#Ce's diary posts

[tiskycat]

I HAAAAAAATE No Spoilers culture just fucken TELL ME WHAT A THING IS ABOUT

[beastsovrevelation]

I have this yearning to drag the characters and ships I hate through the dirt on my blog, but I just... I have no energy to waste on drama. And, I know it feels vile, I'm not really on a crusade to hurt others.

[hermitw]

poll here in case u don't want to read the rest bc it's a heavy topic

I'm blaming (thanking) @thepersonperson for changing my brain chemistry, specifically by saying Sukuna is disabled. it's like we've been distracted from this observation in canon, with the way he's always objectified, a cursed object or perfection - was Gojo the most normal here? when he told Yuuji that Sukuna was a person, a long time ago.

Sukuna accidentally healing Yuuji's other hand should have given it away, that Sukuna was constantly running RCT through his whole body or it was automated to go where it needed to.

so it's clear that Sukuna does not like being touched, (never in life is okay with physical contact, outside of martial arts). doesn't remember his childhood. called himself an unwanted child, only speculated on his mother starving.

we've tried to guess Sukuna's trauma before, based on history at the time (slavery, forcibly removed from his home, csa by a religious mentor, etc) - but I can't recall an analysis on medical trauma. which makes Sukuna's personality make perfect sense to me.

what are the chances that some doctor would have tried to remove his second set of arms, chip away at his face? and Sukuna in a desperate state like Gojo, learned to use RCT to grow his own hands back. and might have killed whoever did this to him. maybe his mother was there and he left her and her memory behind. idk.

some of the characters (Ash from Banana Fish, Laura Palmer (in her secret diary) but especially Lucy/Nyu from Elfen Lied) that I feel sukuna could relate to most have medical trauma, as well, and there can be a huge overlap between that and CSA in how a victim copes, in the loss of autonomy and consent not informed nor asked for. like, a child can experience textbook SA but no one bats an eye because it's a medical procedure and they're not even spoken to, not even treated as a person. (there are countless examples, I'm especially thinking about the horror stories of VCUG and forced assimilation of intersex people, unnecessary surgeries performed on minors who can't consent or want the procedures.) the whole thing with asking Sukuna if he has 2 dicks? oh, and if these so-called safe, trusted adults can do that and watch as it happens? then no one is safe. it can easily lead to a life of trust no one, of fear and paranoia especially over medical issues, along with this (mysterious, especially if the trauma has all been blacked out) fascination and horror.

the belief that he isn't human could be rooted in this. Sukuna doesn't seem the type to believe anything just because it's been said by another person.

I still need to write the post on Sukuna having DID - I wanted to wait until reading the manga again, but might just post the evidence I can think of offhand for now. actually, sukuna might be the best representation of DID in fiction. [edit: it's here]

you can be proud of me for not blaming kenjaku but I have to suggest: kenjaku trades no more doctors for let me turn you into a cursed object when you're dead.

and Sukuna mummifies himself to death, to ensure that Kenjaku stays out of his body.

at this point I'm wondering if Sukuna were inspired by the jersey devil. cursed child, two faces, once human, the fallen one, can fly/double jump, did Sukuna's CE kill the doctors and he ran away?

idk man, I was just writing a fic where Sukuna heals from his trauma with the jersey devil and in my research. I forgot about the midwife murder qkdjajxjwks ok that's all I think bye.

[otmaaromanovas]

A number of items belonging to the Botkin family are being auctioned by Coutau-Begarie & Associates. The items are part of the ‘Nobility & Royalty: Imperial Russia - Historical Reminisces of the Russian Imperial Family During their Captivity in Tobolsk from the Botkin Family’ collection and will be auctioned on Thursday 15 May 2025 from 11am onwards.

Dr. Evgeny Sergeievich Botkin (often translated as Eugene) was the faithful doctor to the Imperial Family, voluntarily following them into exile in Tobolsk and Ekaterinburg, where he was murdered alongside them on the night of 16/17 July 1918, aged 53. He had four children: Dmitri Evgenievich, Yuri Evgenievich, Gleb Evgenievich, and Tatiana Evgenievna. The youngest, Gleb and Tatiana, were acquaintances of the Romanov children, and are occasionally mentioned in the Grand Duchesses’ diaries. The pair accompanied their father to Tobolsk. Gleb was a talented artist and illustrated stories for the royal children in Tobolsk, which would then be passed to them in the Governor’s House. The children were separated from their father when they were refused safe travel to Ekaterinburg. Fleeing to France, they later became supporters of Franziska Schanzkowska ‘Anna Anderson’

The catalogue of the Botkin’s items being auctioned stretch to 29 pages. I shall make individual posts on notable items later. For now, here is an overview of the items being auctioned:

169 - A portrait of Dr. Sergei Petrovich Botkin, Dr Botkin’s father

170 - A portrait of Dr E.S. Botkin

171 - A photograph of Dr. E.S. Botkin on the Shtandart Yacht

172 - A photograph of Dr. E.S. Botkin at Livadia Palace

173 - A photograph of Dr. E.S. Botkin circa 1917-1918, preserved in a leather frame

174 - An inkwell used by Dr. E.S. Botkin in Tobolsk

175 - A signed telegram sent by Dr. E.S. Botkin during the Russo-Japanese War

176 - A small inkwell used by Dr. E.S. Botkin in Tobolsk

177 - A collection of 28 photographs of the Botkin family

178 - Cufflinks

179 - Jubilee medal of the Corps de Pages, given to Dmitri Botkin

180 - Commemorative medal of the Moscow Orphanage depicting Catherine the Great

181 - Two portrait medallions with engravings of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna

182 - Portraits on ivory of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna

183 - Portrait of botanist Mikhail Stepanovich Voronin belonging to Dr. E.S. Botkin’s father

184 - Portrait of a woman and a Cossack

185 - Icon of the Holy Virgin

186 - A portrait of Alexandra Feodorovna with Tatiana Nikolaevna in 1897 (wrongly labelled as being a photo of Alexandra Feodorovna with Alexei Nikolaevich in 1904) from the photograph studio CE Von Hahn and Co

187 - Five postcards of the Romanov family

188 - Four photographs of the Romanov family

189 - Signed photographs of Olga Nikolaevna and Tatiana Nikolaevna in a wooden frame — NOTE: These photographs are exceptionally rare, I have never seen them before

190 - Watercolour painting by Maria Nikolaevna on a letter from Yuri Botkin

191 - Watercolour painting by Maria Nikolaevna on a letter from Yuri Botkin

192 - Eight chapters of Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s Memories of the Imperial Family Before and After the Revolution written in 1919, two years before publication

193 - 1921 edition of Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s Memories of the Imperial Family Before and After the Revolution

194 - Typescript of Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s Memories of the Imperial Family Before and After the Revolution

195 - Short story written in French by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina in 1959, never published

196 - A set of three books: Souvenirs de Russie by Princess Paley, My Father Grigori Rasputin: Memories and Notes by Matryona Rasputin, and Rasputin, the Scoundrel Mong by William Le Queux

197 - Small cigarette case, “made in exile by the officer in service of the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna” - likely actually referring to ****Franziska Schanzkowska - signed by S. Kolesnikov

198 - Carved letter opener with Russian church decoration, made by S. Kolesnikov

199 - Carved letter opener with bear head decoration, gift from Nicolas Sedov

200 - Small inkwell used by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

201 - Handwritten account entitled The Anastasia Case by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

202 - Typed and handwritten account by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina of a meeting with Franziska Schanzkowska, ‘Anna Anderson’

203 - Handwritten account with letter by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina of a meeting with Franziska Schanzkowska, ‘Anna Anderson’

204 - Autographed letter, papers, and miraculous medal sent to a journalist by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina describing ‘details on Anastasia’ about Franziska Schanzkowska, ‘Anna Anderson’

205 - 33 page autobiographical writing by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

206 - Eleven official/legal papers belonging to Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

207 - Carving based on Baba Yaga

208 - Detailed box for playing cards

209 - Detailed sewing box

210 - Large wooden Easter egg decorated with the double-headed eagle of the Imperial House of Russia

211 - Set of four wooden Easter eggs, including matryoshkas

212 - Imperial manufactured porcelain Easter egg

213 - Porcelain teacup

214 - Paris porcelain vase in Empire style

215 - Silver boot-puller/bootjack

216 - Silver-plated metal boot-puller/bootjack

217 - Miraculous Icon of the Holy Mother of God Bogolioubovo or the Apparition of the Virgin Mary to Andre Bogolioubsky, a family icon taken by Dr. E.S. Botkin to Tobolsk

218 - Icon of the Holy Mother of God surrounded by two protective Archangels

219 - Travel Triptych Icon representing Saint Nicholas, offered by a patient from Tobolsk to Dr E.S. Botkin, who cared Tobolsk citizens whilst in exile

220 - Icon of Saint Seraphim of Sarov, which Tatiana Melnik-Botkina recalls was given to her by Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna — Note: an important Saint to the Imperial Family, who was canonised by Nicholas II

221 - Icon of Christ Pantocrator

222 - Icon of the Face of Christ or the Mandylion, given to Dr. E.S. Botkin when his daughter Tatiana fell ill in 1912. From Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s memoirs: The Empress sent me a bottle of holy water, the Grand Duchess Tatiana, a large bouquet of beautiful flowers, and just as my father was about to leave the Shtandart, the Tsarevich rushed up on deck and shouted ‘Give my regards to Tania! on my behalf!’”

223 - Icon of Saint John Metropolitan of Tobolsk with prayer written on the reverse. Given to Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna by the Convent of Saint Ivan of Tobolsk upon the family’s arrival in Tobolsk, which was then given to Dr. E.S. Botkin with instruction to give it to Tatiana Melnik-Botkina before their departure to Ekaterinburg

224 - Icon of the Holy Martyr, Varvara

225 - Icon of the Holy Virgin of Kazan

226 - Icon of the Holy Virgin of the Passion

227 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of two anthropomorphic horses, dated 1913

228 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic horse and donkey, dated 1913

229 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic horse and donkey, undated

230 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic cat reading a newspaper, dated 1913

231 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic cat and mouse “with a haircut like Napoleon”, undated

232 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of anthropomorphic mice reading by the fireside, dated 1915

233 - Front page of the Krylov novel painted in watercolour by Gleb Botkin, featuring a landscape and an owl, circa 1916-1917

234 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of the anthropomorphic animal characters in his illustrated book, The Adventures of Mishka Pushkovich Toptiginsky, created for the Tsar’s children, circa 1916

235 - Teddy bear owned by several generations of Botkin children, originally owned by Gleb Botkin

236 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of the anthropomorphic animal characters in his illustrated book, The Adventures of Mishka Pushkovich Toptiginsky, created for the Tsar’s children, dated 1916

237 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of the anthropomorphic animal characters staging a revolution in his illustrated book, The Adventures of Mishka Pushkovich Toptiginsky, created for the Tsar’s children, dated 1916

238 - Front page of the Krylov novel painted in watercolour by Gleb Botkin, circa 1916

239 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of two anthropomorphic bears for his story The Kingdom of the Bears on the Planet of Mars Inhabited by Animals, circa 1916-1917

240 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin entitled The Fox and the Mushik, dated 1915, with the story on the back

241 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of two of his anthropomorphic bear characters sailing, circa 1916-1917

The next items are included in the same section as the Botkin family items, but seem to have a separate provenance

242 - Portrait of Grand Duchess Maria Feodorovna (later Empress), after Dmitri Levitsky

243 - Portrait of Emperor Alexander II of Russia, engraving and watercolour

244 - Portrait of Grand Duchess Kyra of Russia by Julie Grandhomme-Nozal, in charcoal and gouache

245 - Portrait of Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich with a portrait of his son, Prince Feodor Alexandrovich on the reverse by Nicholas Paganiotti Zarokilli, sanguine on paper — NOTE: The birth dates have been mixed up here as the catalogue states that Alexander was born in 1895 and Feodor was born in 1858. In reality, Alexander was born in 1866 and Feodor was born in 1898

246 - Large postal envelope sent to the Imperial Court following the death of Tsar Alexander III with mourning border and seal, sent by Grand Duke Mikhail Mikhailovich

247 - Coloured lithograph depicting Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich and the Duke of Morny

248 - Signed lithograph of Grand Duke Vladimir Alexadrovich

SOURCES

📌Coutau-Bégarie & Associés, Noblesse & Royauté: Russie Impériale, (Paris: Coutau-Bégarie, 2025)

[the-rogues-gallery-sys]

Introduction

System Name -> The Rogues Gallery

Collective Name -> Oz // Victor // Gears

Collective Pronouns -> He // They // It

Bodily Age -> 18

Relationship Status -> Happily & Collectively Taken By @drawing-by-the-bonfire

Frequent Fronters ->

HABIT -> It/Its // They/Them // He/Him -> Host // Persecutor/Prosecutor

Maron -> He/Him // They/Them // It/Its // Ve/Vae // De/Dea // Hou/Hound // Rib/Ribs // Bone/Bones // Xt/Xts -> Co-Host // Persecutor/Prosecutor // Protector

Soldat // Asset // Winter -> It/Its // He/Him -> Co-Host // Persecutor

Do Not Interact ->

Basic DNI Criteria,

Thoes Who Try To Force Alters To Source Seperate,

Thoes Who Treat Alters Like Their Source/Not A Real Person,

Thoes Who Treat Persecutors/Prosecutors Like Horible People,

The Nevermore System,

Please Interact ->

Sourcemates,

Other Systems,

Fandoms ->

RWBY, DC Comics, Marvel (Comics and MCU), EverymanHYBRID, X-Men, DSMP, My Street, Minecraft Diaries, Minecraft (just in general), Eddsworld, Cookie Run Kingdom, Pressure, Doors, FNAF, Regretevator, Danny Phantom, Transformers (movies, shows, and comics), Welcome Home, BATIM, Lego Monkie Kid, Lego Ninjago, Spiderverse, My Little Pony, Clinical Trial, EPIC!The Musical, Fallout (4 and New Vegas specifically), Borderlands (All Games), The Dragon Prince, Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Zenless Zone Zero, Overwatch, Blood Blockade Battlefront, Black Butler, Sword Art Online, Slugterra, Ben Ten, Suitor Armor, Steven Universe, Lumine, Percy Jackson (All of the Riordanverse, really, actually), Alice in Wonderland(Movies, not the book), The Wizard of Oz(Books, not the movies), Frankenstine(Book), Jykell and Hyde(Book), Dracula(Book), Asops Fabels, Arcane/Leauge of Legands, Marvel Rivals, Pokemon, Jurassic Park, MoonKnight.

Alter Blogs ->

Soldat's Blog; @winters-ramblings

Maron's Account; @fatherless-father

HABIT's Blog; @habits-crashout-corner

Ebony's Blog; @vi0lin-ce

Jervis's Account; @curiouser-and-curi0user

Ein's Blog; @yeah-im-aware-wolf

Bobs Blog; @the-lawn-is-dead

Leland's Blog; @bleed-out-honey

Introduction Post Written By Soldat

[reine-desideria]

Cher petit village au bord de la mer Je te laisse en gage tout ce qui m'est cher L'éternel été d'un ciel enchanté Où j'ai cru vivre un jour tous mes rêves Pays que j'aimais je dois désormais Loin de toi m'en aller à jamais

⭒❃.✮:▹ DESIDERIA BERNADOTTE, née CLARY ◃:✮.❃⭒

THE MAIDEN -ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- THE WIFE -ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- THE QUEEN

Bonjour et bienvenue sur ce blog!

Here there are no pompous titles or ridiculous little salon curtsies, we are among friends and we call each other by our first names: for you, I shall simply be Désirée. For posterity, I was Princess of Pontecrovo (nothing to be impressed about, I don't even know where this place is supposed to be), Queen of Sweden and Norway, but my heart has always remained in my beloved birthplace, Marseille.

Both my parents were merchants and traders. At the dawn of the French Revolution, my family's fortune was the object of covetousness, and I almost married Joseph (a wonderful guy, le sang de la veine, I hope he's doing well. Joseph, if you happen to be passing by, please write to me)(…saying that with the most honorable intentions, of course) and Napoleon Bonaparte (😐 I am not upset alright, bro is small and hairy like a dwarf ogre and I am SO GLAD Madame de Beauharnais got me rid of him, I HATE HIS GUTS). Then, after a period of studying pharmacy textbooks to learn how to die of sadness without losing my good looks, fate sent me to meet the best husband in the world: @karlxivjohan ♥

In fact, it is on his advice that I decided to open this account, in order to further educate myself on the complexity of this world and “broaden my general culture” (because according to him, it's “a disgrace” not to know who Molière is, but how does he expect me to have met everyone of his childhood friends?). At least this way, I can stay home, by the fireplace. In Stockholm, summer is even colder than winter. This city makes me depressed, the sun doesn't even come up for half the year, and I can understand why we were offered this crown for free - we should have seen the scam coming. The good thing is that here, the Corsican population is estimated at 0%.

I'm bringing my beloved son, Oskar, with me. He may interact from time to time. I'll also be posting a lot about the wonderful city of Marseille and teaching you a bit of the local dialect.

Ask all the questions you want, with a few conditions:

No insulting Marseille, Marseille rap music or the Olympique de Marseille.

No insulting my husband - only I and @passionedeperdrix are entitled to that sacred right.

Please be nice to me, I tend to cry easily.

Tag directory :

#correspondance de sa majesté : answering anon requests and enquiries

#billets privés : interactions with other rp blogs

#le pitchoune : answers by prince Oskar

#mon gâté : interactions with the hubby

#mon journal intime : extracts from Désirée's diary

#la galerie des arts : reblog of people's stunning art

#marseille infodump : educational posts about Marseille

[localsimpissleepy]

From my last post, I also want to expend more to other coaches in the Zombie Apocalypse Au, not just the main lore characters

So-

[zomb13luv3rr]

Hellooo

i want my posts to kind of be like a genuine blog/online diary just about my day to day kind of life as i would talk to a friend or think my thoughts so i guess i will start with just a small introduction: I'm nova, I'm 19 and live in the southern U.S. (not by will, i was born here </3 ) I am an autistic musician (nothing released just trying to get my studio set up rn) i live with my wonderful amazing boyfriend who's like 6 months ish younger than me I'm currently figuring out going back to cosmetology school but I'm a line cook rn just to make money. I am new to tumblr and just kinda got interested in it for the more personalized features that other social media doesnt have lol i also like the idea of having actual niche communities that arent absolute ces pools like reddit and discord lol fav shows atm: mlp, how to sell drugs online fast, breaking bad, adventure time, gravity falls, community fav movies atm: dinner in america, heritic, midsommer, juno, the notebook, mean girls fav games atm: scott pilgrim vs the world, cozy grove, fnaf security breach, hollow knight, guardian tales, minecraft, cult of the lamb idk what else to rlly say abt myself sooo i guess i hope you enjoy listening to me ramble abt myself lol

[ruthplaysthesims]

"Alors que j'étais assise dans le jardin, j'ai fermé les yeux et je me suis retrouvée dans le même paysage où j'étais il y a quelques semaines... Sauf que cette fois, je portais une robe blanche... Et je n'étais pas seule. Je l'ai vu. Le même homme mystérieux que j'avais vu il n'y a pas longtemps. Pourquoi était-il là, parmi tous les gens ? Il ne semblait pas remarquer ma présence jusqu'à ce qu'il se retourne pour me faire face. Nous nous sommes simplement regardés pendant ce qui semblait être une éternité. J'ai entendu une voix grave murmurer "réveille-toi". Quand j'ai cligné des yeux, je me suis retrouvée dans ma chambre une fois de plus... Serait-il insensé de s'éprendre de quelqu'un que l'on vient à peine de rencontrer...? C'est absurde. Je devrais savoir mieux que ça. Je ne peux pas me permettre de me retrouver dans cette situation à nouveau ! Je ne veux pas que ma maison soit à nouveau réduite en cendres. Ça ne vaut pas le risque."

-Raina A.

Translation : As I sat in the garden, I closed my eyes and suddenly found myself in the same scenery I had been in a few weeks earlier... Except this time, I was wearing a white dress... And I wasn't alone. I saw him. The same mysterious man I had seen not long ago. Why was he there, of all people? He didn't seem to notice my presence until he turned around to face me. We just gazed at each other for what felt like an eternity. I heard a deep voice whisper "wake up". When I blinked, I was back in my room once again... Would it be foolish to be infatuated with someone I had only just met...? That's absurd. I should know better. I can't allow myself to be in that situation again! I don't want my home to be destroyed once more. It's not worth the risk.

-Raina A.

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Decided to turn the next chapter of Raina's diaries as my post for speak your language day!!

[frostfires-blog]

"Most of the ships in this post are great (love them too)! Sadly OP have to add the gay ships. Really, can't we just have normal ones without gayness".

This is how I found your post (top 30 ships). Sorry, I dislike the one who said the above, but because of them, I found your blog and fall in love with your posts....

Thanks for your posts and your metas (especially the hanakotoba analysis).

See, as multishipper, most that I found are either gay & lesbian ships only or het ships (like the one who said the above) only, but you really saw the dynamics a d chemistries of the characters. That is why I love your top 30 ships post.

Like, at first I thought you'll ship IzuOcha (like most people who love het ship) in BNHA but you ship BakuDeku (amazing) or IchiOri (bland) in Bleach but you ship IchiRuki (great) which both (later) ships have the best dynamics in the series (more than the former ships)..!

Sorry, I'm not really a fan of most m/f ships (it's easier for me to love m/m & f/f compared to m/f) but the ones that you love are all great!

My top 10 favorite ships from your post :

♡ Hua Cheng/ Xie Lian (best love story ever, one of my all time fav danmei ever)

♡ Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian (Wei Wuxian will always be in my top 10 characters ever, love him so much)

♡ Hak/Yona (best shoujo ever for me, will always love this couple)

♡ Bakugou/ Midoriya (will always be in my top 10 otps ever, love them so much, have shipping them since 2019)

♡ Cheng Xiaoshi/ Lu Guang (start shipping them since ep 1 s1, my love for them got deeper after finished s2)

♡ Obi/ Shirayuki (can't believe you have both ships with Shirayuki, but I love Obi more, for me, Zen is kinda bland)

♡ Taichi/Chihaya (yes, they're canon. I'm so happy when I read the end of the manga, Taichi will always be special)

♡ Minato/Kushina (one of the best ship in Naruto, love the build up and the tragedy, this is my 2nd fav ship after NaruSasu)

♡ Ichigo/ Rukia (why Bleach have to end like that, IchiRuki have way more chemistry than the IchiOri)

♡ Itadori/Fushiguro (love their bond so much)

Have you watch these 4 new fav anime of mine (for the story and the ships): Cherry Magic, I'm in love with Villainess, Yakuza Fiancee, and Nina Starry Bride?

Sorry for this long ask, feel free to ignore them, hope you have a wonderful day.

I'm sorry you discovered my blog due to such a distasteful comment, but I'm glad to have encountered someone with such great tastes in ships. I rarely manage to encounter someone who likes so many ships that I do. Oddly enough, I haven't managed to find that specific comment, so it's likely that person blocked or subsequently deleted their comment without giving me the chance to respond... Oh well...It's not the first time I've gotten criticised for my tastes in ships, and unfortunately, it definitely won't be the last...

Moving on, I'm glad you enjoyed the Hanakotoba metas! They're my favourite types of posts to make, even though they're the most time-consuming. Unfortunately, I probably won't be making another one for a while since I haven't encountered any material to work with in the shows I've seen recently. Here's to hoping The Apothecary Diaries S2 gives me something to work with... But if anyone has any suggestions, I'm keen.

Most people are very rigid about their tastes in ships. Admittedly, I used to be, too, but over time, I've become more open-minded and contemplative—though I still have a long way to go. When it comes to shipping, I prioritise development, character dynamics, and aesthetics in that order. Gender and official status (i.e., canon or non-canon) are unimportant to me.

This is honestly the first time I've seen someone else who ships IchiRuki and BakuDeku... Honestly, I'm so happy! IchiOri/IchiHime is literally the bane of my existence. I could write a full-length essay on what I ship IchiRuki and dislike IchiOri/IchiHime. These days it's especially difficult being an IchiRuki shipper, as we receive nasty comments on most Ichigo/Rukia-centric posts and edits. Just because another ship was made canon doesn't mean you're not allowed to ship anything else. The great thing about fandom spaces is that there is a place for everyone—so I don't know why they can't let us be.

As for IzuOcha, it just lacks the development and depth that BakuDeku and a lot of other BNHA ships have, and consequently, it seems bland in comparison. BakuDeku was actually the very first M/M ship I supported—so I have a lot of attachment to them—and it becoming such a beloved ship has made me immensely grateful and happy. Inexorably, the brighter light shines, the more shadows it casts... As its popularity has increased, the ship garnered more detractors, making things more difficult recently. Seeing people condemn and degrade BakuDeku shippers because of recent events is incredibly hurtful.

The double standards I've seen from some of the people who disapprove of non-canon ships like BakuDeku and IchiRuki are insane. These same people who disapprove of the age gap between IchiRuki will happily use Isshin/Masaki's dynamic to bolster IchiOri or will go on to ship other couples with age gaps like Inuyasha/Kagome. These same people who use Bakugo and Deku's or Ichigo and Rukia's friendship as a reason not to ship them then go on and fawn over the friends-to-lovers trope elsewhere. Perhaps I've ranted a little too much... However, I didn't intend to insult anyone; I was merely trying to point out things that didn't add up. If anybody here doesn't ship BakuDeku or IchiRuki but is respectful towards their shippers (i.e., refrains from antagonising them unjustly) and can recognise the basis for both ships, please know that my irritation isn't directed at you.

I probably mentioned this already, but you have great tastes in ships. Just a few things I wanted to note as I went through your list and comments... ❉ You're right Hualian truly has the greatest love story ever!

❉ Wei Wuxian is in my top 10 favourite characters too! Each member of the MXTX protagonist trio is so well written tbh.

❉ Akatsuki no Yona is my favourite shoujo manga. I'd love them to animate the rest of it. I'd ascend if we got a Fruits Basket-like remake!

❉ Coincidentally, I also started shipping BakuDeku in 2019, which is when I started BNHA.

❉ As for the ObiYuki vs. ZenYuki debacle... My heart is torn in two, which is why I haven't read the manga yet. I started the show and shipped ZenYuki, but over time I started drifting towards Obi instead. ZenYuki is a solid ship, but ObiYuki really packs in all of my favourite tropes. So, I ultimately included both ships, knowing that both sides of the fandom might not be pleased with me. I've never been an OT3 person, but I feel like that might be the direction I'm heading towards...

❉ Regarding Taichi/Chihaya I actually have a funny story concerning them... As I was bingeing S3, I saw some spoilers, which led me to believe they weren't canon, which upset me so much that I refused to finish the anime—whereas, before this, I'd been planning to start the manga immediately. After a few months, I realised I'd been misguided, and they were in fact canon! I subsequently finished the anime but haven't gotten around to the manga yet.

❉ I'm never going to get over the ending of Bleach. Before the TYBW arc, all the development and symbolism pointed towards IchiRuki becoming the endgame... The switch-up was insane!

I've been trying out a lot of new anime recently. I actually only started watching new anime seasonally from the first episode a year ago, so keeping up with 12 anime this season has been challenging. ❉ I'm currently watching Nina: The Starry Bride as it airs. Since I heard good things about it from manga readers and had been itching for a fantasy shoujo anime for a while now, I checked it out as soon as the first episode dropped. It's definitely been a journey, and I'm still formulating my thoughts about it... In all honesty, the first episode was lowkey disappointing—but I think that's because my expectations were too high. I feel like it lacked the drama and intrigue that Akatsuki no Yona's first episode had—which was what people had compared it to. However, 8 episodes deep, and I'm really enticed! I really look forward to it every week and am excited to see where the story goes! Are you rooting for Azure or Sett?

❉ I'm also currently watching Yakuza Fiancee. The show really shook me to my core. Like damn, these people are crazy! It's really entertaining though, and for once I have no idea where the story is headed since the show is so unpredictable to me. However, I'm not sure I can commit to shipping Yoshino with Kirishima yet. I kind of want her to stick to her plan of up and leaving in a year... But we'll see...

❉ I watched Cherry Magic as it aired as well. It was pretty funny and sweet—but sadly, for some reason, I didn't really form a solid attachment to any of the characters... It's possibly because at the time other shows gripped me more, but I can't say for certain. I might revisit it again sometime when I'm under less stress. ❉ Lastly, I haven't seen I'm in Love With The Villainess...

I tried to cover everything. Sorry if I rambled too much... Hopefully I didn't miss anything important...

[did-someone-say-aliens]

Pinned Post 2025 !!!

Hello ! I’m Artie :) I realized I hadn’t updated my pinned post since 2023 SO I decided that I’m gonna make a new one every year!

I’m autistic, I’m an INFJ 4w5, I’m aromantic and asexual, and I am NOT an alien in disguise trying to abduct your pets! Glad we’ve made that clear !!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not talk to me or interact with me or be near me IF you are homophobic, transphobic, a TERF, support Israel, a proshipper, or a “MAP” (pedophile) please thanks

ON THAT TOPIC. I can’t donate to gaza campaigns or gofundme’s at all because I have. No money. But I of course of course will reblog and link gofundme’s!

Pronounz:

She/he/they/it/Bug/clown/alien/snail/rain/worm/xe/xyr/xir/ze/ne/ nym/phey/phem/ve/vem/ver/vim/ce/cir /moth/ghost

I collect pronouns. I just stash ‘em in there yknow. Like marbles. “Normal” society has made me tone down all the emoji pronouns tho

Alt Accounts & Other Socialz

@kinnie-central: I make custom kinnie bingo’s :)

@costasella: Warning I barely post there. It was supposed to be an rp account for my pressure oc!!

@cr-polls: I post here the most, I make cookie run polls :D for every game.

Itch.io

Bluesky

Fandoms I’m in + Roleplay info under the cut because those lists are way way way too long

Fandoms:

2001: A Space Odyssey 

Animal Jam

Aggretsuko

Animal Crossing

Ace Attorney

Avatar the Last Airbender

Alice In Wonderland (OG, Tim Burton, and American Mcgee)

Amphibia

Adventure Time

Attack On Titan

Arcane

Bungo Stray Dogs

Bigtop Burger

Battle For Dream Island

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Bluey

Blue’s Clues

Battle Kitty

Baldi’s Basics

Cookie Run (Kingdom, Ovenbreak)

Crowscare

Critterspace

Captain Underpants

Corpse Factory

Cuphead

Dayshift At Freddy’s

Danganronpa (1, sdr2, V3)

Deltarune

Doors

Doki Doki Literature Club

Does Dungeons & Dragons count?? 

Dogman

Dandy’s World

Death Note

Dialtown

Demon Slayer

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

Death and Taxes

Decora Girlz

DC (mostly batman and DC Superhero Girls)

Electric Dreams

Ensemble Stars

ENA (OG and Dream BBQ)

Ever After High

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Fundamental Paper Education

Friday Night Funkin’

Ghost and Pals

Gorillaz

Good Omens

Genshin Impact

Gravity Falls

Gavril

Homestuck

Happy Tree Friends

Hooky

Hello Puppets

It’s Not Me, It’s My Basement

Inside Job

Inanimate Insanity

Invader Zim

Indigo Park

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

John Doe

Kirby

K-On!

Lalaloopsy

Littlest Pet Shop

Lego Batman

Lord of the Rings

Little Nightmares

Lollipop Chainsaw

Leftovers

Legend of Zelda

Magical Girl Site

Milky Way and the Galaxy Girls

My Little Pony

Minecraft/Minecraft Story Mode

Marionetta

My Hero Academia

Monster High (All gens!!!)

Mouthwashing

Mad Father

Milk Inside a Bag of Milk

Mario

Night in the Woods

Ninjago

Nimona

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Needy Streamer Overload

Ninja Turtles (Mostly Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Omori

Over the Garden Wall

OK K.O

Octonauts

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Project Sekai

Pressure (Roblox)

Puppet Combo (All games)

Parappa The Rapper

Powerpuff Girls

Pepper’s Playhouse

Popee The Performer

Pokemon

Portal 1 & 2

Pete The Cat

Regretevator

Raggedy Ann

Ruby Gloom

Resident Evil

Rhythm Heaven

Regular Show

Splatoon

Secret Alliance

Star Trek

Sesame Street

Stardew Valley

Strawberry Shortcake 

Star Vs The Forces of Evil

Sailor Moon

She-Ra 

Spooky Month

Sanrio

Spiderverse

Studio Ghibli

Serial Experiments Lain

Sonic the Hedgehog

Skullgirls

Steven Universe

Sally Face

Smile for Me

Shopkins

Steve Saga

SCP

Tangled The Series

The Sun and Moon Show

The Future Diary

The Muppets

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Twelve Forever

The Thief and the Cobbler

The Walten Files

The Mandela Catalogue

The Magnus Archives

The Lego Movie

Tattletail

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Trolls

The Stanley Parable

The Case Study of Vanitas

The Owl House

The Amazing World of Gumball

Transformers

The Amazing Digital Circus

Undertale/Underverse/Undertale AUs

UM Jammer Lammy

Unikitty

Vocaloid

Varian and the Seven Kingdoms

Watamote

Wander over Yonder

Warrior Cats

Welcome Home

Wordgirl

Yuppie Psycho

Yandere Simulator

Your Turn to Die

Yo Gabba Gabba

Fandoms and Characters I’ll Roleplay:

Roleplays: OPEN!!

ROLEPLAY RULES!!!

No NSFW, non-con, or anything like that, not even normal shippy romance stuff. So so so uncomfortable 😭 To be clear, I don’t care if your character has a relationship with someone else or whatever whatever, AS LONG AS IT’S NOT WITH ME WE’RE OKAY.

Don’t try to control/dictate what my character is doing for me, it makes me sad 😔

I get demotivated really easily so please keep that in mind when we do stuff, I also have SUPER SUPER BAD SOCIAL ANXIETY so please be patient with me :,)

Don’t askbox roleplay please!! I don’t like to roleplay publicly it’s really nerve wracking and embarrassing, I’ll totally do it in DM’s though!!

More to be added!

FANDOMS + CHARACTERS I RP

Ace Attorney: Edgeworth, Alita Tiala, Apollo Justice

Amphibia: Marcy Wu, Dr. Jan, The Core/Darcy

Adventure Time: Magic Betty, BMO, Fern, Ice Finn

Bungo Stray Dogs: Dazai, Edgar 

Cookie Run: Pure Vanilla Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, Truthless Recluse, Whipped Cream Cookie

Dayshift At Freddy’s: Dee

Danganronpa (1, sdr2, V3): Kokichi Oma (Pregame, Ingame, or Postgame), Mikan Tsumiki

Doki Doki Literature Club: Yuri, Sayori

Dandy’s World: Razzle & Dazzle, Astro, Twisted Glisten

Death Note: Near, Teru Mikami

Five Nights At Freddy’s: Puppet/Charlie, Sun/Eclipse

Ghost and Pals: Christopher, Creative Piko “Tock”, Epta

Inside Job: Reagan

Lalaloopsy: Rosy Bumps N Bruises, Haley Galaxy

Milky Way and the Galaxy Girls: Mars, Uranus, The Moon

My Little Pony: Fluttershy, Starlight Glimmer, Sci-Twi

Minecraft/Minecraft Story Mode: Lukas, Ivor

Monster High: Twyla (g3), Ghoulia (g1)

ROTTMNT: Donnie

Omori: Sunny, Basil

Popee The Performer: Eepop

Portal: Glados, Caroline, Curiosity Core, Space Core

Ruby Gloom: Misery

Star Vs The Forces of Evil: Eclipsa, Celena

Sonic the Hedgehog: Shadow

Steven Universe: Peridot, Rainbow Quartz 2.0

Sally Face: Sal, Ashley

Smile for Me: Kamal, Dr. Habit

Tangled The Series/VAT7K: Varian, Nuru, Ulla

The Magnus Archive: Michael (Pre-spiral or spiral)

Undertale/Underverse/Undertale AUs/Deltarune: Dream Sans

Vocaloid: Fukase, Yowane Haku

Welcome Home: Wally, Sally

[tiskycat]

I had a moment earlier where I was thinking about how much of a filthy casual I am with pmmm because I only really know the main series girls and the magia record cast that made it to the anime and then I remembered the xkcd geologists

[crystalromana]

Apocryphia Bipedium- Ian Potter

[FIXED THE WONKY MOBILE EDITING. >.< IT LOOKED FINE ON DESKTOP]

[I am obsessed with this short trip so I had to bring it to Tumblr. Yes I did just copy and paste this page by page out of the pdf and formatted it. I think about it all the time. Anyway.

Apocrypha Bipedium takes place in the gap between Time of the Daleks and Neverland. Enjoy]

A Suggestive Correlation of The Cressida Manuscripts with other Anomalous Texts of the Pre-Animarian Era as proposed for Collective Consideration by Historiographic Speculator Anctloddoton.

In my selection and placement of the following extracts from the literature of the extinct worlds, I have attempted to draw suggestive parallels between some of the Problem Texts of the humanoid cultures. Obviously, the records of those times are now so fragmentary that any conclusions we draw from the surviving evidence must remain speculative. We cannot know what evidence we are missing, thus the linking of events posited by the presentation of these documents must remain a tentative hypothesis at best.

HS A From The Primary Cressida Document – Suppressed Texts of the Vatican Library, A Mysteria Press Original, 2973 CE.

The past is another country, the Doctor used to say. By which I suppose he meant it’s a nice place to visit but you wouldn’t want to live there, and you can have real problems with customs when you arrive.

I grew up in the future myself, which makes living in the past tricky at times. Liverpool was a great place to grow up if you were into the past though. It was full of it; the Campus Manor theme park, the castle, the Beatles Memorial Theatre, The Saint Francis of Fazakerley Museum, the Carl Jung Dream Tour, Post-Industrial Land and all those cathedrals, you were tripping over history everywhere. Mummy’s parents came from there too, so it was practically like we knew reallife olden days people.

It was much better than Liddell Towers where we lived in New London – most of the history near there seemed to be about some silly girl who’d let a professor of sums take photos of her and fell down a rabbit hole, or about those awful Daleks wiping out Southern England with mines and things. Much duller and hardly any variety in the rides at all.

Here in the actual olden days there’s not much past anywhere, just loads of future, and the rides are even less fun, all carts and donkeys and hardly any roads. We’re moving again, you see, dear diary. Even though the conquering Greeks don’t really seem to want to colonise any of Asia Minor themselves they don’t seem to want any Trojans settling back down anywhere round here either. They’ve occupied what’s left of the city, I suspect mainly so Menelaus can find all the expensive bits of Helen’s jewellery she seems to have mislaid, and seem keen we don’t hang about too nearby. Mymiddon Hoplites apologetically move us on now and again, clearly wondering when they can decently be allowed back home to start fighting amongst themselves again, and so we pack up and move. Some of their chaps are still feeling rather tetchy for no good reason apparently. Troilus says there’s a silly rumour going around that some terrible woman, probably a goddess, went around whipping up aggression amongst the Greeks a few years ago by magic, leaving marks on their necks that mean they can’t calm down!

It doesn’t make any sense to me. I think I might just be getting the cleaned up version of a soldier’s tale actually. I think that happens with me a lot. People treat me like a silly little girl sometimes, which isn’t really fair when I come from the future and know all sorts of things they don’t. I’m an adult now, even if not being born yet does make me about minus four thousand officially.

I don’t think Agamemnon’s Greeks really know what to do now to be honest, and after a decade’s anticipation I don’t think the trade routes or the princess they were sacking Troy to get are quite as good as they were hoping. I think they’re just hanging around stopping us settling down and looking for lost costume jewellery until they can think of something better to do. Some of the Ithacans are moaning it’ll be another decade before any of them get home at this rate. Bless them.

Running out of room, dear diary. Will write more when I have some new goats’ hides.

From Not Necessarily the Way I Do It! The True Confessions of a Ka Faraq Gatri not just written for the money when trapped on a primitive planet and needing cash to buy parts by ‘Snail’, Boxwood Books, 300 AGB.

Of course the hairy kangaroo had been at the mind rubbers and didn’t even realise the sword was there! How we laughed. Terrible namedropper, Zodin, but worth her weight in soufflé all the same

Naturally enough, mention of name-dropping reminds me of another anecdote, this one relating to dear old Bill Shakespeare, one of the finest writers and most atrocious spellers of any age. I’ve met him several times now and hope to again if I ever get off this pre-warp- engineering dustball. The last time was during that sticky business with poor Kitty Marlowe and those Psionovores from Neddy Kelley’s old scrying glass that I related in Chapter 9, but perhaps our most awkward misadventure together was the time I introduced him to some of his own characters, who included, as it happened, a dear, dear friend of mine.

From The Dairy of an Edwardian Adventuress by Charlotte Elspeth Bollard, Library of Kar-Charrat. The work, having suffered some worm damage in the Great 2107 AD Cock Up, is presented here in the Elgin decorruption.

Travelling with Wilf and the Doctor was a curious experienced already felt somewhat out of sorts with time, having discovered my very existence was making history split in two, but sharing a home with a boy from the 16th Century and a man who seemed to come from nowhere so much as his own imagination, merely heightened my feeling that I no longer belonged to any era.

We three fellow time travellers had so very little in common beyond having all read the plays the boy had not yet written that the small talk had been small indeed, and, after a few days of the Doctor failing to get Wilf home, the atmosphere had become a little tense.

Wilf, it further transpired, had difficulty reading anything written in more modern Anglish than his own, which meant there had been little of a literary nature to distract him during his sojourn with us once he had read and re-read the Doctor’s picture books about Frinchs, Sneetches, Ooblecks and Cats in Hams.

Thankfully, towards the end of Wilf’s stay with us the Doctor had discovered a futuristic version of Lido called Peter Pan Pop-O-Matic Frustration that we could enjoy playing together and those last long hibiscus-scented afternoons in his music room passed pleasantly enough, without young Wilf having to constantly relate the escapades of besocked foxes to us.

The Doctor always won our games, usually coming from behind implausibly late in the day, and nearly always using some devious subterfuge to gain victory. Indeed, it was observing the childlike joy on the Doctor’s face at his underhand triumphs on the Peter Pan Pop-O-Matic Frustration board that I first realised just how much of Peter there was in his nature. Naturally, we loved him enough to pretend not to notice his cheating (I sometimes think the whole universe did) and at times towards the end we three had so much fun that I almost forgot I was a paradox, unpicking creation like Penelope at her tapestry in the heroic age we had just left.

From The Pseudo-Shackspur – works attributed to William Shakespeare collated by Heinrich Von Berlitz and Leopold Kettlecamp, Ampersand and Ampersand, 85 AH.

This passage from The Noble Troyan Woman of Troy – fragmentary foul papers of a naive work once attributed to the very young Shackspur, is worth quoting in full.

Act 2, Scene 1. A room within the box. Enter Mistress Charley, Doctor Shallow and Young Will.

Doct. Here at last! Our journey finally through. In fifteen hundred and seventy two. Young Will, regard the ceiling viewing dome – Stratford on Avon, the Hathaway home.

Will. But sir, on those bare hills, no swarths do roll. And no houses nestle ’twixt those craggy knolls – The sun burns with a fierce un-English light And that beach there is not a Warwick sight! That’s not Stratford displayed above us

Char. – Lest the Avon’s turn’d to sea, ’Od love us!

Many scholars have disputed the authenticity of this piece of alleged Shackspurian juvenilia, pointing out, fairly, that it does appear to be the only one of his extant works that the Bard biroed in a twentieth-century school jotter otherwise festooned in swirly ink blots and doodled hexagons. However, if Shackspur did travel in Time, as several scholars suggest, this objection falls away. A more compelling argument for its inauthenticity is the verse style, experimenting uniquely within the Shackspurian canon with strict iambic pentameter composed entirely in rhyming couplets. Whilst dreadful, it is nothing like as appalling as that in Shackspur’s earliest known adult writing

***

From Tales from the Matrix – True Stories from TARDIS Logs Retold for Time Tots by Loom Auntie Flavia, Panopticon Press, 6833.8 Rassilon Era. Part of the Wigner Heisenberg Collection, The Mobile Library, Talking Books Section. Location currently uncertain.

The Doctor flicked the temporal stabiliser off and pulled down the transitional element control rod taking him out of the Vortex. Quite the wrong way to actualise and quadro-anchor even a Type 40 Time Capsule, isn’t it? Exiting the interstitial continuum at the perihelion of a temporal ellipse can cause serious buffering in your harmonic wave packet transference and sever your main fluid links, can’t it?

‘Here we are, Stratford on Avon, 1572!’ announced the Doctor proudly and wrongly. If he’d ever bothered to use his Absolute Tesseractulator to pinpoint his dimensional locations he wouldn’t have made these kind of mistakes, of course, but the Tesseractulator had never come out of its box, had it?

Charlotte Pollard, the Doctor’s friend, came over to him and flicked on the ceiling scanner.

A friend’s an Earth thing. It’s a bit like having a colleague or fellow student you co-operate with, but without any exams or project targets at the end to make the co-operation meaningful. There was a fashion for having them on Gallifrey at one time, ask some of your older cousins about it, they might remember.

Charlotte squinted at the view outside. It didn’t look like the Stratford she’d visited, with neither alien enslavers nor half timbered tea shops anywhere in sight. ‘Are you sure?’ she asked.

‘Positive. Ish,’ replied the Doctor. William Shaxsberd, a young man they’d promised to drop off in 1572, put down his coloured crayons and came to join them.

‘It does not look much as it once did, Doctor,’ said William, looking at the ceiling and cricking his neck.

The Doctor followed suit. The dustbowl outside was certainly not Warwickshire in any era he’d visited, ‘No. Indeed not,’ he admitted. ‘I think the rift in the Vortex is introducing a random element into my calculations.’

Do you remember the rift in the Vortex, from last time? That’s right, the Doctor made that too! It was due to the paradoxical interaction of two paravertical chronostreams further complicated by three retro- temporal augmented causal feedback loops, wasn’t it?

‘Another random element?’ asked Charlotte, ‘More random than the way you play “eeny meeny miney mo” with the buttons?’

‘Ha, Charley,’ said the Doctor. ‘Tres amusent.’

Charlotte turned to William to explain, ‘That’s French, Will, for “I’ve been banged to rights, Miss Pollard”,’ she said.

‘I somehow knew,’ William replied.

‘Really?’ asked Charlotte. ‘How?’

‘It’s a Time Lord gift, Charley,’ said the Doctor, ‘and yes it would be awfully de trop to ask how it works.’ Or at least that’s whatCharlotte thought he said. William heard something quite different of course.

Well, let’s get out there then,’ said the Doctor, opening the doorswithout taking any proper readings.

‘Er, why?’ asked Charlotte.

‘Because until we know how far out the rift has shunted us in spaceand time we won’t know how to get to Stratford, 15 diddlydiddly...’explained the Doctor, waving his hand vaguely as he searched hismemory for the end of the four digit number he’d lost interest in.

‘Seventy-two,’ prompted William.

‘The very same.’ The Doctor beamed, ruffling the young man’s hair in a way that, thanks to the TARDIS telepathic circuits alone, seemed endearing rather than insufferable and over familiar.

William and the Doctor headed for the doors. Charlotte was troubled though.

‘Won’t my temporal instability cause untold problems to wherever we are?’ she asked, quite sensibly, all things considered.

‘Oh, very probably, I expect,’ replied the Doctor airily, ‘but if you spent your whole life worrying about the consequences of your actions you’d never get anything done and the consequences of that would be unthinkable, wouldn’t they? Faint heart never bowled a maiden over,you know.’

Charlotte scowled. ‘Mind,’ added the Doctor as he stepped out of the control room, ‘neither did Katie “the Beast” Davies, if I remember my22nd-century Wisden correctly.’

That was an allusion to the Earth game Cricket, wasn’t it? It was the Earth’s planetary sport, despite the fact that humans were the worst players of it in the galaxy if you remember.‘

Doctor, I find your words confusing,’ said William as he followed him out.‘It’s a Time Lord gift, Will,’ Charlotte whispered. ’You’ll get used to it.’

* * *

From The Primary Cressida document

New hides! This keeping a journal business is awfully tricky when you’ve no paper around, but before mummy died, she did make me promise I’d write one when I eventually settled down. It’s a family tradition that’s been handed down for generations apparently, not that I ever saw mummy’s.

Anyhow, Troilus is still very eager to settle soon, but where? I’ve ruled out going east to the Holy Land because from what I remember from history and my travels we’ll get no peace there and the rest of the Med and Adriatic has already been bagsied. Troilus reckons Aeneas will have already have set up somewhere by now and we should have gone off on his boat when we had the chance. I just nod, and try to explain wave particle duality to the little ones.

I have a vague feeling I learned something about Aeneas from the UK-201’s didactomat box way back in the future. I think he ended up with Dido in Carthage for a bit, which confuses me because I thought Dido’s music was Late Classical, which must be after this period, surely. I’m sketchy on the details to be honest. I only remember it was Dido and not Sister Bliss because the planet we crashed into on the way to Astra was named after her.

Funny thinking about Dido, that was the place I’ve called home longest in recent years. I’ve been a nomad a while really – split between London and Liverpool as a girl, never knowing whether to talk posh and southern or not, emigrating to off-Earth with daddy, hopping about through Time with the Doctor, and now traipsing around Turkey with Troilus and his mates before its even called that or has any tourist facilities to speak of. I think I must have ‘space travel in my blood’ as one of those Baroque composers put it!

I’ve been wondering when I should discover electricity and plumbing a bit recently, these fleeces don’t clean themselves like proper clothes, so the sooner we can invent the twin tub the better. Are we before or after that Monk who invented things too early here, I wonder? I don’t want to mess things up like he did, but I’m shocking on dates. I just paid attention to the stories in the history books really, not the order they happened in. If I’d known the way round history went was going to be important I would have had the machine teach me it. Of course, as a child you never expect all that history around you is going to run away into the future like it has, do you? I’ve decided I’ll probably start with a steam engine and see if that messes up my memory of the future. The way I see it, it’ll be impossible for me to invent anything that’ll stop me being born so I can’t do too much harm.

I casually suggested making things out of iron the other day, which I know is a big step forward but everyone just laughed. Too brittle and hard to work compared to bronze or tin, they said. I suppose they’re right. You have to do something to it to make it strong, I remember that. I just don’t remember what that something is. For all I know my quad physics equations and could still compose a cogent analygraphfor the fall of the Mallatratt Protectorate, I’m a bit rusty on a few of the basics. Going to take us years to get garlic bread and sound radio at this rate.

Of course, I had a bit of training for life without the mod cons on Dido, so I can cope, but what makes things really fiddly at the moment is that my future’s past is catching up with my present, which is complicated enough to write down, let alone experience.

We’ve just bumped into the Doctor as a young man, and I’m sure it’s really bad form for me to let on I recognise him when as far as he’s concerned he’s not met me yet.

From Not Necessarily the Way I Do It!

My plan was pretty much the usual one, to go out and see if we could find out the year and our whereabouts in a way that wouldn’t arouse any suspicions, and then hang around until nightfall to get a better fix from the position of the stars. It may sound dull but I’ve found if I do that I usually find something or other to get embroiled in before sunset.

We stepped circumspectly out of the Ship and set off in search of the nearest habitation, ready as ever to improvise any number of cover stories to explain our presence and strange garb. As luck would have it we soon ran into one of the locals, and were able to subtly winkle out the info we needed on route to his encampment.

From The Dairy of an Edwardian Adventuress

People say you should never look back of course, advice we’ve been ignoring since Orpheus and EuroDisney, but I can’t help thinking that if the Doctor hadn’t landed us in the aftermath of the Trajan War a lot of that beastly business with the Time Lords might have been avoided later.

As usual the Doctor rejoiced in dropping straight into the middle of things without a moment’s forethought. Impossible, exasperating man,I tried to protest but somehow he just brushed my complaints away with a smiled shouldn’t have let him, but he did have such a lovely smile.

* * *

From The Pseudo-Shackspur

The Noble Troyan Woman of Troy

Act 3, Scene 2. Another part of the hillside. Enter Mistress Charley, Doctor Shallow and Young Will.

Doct. Yoohoo! Mister Goatboy, excuse me please, Could you tell me what time and place is this? Char. Discreet as ever.

Enter a Goatherd.

Doct. Yes, but awfully brave. Young man, there is information we crave. What land is this and what year are we in? We’ve lost track of both in our travelling.

Char. Oh I give up, you’re so inconsistent.

Doct. Just smile prettily, act like an assistant.

Char. But I never know what trick you’ll pull next!

Doct. Just grit your teeth, smile and stick out your chest; Magic’s best tricks work by misdirection.

Char. So I’m just here to stir his –

Will. Affection?

Doct. Quite so Will, a pretty face inspires trust. True, I’m afraid, if not awfully just. This chap will tell us the time and the place And Presto well head straight back into Space!

Goat. Eleven eight three BC is the year This is Hisarlik in Anatolia. I expect you’re traders from Phoenicia To be garbed and garbling here so queer. You’ve been ship wreck’d and concuss’d I’ll be bound. Which’ll be why you have no goods around. We must offer you shelter at the least Pop back home with me and well have a feast.

Char. How can he know he lives before Our Lord?

Doct. It’s just a translation device that’s flaw’d. It’s an awfully clever mechanism But it causes the odd anachronism. Kind goatherd, we would love to share a meal And watch the evening stars above us wheel. For by such means we will precisely know Our station now and where we next must go. Exeunt Omnes.

From Tales from the Matrix

‘Do we really need to do this?’ asked Charlotte as the band trudged wearily after the herdsman in their impractical shoes, ‘Surely the date and location he’s given you is enough?’

‘Perhaps,’ the Doctor replied, ‘but studying the stars will allow me to be more accurate. Besides, I’m famished. We haven’t eaten for minus three thousand years, bear in mind.’

So the Doctor and his companions blithely headed off into further temporal confusion, unaware that the goatherd had seen the TARDIS arrive and knew full well who the Doctor was already.

There’s a lesson there for anyone who thinks it’s clever to keep their TARDIS in one form, don’t you think? The Ionic Column factory preset might look nice, for example, but when using it means every Grun, Za and Caius in the Cosmos knows who you are immediately, it rather defeats the point of a chameleon circuit.

From The Primary Cressida document

One of our herdsmen saw the TARDIS arrive in the next valley this afternoon and instantly recognised it as the mobile temple that had prefigured the city’s fall, and the Doctor as a younger version of the old man from my tales.

He sent his mate back to tell us so we all had time to prepare ourselves and could all pretend we believed the Doctor’s implausible story about being a trader from Phoenicia when he turned up an hour or so later.

It’s definitely him, probably about 40 years before we met. He dresses similarly, his hair is curlier and darker and his face looks a bit different, but the years are never kind, are they? Amazingly, he’s almost as vague as a young man as he was when old, if not quite so ummy and erry. I’d always assumed that was because he was getting on a bit.

Thankfully, no one here’s too thrown by the idea of time travellers after me relating all my adventures to them, though one of the boys did ask me why the Doctor didn’t walk and talk backwards when his past was in the future. I was very clear why not when I started explaining it, but I must admit I got a bit confused as I went along. He hasn’t recognised me of course, dear diary, and we’ve invited him and his friends to have tea tonight.

From Not Necessarily the Way I Do It!

Well, imagine my embarrassment when we arrived at the fellow’s encampment and who was in charge but my old friend Vicki (now calling herself Cressida of course) and her new husband Troilus, who I’d never actually met, due to quite heavy escaping commitments around the time they got together.

I realised with a start that young Bill Shakespeare was due to write a play about this couple in a few years, and that unless I was careful thismeeting would almost certainly be what inspired it, thus complicating Bill’s already tortuous history further and bringing yet another new paradox to mine. I’d only let Vicki go away with Troilus at Troy’s fall because once I heard she was calling herself Cressida I’d assumed it was predestined (well, I was young, I believed in that kind of thing), I knew there was a play about the couple by Shakespeare and thought I was helping history take its course by hitching them up. Now, if I’d only done that because my future actions would one day bring that play about, I’d accidentally made a big chunk of my past dependent on my future, which, as you know, isn’t really the accepted way of going about things.

I reasoned it was vital for the tidiness of the time line that I kept Bill from learning the background of Troilus and Cressida in any detail, ideally forgetting as much of their present as he could too.

To complicate matters further, Vicki had actually seen Bill as an adult on my time telly, the Time Space Visualiser. She was never the most historically careful of girls, and I feared that if she found out who he was, she’d probably tell him all about his future at the court of Elizabeth and getting the commission to write The Merry Wives of Windsor and the inspiration for Hamlet on the same day and how he’d sprained his wrist in his rush to write both.

All it might take, I thought, would be one slip from any one of us, accidentally mentioning the words TARDIS or Zeus Plug over dessert, say, and causality would be tangled up like President Pandak’s kittens in twine, quicker than you could explain what you pop in a Ganymede socket.

Luckily, it seemed Vicki hadn’t spotted how anachronistic our garb was and hadn’t realised I was her old friend, seeming to completely swallow my inventive tales of sea faring, despite Charley’s rather fanciful insertions about hook-handed pirates.

I had, of course, underestimated her, as a quick and entirely accidental glance at her diary before dinner proved. Not knowing I could regenerate, she had taken me for my young self in my first form and thought she was protecting me from foreknowledge!

This, of course, suited my purpose. All I reckoned I had to do now to save Time from chewing itself to bits was keep Will busy and make sure Vicki didn’t relate her history to any of us over dinner.

Oh what tangled webs we weave, when tidy temporal strands we try to leave.

From The Dairy of an Edwardian Adventuress

Mr and Mrs Troilus seemed a sweet couple, he a lanky chap with a curly beard and a well-meaning expression and she a rather enthusiastic young thing with big eyes, yet the Doctor had become rather shifty from the moment we met them. I knew he was preoccupied by something, but I had, at that time, no idea what. After some fun, improvising tales of derring-do on the high seas to prove our credentials as traders, he took me to one side and explained that I had to get Wilf as squiffy as possible at the feast that night for reasons it was simpler at that moment not to explain. He said history depended on me getting the boy so drunk he could neither speak nor remember his behaviour the next morning. I’m normally quite good at that kind of thing, it was hardly my fault the Bawd was a functioning alcoholic at the age of eight.

From The Pseudo-Shackspur

The Noble Troyan Woman of Troy

Act 4, Scene 1. An encampment in the mountains. Enter Mistress Charley, Doctor Shallow, Young Will, a goatherd, Troilus, Cressida, divers villagers and guards severally.

Doct. Hello. (Aside) Her! ’Tis Vicki, I should have guess’d. I never with good geography was bless’d Hisarlik is the modern name for Troy. Quite a temporal tangle, boy oh boy! (To Cress.) Ha ha, my hearties! We here are sailors three. (Aside) I can but hope she does not see ‘tis me.

Cress. (Aside) Deceit upon deception! Can this be The Doctor who I first took it to be? Is this him when young as I assumed? Or must deeper deceit be presumed? I’ll play along until the truth I know. (To Doct.) Good mariners, welcome and hello.

Will. (To Char.) What’s this strange accented charade about?

Char. (To Will) Who knows, we’ll be, I bet, last to find out.

From Tales from the Matrix

Yes Time Tots, exactly! The first thing any of us would have done would have been to get out of there quickly before we compromised the causal nexus. Staying for tea and imbibing too much ethanol, which you’ll recall the Doctor had a particular weakness for on his mother’s side, doesn’t strike any of us as sensible!

From The Secondary Cressida document (a transcribed fragment allegedly found at a Church of Rome jumble sale) – Even More Suppressed Texts of the Vatican Library, A Hatper-Mysteria- Ellerycorp Press Original, 2977 CE

My ruse worked, the robot’s read my carefully exposed diary and thinks I suspect nothing! He’s so obviously not really the Doctor it’s not true, but he doesn’t know I know that yet, so we have the advantage. He’s definitely a Dalek robot double like that other one they sent after us.

They’ve probably made him the young Doctor this time to make it less obvious. He does look a bit like he could be him sometimes if you’re not paying attention, but if you look closely his face is all wrong and his voice goes a bit funny sometimes like that other robot’s did, almost doing my accent at times! I think he’s probably feeding on my jumbled memories or something.

We’ll overpower him and his companions at dinner tonight and destroy them, they won’t expect me to know how to deactivate them.

From Not Necessarily the Way I Do It!

I’ve always been keen on wine, particularly the heavier oaky reds, though I find there is a rather tiresome tendency for them to be drugged by villainous blackguards sometimes, rather impairing the subtleties of the flavour, but wine in the Homeric era was quite a different proposition. What can I tell you about it except that it tasted awful but did the job?

It wasn’t the heavily resinated stuff the Greeks later went in for, thankfully, nor indeed that watered-down muck the ancient Romans used to dish out at parties, but I think it’s telling that the most flattering thing Homer had to say about it in the whole of The Iliad was how like the sea it was in hue. When you bear in mind he was blind, you can tell he’d had to ask around a bit to find anyone with something positive to say about it.

The food wasn’t much better either. It can be terribly hard eating out when you travel like I do. These days at home, I generally try to eat only things that don’t have a central nervous system, or that I’ve knocked up in the food machine, but sometimes, when you’re a guest, qualms like that have to go out of the window, particularly on worlds ruled by intelligent plants, where you’re best advised not to ask for a celery stick and to just stick your toes in damp soil like everyone else at the table.

Even then I try to stick to my principles and not eat anything with a sense of self, parliamentary democracy or sultanas in it.

This dinner was a particularly awkward affair; Charley acting like a slightly sloshed pirate queen, Vicki acting like she didn’t know me, Bill acting up, singing lewd madrigals that officially weren’t due for invention yet in his rather reedy girlish voice, and all the while me worrying about causality falling apart around me rather too much to fully enjoy the dolmades.

Suddenly, half way through the proceedings, the impossible happened: it took a turn for the worse. Vicki shouted out ‘Now!’, and lunged at my chest and started tearing at my waistcoat.

From The Dairy of an Edwardian Adventuress

My recollections of the ensuing events are somewhat hazy; I had been struggling to match young Wilt measure for measure, you might say, when I saw the Doctor being attacked. I launched myself at his assailant and missed, I’m told, briefly losing my dignity and consciousness in the process.

A shocking melee ensued by all accounts, with Trajans tearing at our clothes with cutlery and all the usual business with tables being turned and the like breaking out; I’m only glad I can’t remember the full details, because what little I do makes me blush quite enough.

It’s quite possible I told someone I loved them, and was sick later too. I’ve never been brave enough to ask. The next thing I remember clearly was being in the main tent with the Doctor explaining a lot and me apologising a bit, just in case.

From The Pseudo-Shackspur

The Noble Troyan Woman of Troy

Act 5, Scene 2. At dinner beneath the stars.

Cress. Take that, false Doctor! But where are your wires? In sparks and puffs of smoke you should expire. Could it be that you are the Doctor true?

Char. Get your claws off him, he’s mine, you wild shrew!

Will. Oh, Pillicock sat on pillicock

Char. Will you stop that terrible singing, Will? The Doctor and I are under attack From this Troyan host, while you’re supping sack. Join in the scrap and cease your carousel Lewd songs, anyhow, douse all arousal.

Doct. Vicki, Will, Charley, all, put down those knives! You’re all making the mistakes of your lives.

Cress. Vicki, you say? You should not know that yet. If you’re the young Doctor, we’ve not yet met.

Doct. Vicki, the reason that I know your name Is that inwardly I am still the same Man who left you at Troy some years ago, I can change my looks, if you didn’t know. Char. Doctor, do you mean that you know this wench?

Doct. We travelled together many years hence. I think it’s time I explain’d the full truth Of why I’ve deceived you all, forsooth.

Will. If she’s an old friend then tell me why You did keep that fact from Charley and I?

Doct. This is an old friend, Will, but, what is worse, She features, in decasyllabic verse, In a drama that you shall one day pen That means I shall leave her with this Troyan, If you only write it because you’re here Chronological conundra appear. Effects and causes whirl and spin about, Go through the wringer and turn inside out. The egg that hatches out your chicken Does in that self same chicken thicken.

From Tales from the Matrix

Then in direct contravention of fifteen universal laws of Time and two local statutes, the Doctor sat down and explained everything that had happened, and, in explaining it, he brought all the things he was worried about happening that hadn’t into the open, didn’t he?

Of course, it turned out that some of the things he was worried about were of no concern at all, but as a result of relating them he brought worse problems about.

I expect most of you have read stories about the Doctor in other books, and I expect some of you think he’s quite clever, even though he breaks a lot of rules, don’t you? Well, you’re right! In a crisis, he’s just the kind of person you need around, he can come up with ideas almost no one else could. The only problem is, when you’re not having a crisis, he’s just the kind of person to cause one.

From The Primary Cressida document

How embarrassing. It turns out the Doctor was the Doctor after all, only older and with a new face for some strange reason. The girl who drinks too much is his latest companion and the little boy with the dirty songs and the voice like a girl is William Shakespeare! Nice enough lad, no wonder he ends up in the theatre with that voice though, perfect for all those drag roles they gave boys. We had a lovely chat about Dido and Aeneas and told each other about our scrapes with the Daleks, and I let slip the odd thing I knew about his future.

He’s told me we should go and settle in England. Apparently there’s an old book he’s read by a chap called Geoffrey that says relatives of Aeneas were the first Britons I think it’s a super idea, ’ I know Troilus will like it in England, and I think we’ve persuaded the Doctor too! Just think! could be one of my own ancestors passing on my secret diaries for years and years, a bit like mummy’s family did! How smashing would that be?

From Not Necessarily the Way I Do It!

Of course I decided in the end that honesty would be the best policy and that as long as everyone knew the full facts, and swore not to be influenced by them, we could probably darn the hole in causality in such a way that it wouldn’t show. I sat everyone down in the central tent and explained. Well, what a Charlie I looked!

*** From The Dairy of an Edwardian Adventuress

Ridiculously, the Doctor had been worried about Wilf getting inspiration for the play Troilus and Cressida from meeting the real Troilus and Cressida! I protested that Wilf had already read his own plays in the future anyhow, but the Doctor countered that they’d have been corrupted playing texts and in a court of law it would be hard to prove that was down to him, whereas if Will had got any of the plot or characterisation directly through his adventures with us that was a bit more serious.

That was when Will started laughing.

From The Pseudo-Shackspur

The Noble Troyan Woman of Tray Act 5, Scene 4. A tent in the camp.

Will. But Doctor, I did not invent the tale Of Troilus and Cressida’s love that fail’d. Why, Geoffrey Chaucer told it years ago! I cannot believe that you did not know. Have you read even half of what you claim Or do you just like dropping well-known names? Cressida’s tale is part of tradition Not the result of my precognition Of future perfect past present events, If you will forgive me my mangled tense, And my quondumque futures version Should have put you off this girl’s desertion.

Char. You should have read your Brodie’s Notes on Will. The phantom threat you feared from his quill Was nothing but an insubstantial shade, And there’s a real spectre here I’m afraid. I’m half a ghost of Christmas yet to come, Remember, I’ve made history come undone. You’ve got paradoxes enough to be Getting on with, as far as I can see, So why do you search for new ones instead That only exist inside of your head?

Doct. If I had known the work of me laddo Would I have found menace in my shadow? I here resolve to watch much less TV And be the reader I do claim to be. For half my erudite orations Come straight from books of quotations.

From Tales from the Matrix

‘What was Helen of Troy actually like then?’ asked William Shaxberd as he helped himself to more wine.

‘Is,’ corrected the Doctor, prissily.

‘She’s a good egg by all accounts,’ said Vicki, politely not mentioning the fact she thought her looks had gone, ‘and Menelaus was happy enough to have her back, even after all the bother, so she must be quite nice when you get to know her, I suppose.’

‘Well, she would have to be a good egg really,’ said William, ‘Her father was a swan supposedly.’ Like most young human men of his generation, he knew the salacious bits of Greek Mythology surprisingly well.

‘Half human on his mother’s side?’ smiled the Doctor, thinking himself clever. ‘Aren’t we all?’

‘No, just men,’ said Charlotte through a falafel.

‘She has two birthdays they say, one when the egg came out of her mother and another when it hatched,’ Troilus revealed, leaning forward over the table and whispering in that conspiratorial manner people sometimes do when divulging well known but dubious trivia.

‘It would have been an easy birth if she was born an egg,’ said Vicki ruefully, one hand on her stomach.

‘An easy lay, you mean,’ William corrected.

‘So Paris said –’Troilus began, his eyes a twinkle.

He was shouted down by his wife seconds later, barrack room tale untold, and one of those awkward silences ensued that dinner party guests in all cultures and times know only too well.

‘Have you actually read Troilus and Cressida, Doctor?’ asked Charlotte a little later.

‘You ask me, who had a hand in some of Shakespeare’s finest work – who put the mixed metaphor in the “To be or not to be” soliloquy, who hired the bear for The Winter’s Tale, and who really shouldn’t have passed on the story of A Midsummer’s Night Dream, if I’ve read Troilus and Cressida?’ replied the Doctor, rather over-egging it in that way he usually did when he was on the defensive.

‘Yes!’ they cried as one.

‘Well, no,’ admitted the Doctor. ‘It’s supposed to be one of the better ones, and well, you know, I’ve been busy. I’ve still not managed to tune the Time Space Visualiser in to catch all of The Golden Girls and I’ve been trying for decades.’

‘She doesn’t end up with Troilus in it, she ends up with Diomede, andit’s set during the war not after it!’ said Charlotte patiently.

‘Diomede! That was Steven!’ Vicki laughed.The Doctor looked confused. ‘Vicki and Steven were just friends,weren’t you? Just the odd haircut and getting locked up together, Ithought.’

‘Yes, that’s right, how many times do we have to go through that?’Vicki explained, giving a petulant Troilus a peck on the cheek.

‘Well the legend must have got a bit confused by the time it gotwritten down I think Chaucer got it from a foreign book,’ said William,draining his goblet.

The Doctor beamed, thinking he’d got away with his tinkering again.‘So Troilus and Cressida weren’t predestined after all!’ he said

‘Well, only because of your lack of reading,’ snorted Charlotte.

‘Oh that is a relief,’ said the Doctor taking the wine jug from William and helping himself without asking.

‘Now what about this business of giving us charts to help us reach this Britain young Will spoke of?’ asked Troilus, passing the Doctor a goat’s cheese nibble.

‘I really shouldn’t,’ explained the Doctor. ‘If you go there, on the basis of the frankly dubious history of Geoffrey of Monmouth then Vicki is in danger of becoming one of her own descendants, which is at least as badas the things I’ve been trying to prevent all day.’

‘Oh go on Doctor, please!’ begged Vicki. ‘We could mine tin in Cornwall and I’d promise not to invent anything I shouldn’t as long as I lived, not even roller skates!’

‘I don’t think I should. I’ve made enough of a mess looking after young Charley here, the repercussions of me sending you to Britain because the unborn Shakespeare suggested it could be horrendous,’ said the Doctor, finally being responsible for once in his lives.

‘Oh go on Doctor, I’m unborn too, remember, so that shouldn’t matte rmuch,’ said Vicki.

‘And I’m only half here,’ said Charlotte grimly ‘Why stop messing about now? You should have stayed at home watching these Golden Girls of yours if you weren’t prepared to get involved in real people’s lives. They’re messy and not always in the order you’d like and sometimes too short, and they’re not always better for having you in them, but you either face that or hide away somewhere, don’t you?

’The Doctor kissed her.

‘What was that for?’ asked Charlotte.

‘To shut you up,’ he said. He tapped Vicki on the nose and smiled,’Come on, let’s carry on the party, and in the morning, when rosy-fingered Dawn has done her bit, we’ll sort out a good map of Europe for the Trojans and get them started on their boats. Any consequences which haven’t happened yet we can worry about later!’

Some of you will be shocked at just how naughty the Doctor was in this story: jeopardising the stability of all those will-have-might-have-been futures out there depending on him by interweaving all those strands of destiny connected to the Dalek race and all on the basis of a whim.

The Doctor already knew Dalek causality was partially snagged in a loop in Time and his friend was the focus of a temporal anomaly, but of course he had spent a jolly long time in the Vortex, hadn’t he? That meant his causal connections to events future, past and maybe- somehow were a great deal more jumbled up than most people’s and he was quite good at judging just how likely to snaggle the Web of Time his whims might be.

Or so he thought.

The Doctor believed in two very wrong things you see; firstly, in something he called personal morality that he thought was more important than doing the things simply everyone knows are right, and secondly, that he was cleverer than everyone else and could always sort things out.

He deserved what happened to him next, didn’t he?

Document from the Braxiatel Collection Shakespearean Ephemera wing, a note found in the effects of William Shakespeare by literary assessor Porlock. It is not believed to be in Shakespeare’s hand though it bears some graphological similarities to the disputed Scarlioni Hamlet manuscript.

List of things not to mention

The Daleks,

That you’ve met me before when we meet next (because you didn’t mention it last time, you know),

That you’ve read half your plays already

That I wrote all the good bits in Hamlet, [‘good bits’ later amended to ‘rubbish bits’ in a different hand]

The idea of cigars (until Raleigh gets back from abroad),

That cigars will end up named after some of your characters,

That someone called Raleigh will go abroad,

That Troilus and Cressida had a lovely marriage and lived happily ever after in Mousehole, no matter how the story goes in Chaucer,

Oh, the places you’ve gone and the things that you’ve seen

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“The taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.”

Hello Veils! I’m Just Me, think of this page as like my personal diary, my twitter where I post my every thought bc I hate twitter. I go by She/Her/Hers, I don’t have a title to my sexuality, I like who I like, but I lean heavily into adoring women and putting up with men. I’m a bit blunt and unfiltered, i cuss a lot and I can be vulgar, TMI doesn’t exist to me. I like gothic stuff but I only like black and white!

I post a bit of everything: Debates, random little musings, book and song recs, the fandoms I’m in, vents, etc. I don’t have much of a coherent thing for it, but yeah! You can also find me on all my other socials which will be at the bottom of the page! I call all my followers or friends “The Veiled Ones” so if you ask questions, comments, or anything like that I will probably call you by such!

All that aside, welcome to my page!

I am more than happy to have anyone interact with my page except these people!

-racists

-homophobes

-non-open minded people

-anyone judgmental

-proshippers

-Weirdo’s

-republicans (anyone who likes trump get the actual fuck out right now.)

-Pedos or predators (same thing basically)

-Really devote people to God (not for anything In particular, just because I post a lot of content that could be taken against Christianity and Catholicism. So just a heads up!)

All in all just don’t be a weirdo or a bad person and I’m just fine with you interacting with my blog! I’ll update this if I find out any other weird ones I can’t think off the top of my head right now!

About me!

Random info about me! I’m into psychology, literature, and philosophy. I am single but I do refer to Raven (fake name) as my wife or my baby! But she’s js my bsf. Fav songs at the current moment are

-Walk you home - Sir Chloe

-Heaven - I Monster

-Est-ce que tu m’aimes? - GIMS

My first language is English but I’m learning French and I can type and speak it to an extent! Any advice on how to learn better would be greatly appreciated. I am Thai, British, Mexican, and German as far as I know, but I was born in America. That’s basically it! Yeah!

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Hi EvansBlues, Red Flower here,

I was wondering if you were planning to do a post for the collective on the energy for the lunar eclipse on October 28 ? October has been a powerful month in terms of energy, and the end of the month may have some messages for us ?

I'd also like to give a message to the collective about healing, because there's a huge healing going on right now for humanity. Once again, I'm going to use CE's prism, since this page is dedicated to him and without realizing it, he has already embraced his role as leader of the collective.

Do you think sometime after Chris’ FS comes into the picture, he’ll quit some of all his vices ie smoking, alcohol, etc?? Not because she asked him to, but he won’t see the need to be use them at all or a lot.//

Chris will quit his bad habit before FS will come to the picture, cause when you're on the move to achieve reunion with your soulmate, it means your vibration is responding to the energy of the other. As long as his energy is low, he has no right to approach her. Someone who has a healthy lifestyle and has managed to understand who she is cannot be attracted by chaos. Right now, CE is chaos.

People who get out of addiction do so not because they've been asked to, but because they're fed up ! They're fed up with not feeling good. It's the only way to never fall back into addictions. Before FS, he'll want to focus on his health. Both mentally and physically, and this will enable him to establish a kind of routine that will bring him stability. He's also going to write, because as he won't be able to talk to the people around him about what's really going on in his head, he'll want an escape route to get out what's inside him. I don't know if it's a diary or just words on scraps of paper; but it'll help him get his emotions out. For alcohol and drugs, he'll need someone. But it won't last long, because he already knows deep down that it's a bad thing; in reality he just needs to talk without being judged. To get what's inside him out and free himself. And a little before the meeting with FS, when he'll have understood that he's the answer to all his questions, a profound spiritual awakening will take place. The people around him won't recognize him, because he'll be reborn : the famous Phoenix !

This is how the balance of light and shadow works. You have to illuminate the shadows to be able to see them, so that it no longer haunts you.

Namaste. Infinite Gratitude :)

I’ll do another eclipse reading and possibly one for Samhain. I wait for the energies.

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Hellow !

Un petit extrait d’Ayakashi 03 (partie 1, la seconde moitié est dans le post qui suit) pour la route !^^ (une des parties sympas du tome, le “Hiro Gaiden”).

[A little snippet of Ayakashi 03 (part 1, second half is in the next post) for the road!^^]

[(one of the cool parts of the tome, the “Hiro Gaiden”)]

Beaucoup le savaient, Hiro, comme Haitani font partie de mon petit package de persos pour qui j’ai beaucoup d’affection (mon “top 10” , qui est plus en fait un “top 15”^^).

[Many knew that, Hiro, as Haitani are part of my small package of people for whom I have a lot of affection (my “top 10” , which is more actually a “top 15”^^)]

Et j’avoue que pouvoir montrer pas mal de choses à leur sujet me fait super plaisir.

[And I admit that being able to show quite a few things about them makes me really happy]

J’espère que ce tome vous permettra de les redécouvrir et de les apprécier autant que moi !^^

[I hope this tome will allow you to rediscover and enjoy them as much as I do!^^]

Hâte de vous montrer biiiien plus via ce prochain tome qui sortira début Octobre 2024 ! (le tome avait été initialement prévu de mon côté pour Japan Expo, mais … voilà, petite incompréhension avec mon éditeur qui ne l’avait pas prévu aussi tôt; qu’à cela ne tienne, j’ai… rajouté des pages en bonus, pour le coup. UuU=)

[Looking forward to showing you soooo much more through this next volume coming out early October 2024! (the tome was originally planned on my part for Japan Expo, but… there you go, a little misunderstanding with my publisher who didn’t plan it so early; that’s not what it’s like, I’ve… added bonus pages, just in case. UuU=)]

Bref, à vos agendas pour les fans de la série, le tome est pour bientôt, et vous verrez, il sera mis bien en preview quand même à la JE.^^ Plus d’infos à suivre ! ^^= ********

[Anyway, on your diaries for fans of the series, the tome is coming soon, and you’ll see, it will be previewed well anyway at the European Championship.^^ More info to follow! ^^=]******** @poizongirl