Ok so for the doctor who fanfic I am finally done with the designs for her looks, Tardis, and most importantly her time lord backstory.
I want her to be like an engineer who adapts to anything, unlike the doctor She doesn't just fix time she enforces it. she stands her ground. While others flee from the horrors of the universe, she becomes the nightmare that monsters fear. and shows why time lords are feared as gods.
Her TARDIS, named Omega, is not just an upgraded version of the standard Type tardis it is an entirely new custom breed of Time Lord technology she made for herself because she didn't like any of the tardis other time lords made mostly because they did not fit her personality, she felt the same as the doctor that the 'newer' type tardis like type 53 are soulless and needs more sass
reforged into something so advanced that it makes the Doctor's TARDIS look like a child's toy in comparison. While the Doctor's TARDIS was built for travel and observation, Omega is a fortress, a warship, a sanctuary, and a living weapon of time.
this is a short part 1 cause i'm writing when i got collage in a hour
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In Kuoh Town
Earlier that day, Celestia had sought out Susanoo, the storm god of Japan, known for his love of combat and revelry. Over cups of sake in a quiet shrine, she leaned forward with a playful glint in her eye.
"Tell me, Susanoo, do you know of any exciting races happening soon? I feel the need for some high-speed thrills."
The Japanese deity chuckled, setting down his drink. "You? Racing? Now that's something I never thought I'd hear. But you're in luck. There's one happening tonight in Kuoh Town—big names, fast machines, and plenty of chaos. Sounds like your kind of fun."
Celestia grinned. "Perfect. This could be a good time for some divine family bonding.
Susanno waves his hand "Yeah I call my mafia to get you in."
Celestia raised a brow "You made and supported your own mafia."
"Ha yup for we immortal beings bored is a fate worse than death. depended on your realm," Susanno said
Celestia nodded her head pondering how crazy she be if she couldn't create anything." yea I get it that sounds so Bland of a life."
Timeskip to the race cause I'm lazy and got school soon
In the streets of Kuoh Town. The night pulsed with the roar of engines, an electrifying fusion of raw power and divine energy. At the heart of it all was Celestia, clad in a sleek white-and-gold racing suit. She exuded excitement, her presence commanding attention. Surrounding her were her four daughters the Horsemen of the Apocalypse each making final adjustments to their motorcycles, a seamless blend of cutting-edge technology and holy magic that were tuned to be hidden.
That was how they ended up at the starting line, ready to race against human competitors. They kept their divine presence hidden, their motorcycles appearing as advanced but otherwise normal machines. It was meant to be a fun, casual race, free from supernatural interference at least, that was the plan.
The crowd buzzed with excitement as racers gathered at the starting line. Maeriva, the fierce warrior of conflict, revved her crimson-and-black bike, its wheels crackling with concealed golden flames.
Morrana, silent and composed, adjusted her sleek bone-white machine, its eerie glow dimmed. Seraphina, grinning in anticipation, leaned against her silver-and-emerald motorcycle, the air subtly warping around it. Azaria, ever the wildcard, twirled a pen while sitting on her jet-black bike, which released a mist of shimmering,
"Mother, you sure you can keep up?" Maeriva grinned, flipping her golden braided ponytail over her shoulder. Her bike, an obsidian war machine trimmed in fiery red sigils, growled like a beast awaiting battle.
"Oh, my dear War, I think you'll find that I'm far from rusty," Celestia chuckled, adjusting her gloves."You're all clear on the rules, right?" Celestia asked, her voice smooth but commanding.
Maeriva, with her wild golden hair and crimson eyes burning with excitement, revved her bike. "First to make it to the finish line at the other side of town wins. No divine powers, no supernatural enhancements. Just raw skill and speed."
Seraphina adjusted her gloves, her sleek black bike humming softly beneath her. "And if any of us cheat, Mom's gonna wipe the floor with us."
Morrana the eldest, ever the quiet one, gave a small smirk. "Not that any of us would dare."
Azaria, leaned forward on her white and gold bike, her piercing blue eyes sharp with focus. "Then let's make it interesting. The loser has to buy the winner whatever they want."
Celestia chuckled. "That sounds fair. But let's not forget…" She pointed down the road, where another rider was already making his way into the area, this aura showed that He was a dragon a powerful one at that. he was unaware of their presence, his aura-shrouded senses unable to detect the celestial beings cause of aura seal runes in their clothes.
The daughters exchanged knowing glances. Racing against humans was one thing, but outpacing a dragon, even unknowingly, made the stakes much higher
'Besides, there looks to be some supernatural competition for the night I'm pretty sure that biker is Crom Cruach, the legendary Golden Dragon, who stood at the other end of the starting line in his humanoid form, arms crossed, clad in a leather racing jacket,'
A digit sign started a countdown appeared in the air, glowing in golden light.
3… 2… 1…
With a burst of divine power hidden beneath human technology, the four riders launched forward, their motorcycles tearing down the road at impossible speeds.
A heavenly bell rang, and the riders tore through Kuoh Town's streets, their tires leaving glowing trails of smoke. Celestia's bike radiated pure light, cutting through the darkness like a comet. Maeriva left streaks of crimson flames, while Morrana's motorcycle moved almost silently, a ghostly apparition that flickered in and out of existence. Seraphina left trails of golden dust, and Azaria exuded an eerie green mist that dissipated before touching anything.
Crom Cruach, riding his own heavily modified racing bike, felt the rush of wind as something no, multiple somethings sped past him. He frowned, adjusting his grip. He had come to Kuoh Town to enjoy a simple night ride, but it seemed there were some skilled human riders on the streets tonight. He grinned.
The race became a chaotic blur of neon lights and adrenaline-fueled excitement. Maeriva took an early lead, her aggressive driving forcing Azaria to maneuver carefully to keep up. Seraphina used her cunning, slipping through gaps in traffic with inhuman precision, while Morrana remained eerily calm, trailing closely behind, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Celestia followed them from above, floating unseen like a proud mother watching her children play. She was enjoying this no divine wars, no angelic politics, just pure, unfiltered fun.
Meanwhile, Crom Cruach pushed his bike harder, trying to catch up. "These humans… are fast," he muttered. He could hear the engines screaming, the wind rushing past his ears. But something felt… off. He couldn't sense any of them, no energy signatures, no auras. Just machines and speed. "Interesting."