#doc’s in

[doctorwhich]

going to eat frozen corn

[merlynic]

new teeth, new accent, apparently

[doctorwhich]

thank you four for ordering a fuckton of yarn

[doctorwhich]

making macarpni . someone in this house (body) has to fucking cook

[doctorwhich]

the host’s dad gave us a leather jacket that doesn’t really fit him and it doesn’t really fit us either but nine insists on wearing it over our regular bomber jacket because the bomber helps fill it out and he loves it That Much. it’s cold out anyway so i guess there’s no real reason not to but it’s still quite funny

[doctorwhich]

coloring sticky notes in entirely one color is definitely one of my odder methods of self stimulation

[doctorwhich]

realizing that the whole system can never remember ian’s fucking last name like some sort of cosmic joke on me specifically that i’m passing on to my headmates like a curse

[doctorwhich]

ohhh i do love when things are soft and very nicely sized

[doctorwhich]

crazy how through all of this i’m still horny. the gallifreyan spirit is unbreakable

[doctorwhich]

being a fictive with a weird grasp on identity is fun sometimes. for example;

[learns (technically re-learns) the term regenerative dissonance]

[several very distinct versions of my own voice with varying accents going “ohhhh” and murmuring in agreement]

[doctorwhich]

i don’t know what the hell i was thinking back in those days. pears are great. i love a pear. i could go for one now

[doctorwhich]

alright, intro post! hello! i’m a fictive of the doctor, good to meet you.

⏳ in this particular house, being a subsystem entails a sort of identity roulette. so far only a handful have “fronted,” but that’s subject to change.

⏳ if it helps, you could think of me as having regenerative dissonance. (i know that can be a contentious topic, considering its portrayal, but it genuinely does describe my experience.)

⏳ due to the nature of being a (former) time lord, gender’s a bit odd (i’ve been male, female, both, and neither), so i’ll take they/them regardless of form. gendered pronouns are really more for convenience, i don’t care all that much.

⏳ speaking of things that being a time lord makes weird — i’m an adult, up in, near, or around the 1000-2000s range, and the body’s 22.

⏳ the body also has ancestry from scotland (alba), ireland (éire), and wales (cymru) (among other places), and the system as a whole supports irish unification and scottish and welsh independence.

⏳ fuck terfs

⏳ “#doc’s in” is the main talking tag, but i also tend to sign my posts as whatever form i’m in. we’re all the same person at the core, and sometimes the form that starts a sentence isn’t the one that finishes it, but there are some slight differences. there’s no real rhyme or reason to it, just my own preference.

⏳ i also tend to use whatever number face i’m on as a stand-in for a name, especially in reference to the idiosyncrasies of specific forms, as you’ll see below.

⏳oh, also! my icon’s a (slightly edited) panel from the lost dimension comic, and my header’s from nasa :]

1️⃣ — largely internal, but hello. he/him, though i won’t argue other things for future versions of myself.

2️⃣ — two's recorder privileges have been revoked (on account of the system not having a recorder). picks fights with three a lot, but in a brotherly manner. he/him.

3️⃣ — three's the first one to have a husband, so that's something. not strictly a man, but still undeniably a gay one. picks just as many fights with two in turn. he/him.

4️⃣ — four’s quite an odd duck. just a delightful fool who wants to knit but lacks the focus to finish more than a couple of inches. ironically hates most jelly-based candies (but that's true throughout the system). he/him.

5️⃣ — five is more of a forgetful twink than eight, and that's saying something. mostly fronts with our adric, but not always. he/him.

6️⃣ — a young foolish transmasc, actually very similarly to the host. he/him.

7️⃣ — seven's honestly a bit of a bitch, but he makes it work. mostly only shows up to mediate intra-sys conflict. he/him.

8️⃣ — eight is a hopeless romantic with hopeless amounts of trauma. also took the “war doctor’s” role for a decent chunk of time (the “war doctor” doesn't seem to be in here anyway). he/they/various neos.

9️⃣ — nine’s pretty “as seen on tv,” with the exception of having taken the rest of the “war doctor’s” stint and being more openly nonbinary these days. still a he/him user though.

🔟 — ten’s scottish and a big fucking dork. took the front back when it was time for the fourteenth face. still goes by ten, though. he/him.

1️⃣1️⃣ — the best way to describe eleven is “audhd twenty-something haunted by embarrassing memories of being undiagnosed and unmedicated in middle school.” he/him.

1️⃣2️⃣ — twelve is only scottish when cross, tired, or drunk, just like the host’s grandmother. unfortunately the state of the world means he’s at least a little cross fairly often. he/him.

1️⃣3️⃣ — either sleeping or REALLY LOUD, no real in-between. she/her.

1️⃣5️⃣ — largely internal to hang out with the littles/middles, but does come by the front once in a while to knock some sense into someone having A Moment. he/him

aaaand that’s it. this post’ll get periodic updates purely based on whim. (last updated 20th feb. 2024)

until then, love with all you have, be kind as much as is possible, fight for a better world than you entered, and smash fascism wherever you find it.

saoirse don phalaistín! (yes, i’m aware that’s irish rather than scottish gaelic, but scotland hasn’t been nearly as vocal as ireland, so.)