#the doctor speaks

[the-eighth-article]

maybe they should send yana to a nursing home

[manylittleguys]

Hi! We're a plural sideblog from Theta's main account. This blog is meant to be a safe space for us, away from our main account where we are not openly plural. I (Arachne) made this blog for the rest of us just to talk about being plural, ramble a bit about our origins or our interests. Just whatever comes to someone's mind. We are a fictive heavy system.

Collective Intros: + anyone's signoff tag info. if not provided, they likely use their name as a signoff and no tag

Core System: the main body of the system, folks who aren't part of sidesystems

Arachne, Administrator & Collective Archivist. it/she. #The library spider

Theta, Host, MINOR. they/them, OG body-keeper. #thetaposting

Deadpool, Prosecutor, fictive. any, go crazy, have fun with my pronouns. no you do not have permission to call me by my name. #red. should be dead. no redemption

Wolverine, Anger Issues Holder, fictive. he/him (subject to change) no you do not have permission to call me by my name. #yellow clawed man. posts exclusively in orange text

Boo, introject. they/them (will change) #the cabinet maggot. posts exclusively in purple text

Eddie Brock, fictive. he/they ("they" ONLY when referring to Venom and Eddie collectively while using Eddie's name exclusively)

Venom, introject. it/they ("they" ONLY when referring to Eddie and Venom collectively while using Venom's name exclusively)

Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, introject. he&/they& (While being technically separate in headspace, they& are incapable of fronting separately and wish to be referred to as a unit) #The Holmes Siblings Are Speaking And You Will Listen

Mycroft Holmes, fictive. any "masculine" pronouns (no opinion) #The Holmes Siblings Are Speaking And You Will Listen

Eurus Holmes, introject. any pronouns (feminine preference) #The Holmes Siblings Are Speaking And You Will Listen

Gregory House, introject. he/him

The Pantheon: Sidesystem of Doctor Who fictives. They mostly keep to the innerworld as of late. collective he/they/it, although if any of them decide otherwise they'll bring it up. Collective tags: #🟦⏳, #the doctor speaks

Montessori Sidesystem: made up mostly of minors. please interact accordingly

J, Protector/Caretaker/Babysitter, fictive. he/they/it. #Cowboy Dad

Anoitos, syskid. he/she. #anni cherub

Dipper, syskid, fictive. he/they

Mabel, syskid, fictive. she/her

Link, frequent fronter, Chef & Rationalizer, fictive. they/he. #💚🗡️

A Major Sidesystem: SCP Foundation fictives. collective tags: #a major system, #🔫🤠

Francis W, frequent fronter, Gatekeeper, Consul, fictive. he/they

Apollo, Caretaker, Substitute Babysitter for the Montessori sidesys, noncanon fictive. he/him

Ukulele, Gunslinger & Auxiliary Gatekeeper, fictive. they/them

Alto (signs posts with "A.Clef" and variations), fictive. they/it. #Gay Horror Music Man

anyways, we're still not 100% clear on our complete origins, but we support endo/non-traumagenic systems. not going to have a collective DNI, but don't be rude, and we block liberally.

- Arachne

Edit: any headmates who do not front or use this blog have been removed from this list and/or will not be added until they do, even if they are referenced by other headmates.

[drfrankenjoe]

Trick or Treat

After being refreshed on some of the Original/Blue Spine books and some of the questionable decisions the boys make during them, I got an idea for... whatever this is.

I tried to make it ambiguous what time period this was set, but it probably comes off most like a chapter of the 1950's rewrites. This also functions a little bit as an exploration of Frank's relationship with Fenton and Frank in general. Enjoy?

CW: Drugging (It's nothing worse than what would be in the books.)

Just as the boys were about to flag a taxi, a mid-sized sedan pulled up beside them. Lowered windows revealed a man who looked to be in his forties with cropped brown hair, steely eyes, and a goatee.

“You Fenton’s boys?” the driver questioned.

“Yeah,” answered Joe. “Are you a friend of Dad’s?”

“He told me you two might be here. If it weren’t for his accident, he’d pick you up himself, but that’s why he sent me.”

“Thank you Mr…” Frank paused long enough to let the man give him a name.

“Just call me Rudy.”

“Thanks Rudy.” A wave of uncertainty overtook him. “It’s weird, though. I don’t think I’ve heard Dad mention a Rudy before.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve only known each other for a few days. I took him in after the landslide.” Rudy dug something out from his back seat. “He told me you might like these.”

His hand returned holding two candy bars, Choco-Chuckles, a chocolate bar filled with nougat, nuts, and caramel, and Coconutter, a peanut-filled peanut butter bar coated in coconut flakes.

Joe swiped the Choco-Chuckles. “These are my favorites, thanks a lot!”

Frank turned around the Coconutter in his hands, staring at it intently.

“What’s the matter, son?” asked Rudy.

“I’m not a big fan of Coconutters,” Frank responded, then smirked, “but Dad probably didn’t know; he has more important things to worry about. Thanks.”

Rudy’s face faltered some, then settled back into a friendly smile. “Of course. Now why don’t you go and load your luggage in the trunk? Then we can be on our way.”

Once the brothers stowed their belongings, they took their places in the back seat.

“So, how’s Dad?” Joe opened the candy bar in his hand. “He didn’t have to go to a hospital?”

“No, he just needs to lay down for a while, and he’ll be right as rain.”

“Good to hear.” He took a bite and swallowed. “I’m guessing you live up on the mountain, right? Must not get visitors often, huh?”

“You’re right about that. Detective genes must run in the family.”

“Dad told you he’s a detective?” Frank spoke up.

“Not in those words, but I’m aware of the famous Fenton Hardy. I gotta say, it was quite a surprise to see him show up near my cabin.” Rudy’s eyes shifted towards him in the rearview mirror. “You must be his older son—Sorry, I’m bad with names.”

“Frank.”

“And I’m Joe.”

“Frank and Joe.” Rudy bobbed his head. “Nice to meet’cha. By the way, Frank, what is your favorite candy bar if you don’t mind me askin’?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to get anything for me.”

“No, I insist. It’s gonna be a while before we get to my place.”

“Probably a Krispen bar? But anything without nuts is fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Allergy?”

“Just a texture thing. You really don’t have to. I can deal with the Coconutter.”

“No need to be so polite, it’ll only take a sec. ‘Sides, there’s somethin’ else I need to buy anyway.” Soon, Rudy pulled into a gas station, and the car came to a stop. He took a step outside. “You two sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

Frank took advantage of his leave to discuss the mystery. “I wonder if that landslide was foul play. Maybe Dad was onto something.”

“You think Rudy did it?” his brother yawned.

“What? No. Why would he leave us here alone if he was part of the counterfeiting ring?”

Joe shrugged with an ‘I don’t know’ sound, then laughed. “Yeah, I can’t imagine a real crook going out of his way to get you your favorite candy. Thank goodness he was there to help Dad.”

“Yeah. With him out of commission, we’ll really have to keep on our toes. There’s no telling what tricks the real culprits have up their sleeves.”

“You think? If they’re behind what happened to Dad, then I think they’ve used up all their big guns. How many landslides can they make on one mountain, anyway?”

Frank gave Joe a warning look. “Let’s not find out.”

Blue eyes stared at the unopened candy bar. “Say, if you’re not eating that Coconutter, can I have it?”

“Knock yourself out.” 

Instead of opening it right away, Joe pocketed it. “We could always do with some extra rations just in case you jinx us and things go badly.” He grimaced, holding a hand over his stomach. “I’d rather not have a repeat of the last time you half-remembered Chet’s berry advice.”

“I told you not to eat a bunch at once!”

“Only after you told me that if it’s not green, yellow, or white, it’s alright.” He wagged a finger along with the pneumonic.

Frank sighed. “I’ll make sure to take notes next time.”

The front door opened, and in came Mark with Frank’s bar. He handed it back to him. “Here’s your Krispen bar.”

“Thank you.” Hungrier than he realized, Frank tore into the candy bar just before realizing that it would probably be better if he saved it for some other time. Oh well. If push came to shove, he and Joe could split the Coconutter.

Rudy pulled out of the parking lot and onto a highway headed into the mountains. The leisurely drive lulled Joe to sleep somewhere along the way. Frank stayed up to think about the counterfeiting ring, but even he had to admit that his eyelids were getting a little heavy.

“Nice scenery.” Some small talk should keep him awake. “Do you drive into town often?”

“Only when I need somethin’. Gettin’ to see the mountain from far away like this makes it worth the drive, don’t’cha think?”

“Speaking of the mountain,” he might as well do some digging around, “I know you said you don’t get many visitors, but do people hike there often?”

“I know there’s a few people who do.”

“Have you seen anyone recently?”

“Other than your pa, can’t say that I have.”

“What about caves?” Frank stifled a yawn. “Do you know if there are any caves or mining shafts around?”

“Well, I reckon there’s some of those around, but I wouldn’t know where they are. I don’t venture too far outside of my cabin. You never know what might be lurking in those woods.” Rudy’s eyes narrowed, then softened. “Don’t feel the need to make conversation for my sake. I’m used to making this trip alone. You can take a nap if you’d like. I see your brother has.”

“It’s okay.” This conversation didn’t give Frank much to work off of, but he wanted to see what he could do with what he was given.

“Let me ask you a question.”

“Me?” 

“What’s it like havin’ a father like the great Fenton Hardy?”

To be honest, Frank preferred to be the one asking questions, but he supposed this one was innocent enough. “It’s great.”

“Must be proud of him.”

“Of course. I couldn’t ask for a better dad.”

Rudy’s eyebrows raised. “Well, it’s good you feel that way, I suppose. I do have to wonder, though, with him being so well-known, he must get a lot of cases, yeah?”

That was pretty obvious. “He does.”

“Do you see him often?”

“When we can.”

Rudy chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Maybe Frank was just tired and hungry, but he didn’t care for this guy’s tone. He took care not to show it. “Other people need him around more than we do. We know he’s doing important work out there, so we can’t be mad.”

“How noble. I can’t say I’d be so selfless in your shoes, but your pa–or maybe your ma in this case–must’ve raised you well.”

“Thanks, they both did.” Frank smiled.

“It’s a shame they never taught you not to take candy from strangers.”

Frank saw his own eyes widen in the rearview mirror. His thoughts snapped to Joe. He tried shaking him, calling his name, and even clapping directly by his ear, but nothing woke him up. After inspecting his candy bar wrapper, he found a puncture hole hidden discreetly by a flap. They’d both been drugged.

“He won’t be waking up for a while.” Rudy all but confirmed his realization. “And I wouldn’t jump out of a car going 70 mph if I were you,” he narrated Frank’s next one, “unless you just wanted to get things over with.”

Frank took his hand off of the car door, mentally kicking himself in frustration. There had to be a way for him and Joe to get out of this car safely.

“I dunno much about little Joey over there, or your father, despite how much time we’ve spent together–”

So he did know their father! He must’ve been holding him captive.

“–but you seem like a nice kid. Too nice for your own good. You and your brother probably just wanted to follow in your pa’s footsteps. Maybe this is your family’s weird way of bonding. I hope we can go easy on you.”

Frank stared angrily, not willing to give his captor more information than he already had.

“The silent treatment, huh? Just like your old man. You might think I’m lyin’, but I really do feel bad for you, kid. At least my pa prepared me for the job hazards before welcomin’ me into the biz. And he knew my favorite candy bar!”

His father was also a counterfeiter? Noted.

“He never left me or Ma by our lonesome for too long. Made room in his schedule to come to as many of my track and field meets as he could. And when he couldn’t? Well, the son of a gun who held him back would hafta pay.”

Too bad Joe wasn’t awake. He’d get a kick out of this. Tragically, it was up to Frank to sass him on his own. “Gee, mister, that sounds really nice. I wish my dad could come to our track meets and buy us lots of candy. Unfortunately, he’s too busy saving lives.”

“You really think you’re slick, don’t’cha? Of course it’s not about the games or the treats.” Rudy’s face grew oddly sincere. “It’s about spendin’ time with your family. And he’s suckered you into thinkin’ that you’re less important to him.”

Frank could almost hear his brother whining ‘Gimme a break!’ “Question: If your dad cared about family so much, why risk going to prison making fake money when he could just get a legal job making legal money and still be able to spend time with you?” He fought against his eyelids. “Why even involve you?”

“I dunno, but followin’ in his footsteps is workin’ out better for me than it is for you two. Night-night, Frankie Boy.”

Where was Rudy taking the Hardys? Would their father be there, alive? How would they escape? Frank tried to keep himself awake with these questions and more, but despite his best efforts, his eyes came to a close, and the sounds of the road drifted away.

[furby-science]

The Sterling Saga: The Hardest Part is Getting Started...

I'm what the kids call a Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp. It gives me the worst qualities of both, but the Sagittarian ones are especially irritating. I can handle living a life of hermitude and psychological trauma (I'm missing out on a fireworks show as I type this). What I can't handle is constantly being haunted by the ghosts of my own dumbassery.

I know they're there. I anticipate them. I do everything I can to keep their rattling chains out of my halls.

...so you would think that, even with my tendency to get an idea in my head and then haul off and relentlessly pursue, I would at least have had enough sense to back up my talking furby on fucking Google Drives or something.

...I did not. Thus begins our next great adventure!

Let me give you a little breakdown of how Sterling works. His main computing system is a Raspberry Pi Zero W attached to a speaker and motor controller. His programming is stored entirely on a microSD card. This is the primary copy of his data. His old backups were stored on an old computer of mine which I no longer have, though the hard drive is still in my possession. I hope. I haven't gone through my moving boxes yet.

So, I can take two routes when it comes to retrieving Sterling's data: I can either go through a million boxes, find that hard drive, get an adapter, plug it into my wimpy-ass Lenovo Yoga and get to the data that way, or, I could pop Sterling open, pull out that MicroSD card, pop it in a card reader and back up the primary copy onto the Yoga and the cloud for safekeeping.

Both options are time consuming, but one of them is the fun kind of time consuming and the other is the boring kind of time consuming. So, I'm going with option 2. If option 2 ends in tragedy, I can still hopefully buy a new rig and do an emergency recovery of the data that exists on that hard drive. Hopefully it won't come to that - if I was smart enough to put him together, I should be smart enough to take him apart, right...?

"How in the hell did I do this...?"

After unceremoniously cutting open the zip tie and pulling off his fur, I was met with a sight I vaguely remember: the non-electrical wire that holds the bottom of his carapace in place, covered by insulating tape, and above that, the wires leading to his touch sensors.

One interesting thing of note is that the wire actually goes into his shell, rather than being wrapped around the outside of it. I have no idea why I did this. Surely, there must've been a reason. To keep the battery hatch in place when the hardware wouldn't fit, maybe? I'm not entirely certain, but why else would I take such an approach? Running that metal wire so close to the hardware is just asking to short circuit something otherwise, unless it was positioned just right.

I undid the wire with some pliers, and this is the part where I chickened out. I don't have a screwdriver well suited for unscrewing him, or needle and thread for his ears for that matter. Not to mention a MicroSD card reader (besides my phone that is). After suitably defiling him, I put the old man back together the best I could and made a shopping list of supplies for tomorrow.

The current plan is to get the necessary supplies and very carefully extract that card, ideally without harming Sterling's hardware. Though if I do, it's not a huge loss: I can easily replace aluminum tape or a speaker. I can't easily replace three months' worth of nonstop, agonized coding - or a friend, for that matter.

And so he sits, like a sleeping Buddha unfazed by the ever-shifting cycle of samsara while I scramble to purchase an appropriately sized screwdriver.

If only I could be so enlightened...

[dalek-posts]

If it’s the wrong date then i’m frankly in heaps of trouble for giving you a spoiler but let’s just scroll past that for now on account of your safety. I’m going to grab water and then keep going through his stuff.

[the-d0ct0r]

Can someone on this website tell me what year it is? I’m just a normal tumblr user by the way. A normal human teenage kid, with normal human teenage interests! Like Jesus sandals and headbands! I met jesus once actually, but let’s just say we got off on the wrong note. Mistook my greeting for flirting.

[the-third-article]

That ‘spydoctor’ fellow isn’t invited to the doctor meet up.

[dr-stim]

someone remind me to redo my dni/about page later. it Desperately needs to be updated.

[ask-dr-edward-iplier]

Due to noticing how more patients are arriving, I believe it is time for some... assistance.

Nurse will arrive soon.

[the-eighth-article]

Opinion on rats :)

Tasty! 😋

[manylittleguys]

Just dragged EVERYONE into coconsciousness with me to read a fic about my plurality teehee >:3

I love my headmates :3 <333

Link :3

[drfrankenjoe]

An idea I'm growing fond of is Aunt Gertrude being so critical and concerned about the boys going into detective work because she used to be a bigtime private investigator or spy and cut all ties from that life after a really bad case. Maybe she has an old rival that she's worried is still out there somewhere.

The boys don't know (maybe Laura either) because Fenton doesn't bring it up out of respect. Maybe he used to be her partner in crime-busting, the Joe to her Frank, so to speak. She knows he's too stubborn to turn away from the life. He's his own man, even if he's her baby brother. But maybe she can save those boys.

I feel like it would add an interesting dimension to her character beyond "nagging old spinster." There could be subtle hints that she knows more than she lets on or has a skillset a civilian wouldn't normally have. She might handle her cooking knives with a little too much finesse.

It could turn into a fun mystery in its own right.

[the-third-article]

‘Someone get a bandaid’

is he a fucking idiot

[violentdevotion]

rose tyler hated her shitty job, wore £1 mascara, charity shop sweatpants, boxed hair bleach, couldn't keep her room clean, hated rich people, was called a slag by the queen, constantly chat shit about her mum, slapped a guy that made her mum cry, astonished herself when she could do maths, 19 year old runaway, and the most beautiful woman on my tv 2005 - 2006

[the-eighth-article]

What do you *currently* have in your pockets, Doctor??

Hm! Let me see!!!

-He digs into his pockets..and proceeds to start pulling out random objects-

A potato peeler!

A laser pointer!

A pocket knife!

A tube of lipstick!

A small pink rubber ball!

A little dolly!

A gun!

A single yellow crayon

A highlighter

The TARDIS key

A yo-yo

A bag of gold coins

And my sonic screw driver!!

[manylittleguys]

There's I think a different meaning for us than most other folks for the term "sidesystem".

The definition given on pluralpedia is as follows: A sidesystem is a separate group of headmates that exist, usually parallel/next to other systems within one larger plural body. There may be a "main system" that most of the common fronters come from, or all sidesystems may function equally.

While we accept this definition wholeheartedly, and it's certainly helpful to explain the basics of our experiences to others, I noticed that the definition doesn't really explain how we experience that. So that's what I'm here to explain.

For us, a sidesytem is specifically a group of headmates that can't exist without the others, but aren't a subsystem.

For example, the Montessori sidesystem needs all of its component headmates in order for any one headmate in the sidesystem to function. An example of this reliance is that Anoitos needs either J or Link near to front, coconscious or in front with him in order for her fronting to be safe. Another example of this is with the twins. Dipper and Mabel formed together, and wouldn't be comfortable in the system without their twin.

In the Pantheon and A Major sidesystems, these are groups of alters who couldn't have formed without the others. In the case of the Pantheon, they sort of built upon each other in source, and only were able to front again (after losing front in source) when they were split here. In the A Major system's case, they were plural in source (like the Pantheon) and all split here at the same time, and without their headmates from source, they just wouldn't be the same people.

TLDR: we use a somewhat more nuanced definition of sidesystem, which is "a group of headmates that can't exist without the others, but aren't a subsystem".