I have a tendency to start sketching and brainstorming for a lot of ideas that generally don't go anywhere because I can't find the time or willingness to develop them to completion. we're talking fanfics, animations, whole series, etcetera. because I want to put a lot of these out there, I'll share them here! these may range from short sentences to complete episode breakdowns.
if you want to do something with any of these ideas, please do! I would love to actually read my fic ideas lol. just be sure to credit me for the inspirarion and, if you're able, link to this blog.
thank you very much for reading, and I hope something here sparks your creativity!
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I had a Doctor Who video game idea that I actually started developing on RPG Maker years ago (I believe I lost all the files) in which you would be able to play either as the Doctor or Romana I during the events of the Key to Time season, since I thought at the time it could maybe work as an RPG.
I had an idea for a joke trailer for a House, M.D. show where the characters are thrown back in time to a different period in each episode, called House, B.C.
It would have featured the main cast from the first few seasons, so House, Cameron, Foreman, Chase, Cuddy and Wilson. They would meet figures in medical history such as Florence Nightingale and Hippocrates.
Below is the script for the trailer.
ANNOUNCER: What happens when a team of doctors is thrown back in time?
CAMERON: Where are we?
HOUSE: The right question is… ‘When are we?’
***
ANNOUNCER: How will they get back to their own time?
CUDDY: But this doesn’t make any sense.
WILSON: To House, everything makes sense.
***
ANNOUNCER: And will they manage to survive the past?
FOREMAN: What do you mean I can’t participate in the surgery?
HOUSE: The patient requests that you not be involved.
FOREMAN: I’m your best neurologist!
HOUSE: You’re also black.
***
ANNOUNCER: Featuring the great figures of medical history.
CAMERON: Are you Florence Nightingale?
HIPPOCRATES: Welcome to the School of Cos.
CHASE: You're Hippocrates?
HOUSE: A real-life plague doctor.
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ANNOUNCER: And with a great enigma to solve.
CHASE: The question we should be asking is how we got here, and how to get back.
HOUSE: Those are two questions.
CUDDY: Sometimes I think he’s enjoying this a little too much.
WILSON: Maybe we’re enjoying it too little.
***
ANNOUNCER: This group will have to deal with the strangest cases.
CAMERON: But there’s no such thing as the humors!
HOUSE: Or maybe you just don’t have a sense of humor.
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ANNOUNCER: And they’ll have to use the most primitive resources.
CHASE: No leeches!
FOREMAN: No leeches!
***
ANNOUNCER: The six doctors will face diseases, people, and technologies from other times in their quest to return to the present and unravel the mystery of their travels.
HOUSE: I’m ready.
ANNOUNCER: All the sexism and much more, on House, B.C.
Ooh, I really liked this one. It's yet another Doctor Who fic (I swear I'll get to other stuff), this time a crossover with the 2018 video game Hades, inspired by this incredible fan art by @zagreuses-art.
It would have featured the Eighth Doctor meeting Zagreus (not that one) and helping him traverse the Underworld to find his Tardis in Elysium, which he left next to Patroclus before dying at the hand of some shade and appearing in the House of Hades. While Zagreus fights to the death against shades, the Doctor would be trying to get safely there and without violence.
Below is what I had written for this!
Just another escape attempt gone horribly wrong. Maybe it was the lack of good boons (not that he’d ever blame his relatives for that), or maybe he was losing confidence in his abilities after several dozen times of trying to exit the Underworld and failing. Top top it all off, his father, the god Hades himself, decided to mock him one more time.
“See, boy? There is no way up for you.” Lord Hades didn't even look up from his paperwork to meet his son's eyes. “Are you finally ready to give up?”
“I've been making my way up, father.” Zagreus replied, sounding as aloof as always.
“What killed you this time? Was it the Doomstone, or a Skull-Crusher? Or maybe King Theseus himself all the way up in Elysium?” Hades pretended to read for the first time the paper in front of him. “Ah, wait, I see you fell to a small vermin.”
Zagreus managed to give his father a rather convincing smile. “Ah, but it was all the way up in the Temple of Styx this time.”
The prince wasn't going to despair. He knew it would take time, and his determination was still even stronger than the most powerful of his weapons. He decided to approach Achilles, maybe he had some new advice for him. Or maybe some old advice, which was more likely and equally as useful. As he walked to the hall where the forgotten hero guarded the place, he saw from the corner of his eyes a new shade. It must have died just after he arrived. It caught his eye when he saw it was talking to Hypnos, which was odd for a shade, especially one which had just been brought to the Underworld.
“I wouldn't worry too much, you must have chronic fatigue,” said the shade to Hypnos, “I am a doctor, you see? And it's nothing to worry about, did you know Florence Nightingale also had it? And that never stopped her. Well…”
The shade was awfully chatty, but Zagreus wasn't one to eavesdrop. Not right now, at least. He had better things to worry about than a weird shade, like speaking to his mentor. Unfortunately, Achilles was busy talking with Megaera of all people, which meant that, if he really didn't feel like listening in on other people, he had to go back. Go back and try once more not to get beaten, determined and alone.
“If Your Majesty would listen to me, I don't belong here.” It looked like the shade from before had reached his father.
“Your Majesty?” Hades scorned it. “I am Hades. And you are exactly where you belong, shade.”
The shade looked at him with recognition, though without the usual dread in its surprisingly clear face. “Did you say Hades? I thought I
I had a Doctor Who fic idea called The Long Song (kinda sounds like the previous two titles mixed up huh), where, instead of the 10th Doctor, it's the 1st Doctor who picks up River Song's call for help in Silence in the Library, making it so they know each other since almost the beginning of the Doctor's travels and all of their incarnations.
I guess I would have written a chapter for each Doctor, the first being a retelling of River's first story that I titled Early to the Library.
I thought I didn't have anything actually written for this but I was surprised when I checked, since I did several paragraphs and some dialogue, which I copied below.
Susan had seen the Doctor engaged in studying the controls on the Tardis console several times since they had stolen the Tardis, always from the other room. She had once greeted his grandfather while he was busy with that and his response had been a quick shift in his actions. Susan knew his grandfather was too proud to admit to her that he didn't know all there was to know about the workings of the ship, especially since it hadn't been that many years since they had left Gallifrey, and they were always too busy visiting new places to stay in one for long to study the Tardis itself. So she often saw him trying to work out its inner mechanisms, when he thought he had some time alone.
"Ah, Doctor, I see you're early." Ian Chesterton waved at him, walking past Susan and entering the console room, "What are you up to?"
With a hmph, the Doctor's attitude quickly changed from concentration to dismissal. "What, young man? I'm not up to anything. Go on, go make yourself some, uh, breakfast, will you? The food machine is in the other room."
Ian seemed to sense something was bothering him, but, probably knowing he lacked some context, decided to oblige. "Come on, Susan, let's make some breakfast. Barbara's almost up," he said, smiling at her warmly.
"Ah, child, you're already awake!" The Doctor had fortunately not noticed her presence up to that point. "Come here, I want to show you something!" He didn't seem to acknowledge Ian's shrug as he left for the food machine alone.
"Yes, grandfather?"
Just now, closer to the console, did Susan notice a small beeping noise coming from one of the smaller lights in the panel the Doctor was looking at. The light was flickering along with the sound.
"See, I believe this is a distress signal," the Doctor explained, with a pensive look.
Susan glanced at the light once more. "I didn't know we could get these here!" She looked at her grandfather attentively, "But I guess it makes sense, right? I mean, these ships were built for general time and space travel, weren't they?"
"Indeed, child!" The Doctor seemed to be the most proud of her when they had these conversations, the ones where he would notice something intriguing and, after deducing the answer himself, would let Susan figure it out on her own. Susan noticed that, since her teachers from Coal Hill School had joined them, she and her grandfather had less and less of these talks. It was only natural, it was simply due to there being more people aboard, so she treasured these moments even more. "But there’s something even more interesting about this distress signal,” he suggested. “It seems it is specifically directed to this Tardis in particular.”
“What?” Susan asked. “How do you know?”
“There is something strange in these readings," the Doctor pointed to a small panel near it, "I believe it's a sort of message. Let me see if I can…"
As the Doctor worked on some of the controls close to the light, the readings became clearer. They took the form of written text. Clearly modern English, Susan noted, from the first of the two words that were forming.
"The Library…" read the Doctor, waiting curiously as the last part became clearly visible, "Come as soon as you can. X? What does ‘X’ mean?"
Susan let out a laugh, and the Doctor turned to look at her, bewildered. “Well, couldn’t it mean…? You know, kisses?” Susan giggled.
The Doctor showed he wasn’t amused with a harrumph. "Well, in any case, what do you say we investigate, hm?" the Doctor suggested. "According to these readings, we are near a Library. We must have picked it up, shall we say.”
Susan nodded. “I’ll go and tell the others!”
“Very well.” The Doctor stopped Susan with a hand on her shoulder. He was still looking at the message. “Let’s keep this message between us, yes? I don’t want them getting any ideas.”
“Any ideas?” Barbara was just entering the room. “I hope you’re not still implying we want to take the ship?”
The Doctor looked at Barbara with a charming smile. “Not at all, my dear, not at all! I meant it in an entirely different way, I assure you!”
Susan noted her grandfather had been all the more pleasant with the new passengers lately, after he accused them of trying to sabotage the ship and was completely disproven. Especially with Barbara, who had felt the most hurt by him. Whether he was trying to avoid a new dispute, or it was his way of extending an olive branch to try and get along, she didn’t care to guess. But it was nice they all started liking their travels, and his grandfather’s crankiness was wearing off a little.
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Another Doctor Who fanfic idea! There'll be quite a few of those. This one's called War Song. The premise is just 'the Second Doctor meets the War Doctor.'
I really like the idea of them meeting, of the War Doctor being forced to remember a much simpler time for him from long ago and how it might affect him, and also how the Second Doctor would react to learning about that dark period in future, like for example how his future self is much closer to the Time Lords.
It would have been set during the infamous 'Season 6B,' as evidenced by the few sentences I had written, the last of which I even stopped halfway through writing.
It wasn’t that long since the Celestial Intervention Agency had saved him from being forcibly regenerated by the Time Lords. He missed his companions, he missed having companions at all. The Doctor stood in a small chamber which let him communicate with one of the CIA Deputies. After each mission
The first idea I'll share is for a Doctor Who story called Long Road, which featured the First Doctor, who has recently left Susan, struggling to find the Tardis, partly because of his sad mood over her departure, and partly because the road he's on keeps distorting and becoming longer.
The story is set near an unnamed beach town (inspired by Pinamar, a town in the province of Buenos Aires I visited several times) and is told from the perspective of a local girl, Paula, who is also grieving over a loss of her own.
I had intended to write it for the yearly Big Finish competition but I never actually finished it. I have plans to adapt the concept to fit one of the few projects of mine that I have been able to commit to, but not soon.
Below is an excerpt of the story. That is, everything I have written, in prose. If you want to continue this story and post it please do! Just be sure to credit me and ideally link to this post.
What did it mean to lose someone, somebody so precious to oneself that one couldn’t find that connection anywhere else? She should’ve known the answer, but for some reason she struggled to understand her feelings. Not that that was anything new.
Paula was in the outskirts of a relatively posh town, not that she belonged in it, briskly walking down a sand road that connected all of the nearby villages, towns and the odd city. The shore was, after all, a popular tourist destination in the province. People from the capital would come here by the start of January, or, if they were feeling particularly bold, at the end of December, to visit every beach and spot the differences. Maybe the coast was wider, maybe the water was colder, or maybe there were less people doing the exact same thing. She had lived in a beach town all her life, and they were all the same to her. The towns and the tourists.
Paula didn’t notice she hadn’t seen any people, or even any cars, passing through the road until she did encounter someone else. A white-haired man sat a few metres ahead of her, muttering something to himself, his wrinkled hands covering both sides of his face. Even though his figure stood out from the surroundings, she had some difficulty placing why it was. His dark coat definitely looked out of place, especially in the middle of the summer, and his cane seemed like something you would only buy in the capital to impress your other well-to-do friends or club members who you played cards with.
“What’s the matter, sir?” Conscientiously, Paula realised that she might have sounded a bit ruder than she meant to, but he didn’t seem to care.
“What?” said the man, quickly removing his hands from his face and turning it towards her.
“Sorry, sir, but are you okay?”
“Okay? Of course I’m okay!” he sounded way more offended at her for doubting his composure than for being impolite.
“I just wanted to know if you needed help. Are you lost?” Paula didn’t want to help anyone at the moment, but she couldn’t just leave him. Not just because that would make her feel awkward, but also because he looked like he needed something. Or, more precisely, like he was missing something. "I know this road very well."
“And what business is it of yours?” That was the last straw for Paula. If he didn’t want her help, he had made it perfectly clear.
“None, sir. I think I should go.”
She couldn’t help but to be polite with strangers, even though the old man hadn’t given her any reason to be respectful. That is, until he responded back.
“I’m... sorry,” he stumbled to say, “that was rude of me. I am somewhat lost; I can’t seem to find my Ta… my transport.” He sounded like he was keeping something from her, though that may have only been a fluff.
Paula reflected for a second. She had enough things going on in her mind, but she wasn’t actually busy. She didn’t have any plans for a change. And maybe helping this man could keep her distracted for a while.
“Very well,” she decided, “where did you park it?”
“Park? Well, it should be here, I think. But I suppose it’s possible I might have wandered too far."
“Well, I’ve just come from there,” Paula pointed at the road behind her, looking back for a moment, “and I haven't seen any cars or anything for that matter. Maybe it’s that way?” With the same hand, she now pointed at the road ahead of her.
“Yes, I think it might be. Thank you, young girl.”
“I’m Paula. And I can accompany you, I was already going that way. What’s your name?”
“Er, thank you, Paula. You can call me Doctor.”
“Doctor?” she asked, “Well, let’s go. And it's PAH-oo-lah, not PAW-lah."
"Ah, yes, quite. Well, come along. We shan't waste another moment!"
This Doctor man was suddenly cheerier than a few moments ago, which was a bit strange. She worried for a moment, though she was sure she could outfight him if he tried anything.
After a few steps in silence, the Doctor turned to look back. Paula saw him squinting his eyes and frowning. He scoffed and continued walking.
"Are you okay?" Paula asked, now worried that this man could be senile. What would she do then?
"Oh, nothing, it's nothing. The road, you see, it's quite long." The Doctor chuckled. "No wonder I seem to be lost!"
"Well, it goes from one or two kilometres over there to about a few dozen kilometres towards where we're heading, and then it connects to a few motorways that go to and from the capital."
"All roads lead to Rome, eh?" The Doctor chuckled again, "You know, I should visit Rome someday."
"Do you travel often?" Paula was used to talking, but she was even more used to listening. She made that sort of questions to please people, mostly, prompting the other person to continue to speak about themselves. It evidently worked on the old man as well.
"Oh, yes. I can't seem to manage to stay in one place for too long these last few years." The Doctor looked at the sky for a moment, probably reminiscing.
"You must be well off, then, to be able to do that."
"Well, I suppose I am, in a way."
Looking away for a moment, Paula noticed something strange with the bushes. As they walked, the branches and the leaves seemed to distort. To somehow be farther away than they should have from her perspective. After a few metres, the bush seemed to have doubled its length.
The Doctor hummed. "So you've noticed that as well."
"Noticed what?" asked Paula, reflexively. What had she noticed? A strange bush? Maybe an optical illusion?
"The path is being distorted. Each step we take, the path grows two steps longer! That must be why I couldn't find my Tardis!"
