#torvic

[ren-is-real]

torvic

this is actually an artfight attack for @k9schei 's designs of theta and koschei but also i thought some of the doctor who freaks on this hellsite would appreciate it

[lungbarrowoakdownobsessedbitch]

Companion: “The Master is terrible! They’re just always killing people! I’m glad you’re not like them Doctor.”

The Doctor: ((committed Murder By Rock when he has like 12)) “oh- ah yes, terrible. Mmhm, absolutely not like them- at all, nuh uh.

[farewell-wanderlust7]

I lied, put your clothes back on. Let me tell you about how nobody haunts the narrative quite like Koschei Oakdown. And no, not the Master, just Koschei, just that scared kid that was too afraid to fight bullies to protect his friend, that had his memories changed to believe he was a murderer at such a young age. Who did the Doctor swear to see space and time with? Who did the Doctor develop their heroism for? Who is the someone the Doctor would always save? Why do they travel, why do they battle, why do they always jump in to help when they know they’ll only suffer? Who instilled that need to protect in them, that incessant hero complex that defines them as a character?

The Doctor does everything as an echo of ancient instinct. Beloved of the damned. Saviour of the oppressed.

And just maybe, the Doctor feels guilt as well. A certain survivor’s guilt that prompts them to save, save, save, as many as possible. Especially if it’s their fault. And god, do they despair when they can’t save anyone.

After all, only one child survived at the River Lethe, and I don’t think the Doctor has any greater regret than what happened that day. The day they killed their best friend, and their timeline took a dark turn that they have tried to reverse ever since.

[duxmachinex]

Death in the River

[dandelionjack]

missy says “the doctor kills people too, i just enjoy it more. he’s the farmer, i’m the hunter, you know” and that makes me think she’s intimately aware of the sacrificial lamb paradigm. the lord is my shepherd. companions as beautiful little foals raised for the slaughter. with sorrow, of course, and remorse. the farmer loves every new creature in their flock with an emotional tenderness reserved for children and lovers. he’ll grieve when the butcher comes. he always does. but it’s inevitable. and you can always pretend your pet will live as long as you but fifty dog years are ten of your own. and when the time comes to put them down you’ll blame the vet. you’ll blame whoever has to bleed the calf. you’ll try not to blame yourself. after all, creatures in the wild alone lead such boring, listless lives. you’re showing them the wonders of the cosmos they’d never have seen with their normalcy-blinkered gaze. you’re doing them a favour. you’ll adopt another one. it will thank you as the light leaves its eyes.

but the hunter is evil, you say. the hunter kills willfully, the hunter stalks its prey, the hunter attacks with no mercy. instantly. painlessly, maybe. is that really so much worse?

after all, many moons ago, with a bloodied rock in his hands and the spectre of Death breathing down his neck, the hunter’s future had become the farmer’s first sacrifice. many moons ago, cain was the farmer and abel the hunter. and cain killed abel

[miseryguts13]

what is up Thoschei Nation here goes attempt number three of posting this

Song is Thia Kane by Emerson Wolf and The Wishboned

[jazzrazzberry]

hey (with the intention of holding hands while watching the body of our childhood bully burn)

[finndiseicla]