#nevernore

[gotyouanyway]

nevernor

[pitofneverendingsarcasm]

I'm relistenling to Gallifrey: Time War 3 and finding it hilarious how hard Romana went to town on telling Narvin he's a boring homebody not interesting enough to have been on a super cool time travelling gap year like her an Leela. "Leela and I must be like beacons" lol sure thing, girl, you keep going on about your backpacking days after uni.

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[vivvision]

No force on this earth could ever stop me being a “Romana and Narvin only one bed trope in Nevernor” truther

[masqueradenoir]

Another vigilants OC but presented in the style of the audiobook series itself...

Not everyone with powers is interested in the vigilants sport even if they are tied into a family that is one such young man who is uninterested despite having received powers from a bionate in the island country of unitalia is Poe Amontillado born to a former vigilants competitor Edgar Amontillado who was disappointed when unlike him Poe did not develop powers on his 10th birthday specifically the families alcohol bomb ability to summon a ball of energy with their powers that would leave those hit by it inebriated and disoriented he moved his family to the island of unitalia to get po a bond band hoping that would make him a possible competitor which Poe proceeded to break and claimed to have done so by accident largely due to his disinterest in the sport and preferring to just read his books the one day not long after this incident while having his window open and reading a Gothic novel by his favorite offer a bird bionite by the name of nevernore landed by his side effectively watching him read when he took notice of the bird and touched it he had formed a natural bond with the ability to create a purple fog that only he could see through when fused with nevernore now he keeps his bionate partner a secret largely using his powers to create a fog around himself while he sits in a tree and enjoys a good book with the occasional companionship of a girl from his class with natural abilities that allowed her to make small Crystal sculptures who is also an interested in the sport

[raspberry-gloaming]

The first episode of Time War 3 has been and went, and with it... not much comments from me. I mean it was enjoyable enough to listen to, and I liked all the time manipulation stuff that was cool, but it didn't really stand out to me much at all. It was good enough, and I liked it, but I didn't like like it y'know.

One thing I would have liked was to hear Narvin and Romana fixing the dematerialisation circuit together at the end, I think that would have been a nice moment. I wonder if there's any fanfic for that...

And with that, I'm on to Nevernor, an episode I know literally nothing about aside from the fact that there are multiple beds. Soon I'll be halfway through TW3, and with it I'm getting closer and closer to the apparent trainwreck that awaits me in TW4. I haven't pressed "read more" on any posts as I'm trying to avoid further spoilers than I already have, but none of the posts reviewing TW4 have seemed very positive at all. So fingers crossed it doesn't all quite go to pot.

[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.

[gawayne]

nevernor trying to make me believe narvin and romana got separate beds. that they didn’t squish awkwardly onto the same twin mattress cause both refused to sleep on the floor. alright

[blacknedsoul-blog]

What makes this issue interesting is that there are two alternatives and both are going to be a fucking blow to her relationship with Annabel:

1) Lenore intends to go without her, leaving her behind. This would be, as you say, the biggest betrayal ever committed by a person on Nevernore.

2) She intends to go looking for her to escape with her friends. This is a problem anyway because it would imply revealing the truth to the Misfists and I don't think Annabel would take it well at all after Lenore witnessed how she preferred Duke to throw her into the void rather than allow her to reveal the truth. Hell, even if Lenore found some way to do it without revealing, this wasn't part of the plan and she never informed her.

Personally, this is something that has me pretty into it because I think this is the arc where Lenore's flaws blow up in her face: yes, she's a person whose heart bleeds for others impressively, but she's also incredibly stubborn, impulsive, and -paradoxically- really selfish. Here you have what she wants and she won't listen to anything different.

This will definitely damage her relationship with the Misfists and, as much as Annabel is a huge simp, she has to have limits. And I think it's hard for me to gauge how devastated Lenore will be when she realizes an incredibly sad reality: when Annabel had to make an impossible leap of faith for her, she did it. Without hesitation. Twice. Lenore hasn't been able to do it even once.

The most immoral thing that anyone has done in Nevermore at any point is Lenore betraying Annabel Lee like that.

[gotyouanyway]

romana and narvin are exiled leela is missing and me i feel also not so good

[geezerwench]

[galliversary]

Welcoming Echo, one of our page artists, collab artists, & merch artists!

Where can we find you?

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Who is your favorite Gallifrey character?

Narvin forever and ever <3

What is your favorite season of Gallifrey?

Overall it's gotta be season 4, I love the adventure of the week format and it had a lot of great interaction between the main four

What is your favorite episode of Gallifrey?

I think it might be Soldier Obscura, it's such a tasty new look at Brax. But very close runners up would be Fractures, Enemy Lines and Nevernor

What are some of your favorite scenes/moments in Gallifrey?

The Wynter reveal, Rassilon's introduction, and of course Brax's daydream in the opening of season 4

[caelmewedd]

The little elf swallowed a well-chewed piece of cheesecake, then froze motionless, carefully watching the stranger who he kindly deigned to introduce himself properly, he still looked as if he wanted to attack Nevermore, thinking that she had hurt her. Yes, she saw his hand slowly resting on the knife hanging from his belt. Aevon knew that such a reaction from a representative of the human species was obvious, but she instinctively tensed and raised her guard slightly. This was not due to any real sense of danger, because she could hide herself and the dragon behind a powerful illusion that could fool human eyes, or jump onto the Nevermore's back and fly away.

However, the man named Boromir didn't look like he wanted to attack them necessarily. She was happy about this, because it was rare to meet a person who reacted so calmly to the sight of her pet dragon. Typically, members of the human species were afraid and panicked at the mere mention of dragons and other such creatures, and their fear was easily transformed into hatred. Yes, it was sad that people were unable to understand and appreciate magical creatures so much. Aevon had a suspicion that it might be because the humans didn't belong to the world of magic.

"I'm Aevon, and this is Nevermore. She's mine." The little elf replied, slowly lowering her guard. Nevermore squawked lightly before gently flapping her shiny, webbed wings. The dragon looked at Boromir with curiosity and tilted her head slightly towards him and began to inhale his scent. When she smelled it to her heart's content, she purred pleasantly and narrowed her large, azure eyes slightly, mainly because Aevon started scratching her behind the ear. "I guess you're surprised? Well, it's not every day you get to see an elf and a dragon feasting together in the forest…" She added, seeing Boromir slowly approach them. The little elf encouraged him with a smile and signaled Nevermore to back off and that the human posed no threat to them.

"Don't worry, I'll go back to my family alone. Nevernore will take me to them when I get tired of adventuring." Aevon replied, knowing she had to be back before dark, but it wasn't even noon yet and she still had a few hours to have some fun. She didn't have to rush.

"Come and have some cheesecake. It's delicious!" Aevon said and leaned comfortably against the trunk of a spreading tree covered with a thick layer of moss. "What are you doing here? Are you a knight errant?" She asked, wondering where Boromir had come from and whether she might have to deal with the man's knight party. She was never fond of knights who only thought about slaying dragons and rescuing boring ladies from high towers.

@caelmewedd asked: A little elven girl was happily playing in the forest with her beloved dragon, Nevermore, who was no ordinary beast. She was wicked friendly and acted more like a puppy than a dragon, considered by many to be a symbol of chaos and destruction. After a long game, the girl sat down under a tree next to a basket full of her favorite food standing on the grass and started enjoy a fresh cheesecake, and the small dragon helped herself to dragon fruits, which she loved so much. When they both heard someone coming, the elf and dragon raised their heads and looked at the unknown man. The little girl waved gently at him, looking at the stranger with her cheeks stuffed from chewing cheesecake.

Grief had driven Boromir to the grave of his mother. Roses and lilacs and marigolds bloomed around her lifelike statue, the small burial sight dedicated to her and her alone. Denethor had demanded it. Called for the greatest of sculptors to capture her face - stone so pristine it copied pearls - fashioned the forest just outside of Minas Tirith for the sake of his lost bride. Finduilas would not be bothered among the trees. Returned to a time of peace when threat was not so close to her; family the most important thing in her life. Just as it was when he was still a boy, from his mother did Boromir find comfort. Love, the gentle touch of her hand to his hair, brushing through the strands, hope. Fingertips roaming against her carved visage, smooth when graced over her cheeks, her lips, the slight curve of a smile, faith was restored in Boromir. Troubles gone, the fear and anxiety, Mordor a secondary thought, with a kiss to Finduilas' statue did he finally depart, her cheek cold, a lackluster comparison.

Back from where he first came, into the woods did Boromir travel. Past the small stream that separated a steep hill, over the rocks and pebbles that remained of a once prestigious tower of Gondor, a history so far passed and almost forgotten. Slithering between elder oaks, when the flora opened into a wider span of space, Boromir was left speechless at what he discovered. A small child and a dragon - one born of Elven kind and the other of beast. Wonderful companions, so they seemed as they sat together, enjoyed treats and foraged fruits not native to the kingdom, perfectly content. Knife nearly taken from its sheath on his belt, Boromir worried for the safety of the child and her being so near an unknown dragon, something made his fingers still in their retrieval. A whisper in the wind that sounded like a voice once heard years before; affectionate and sweet and able to soothe the woes away.

Stepping to her as he waved, too, Boromir sank to her level on the grass, gray irises inspecting and studying. Legend had become very real. And reality was bound to become legend.

"Hello there." Boromir began. "My, are you lost, sweetheart? Where is your family? Your mother? Your father? Are you... all alone out in this wilderness? That dragon, has she hurt you? Or should I think more likely she's your friend? You do seem to be good friends. Very good friends. That is a beautiful thing."

Boromir continued, sitting, then, crossed legged, relaxed but unable to leave the little one yet. "Would that be alright if I joined you for a bit? I am quite tired from my walk in these woods, and would very much appreciate your company. My name is Boromir. What might your name be, little one?"

[chaos-event-horizon]

What kind of character is Crowlyn?

Crow actually fits a lot of great tropes, so I'll just list a few qualities and let you guys slowly realize the monstrosity I created.

This is a given, but he's very gay. Campy, even. His wardrobe is shamelessly inspired by Men in Tights and David Bowie's Goblin King. On the surface he's incredibly flamboyant and hilariously theatrical, playing up drama like a true showman. This is only one of the masks he wears, but it's one that fits him well and close to how his personality was when he was younger.

He's a bit of a happy sociopath, in the nicest way possible. He very consistently resorts to extremes in order to maintain his position or defend his loved ones, and very rarely takes the feelings or needs of others into consideration. He contemplates "dealing with" people who stand in the way of him or his brother, only stopping short due to his own love for his brother and the awareness that Keir would despise him if Crow hurt someone he loved.

A real puppeteer, who doesn't even necessarily try to hide that he's playing Chess against the real antagonist while using his allies as pawns. One of his little character moments involves him thinking... Well..

He's an accomplished warrior, scholar, mage, and diplomat. Crowlyn gets almost offended if he isn't good at something. In-universe, he's powerful enough to have held his own against dragon-like creatures, and bends the laws of nature to his will as easily as breathing. He's one of the most gifted mortal creatures in his world... And even some 'gods' think twice before fighting him. Thankfully he gets humbled occasionally.

He's also inhumanly attractive.

[whifferdills]

Sadly, you have no umbilical.

[irving-braxiatel]

oh academy era Romana would have been so annoyed at failing the nevernor test