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@antitimetraveller
antitimetraveller
Penned by MJ, 18+, GMT-
Character Information
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Writing Sample
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Hello :) I RP as a slightly canon divergent version of Susan Foreman from Doctor Who. My starter calls are open along with my inbox so if you would like an RP then please like this post or send me a message.
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This is an 18+ Rp blog for Our Flag Means Death
~ It is 18+ not because there will be any particularly m a t u r e themes on this blog but because I do not feel comfortable RPing with anyone younger
~The blog will be centred on my OC Ely; a runaway from the London Foundling Hospital who somehow... by being a stowaway... found their way onto Blackbeard's crew
~ I haven't ironed everything out yet but I plan for there to be some father/kid relationships between Ely and the Captain's which should be fun when put against the other crew
~ As I am not comfortable with it and I plan to write Ely between 16 and 17 years old, there will be no NSFW type RP on this account
~ Both Ely and I use they/them pronouns
There will be a complete (and much better looking) blog on the way shortly with f a r more information about Ely but if you have any interest in RPing with them then please give this a like and I will be in touch :)
- Penned by Star
I’m not saying I made a funny little RP blog for this funny little pirate show with a fandom that will probably be as dead as any other in about a week… but that’s exactly what I did.
“Guns can seriously damage your health, you know!”
"The point sort of isn't that it will damage my health... It's here more to threaten to damage someone else." Susan said with a small shrug, looking down at the weapon skilfully held in her hands.
//open rp - 13th Doctor//
“SNAP!” The Doctor yelled, slamming her cards down on the table.
Some people passing by laughed into their drinks, and her face morphed into confusion, “Wait, what game is this?”
Susan cleared her throat as she came up to the table to get her Grandmothers attention “It’s not snap… I think it’s poker…” She informed quietly, trying to avoid the judgmental glances from the other people at the party.
The Doctor blinked, looking down at the cards, and at the chips next to them, “Oh.”
She took a sip of her drink, “Why would they do that?”
“Because most people don’t gamble with snap.” Susan narrowed her eyes at the doctors glass as she took a sip “are you drinking?” She asked “and by drinking I mean alcohol.” A drunk version of her grandparent would be hell to handle, especially if some alien attack happened or if they had to fly the TARDIS anywhere.
“Touch my apple juice, and you’re grounded.” The Doctor threatened, not being mean about it, but showing she was serious, “Your dad did that, didn’t end well for him!”
She was relieved to hear that it was just apple juice but still couldn’t help defending herself. “You can’t ground me. I’m an adult!” She protested. It wasn’t like she had plans to touch the apple juice, it was simply a point of principal.
"There is the potential for space alcohol but if you don't want to go out then that's okay " He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Although, we could do space without the alcohol..." He'd just managed to find a vortex manipulator and was itching to use it in the absence of his grandparent.
"Space alcohol?" he asked, definitely intrigued now. Not that he had any issue, with, y'know, going for perhaps an underage drink or two. He'd just kinda - accepted that he was never going to get to experience it like other people.
"Yes. Space alcohol." He confirmed "There are lots of races in the universe with fast metabolisms. I have two hearts so human alcohol doesn't really stick in my system for very long." He gave as an example with a shrug. "We could visit somewhere fun and try it out."
antitimetraveller:
“I’ve always been curious about the London frost fair.” She said “I think you’ve probably gone before but I would like to go and see it.” She suggested
“We can go see the London Frost Fair,” he told her, “I have been several times. But it’s rather large and went on for quite a long time so it’s easy to avoid running into myself again.”
“Alright… let’s do that then.” She stood up from her place on the sofa and went to go and get her coat from the entry hall. “But… just to clarify, this isn’t because I need cheering up.”
“Of course,” he told her as he followed her out and to the TARDIS. He opened the doors with a snap of his fingers and made his way right to the TARDIS console to program their coordinates.
“Does she ever get upset with you when you do that?” Susan asked, leaning against the console and watching him program the coordinates. Being back in the TARDIS was always nice. The familiar buzzing of the psychic connection in the back of her mind was what home felt like.
“If she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t be the one allowing me to do such a thing in the first place,” the Doctor pointed out as he programmed the coordinates and pulled the last lever for the TARDIS to take off.
She braced herself a little against the console as he took off. Evidently, has driving had improved... but only slightly. It was still enough to throw you off of your feet if you weren't prepared for it. "Do you have victorian money?" She asked after they'd landed
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“One day, you’re going to be relying on a thing and then a thing won’t happen and you’ll be dead.” She said, poking him once to punctuate her sentence “What will I do then? It will just be me left in the universe.” Guilt tripping seemed to be an effective course of action with this face.
“Well, that’s something to worry about later,” he pointed out, “Besides, I’m not actually entirely sure which regeneration it is. It’s a bit complicated to explain but a few things happened along the way to make it a weird count. It’s not important, at least not for now. I’ll worry about that bridge when I get to it.”
"If you're careful from the start then that prevents you from getting to any bridges." She pointed out, going silent for a few moments "Who were you travelling with before you came back?" Susan asked "I mean, the group that you had before deciding to come and see me again. I'm presuming it's a group... I've read your files. It's usually a group."
"Can I drive?" She asked. She knew that she was pushing it even by asking but there was no harm in trying. Susan had used to co-pilot (although that was most likely just her grandfather humouring her while he did most of the work) so surely she'd be alright doing that now.
She paused and squinted at Susan, considering. "When's the last time you flew a TARDIS?" she asked, mock-teasing. "Not sure I trust you behind those controls." she half-grinned, unable to hold up the impression for long.
She frowned a little “It’s hardly my fault that I haven’t piloted in a while.” She pointed out “besides, I thought it was all psychic connections and muscle memory.” As they entered the TARDIS, she felt that warm buzzing in the back of her mind again. The feeling of being truly home.
"Well, true." she said, "Alright, co-pilot." she grinned, brighter now, knowing the TARDIS was glad to see her. And, of course, perhaps, glad that the Doctor hadn't come back alone, after the state she had been in when she'd parked and gone to see her grandchild, after all.
She grinned brightly and headed over to the console, happy to be home. "Has your driving improved at all?" Susan asked, half teasingly "Only, it was always a little... bumpy... before I left." She said, trying to say it delicately as to not make her grandparent cross with her.
//open rp - 13th Doctor//
“SNAP!” The Doctor yelled, slamming her cards down on the table.
Some people passing by laughed into their drinks, and her face morphed into confusion, “Wait, what game is this?”
Susan cleared her throat as she came up to the table to get her Grandmothers attention “It’s not snap… I think it’s poker…” She informed quietly, trying to avoid the judgmental glances from the other people at the party.
The Doctor blinked, looking down at the cards, and at the chips next to them, “Oh.”
She took a sip of her drink, “Why would they do that?”
“Because most people don’t gamble with snap.” Susan narrowed her eyes at the doctors glass as she took a sip “are you drinking?” She asked “and by drinking I mean alcohol.” A drunk version of her grandparent would be hell to handle, especially if some alien attack happened or if they had to fly the TARDIS anywhere.
Doctor Who sentence starters
Both New Who and Classic Who are represented.
“Oh, I thought you were my mirror image………until I realised I wasn’t the one holding a gun”
“If we fight like animals, we die like animals.”
“I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.”
“Could you hurry up and close the door? Your ship’s about to blow up; there’s gonna be a draft.”
“You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up “genocide”. You’ll find a little picture of me there, and the caption’ll read “Over my dead body.”
“You’re bluffing. There isn’t a sincere bone in your body… there isn’t a bone in your body!”
“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”
“You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world!”
“Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”
“Never ignore coincidence. Unless, of course, you’re busy. In which case, always ignore coincidence.”
“This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that counts is here and now, and this is me!”
“I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
“Always take a bannana to a party.”
“Geronimo!”
“Allon-sy!”
“Fantastic!”
“You wanted advice you said. I never give it. Never. But I might just say this to you. Always search for truth. My truth is in the stars and yours is here.”
“I don’t believe that man was made to be controlled by machines. Machines can make laws, but they can not preserve justice. Only human beings can do that.”
“You destroyed a whole planet just to save your own skin. You’re insane!”
“One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.”
“Life depends on change, and renewal.”
“Yes. When I say run, run like a rabbit. Run!”
“Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing, that nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.”
“You haven’t been trying to play this, have you? ”
“Are you trying to tell me that you were going to make cocoa in my lab?!”
“That wasn’t a question. That was a statement.”
“Would you like a Jelly Baby?”
“You’re standing on my scarf.”
“Shut up K9”
“Do you think I might attract attention?”
“If I tell you want you want to know, I betray millions of people in the future. I can’t do that.”
“Yes… perhaps it is time we were leaving. Don’t want to be blamed for starting a fire, do we?”
“That’s monstrous! Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!”
“When did you last have the pleasure of smelling a flower, watching a sunset, eating a well-prepared meal? … For some people, small, beautiful events are what life is all about!”
“An apple a day keeps the… Ah, never mind.”
“That’s the trouble with regeneration. You never quite know what you’re going to get.”
“It’s times like this I wish I still had my scarf.”
“You were expecting someone else?”
“ Change? What change? There is no change… no time, no rhyme, no place for space, nothing! Nothing but the grinding engines of the universe, the crushing boredom of eternity!”
“Guns can seriously damage your health, you know!”
“You don’t understand regeneration, Mel. It’s a lottery, and I’ve drawn the short plank.”
“Yes, that’s right, you’re going. You’ve been gone for ages. You’re already gone. You’re still here. You’ve just arrived. I haven’t even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time.”
“Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.”
“You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.”
“You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn’t that true?”
“Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.”
“Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
“Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer!”
“ You let one go, but that’s nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim’s spared. Because she smiled, because he’s got freckles, because they begged. And that’s how you live with yourself. That’s how you slaughter millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind’s in the right direction, you happen to be kind.
“The angels have the phonebox.”
“ I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods; out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing… just one thing… I believe in her.”
“All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start? ”
“Don’t be lasagna”
Christ alive can somebody please send me some meme starters. I am open to crossovers, OCs and canon characters. PLEASE. I am so bored
"Yes, I suppose that would be a little bit difficult to explain." He said thoughtfully though with a little giggle, finding it very difficult not to smile widely. "I don't really know how this works. Do you have to stay in the hospital afterwards? I could come and visit you." Kyt suggested. Changing appearance to physically present your gender wasn't really something Timelords worried a lot about but even Kyt had been elated when he'd woken up in the body of a boy after regenerating. He couldn't imagine how exciting that feeling would be for Peter.
"Yeah, uh, yeah, not for too long though? I gotta be there for a few days whilst I have a, um, a compression bandage on and they gotta make sure that nothing splits or goes - weird, like my nipples falling off." he said, casually, "My healing factor's really good so I'm not too worried, but yeah." his eyes brightened a little, "That'd be cool. Obviously Aunt May's gonna be there." she had always been his champion.
He seemed more than a little surprised at the mention of nipples falling off but did his best to cover it with a few bewildered blinks. Had humans really not been able to come up with a better solution than this? "Okay... well, I could pop in and say that I'm a friend from School or something if you want me too." Kyt suggested. "I do know that hospital food is universally disgusting so I could try and sneak you something else in."
"That sounds great. Oh, yeah. I mean I bet Aunt May's gonna be bringing me all the takeout I could want." he paused, thinking of just how much this had cost and how much it must have set them back, but, he was so grateful for it, regardless. "But I will need to get my calories up somehow. Super-fast metabolism. Great for healing." he grinned. "I'm - god, I can't wait."
"I'm really happy for you." He said contently. A spark suddenly went off behind his eyes "What are you doing tonight? We could go out and celebrate!" He suggested "I have the best fake ID... or I've got some very quick transport to somewhere with a lower drinking age."
"Oh, man, as fun as that sounds it'd be pretty pointless," he wrinkled his nose, "Alcohol doesn't work on me. Not that, uh, I've tried," he cleared his throat with a faint flush in his cheeks, "But, uh, if I had - it wouldn't have worked. Super metabolism. Burn it off too fast."
"There is the potential for space alcohol but if you don't want to go out then that's okay " He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Although, we could do space without the alcohol..." He'd just managed to find a vortex manipulator and was itching to use it in the absence of his grandparent.
Closed Roleplay with @indiemusee {Kyt & 13}
They’d managed to get her to her room at least and Susans grandmother had talked her through most of it but it was still a terrifying experience. As much as people tended to sugar coat it, regenerating was dying. Every cell in Susans body was being torn apart and rewritten. It was the most immense pain that she’d ever been in. Regenerating was different for everyone. Some people went out in a burst of light. For others, they spent days in their dying form, unconscious and unaware of the change until they woke up. Susan happened to be a mix. The searing pain from the spaceships security system sending something straight through her side had been enough to cause a shock of painful regeneration energy that had continued while her grandmother struggled to get her back to the TARDIS. While the Doctor was talking her through what to do and how it would feel to try and calm her down, she felt her head lulling like she was going to fall asleep… and then she’d passed out.
That had been about 4 days ago (time was difficult to measure in the TARDIS). Of course, the Doctor couldn’t be expected to stay with Susan for all of that time. She’d probably popped out briefly to get a drink or tidy up some of the damage that Susans burst of energy had caused. The Doctor hadn’t been there to see the finale change. The change of their outer appearance.
They sat up with great difficulty, their head pounding and stars immediately beginning to dance in front of their vision. Even between the flashing lights in their eyes, they managed to recognise their room in the TARDIS. They glanced down at their hands and their body and immediately felt a wave of nausea. It was such a peculiar feeling, like some kind of outer body experience. “Nanny?!” They called. The waves of panic running through this new body and the tears welling at the sound of a strangers voice coming from their mouth was enough to stop them realising how much their tone made them sound like they had when they’d first left Gallifrey.
The Doctor sighed, running a hand through her hair, “Y’sure?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. The last thing she wanted was for there to be a panic over appearances. “Point is, I think you turned out alright.”
She went and grabbed a tiny handheld mirror, pressing it into their hands.
They nodded, swallowing hard to push back the bitter taste of their anxiousness. "I'm sure..." They managed to say and couldn't help a small smile as they took the mirror, not turning it over to look at themselves yet. "You have to say that. You're my grandmother." Their smile faltered a little as they slowly, and with shaky hands, turned the mirror over. They bought a hand up to their face, testing that it was really them in the reflection. "I... I'm going to need new clothes..."
Susan Foreman- Open Starter {Anyone can reply}
“I am fully aware that celebrating something like the New Year is entirely redundant but...” She moved around the room to stand a little closer to the other, trying to grab their attention and bring them over to her idea “there’s not much harm in a party! And it would be fun! What do you think?” Susan Grinned widely, rocking on her heels excitedly
Susan’s excitement was infectious. She was right: what did the new year mean on a ship that travelled in time? But she was so excited about a party it was hard to say no.
“Let’s celebrate 1964,” he agreed, smiling. “But we’re going to need more than just the four of us and the food machine to make it a new year party. If there’s some paper somewhere we can make streamers,” he said thoughtfully.
Susan gave an excited clap of her hands when she was giving permission for them to hold a party. That excitement did falter a little at the mention of their only being four of them. "Four people can make a party!" She protested "... and, besides, who else would we invite?"
Closed Roleplay with @indiemusee {Kyt & 13}
They’d managed to get her to her room at least and Susans grandmother had talked her through most of it but it was still a terrifying experience. As much as people tended to sugar coat it, regenerating was dying. Every cell in Susans body was being torn apart and rewritten. It was the most immense pain that she’d ever been in. Regenerating was different for everyone. Some people went out in a burst of light. For others, they spent days in their dying form, unconscious and unaware of the change until they woke up. Susan happened to be a mix. The searing pain from the spaceships security system sending something straight through her side had been enough to cause a shock of painful regeneration energy that had continued while her grandmother struggled to get her back to the TARDIS. While the Doctor was talking her through what to do and how it would feel to try and calm her down, she felt her head lulling like she was going to fall asleep… and then she’d passed out.
That had been about 4 days ago (time was difficult to measure in the TARDIS). Of course, the Doctor couldn’t be expected to stay with Susan for all of that time. She’d probably popped out briefly to get a drink or tidy up some of the damage that Susans burst of energy had caused. The Doctor hadn’t been there to see the finale change. The change of their outer appearance.
They sat up with great difficulty, their head pounding and stars immediately beginning to dance in front of their vision. Even between the flashing lights in their eyes, they managed to recognise their room in the TARDIS. They glanced down at their hands and their body and immediately felt a wave of nausea. It was such a peculiar feeling, like some kind of outer body experience. “Nanny?!” They called. The waves of panic running through this new body and the tears welling at the sound of a strangers voice coming from their mouth was enough to stop them realising how much their tone made them sound like they had when they’d first left Gallifrey.
The Doctor kicked a part of the wall, trying to use brute force to hold it together, “C’mon, you know I can’t take you into a shop!” She whined.
The TARDIS simply let out a whirr, and a puff of smoke blew into her face. She coughed, pouting as she waved the smoke away, “Rude!” She scolded.
The Doctor paused, ears perking up as she heard someone calling for her… …Susan calling for her.
“SUSAN!” The Doctor shouted, sprinting down the hall, taking many wrong turns before finally bursting into the room, “Susan!”
Standing up. Not a good idea on legs that were much longer than their last ones and while they were feeling so panicky. As soon as they’d made a move to do it, they’d ended up on the floor. As the Doctor came in, their head was propped up on the bed while they half lay on the floor- waiting for the nausea to subside. “What happened?” They asked weakly, not looking up at their grandparent. Even in this state, they didn’t want their grandparent seeing the streams of tears running down their face.
Her face scrunched in worry as she ran over, kneeling down by their side, “Y’just changed, alright? Not a big deal, just- Just a bit of change!”
The Doctor pulled them up, guiding them back to the bed, “Gotta say, I’m liking the haircut!” She complimented, “Oh! And the eyes! Man, gotta love those eyes-”
The Doctor was just rambling, she knew that, but rambling meant that Susan- if they were even still Susan -would be distracted from the panic due to her sprouting nonsense.
"You're rambling at me." They pointed out, instinctively running a hand through their hair to feel how short it was. Short and curly. And their voice was different... deeper... and their legs were much longer. They let her help them up, rubbing their eyes on the back of their sleeve "Can I see... Please?" They asked after a few moments of hesitation. It was nerve racking. What if the change was awful? Regeneration was a lottery and what if they'd lost? What if they felt completely disconnected from the person that they saw in the mirror? Still, it was better to know.
"Can I drive?" She asked. She knew that she was pushing it even by asking but there was no harm in trying. Susan had used to co-pilot (although that was most likely just her grandfather humouring her while he did most of the work) so surely she'd be alright doing that now.
She paused and squinted at Susan, considering. "When's the last time you flew a TARDIS?" she asked, mock-teasing. "Not sure I trust you behind those controls." she half-grinned, unable to hold up the impression for long.
She frowned a little “It’s hardly my fault that I haven’t piloted in a while.” She pointed out “besides, I thought it was all psychic connections and muscle memory.” As they entered the TARDIS, she felt that warm buzzing in the back of her mind again. The feeling of being truly home.
Closed Roleplay with @indiemusee {Kyt & 13}
They'd managed to get her to her room at least and Susans grandmother had talked her through most of it but it was still a terrifying experience. As much as people tended to sugar coat it, regenerating was dying. Every cell in Susans body was being torn apart and rewritten. It was the most immense pain that she'd ever been in. Regenerating was different for everyone. Some people went out in a burst of light. For others, they spent days in their dying form, unconscious and unaware of the change until they woke up. Susan happened to be a mix. The searing pain from the spaceships security system sending something straight through her side had been enough to cause a shock of painful regeneration energy that had continued while her grandmother struggled to get her back to the TARDIS. While the Doctor was talking her through what to do and how it would feel to try and calm her down, she felt her head lulling like she was going to fall asleep... and then she'd passed out.
That had been about 4 days ago (time was difficult to measure in the TARDIS). Of course, the Doctor couldn't be expected to stay with Susan for all of that time. She'd probably popped out briefly to get a drink or tidy up some of the damage that Susans burst of energy had caused. The Doctor hadn't been there to see the finale change. The change of their outer appearance.
They sat up with great difficulty, their head pounding and stars immediately beginning to dance in front of their vision. Even between the flashing lights in their eyes, they managed to recognise their room in the TARDIS. They glanced down at their hands and their body and immediately felt a wave of nausea. It was such a peculiar feeling, like some kind of outer body experience. "Nanny?!" They called. The waves of panic running through this new body and the tears welling at the sound of a strangers voice coming from their mouth was enough to stop them realising how much their tone made them sound like they had when they'd first left Gallifrey.
The Doctor kicked a part of the wall, trying to use brute force to hold it together, “C’mon, you know I can’t take you into a shop!” She whined.
The TARDIS simply let out a whirr, and a puff of smoke blew into her face. She coughed, pouting as she waved the smoke away, “Rude!” She scolded.
The Doctor paused, ears perking up as she heard someone calling for her... ...Susan calling for her.
“SUSAN!” The Doctor shouted, sprinting down the hall, taking many wrong turns before finally bursting into the room, “Susan!”
Standing up. Not a good idea on legs that were much longer than their last ones and while they were feeling so panicky. As soon as they'd made a move to do it, they'd ended up on the floor. As the Doctor came in, their head was propped up on the bed while they half lay on the floor- waiting for the nausea to subside. "What happened?" They asked weakly, not looking up at their grandparent. Even in this state, they didn't want their grandparent seeing the streams of tears running down their face.
