#redemptionverse

[the-daddy-duck]

So in the roleplay I'm doing with my friend, Sera and Lilith enter into a political marriage to attempt to broken peace between Heaven and Hell, they end up falling in love!

This is Samuel, their son, neither of them carried him, Sera made him in a similar fashion to how Lilith, Adam, and Eve were created.

Samuel struggles a lot with not knowing where he fits in, often times too demonic to fit amongst angels, and too soft to fit in with demons. He's stoic and can come off as cold and dry-humored, but he mostly wears it as a front.

When he was young, he lost his temper and hurt someone, he's terrified of his own emotions since.

Side note I adore how he came out, so I hope everyone likes him and my cringe OCs haha!

[presidentromana]

for the wip meme: I was giving other people a chance to ask first, but now I gotta ask — want to talk about a rp verse of your choice? 😊

:) well you explained the logistics so i'll say things I like about them!

conspiracyverse:

-i love characters interacting with alternate timeline versions of themselves. it's very character study-y. very i'm-gonna-put-this-character-in-a-jar-and-shake-it (with an identical one in a different jar for the experimental control). which events make them who they are? who would they be if this didn't happen or if that happened or if they saw their future and feared it?

-it's extra powerful because one set of them are kids, they're unformed versions of themselves, they really could be different people. are the adult versions gonna want better for them or resent them for still having all their choices left?

-i love how on one hand this theoretically has the potential for things to go better than the original timeline but on the other we are giving them so many other kinds of trauma it could easily go worse oops

-the freedom for anything to happen, no tracks of canon to follow

redemptionverse

-i appreciate how this one is high concept, not "takes ten minutes and several diagrams to explain" concept

-i love exploring how they could come back from the point of no return, from Sartia crossing a line that can never be uncrossed. and it does seem like the trauma and vulnerability Romana has post Apocalypse Element, where in canon her only friend abandons her alone on this planet where there's no one who she can be a person with, not the President (seriously, doctor, at the start of the day you thought she was dead and now you can't even stay the night to check your starved, barely standing, friend is doing okay?) is the place that has the most chance.

Romana's in such a bad place and hasn't gone through the character development of having healthier* friendships in Gallifrey, it's conceivable that she'd forgive anything just to have someone to trust and talk to at that point

*look some of those friendships may involve i-murdered-your-husband-and-confessed-and-then-we-never-talked-about-it but that still beats i-tried-to-kill-you

-how it's even messier because of the lies and manipulation involved on Sartia's end, it's all very fragile

-and of course, retelling Gallifrey and tearing our hair out trying to find in-universe solutions to canon plotholes is fun

[shatteredcrisis-blog]

Run || x13doctor

Just run, and never look back.

The Eye of Orion was known as the most tranquil place in the Universe. It was the first place he put down the coordinates for, his emotions caught somewhere between relief and grief and all he knew was that he needed to get away, escape and find some kind of stability.

His Tardis crashed more than materialized, her controls stubborn and resistant to his touch but he paid it little mind because the moment he landed he threw open the doors and stumbled out gasping for a breath of fresh air. The Tardis was too stale, stationary, still exactly the same as he had left it two hundred years ago when he first entered his own personal hell and he couldn't stand it.

So he stumbled out and ran; ran and ran until his legs gave out and he collapsed on the grass that swayed in a gentle breeze and smelled of thunderstorms. He lay there unmoving with his eyes closed to avoid seeing the blood that stained his hands and stiffened his sleeves, splattered all over his clothes and and skin and permeated his very being.

He was free. He was finally free, away from that nightmare, away from the Valeyard. He had gained that freedom by murdering his master who had showed him mercy and kindness...no, no no no no! He shook his head, whimpering as he tried to force away those thought. No, that bastard had tortured him, forced him to do unspeakable things, had made his life misery...

He would stay there for a long time, falling into a fitful sleep.