#President Romanadvoratrelundar

[lerios]

also wow Romana is COMICALLY corrupt lmao. like queen i love you but holy shit

"i dont have friends, just allies" yes bitch, because you keep elevating your only friends to political positions and destroying laws so that you can force your point on your pet causes 😭

2 episodes ago she was making dodgy backroom deals with known criminals because She Wanted To and anything is permissible to her if She Wants To. she knows Brax is committing 24/7 crime and its fine because her besties can do whatever they want. no shit she's a good candidate to become imperiatrix, she fundamentally sees no real issue with herself having ultimate power, that's practically what she's already doing lmao 🙃

like bestie WHAT is wrong with you. i went into this series expecting the main personal problem to be Narvin being a wet pathetic neurotic babyman but god Romana is a legitimate fucking car crash already (politically and otherwise)

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Romanadvoratrelundar:

Was the Doctor's companion, then became president of Gallifrey. Romana is simply THE girlboss, she has to try to get her political agenda through, she is president of a whole planet, she annoys all her political adversaries SO MUCH for her unorthodox views. She is extremely confident in herself and does what she deems right even when nobody else wants her to. Power comes naturally to her and she uses it unhesitatingly.

Rouge the Bat:

All the worlds jewels are hers to have! She’s so selfish I love her. She loves stealing the chaos and master emeralds just cause they’re pretty. She’s so fun to watch. She’s besties with an escaped immortal amnesiac government experiment and a giant robot made only to kill who now wants to kill his creator because he didn’t get respect. She has a girlfriend in sonic x. She’s not truly loyal to any side other than her own.

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Partners in Crime

Synopsis

Donna Noble is determined to find the Tenth Doctor again — even if it means braving the villainous Miss Foster. But when the alien threat escalates out of control, can Donna find her Time Lord before the March of the Adipose begins at last?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Lungbarrow

Synopsis

"Nonsense, child", retorted the Doctor. "Grandfather indeed! I've never seen you before in my life!"

All is not well on Gallifrey. Chris Cwej is having someone else's nightmares. Ace is talking to herself. So is K9. Leela has stumbled on a murderous family conspiracy. And the beleaguered Lady President, Romanadvoratrelundar, foresees one of the most tumultuous events in her planet's history.

At the root of all is an ancient and terrible place, the House of Lungbarrow in the southern mountains of Gallifrey. Something momentous is happening there. But the House has inexplicably gone missing.

673 years ago the Doctor left his family in that forgotten House. Abandoned, disgraced and resentful, they have waited. And now he's home at last.

In this, the Seventh Doctor's final New Adventure, he faces a threat that could uncover the greatest secret of them all.

Propaganda

Is it good? No. But damn if it doesn't cause some good fandom fights. #LoomRights (@eighthdoctor )

cornerstone of weird doctor who lore and jokes about looms (anonymous)

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Where do you stand on the long term political ramifications of the Dalek/Time Lord alliance created via the act of Master Restitution by Lord President Romanadvoratrelundar and letter reaffirmed and strengthened by Chris Cwej in approximately to 28th Year of the War in Heaven around the same time as the Time Lord/People Non Aggression pact was strengthened into an alliance both the People and the Daleks where given advanced Time Travel Technology, in what way would you say that this has effect the state of the Spiral Politic in the Year since?

[INTERNAL COMMUNICATIONS]

From: Human Liaison for Sol 3 To: Shaplinortyovatshuagu, Regional Liaison for Mutter's Spiral Subject: Clarification Required on Earth Blog Inquiry

Dear Shaplinortyovatshuagu, I have received this question on the Earth blog; please could you advise a response? Warm regards, Human Liaison for Sol 3

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From: Shaplinortyovatshuagu, Regional Liaison for Mutter's Spiral To: Human Liaison for Sol 3 Subject: Re: Clarification Required on Earth Blog Inquiry

Do what you must. Shaplinortyovatshuagu

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From: Human Liaison for Sol 3 To: Shaplinortyovatshuagu, Regional Liaison for Mutter's Spiral Subject: Re: Clarification Required on Earth Blog Inquiry

As flattered as I am to be invited to respond on Gallifreyan political discourse, my expertise is in biology, linguistics, and societal Gallifrey. I can only hope your infinitely greater judgment might spare a crumb of guidance for this humble human.

Yours, Human Liaison for Sol 3

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From: Shaplinortyovatshuagu, Regional Liaison for Mutter's Spiral To: Human Liaison for Sol 3 Subject: Re: Clarification Required on Earth Blog Inquiry

Very well. Proceed with this template: "GIL aligns with the views and principles of the High Council in all matters concerning [insert applicable event]." Regards, Shaplinortyovatshuagu

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From: Human Liaison for Sol 3 To: Shaplinortyovatshuagu, Regional Liaison for Mutter's Spiral Subject: Re: Clarification Required on Earth Blog Inquiry

Your support in this matter has been nothing short of revelatory. I will treasure the cut-and-paste wisdom you have bestowed upon me.

Bye.

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[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Doctor Who?

The idea first came to Romanadvoratrelundar the day after exams finished. The other students, happy to be free and excited to be nearing the end of their school days, were acting wild and silly below her window. She pulled the curtains tight and turned back to finishing her makeup. It wasn’t her fault she actually valued her studies, or that she was good at them. It wasn’t her fault that the tutors could see her potential. One day, the others would regret this, one day when she was President and no one dared speak against her…

Of course, one day seemed like a very long way off when she got scowls between classes and her attempts at friendliness got her called cold. She had only offered advice, and she knew that friends did that. She could go down right now and sit in the filtered sun among their picnics and games, but it would do no good. She was doomed to at least another century of excelling and being hated. She could fail instead if she wanted, but she suspected it wouldn’t help.

Which was when the thought came to her: maybe she should just leave.

[triple1st]

A COUPLE OF NOTES & EXPANDED CANON ON : ROMANA'S  BACKSTORY  + ASCENSION TO THE SEAT OF LORD PRESIDENT .

the gallifreyan chapterhouse to which romana belongs is somewhat unclear, while the gallifrey audio series (a primary source which informs several key events within romana’s life & how i characterize her) unanimously agrees that she is from the house of heartshaven, it maintains a relation with house (of) dvora, romana openly referring to herself as : “ the inheritor of the house of dvora & the custodian of the house of everston . ” certain gallifreyans in the expanded universe also retain their chapterhouse in their full name, such as quences .  leela was also given a gallifreyan name containing her husband andred's chapterhouse, who belonged to the house of redlooms in the novels, later retconned to the house of deeptree in the audio series .  as such & in keeping with the history of house dvora throughout faction paradox, i've combined romana’s houses of origin into a single backstory .

romanadvoratrelundar was loomed as one of 20 cousins of house dvora, the house of devouring hounds, one of the oldest newblood houses of the prydonian chapter (newblood, essentially, refers to gallifreyans loomed utilizing an updated version of the universal biodata imprint which all looms on gallifrey draw from in order to weave new gallifreyans .  they possess a secondary heart & better control of their regeneration, something romana displays expertly in destiny of the daleks . every couple of centuries, this universal biodata imprint is updated with new genetic information drawn from the matrix as a way to replicate the natural evolutionary process undergone by every other living species, as all gallifreyans are sterile & thus any natural process is forcibly recreated mechanically using rassilon’s gift of technology) .  house dvora was among the most prideful & powerful chapterhouses in the prydonian academy .  it had, for generations now, ruthlessly & efficiently trained its 'children' for the roles of high office within the capitol .  it was infamous for the steel & ice present within the hearts of its members, a result of their upbringing .  impenetrable  ironic & sharp around the edges, all of house dvora’s cousins strove to achieve great things, obtain the unimaginable power granted by gallifrey’s highest office all to make house dvora & their kithriarch proud .

romana was no different, not at first, she was loomed in the generation following morbius, the last successor of house dvora who went on to become lord president of the high council of time lords, only a few years into his presidency .  she shined brightly among her cousins, commanding, beautiful, smart, endless potential following in her path .  romana was considered by the house kithriarch (the head of the household, its caretaker, responsible for the social well-being of each family member) to be dvora’s finest, the only cousin of twenty who would bring great pride to the house & become everything it wanted of her .  however, romana never felt the pride house dvora took in her .  much like her cousins, she was kept under strict expectations, monitored by her mechanical caretakers, pushed to her limits by the voices trapped within the walls of the house, whispering of the great legacy of her ancestors & their disappointment should she ever disobey .  house dvora’s treatment would only worsen when romana showed a streak of compassion for her fellow cousins, helping them out on one of many brain-buffing (teaching, essentially) exercises .  such things are unbecoming of members of house dvora .  like all gallifreyans, they are taught the values of selfishness, to seek only their own interests first & to curb those interests in relation to the house itself .  romana’s behavior was considered a malfunction of the house loom, an error of birth & something the house kithriarch would take personal responsibility to fix .

fortunately, he never got the chace, as this coincided with the imperator crisis, lord president morbius showing his true nature, putting gallifrey on a warpath with the rest of the universe & overthrowing its anti-interventionist policy .  upon his defeat by the alliance formed by the high council & his subsequent trial & execution by the sisterhood of karn, house dvora would devour itself in shame .  shame to have produced such a warmongering tyrant, shame to have brought disaster & ruin to gallifrey, shame to have had its name tarnished by one of its star pupils . romana, along with any surviving cousins who were not present within the walls of their house as it collapsed in on itself, were taken by the prydonian chapter castellan & dispersed among other surviving chapterhouses .  she became a foundling of the house of heartshaven, one of 35 cousins, & her memories of house dvora were lost when her brain-buffing was readjusted for her new home .  heartshaven was a lesser known house whose members became archivists, officials of more mundane offices, keepers of the matrix & even chancellery guards .  she spent a total of fifty years within the walls of heartshaven, only twenty or so within dvora, still the brightest star among her cousins, with her only surviving memories of house dvora being of the cold breeze that passed through its halls, bitting into her skin, knowing it was the house itself trying to make her feel small .  the harsh voice of its kithriarch, the thunder & fury that followed it, the house slamming doors in its wake .  heartshaven, by comparison, was infinitely warmer .  a candle-lit fire, minuscule & never quite enough on its own, but much greater by contrast .  it was through heartshaven that romana later found work as an archivist in the bureau of ancient records, a library within the capitol which kept volumes of gallifreyan history dating back to the dark times .

the legacy of house dvora would follow romana into the prydonian academy & into the early days of her presidency . the reputation of dvora’s cousins as cold & untouchable landing her the nickname of 'the ice maiden' (probably less gendered in the original gallifreyan language, given that in the expanded universe gallifreyans are generally portrayed to be either genderless or ambiguous) .  she would try disprove these notions, rebel against them, befriend her classmates, sartia among them whom romana considered her best friend only to realize sartia's hatred for her upon being reunited during her travels with the doctor . she found that the time lord academy itself encouraged her to curb her compassion, fend only for herself as to survive as the sole victor among its pupils .  it would only be upon her travels with the doctor that romana’s compassion & care would be allowed to bloom, gifted another perspective beyond that of rigid gallifreyan socialization .  it was a perspective she would later want to impart upon her fellow time lords, wanting them to see the universe as she does, not just coldly observe but to covet & care for all that which gallifrey deems beneath itself & why when she returned to her home planet, romana found herself a seat on the high council & ascended to the office of lord president . though she would never admit it, having travelled with the doctor certainly helped her political prospects, given he left the presidency vacant on multiple occasions despite the time lords insisting upon it . through assassination plots, bids for immortality & one brief stint in office the doctor was unwilling to fulfill his duties, he proved he could never be trusted . who better then than a time lord that had been his travelling companion ?

her enemies in the high council, however, insisted upon romana's inheritance as an argument against her inauguration . that the malfunction in the breeding engines that led to morbius' ascendancy meant all of house dvora's children were tainted & to allow any one of its survivors his power would be tantamount to suicide . though other more conservative elements within the capitol considered the prospect of romana's presidency a return to form, despite the risk that morbius' legacy lives on within her . he understood the power gallifrey held over the universe . at every step of the electoral process romana stressed that she was more of heartshaven than dvora, that everything house dvora represented died when the house sunk into the ground in shame & anguish & that she was defined by her adoptive house more than anything . it's what she wanted to believe, of course, that she was no tyrant & nothing of morbius survived through her or any other of dvora's lost children, but it was never the imperator romana should have feared . morbius lived on through history, through his cult & its adherents, pandora was erased from time itself & she would come to define the first term of romana's presidency, plunging gallifrey into a second civil war .

[janeturenne]

this post is secretly four and a half years old

y’all, it’s been a hot minute and I don’t even know if people crosspost fic on tumblr anymore but here we are?

I wrote nigh on 10,000 words well over four years ago for what was supposed to be a published Gallifrey charity anthology, which sadly seems to have been pandemic’d. Having eventually accepted that this fic was never gonna find its way into print, I’ve been meaning to post it, and was finally nudged into it for the following reason: Gallifrey One is around the corner in California, and this year I will, for the very first time, actually be there.  So! If any fellow Gally audio fans are gonna be in those parts, please do come say hi! I will, among other things, be Iris Wildthyme on Saturday and be, uh, trying not to lose my wits too thoroughly at Gary Russell’s kaffeeklatsch. And until then, please enjoy the following rather meta fic about a character who I love weirdly and deeply and down to the bottom of my boots:

A Passable Artificiality - Gallifrey fandom, gen, suitable for all audiences

A series of rescues in time and space look suspiciously like President Romanadvoratrelundar's messes being cleaned up. But what about Romana's biggest loose end of all? https://archiveofourown.org/works/44790893

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

“desperate need to write more narvinromana you say??” 👀👀👀👀👀

so I don’t know if you want to stick to them in the later audios, *but* since the majority of your narvinromana fics *have* been post-Enemy Lines, I would be super interested to see how you write them in say, the time when Leela has left them on the alternate Gallifrey — maybe when she’s just left them, and they’re stuck together with just each other on this hostile world and are maybe stepping into their doubles offices and rooms for the first time? or them during the civil war — maybe between series 2 and 3, on the run from Pandora and Romana trying to figure out her plan of attack and Narvin having Opinions and the very fragile alliance they have — or maybe a moment post-Fractures when Romana is isolating herself and Narvin is trying to secure the Academy and maybe he tries to talk to her?

but also I love their specific dynamic in Time War so much and I always love more Time War narvinromana stories. I know you’ve already written a few TW3 snippets, but I am so interested in any fics about them in exile, when suddenly they aren’t President and Coordinator (or Chancellor) or Coordinator and Deputy Coordinator anymore. maybe a scene/moment between Nevernor and Unity (aka post-Nevernor from what you’ve heard) that’s exploring them just living together in this constantly-on-the-verge-of-malfunctioning TARDIS as they’re following Leela’s biodata trail and the impact of that situation on them and their relationship?

but really I will be interested in anything you write with them!! <33

HOW HAVE I NEVER WRITTEN S5 NARVINROMANA BEFORE

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There's an assassination attempt at least every other Tuesday, for Rassilon's sake — all of him, every regeneration, and the Rod and robes and blasted sandals as well — and Narvin cannot stop shaking. When Leela left, he thinks she took all their collective strength with her. Maybe she was their strength.

Either way, his hands shake near-constantly these days and a part of him longs for the Axis, lonely and desolate as it may have been. At least it was safe. At least they were together. With first Braxiatel, who admittedly, Narvin did not mourn as much as he could have, and now Leela gone as well, albeit in a much different way, thank goodness, there is half of them missing. It's like losing a limb, or a heart stalling.

Romana frowns, lines between her brows deeper than Narvin can read, whenever she sees him. She's cut her hair. Lady President Romanadvoratrelundar has only had hair this short, not even to her chin, once before, and it was a great many years ago on their own version of their planet; after Etra Prime, if Narvin, who was quietly puttering along in his own shadowy work at the time, remembers correctly. This is something they do not talk about.

They don't talk about Leela, either. They talk security, and reinforcements, and politics and plans. They do not talk about Romana's hair, which Narvin keeps finding himself staring at, or the deepening worry lines between her eyes, or Narvin's shaking hands. Sometimes, Romana's hands shake as well, like she's trying hard not to fall apart, and this, too, is something they don't discuss.

If Narvin is beginning to shred apart at the seams, then Romana is about to shatter. And if Romana shatters, then Narvin will be cut open, and neither of them will ever be whole again. (Neither of them is whole to begin with. They haven't been in a long time.)

So, just once, absolutely uncharacteristic much as he hates to admit it, Narvin takes a risk. There was another attempt on her life today and as common as it is, Romana is shaking despite her own composure. The two of them are composed of contradictions. She's perched on the edge of her desk, Narvin sitting in the chair itself, which somehow seems both backwards and completely correct. Her hands are shaking and she's pretending they aren't, except that she keeps combing through her short hair, can't keep still.

Narvin catches her hand as it drops from the back of her head and for the first time this entire evening, since the sudden rush of panic and immediacy that followed her nearly being killed, again, they both are still. Romana stares at him, for just a moment, eyes wide but the worry lines disappearing, and then squeezes his hand back. Wraps his hand in both of hers until he brings the other one up to join it and closes his eyes, feeling her double-pulse in her wrists and the cold solidity of her touch. They may not be whole, but they are both here. Romana is alive; this is what matters most of all.

He wishes he trusted the guards who watch over her. He wishes he could watch over her himself, so for now, he does just that. Holds her hands for as long as she will allow and maintains the pretense of conversation when she finally pulls away so that he has an excuse to walk her to her quarters. Were he more of a courageous man he might take one of her hands again, carefully kiss her knuckles. But, no, Narvin is a coward, and they are barely friends. But they're all each other has. Sometimes, their hands shake.

[venndaai]

Poor Little Meow Meow Poll Round 1: Space Girlboss Edition

CHRISJEN AVASARALA (Secretary-General of the United Nations, Queen of Earth, snake in a sari, The Old Lady)

Qualifications:

sad because torturing prisoners cuts into her grandma time

dead son

elaborately arranges a fancy occasion to open up her marriage with a hot space marine from the enemy nation; gets dumped instead

excellent kicked cat expression

everyone hates her because of her rancid politics and terrible personality

constantly nearly dying

hates space

QUOTE: “Meow meow cry meow meow. That's all I heard you say."

ROMANADVORATRELUNDAR (Lord High President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and All Her Dominions, Holder of the Wisdom of Rassilon, Preserver of the Matrix, Guardian of the Legacy of Omega, dog owner)

Qualifications:

once Doctor Who's coolest companion, she decided to run for the presidency of the most obnoxious planet in the universe, not at all influenced by the hot evil immortal tyrant hiding in her brain trying to steal her body

things went downhill from there

killed her crush's husband, tooootally not on purpose

all political problems can be solved by causing much larger worse problems

her progressive politics, bullheaded stubbornness and the way she keeps destroying everything entrance her followers body and soul

QUOTE: “But I said, I told you, I had to do this alone!”

(Feel free to vote even if you don’t know the canons! Which one has bigger wet cat vibes?)

[wastelandimperiatrix]

I’ve been wanting to make this post for years now. It’s never easy admitting the past, nor your own part in it. But I suppose it’s finally time to be honest, and to tell my own side of this deeply, deeply fucked up story.

Not gonna lie, I’ve been terrified of writing this out, not only for my own safety – but also for the safety and peace of the people I love and care deeply about. I didn’t want any harm to come to anyone, and I sought to protect myself in the process.

I was part of the Gallifreyan Tradition Society, the notorious Doctor Who cult. There was also a time where I was the face of the cult – President Romana, who burned out after 3 months and ran.

I didn’t join the Gallifreyan Tradition officially, until late 2016. I was living with my parents at the time, and was with my (long distance, at the time) partner. But I had known it’s leader, Cass since at least 2014/15. We talked a lot back then about fictionkin, otherkin, and other things. They had initially invited me to join, but I had declined at first, wanting to keep a distance (I am for the most part a very private person).

There’s a lot of tangled memories, and a lot of memory loss regarding the situation. I was introduced to (REDACTED), a younger member who had claimed to have been my son in a past life, the son of Romanadvoratrelundar, and the Doctor. We became very close, but I couldn’t always be there for him, and Cass frequently used that bond to guilt me. I kept my distance for my own safety, and out of the blue one day, he messaged me saying that Cass, her partner Tau? and a few others??? were pissed off at me, which was confusing as I didn't really know what was going on.

During that time in my life, I was going through my first round of intense EMDR trauma therapy, and this would lead to learning that I am plural. This was an incredibly difficult time in my life, where I had ended up dropping out of high school due to the pressure, as well as dealing with law enforcement. I’d rather keep the details private – suffice to say, it was hell on earth for us.

2016, after moving to a new town, having my life uprooted and displaced, I joined the Gallifreyan Tradition. I was welcomed with open arms. In those days, it was small – almost too small. It felt like a friend group at first, with everyone having one thing in common – we were fictionkin, or otherwise.

(Side note, I no longer identify as fictionkin, or in the otherkin community, what I DO identify as, is not anyone public's business, and as such, I would rather people refrain from assigning any labels to me)

After a few weeks, I was invited to sit in on the Council – a group of tight knit people, who oversaw the whole chat group. I accepted, because at the time I had no one, and they were usually awake during the hours I was awake (I had been working night-shift at the time).

This time period is a bit of a blur, but around May 2017, I was kicked out of my parents home, and was effectively jobless, as well as homeless. I fled town, and went to stay with my partner, a couple hours away.

During this time period, I had become more embroiled into the cult, and my responsibilities were growing. I was assumed to take part in more official meetings, and during this time period, Cass had given the presidency over to HIY. They weren’t happy about it though, and my partner and I were frequently involved in their vent sessions, and I had supported them as much as I could at the time.

Cass had been telling me about wanting to cast out HIY from GT, saying that they were a terrible influence, and that they weren't doing anything right, they were a horrible person, etc. Which, seemed deeply confusing, as I didn’t understand why they nominated them to be President in the first place if they had such strong negative feelings about them.

My mental health was in a severe decline during this time, and I had been having episodes of psychosis, dissociation, and dissociative amnesia. I had become even more in over my head. Around October, I had attempted suicide, and had to be revived in hospital, and came home a few days later Cass had messaged my partner with a lot of 'concern' during the situation.

When I had come home, I was bed bound for weeks. During the time I was bed bound, I was incredibly weak and in and out of consciousness rapidly. My partner was caring for me at the time, and I don't remember much. This is when Cass...coerced? me into challenging HIY for the Presidency. Which I did, and won. HIY left, and I was at the helm barely recovered from a severe overdose. I wouldn’t fully recover until around February of 2018.

Cass assured me that I could do nothing wrong, that I was meant to be President, and that I would bring a new "golden age" into GT. I will say that I was happy and proud to be President, it made me feel like I could do something good for the world, and myself. I had tried to hone in on more fandom oriented group related things, like a compilation zine, more community events like watch alongs, and card games. I was online all the time, making sure everyone was alright, running the server, making sure everyone met for council, etc. I had some past experience with server modding, so it wasn't too bad in the beginning, but the real hand behind everything was still Cass. Always Cass. I now suspect they chose me to take over the Presidency because I was easier to manipulate than HIY.

Then trouble came, in early January Cassandra messaged the Council, alerting them to the fact that HIY was 'stealing' their art. This came just after I had proposed a treaty between the two groups, in hopes of uniting them (and at least quashing the beef between us) I never understood it in the first place. There was to be a chat with all of us, but Cass had riled me up into an angry frenzy thinking that we had been done the severest dirty, that was as bad as treason. The chat came, and I couldn't even think straight and ended up leaving in a rage. I collapsed after this from stress. It felt like a farce.

My duties were lessened, due to my weak constitution, and I have barely any memory of anything that went on at this time. It was January. After a few weeks, my partner and I left their parent’s house, as it wasn’t safe for us, with my mental and physical health deteriorating severely, I couldn’t work anymore. We went to stay with my aunt, on the condition that we would be out of her house in 3 months while we prepared to get a place of our own, jobs, basically starting our life.

This made it impossible for me to handle the responsibility of being President, and Cass had begun to get frustrated with me, as I was a lot busier with my time, and couldn't devote my all to GT anymore.

So I resigned, it was an easy choice for me. I was burnt out, homeless, unsteady, and recovering from a lot of abuse (and regaining repressed memories) I named (CENSORED) my successor, and left with my partner in tow. I was also upset with Cass at the time, because they had called me a "New Age Self-Help Guru" for telling them that their art won't improve unless they practice consistently, and that a positive mindset is important for recovery. They never apologized to me for this, they pretty much ghosted me, refused to acknowledge the work I had done for GT, despite all the shit and pain I had gone through for years at that point.

And that’s my part in this. It feels good to finally get it off my chest, and I hope through this I can finally move on – I’ve been afraid for years, due to the amount of harassment I witnessed – I feared that I would be on the receiving end of it myself. At this point, I’m trying to move on – to heal, to learn, and to grow. I hope that with this, I can finally let go of this fucking awful period of my life.

If I had hurt you during my time in the Gallifreyan Tradition, I am sorry. If you knew me back then, you would know that I tried so fucking hard. I wanted to be there for everyone, but I couldn’t even be there for myself, I hope you can forgive my actions, my absence, and my cowardice. I am learning to forgive them in myself.

If you have any questions, I can try to answer them, but I can’t promise anything coherent, as I said I do have a lot of memory gaps from this time. I will not answer any questions as to my identity, nor anything related to fictionkin, otherkin, or plurality. My experiences are purely my own and I wish to keep it that way.

[gallifreyquotes]

ROMANA: I am Lady Romanadvoratrelundar, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and all her dominions, holder of the wisdom of Rassilon, preserver of the Matrix, guardian of the legacy of Omega. But you can call me Romana.

[doctordefinitearticle]

Hello, this is Lady President Romanadvoratrelundar, please stop giving humans knowledge they're not supposed to learn till centuries later. I do not want to be a typical time lord but please, just listen to me for once, Doctor.

No thanks! Not today!

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Romanadvoratrelundar:

Was the Doctor's companion, then became president of Gallifrey. Romana is simply THE girlboss, she has to try to get her political agenda through, she is president of a whole planet, she annoys all her political adversaries SO MUCH for her unorthodox views. She is extremely confident in herself and does what she deems right even when nobody else wants her to. Power comes naturally to her and she uses it unhesitatingly.

Electra:

the sassiest drama queen ever 💯💯 who lowkey assists in several attempted murders and has a meltdown when it doesnt go their way. also is canonically bisexual and genderfluid

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 3 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Lungbarrow

Synopsis

"Nonsense, child", retorted the Doctor. "Grandfather indeed! I've never seen you before in my life!"

All is not well on Gallifrey. Chris Cwej is having someone else's nightmares. Ace is talking to herself. So is K9. Leela has stumbled on a murderous family conspiracy. And the beleaguered Lady President, Romanadvoratrelundar, foresees one of the most tumultuous events in her planet's history.

At the root of all is an ancient and terrible place, the House of Lungbarrow in the southern mountains of Gallifrey. Something momentous is happening there. But the House has inexplicably gone missing.

673 years ago the Doctor left his family in that forgotten House. Abandoned, disgraced and resentful, they have waited. And now he's home at last.

In this, the Seventh Doctor's final New Adventure, he faces a threat that could uncover the greatest secret of them all.

Propaganda

Is it good? No. But damn if it doesn't cause some good fandom fights. #LoomRights (@eighthdoctor )

cornerstone of weird doctor who lore and jokes about looms (anonymous)

The Cars that Ate London!

Synopsis

The advent of electric carriages on London's streets causes a stir – until they start careening out of control. Elsewhere, factory workers lose their senses, while a brand-new power plant suffers mysterious outages.

Genius industrialist Fabian Solak has a vision of the future – free from pollution, running on clean electricity. But Madame Vastra knows such ideas are ahead of their time...

Propaganda

We open with one Jenny Flint buying racing pigeons because Vastra keeps eating the- because the pigeons keep getting out. She also buys a swan for Vastra (which, if you know Brit lore, the Queen owns most of the swans for some reason XD, and this is therefore a big ""Fuck you"" from Vastra to the Queen), when suddenly an electric car without a driver attacks the market. At home in Paternoster Row Vastra checks if Jenny is okay and promptly suggests a 'lie down' together... 😂 The guy making the electric cars owns a factory that quite literally works its workers to death in assembly lines, or absorbs the people's brains. The Gang infiltrates said factory (Strax starts a small war after doing a gloriously funny Cockney impression), trip an alarm, and have to flee. Strax runs through a wall. They try to escape in their carriage, two electric cars chasing them. When the carriage crashes, Strax is prepared to take the cars on in hand to hand combat; he sees it as a tactical advantage for himself that the cars don't have arms. Or so he thinks: the electric cars are actually electric TRANSFORMERS. While Strax rallies the workers to seize the means of production (communist king) and Jenny is prepped to be absorbed (she kicks the lady trying to tie her up and frees herself), Vastra has a talk with Mr Solak that ends in her being electrocuted and temporarily disabled for being IBSANELY mouthy. Solak's transformers are automated enough that he doesn't require any more workers, and he plans to absorb the brains of everyone in London with his factory he's made mobile. Well, they manage to escape and get caught AGAIN (they're that skilled istg) they try to absorb Strax as well, and while Vastra talks to Solak and distracts him, Strax takes advantage of the high voltage they connected him to and uses the energy to recharge himself properly. A hilarious audio to kick off the fiest boxset, though not without its serious moments. The concept is insane tho and I love tha. (@jennyandvastraflint )

[lurking-latinist]

77) Under the Tycoon’s Protection – Anna DePalo It seemed that her family had employed had employed security tycoon the Eighth Doctor to safeguard successful prosecutor Romanadvoratrelundar from recent death threats. His barely restrained ardour should have been warning never to let him move into her home. After all, he’d featured prominently in her fantasies. And now neither of them could afford to be distracted…

a) apparently "security tycoons" are a thing that exists in romance-land?

b) clearly this was Narvin on a particularly bad day going "people keep trying to kill the President, I know, I'll make it that renegade's problem and see how he likes it! oh no now he keeps BEING HERE"

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

She is Romanadvoratrelundar, elected President of Gallifrey, well-traveled renegade, star academy student, and not someone who needs to cling like a child—like a human—to the Doctor’s overly long scarf. She is also Fred, and she hurts, and her mind remains foggy, and in this moment nothing feels real except these (almost obscenely delicious) potatoes and the Doctor’s manic energy.

She is...not ok