the RH burned/branded into the nape of her neck. She does not like her neck exposed because of this.

Piercings: Both ears, both nipples, belly button, and clitoris piercing.

Tattoos: None

Hair color: Dark Brown naturally but is often bleached lighter or dyed different colors. 

Abnormalities: A bit short, 5'1

Horns/ wings/ etc.: N/A

Transformed form: N/A

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: Wild, Independent, Enduring, Secretive, Unyielding, Naive

Likes: Money, Frappuccino’s, Tattoos, Rune Magic, Dancing

Dislikes: Weakness (esp in men), dishonor, humidity, being tied up, chained up or handcuffed, getting hungry.

Manias: She loves beautiful jewelry more than anything else in this world.

Phobias: She is terrified that her crazy ex-husband will find her and kill her.

Animal: Horse, because of the beautiful way they run freely, and ride into victory.

Religion: Yes, she believes and follows the Norse Religion. She is the daughter of a Vanir Goddess.

Favorite song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXZ_B8Amy00 Jhene Aiko – B.S.

Vice: Wrath

Virtue: Humility

Personality description:

Above all else, Rosa is a person. A person who is aware of all the injustice and violence in the world yet finds herself at peace within the discord. It is hard to get a rise out of her over any sort of news, or jarring event the media may speak about or sensationalize. Many people may find her comfortable to talk to, despite her dry sarcasm and serious demeanor. Rosa is quite materialistic and enjoys the darker side of life. This stems from her thrill seeker and extravagant lifestyle. Rosa has a habit of landing herself in deep trouble with little thought as to how her unyielding actions will affect her future. Being a daughter of Freya automatically gives Rosa a predisposition to be a bit materialistic. She has an eye for detail, especially when it comes to jewelry, rare metals, and gemstones. 

As far as showing emotions goes, she is typically completely closed off, mysterious, and secretive; often claiming to be ‘emotionally dead’ or having less than three moods: horny, hangry, and bored. Rosa would prefer not to have to speak, especially of her feelings. There are times where her moods range in extremes and are completely unstable. One moment she is affectionate and loving, and the next paranoid, accusing, and upset. This stems from her deep paranoia and anxiousness; she often believes she is seeing signs, or hints in things that may not actually be while in her mania. However, this is rarely the case and just as quickly as her mood leaps toward one extreme or another, it is just as quickly dropped.

She finds it hard to place her feelings into words and has learned to express them in more of a physical way. This, sometimes, leads people to believe she is ‘fake’ with her emotions, because of the amount of people she finds herself ‘expressing’ them to. More times often than not, she finds herself attracted to people who appear to be just as chaotic as she is; she has a wanderlust, and a love for danger. Her personal relationships tend to teeter towards abusive and dangerous, rather than stable and safe.

Unique, and illusory; she often uses sarcasm as defense mechanism & means of coping with things she does not like. Rosa enjoys using her magic over physically exhorting or straining herself. However, when it comes to fighting, she fights from a distance using a whip. She is quite skilled with it. Rosa is very passionate and spirited and never holds back in a fight. She makes for a fearsome opponent especially when angered. She is typically one for magically overkilling whatever opponent has the misfortune of going up against her. 

♚ // Character ; Powers

Magical Powers: 

Main gift: PRECIOUS METALS & GEMSTONE MANIPULATION: Rosa can sense gemstones within the earth and rip them to the surface to use as weapons. She can do the same with precious metals and has the most luck with Gold. She can reshape gold into weapons, shields, or any needed utensil/thing she may need.

Secondary gifts: When Rosa cries the tears fall in the form of small gold nuggets which can be used as currency or may be used in place of ripping gold from the earth. 

Non-magical Powers: Awesome Charisma and Social Skills; she is very charming and naturally likable even when she is not trying. She has a natural way of talking to people that makes them feel comfortable around her.

She can sense gemstones and precious metals. She can feel them within the earth. 

Because she is descended from a Norse goddess, she has a natural talent for reading rune stones. 

Rosa’s mother is the Norse goddess of love, and her children tend to be beautiful or striking in appearance, Rosa being no exception to the rule is seen as an ethereal beauty. 

Weaknesses: Much like her mother, Rosa has a great love for material things and because of this she often finds herself in trouble. She is easily lured into messy situations with the promise of jewelry or other luxurious gifts. 

Because ripping gems from the earth is no easy feat, it is physically taxing for her to do so and can only summon so many at a time. It overly exhausts her to use this gift of hers, so she mainly sticks to materializing gold as this is far less taxing.

She does not fare well with being at sea, as it causes her great discomfort when she cannot feel the stones of the earth under her feet. Rosa hates the ocean because of this and absolutely refuses to go on a boat. 

Because of her great beauty she tends to not be taken seriously as a warrior and therefore lacks greatly in hand to hand combat, and anything involving hard physical work. She relies heavily on her magic and gets burned out very quickly. 

♚ // Character ; The Student

Study Style: Rosa is a hands-on learner, and if she cannot get interested or emotionally invested in what she is learning she finds it difficult to pay attention. She learns best by watching and doing for herself rather than following written rules and directions. She is big on trial and error. 

Favorite class: Ancient Runes Least favorite class: General Battle Tactics I

classes (5-8) : 

Astrology

Fortune-telling 

Art History

Charms and Incantations 

General Battle Tactics I

Manipulation 

Ancient Runes

Modern Dance 

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: November 10th, 1997

Date of Death: too fast to live too young to die (still living). 

Crime Record: She has a troubled past and has taken the law into her own hands on several occasions. She obeys authority until it hinders her or gets in the way of what she needs or wants. She tends to lean towards chaotic neutral when it comes to her moral alignment. 

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No. 

Background: trigger warning: violence, abuse, torture.

 It is funny how all the wrong choices one may make can be summed up in a few sentences. “She married the wrong man, and found herself in trouble” or, “She was warned about him, but went through with it anyway.” A bunch of generic sentences that people often say behind ones back, as opposed to one’s face. Little known to most, Rosa was always aware of what they were saying. In fact, she did not care. From the moment she met Wu, Yifan, she knew she was fucked. From randomly meeting, to dating, to engagement, everything seemed to have been set in its proper place. The days leading up towards their seemed all too perfect; a dream came true. The ceremony was beautiful; no one expected such a wonderful turn out. A happy life together is what Rosa, as well several others would have expected from the union.

However, things are never as they appear to be. On the surface he was fun, exciting in every sense of the word, charming, and seemingly, sweet. But soon Rosa found out that it was all merely an act. An act to pull the wool over her eyes; trick her into agreeing to marriage and uniting two powerful families of demigods. Being the naive person that she was, she fell for it all, his charm, his charisma, his mask. Their wedding night was the night she found out that Yifan was not who he portrayed himself to be. The caring and kind man she thought had found her, melted away, leaving the hollow shell, with hardly any traces of humanity left within him. That was the first time he laid violent hands on her. He would grab her, tie her down, and brand the nape of her neck; showing the world to whom she belonged. Shocked, terrified, and scarred by his new behavior, she did not consider fighting him back. Any sort of thing she did or said would set Yifan off. Be it pleasant small talk, or subtle mentioning of speaking to, or meeting up with anyone. For months they lingered on this way; misery threatening to consume her each day she was trapped in this miserable marriage. At least, that was, before she met him. 

His name was Dujun; a gift from the Gods. No matter how poorly Yifan treated Rosa, Dujun made everything better. It was not long before she wound up cheating on Yifan with him. Encounters began to increase, the closer they got. With Rosa seeming so different, Yifan began to grow suspicious. The misery almost completely wiped from her face; he knew something was up with her. Despite her efforts in trying to hide it, Rosa simply could not help the positive change Dujun had on her, and the way he made her feel magic once again. Thus, spies were hired to trail Rosa, and soon, her affair was discovered. Outraged, Yifan hired someone to abduct Dujun. Days pass by, without word from Dujun – behavior that is nothing like him, Rosa grew suspicious. Raiding Yifan’s safe, she cleans it of valuables, jewels, drugs, and cash. After stashing them somewhere safe, she proceeds to show up at Dujun’s house unannounced. Something about the way the door just swung open as soon as she went to knock alarms her; a feeling in her gut warns her that something is not right. It is here that she falls into Yifan’s trap. Knocked out, tied up, and hidden down in the basement, she awakens to see Doojoon bound and gagged – incapacitated in front of her. Startled, confused, and terrified, she tries to move but soon finds she cannot. Restrained and defenseless, she is met with Roman. He screams at, beats, and attacks her, and when he decides she has had enough, he turns to Dujun. Rosa screams incomprehensible words, and swears at Yifan – pleading, begging, and wishing for Dujun to be let go – she can only watch as Yifan beats, cuts, and breaks him right before her very eyes.

It went on for several long days. There was no sun in that basement; no way to keep track of the time. There was only Yifan and his reign of terror. Every day he forces her to endure his wrath, then watch him hurt the person she holds dearest to her again, and again, and again. What stopped it? The fact that Dujun, after several days, was finally able to snatch something off Yifan, unnoticed: a knife. He cuts himself and Rosa free, the two flee. It does not take long for Yifan to notice they are gone and soon he chases them down. Dujun attempts to protect Rosa to the best of his ability. One after one, they fight Yifan’s henchmen, before a gunshot to Dujuns back ends it all. Dujun’s body hits the cold ground. A moment before he passes, their eyes meet one last time. Rosa knows if she does not escape now, she will never make it out of there alive. She promised Dujun she would make it. Rosa finds shelter in a cave, as Yifan’s hunt for her goes on. Under the cover of darkness, she follows the footsteps left behind in the snow until she finds the road. Walking until she feels as if she would collapse, the first car she sees, she flags down. Thankfully, given her poor condition, the person driving is willing to stop and takes her to her place of employment?

Insolitus Academy.  

♚ // Roleplayer

Time zone: eastern time usa & canada 

OOC! Triggers: Honestly not much bothers me, I have a very high tolerance. 

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I then opened the object image and Selected ‘Image > Adjustments > Match Colour...’ and selected the layer of the jumper for the model image. I then adjusted the fade bar so that the necklace and hand were completely visible.

This made both the images work better together. Helping the viewer to focus on the models jumper and the necklace after seeing the product image.

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