#maybe i'll write some pre-time thoschei

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i was listening to the silt verses and listening to val (the saint who speaks things into reality) talk and it reminded me of some things damien the bright sessions (the mind manipulator) has said about his power, that once during a teenage tantrum he told his family to leave and they left and never came back

and it made me think about the isolus from fear her, the thousand year old children who play make believe so they dont go mad with boredom, not a subtle parallel for the doctor (and the master)

so im thinking about this pantheon and the doctor's domain of stories, and how his only weapon is his words. your make believe turns into reality, what you say is true, becomes true, the universe shapes around you

imagine the accidents. "the wrong word in the wrong moment". imagine trying to raise/steer/use a child like that

but also it seems the doctor isnt in control of this story anymore, its point of gravity has shifted. he can disappear, he can be written out. his love interest is a dnd player. it's real AND it's a game. "two things at once"

idk mostly im just rotating this concept of a deeply traumatised, unfathomably angry person with the power to change reality/minds (also to an extent reality in how much what we keep of reality is stored in memories, change memories -> change reality) but not necessarily complete control over this power, or even awareness of when theyre using it

the doctor who had him and the master swap memories and destinies and perhaps identities by telling death "take him". the master who takes things on tv to be real (why wouldnt he? he is on tv too). hypnosis. orders.

im also thinking about what happens when you yank the reins out of the hands of a control freak