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doctornolonger · 2 years

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The Cartmel Masterplan

The Actual Text, Posted Online for the First Time

A generous friend has shared with me the full text of “Gallifrey: Notes on the Planet's Background” – Andrew Cartmel, Ben Aaronovitch, and Marc Platt’s original outline of their masterplan for the Doctor’s origins – as printed in Virgin Books’ 1996 Doctor Who: A History of the Universe. Please see also Lance Parkin’s explanatory footnote and my commentary beneath!

The planet Gallifrey, world of the Time Lords in the constellation of Kasterborous, is one of the oldest and most powerful oligarchies in the universe. Its political and scientific influence is prevalent throughout the cosmos. But it is a world apart. Its power is substantially used for observation rather than involvement. Over the millennia, its self-imposed isolation has made it a staid and decaying society, obsessed with its own self-importance and tradition. It was not always so…

Ancient Gallifrey in The Old Time or The Dark Time, the Time of Chaos, was a world of both questing endeavour and dark superstition. It was the heart of a space-faring Empire, the hub of trade and commerce between other worlds. But the Gallifreyans were a race cursed with communal telepathy. The majority of the populous shared each others’ minds and thoughts. No mind was alone. The superstitious people worshipped the Menti Celesti – literally, heavenly minds – who were the free-thinking Gods.

By training or natural ability, some Gallifreyans could achieve private thoughts: an individuality above the mass mind of the general populous. They became revered Heroes: great philosophers, scientists and explorers, much in the style of the Greek Heroes, renowned for their deeds and derring-do.

Ancient Gallifrey was governed by the line of Pythias, wise seer women, who saw the future. The Empire prospered under their rule, but for all its enlightened education and scientific advancement, their reign also encompassed barbarism.

Amongst the ideas and goods traded through the Empire, there were also slaves. A primitive Time Scoop was employed to import alien servants and gladiators for the Games enacted in the Death Zone. Such popular “entertainment” provided an outlet for the extremes of emotion that telepathic crowd behaviour could engender. Thus through a skilful mix of manipulation and superstition, the ruling Pythia was able to control Gallifrey and its Empire.

Rassilon, a high ranking Hero, saw that the stifling authority of the Pythias threatened Gallifrey’s true destiny as a supreme galactic power. He stood for the influence of Reason against the Pythian reign of superstition. His skills as a tactician had defeated an invasion of Vampires that threatened the whole galaxy. He knew that Gallifrey could not progress until the aimless telepathic abilities of the people were given purpose. With a group of supporters, he deposed the Pythia and set about the restructuring of all Gallifreyan society. This period of cultural renaissance became known as the Intuitive Revelation.

The followers of the Pythia fled to Karn and set up a quasi-religious cult as guardians of a flame fountain that distilled an Elixir of eternal life.

Rassilon undertook to reform Gallifreyan society and thus consolidate the planet’s supremacy. Aware of the corrupting influence of absolute power, he repeatedly rejected the offers of a coronation, announcing that he could not rule the planet alone.

The suicidal end of the line of the Pythias had one immediate and deadly effect on Gallifrey. The Pythia embodied the fertility of the planet, she was Gallifrey itself. As she took her own life, the last of the line cursed the planet in revenge for her overthrow. Gallifrey became a sterile world. There were no more children. Unborn babies died in their mothers’ wombs. Rassilon was forced to find an immediate answer, before the Gallifreyans became extinct.

Eager to hold Gallifrey to ransom, the Sisterhood of Kam offered the salvation of their elixir. But in the face of disaster, Rassilon was able to forge a fresh solution.

From the existing hierarchy of Gallifrey, a new social design was evolved. Power was shared through a High Council whose members represented the Chapterhouses of Gallifrey. Each Chapter comprised groups of the ancient Families of Gallifrey, of whom Rassilon saw the need for legislative control to stabilise dwindling population numbers.

It was decreed that each Family would have a genetic bank known as a Loom, from which a set quota of Family members would be generated. Bio-genetic engineering would allow the Gallifreyans to regenerate their bodies at the moment of death through a sequence of thirteen lives. At the end of the final life, when a Family member died, a new replacement member was generated on the Family Loom. Parents have not existed on Gallifrey since this time; all family members are Cousins to one another. (This makes the business of Susan being the Doctor’s granddaughter all the more intriguing…)

The Looms were installed in all Family Houses across Gallifrey. Each House was adapted as bio-architecture, programmed to serve and look after its incumbent family. These were living buildings invested with a low degree of sentient awareness, even encompassed in their furniture and fittings.

Families were headed by the most senior Cousin. One other was selected as a Housekeeper, an interactive medium between the Cousins and the living House itself. The House would become as much a part of a Family as its Loom or its Cousins; occasionally with frighteningly possessive results!

The Chapters had their own Academies whose leaders were appointed as Cardinals to serve on the High Council in the newly constructed Vatican-like Capitol. The “Civil Service” members supporting the Council were known as Ordinals. Below them came the plebeian classes, trained as skilled technicians and artisans.

As a symbol of power, Rassilon had the Matrix developed: a vast extra-dimensional panotropic computer net containing all the information amassed by Gallifreyan culture. It stored all research and postulation, and the mind of every dying Gallifreyan passed into its capacity. Thus it could predict the future and give judgement on the past. As such, the Matrix is Gallifrey, the essence of that planet and its culture. In many ways, the Matrix replaced the Pythia, if not in wilful delegation, at least as a living repository of all knowledge.

To achieve his reforms, Rassilon needed vast resources of energy. He found an ally in Omega, the chief of the scientific fraternity and also a Cousin of Rassilon. But while Rassilon was the practical strategist laying foundations for a new society, and Omega was the provider, there was a third, darker figure; an “Eminence Grise”, with whom power was shared in an inner sanctum before plans were laid for the judgement of the High Council.

His origins, birthplace, even appearance are an unrecorded mystery. He never served on the High Council. Some legends hint that he may not have been born on Gallifrey, others that he was endowed with powers far greater than either Rassilon or Omega, but he kept these veiled beneath the Gallifreyan shape he wore. How influential his role really was is uncertain. His presence as part of the Triumvirate has always been overshadowed by the myriad achievements of Rassilon and the martyrdom of Omega; he was known simply as “the Other”. Nevertheless, a minor festival known as Otherstide is annually celebrated in his honour.

Under the rule of the Pythia, experiments had started into time travel. Rassilon deemed their use of telepathy as a travel source to be dangerous, but still rationalised their basic concepts for his own experiments.

To develop time travel as a completely viable facility, Omega estimated that a preliminary energy source equal to a supernova was required. He developed a remote stellar manipulator device which would induce the controlled detonation of a star and channel the energy released back to Gallifrey. This device was known as the “Hand of Omega”.

The device succeeded in its task and Gallifrey acquired the energy source it needed, but Omega, who had gone to oversee the project himself, was lost in the supernova explosion. His sacrifice offered unlimited power to the Gallifreyans. They truly became Time Lords.

In their early days as Time Lords, the catastrophic destruction of the planet Minyos, whose inhabitants sought to emulate their “gods” the Gallifreyans, emphasised the need for radical change in Gallifrey’s role in galactic politics.

After Omega’s death, the remaining two-thirds of the Triumvirate set about consolidating Gallifrey’s position. Two courses were open to the Time Lords: to control the universe as supreme rulers; or to act as guardians, overseeing the natural development of time and space. Either way their own position had to be unassailable. Gallifrey itself had to be protected.

In an astonishing feat of engineering, Rassilon entered the black hole left by Omega’s supernova and sealed its vast singularity energy in an icon of power known as the “Eye of Harmony”. He brought the Eye back to Gallifrey and so balanced the existence of the planet against the colossal energy source of the black star. Gallifrey was now unassailable.

Ironically, the stabilising influence of the Eye of Harmony has surely affected Time Lord society as well. Over millennia, development has steadily ground slower and slower; Gallifreyan culture has become less adventurous, and more complacently staid. The people’s telepathic abilities have also dwindled. Rassilon’s legacy and laws still guide the Time Lords, but the meanings of many of his icons of power are now lost. (The line of Pythias also survives, not only on Karn, but in other offshoot manifestations – witness Lady Peinforte.)

Another product of the Intuitive Revelation was validium, a living metal, created as an ultimate defence for Gallifrey. The metal could think for itself, but in the wrong hands might act as a generator of destruction. It eventually proved itself too dangerous to be employed. Too many enemy forces were gaining access to the element and so the largest section was secreted away from Gallifrey in an asteroid where, it was hoped, it would be safe from interference.

While both Rassilon and Omega were virtually canonised, if not deified, there were no further records of the Other in any of the histories. Speculation says that he left Gallifrey altogether; legend says that he grew weary of being an all-powerful player at the chess game of the universe. Instead he longed to be a pawn on the board in the thick of the action. Common sense says that he retired quietly.

Footnote

This is virtually the whole of the text of a document ‘Gallifrey – Notes on the Planet’s Background (from ideas prepared for the Doctor Who TV series)’ by Andrew Cartmel, Ben Aaronovitch and Marc Platt. The document was written for Virgin, is dated 9.11.90, and comes to six and a half sides of A4 paper, including the coversheet. It outlines what fans have called ‘The Cartmel Master Plan’ – an attempt during the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth series on television to redefine the origins of the Doctor and that of the planet Gallifrey, to reintroduce mystery to the series’ basic set-up, and to suggest that much of what we had been told about the Time Lords and the Doctor had been deliberately fabricated (as such, it doesn’t answer all the questions it raises). On-screen the ‘Master Plan’ was mainly confined to a handful of obscure references (and a handful more that were cut before broadcast).

The document embraces concepts from The Deadly Assassin, Silver Nemesis, The Five Doctors, State of Decay, The Brain of Morbius, The Invasion of Time, Arc to Infinity, Trial of a Time Lord, Remembrance of the Daleks (and Ben Aaronovitch’s novelisation of his story), The Three Doctors, Underworld, The Time Monster and Planet of the Spiders, as well as two unmade Marc Platt stories, Cat’s Cradle and Lungbarrow. A number of the New Adventures have adopted ideas from the document, including the first two novels by Platt and Aaronovitch, Cat’s Cradle: Time’s Crucible and Transit.

The last half-page of the document outlines the Doctor’s link to his planet’s ancient history and explains the origins of his granddaughter, Susan. It must remain a secret – for the moment at least. Anyone speculating about the contents of this last page ought to bear in mind that the Virgin Writers’ Guide categorically states that ‘The Other is not the Doctor’.

Commentary

With the exception of my italicized note at the top, everything above came from Doctor Who: A History of the Universe, and everything below is written by me, the blogger. Thank you again to my brilliant and talented friend – the Other to my Rassilon – who shared with me the pictures of the above!

A few thoughts based on the above:

As Parkin’s footnote points out, A History omits the last half-page of the original text, which explained Susan’s origin and the Other’s reincarnation into the Doctor. Since A History was released in May 1996, almost a full year before Lungbarrow gave these answers, it makes sense that this part was redacted. But if the details of the First Doctor’s rescue of Susan were written as early as 1990 and known to Virgin’s authors from the start of the New Adventures, how did we end up with the conflicting description of her rescue in Cold Fusion?

Much of this content clearly ended up in Cat’s Cradle: Time’s Crucible, as Parkin’s footnote mentions: the Gallifreyan Heroes, the Pythia, her suicide and curse, etc. (Presumably Lungbarrow just as faithfully adapts the material from the omitted half-page.) But I’m not particularly clear what Transit has to do with it! Was this just Virgin Books plugging their own content, or did I miss something major?

Just as in Time’s Crucible, the authors follow the explanation of Looms by explicitly pointing out the apparent contradiction with Susan calling the Doctor “Grandfather”. Hopefully this will finally kill the longstanding rumor that Looms are bad because they contradict An Unearthly Child: the creators knew exactly what they were doing.

I was clearly incorrect the other day to assert that “no source has actually linked Omega’s star with the Eye of Harmony”! Not only is this explicit in the Masterplan, it’s also mentioned in The Infinity Doctors. Mea culpa!

The Eye of Harmony’s “stabilising influence” being the cause of Gallifreyan societal stagnation was never explicitly explored or stated anywhere in the Doctor Who stories that followed, but it did manifest through the concept of the Anchoring of the Thread in the Faction Paradox series. The Book of the War didn’t merely copy Platt’s “Great Houses” language, it fulfilled parts of the Masterplan that other authors had neglected.

I knew that Quences identified his title as “Ordinal-General” in Lungbarrow, but I’d never caught the Cardinal / Ordinal pun. Too good!

Similarly: I am increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that “Celestis” is clearly a plural noun for “Celesti”, which means I’ll have to rethink all of my grammar 😟

Please let me know your thoughts!

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The Gallifreyan Goddess of Life saved me the other day. I'm Eternally grateful.

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queen-of-meows · 1 year

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Champion of Pain and Death

#innocet's war #my art #innocet of lungbarrow #Lungbarrow #menti celesti #I've watched xxxholic (2022) yesterday ^^#so i needed to draw Innocet as Yuuko 😊

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finch-the-foolish · 1 year

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Ok so uh @rose-lizzzy apologies for taking so long on this (I got distracted by an absurd amount of fae Jim brainrot) but uh. Here it is! My scrunkly little AU about my silly little eldritch bois having a certified Bad Time. Gem is one of the main characters, being a Celestial (which I'll talk about in a separate post), alongside all my other creatures cause it's fun to mess with my little guys. Anyway they're all eldritch horrors and doing a shit job of hiding it.

So here ya go! Enjoy ig! If ya like it I'll continue messing with everyone!

The Horrors and The Heavens

TW/CW for anxiety, paranoia, a mental breakdown/panic attack, themes of death and fear surrounding it, themes of lying, despair, fears surrounding others hatred

Gem had long been hiding the truth.

It wasn't like she was the only one doing it—many of her friends had secrets, some more terrible than others, though everyone had something to hide. It was impossible not to, what with how varied and rag-tag their server was.

Regardless, Gem was living a lie. One weaved in careful half-truths and false memories, a well-crafted backstory built on a foundation of nothing. She had been parading these lies for years, burying any remnants of her past, any portions of her life she knew she couldn't share.

Gem knew how the other hermits, the other emperors, how anyone and everyone would react upon her discovery. She had seen it; flitted through countless terrible otherworlds, containing a harsh future she refused to make real. Even as much as it was her nature.

Gemini Tay, a being of the stars, wanderer of the cosmos, wholly capable of burning out in a beautiful flame and taking her systems with her. She was a Celestial, a creature of light and ruin, something she would hide away till the end of her days. Whatever it took to keep herself safe—to keep her friends safe.

She had taken precautions to ensure nobody knew her past, to ensure nobody discovered her second existence on either server; she couldn't bear to stay in one place, that innate need for orbit and movement drawing her away to a second realm, sometimes more when the draw of wanderlust grew too strong.

These precautions had held for over a year, her twin lives moving peacefully through their own realms. Sure, there had been… incidents—the presence of False had posed a threat at first, though she didn't seem to recognise Gem as anything but the Princess of Dawn, same with the old Saint Pearl before her untimely death. Beyond that, though? She'd kept her mask well; better than some, certainly.

It wasn't until she heard of the Rift that she got concerned. Only slightly, at first—she recalled slipping into the cavern one day while Grian was off doing something, recalled staring up at that swirling wall of fabric and code and being struck with the terrible knowledge of its being. A portal, a rip in the universe, releasing energy of the inner code like some slashed, festering wound.

The Rift worried her, though she didn't attempt passing through; there was always the chance of slipping into some other realm with some other her, causing some world-crashing paradox. That had happened once, years ago, back when her powers were new and her mind foolish and far less stable. She refused to let it happen again.

Gem found herself more on edge, keeping a careful hand on her grasp of the Empires' code, desperately praying there would be no tear, that she could live on in her own little lie forever. Her god was not so kind, though, and it wasn't long before a second Rift tore through. She was on Hermitcraft when it happened, but even then she could feel it, feel the terrible ripping of reality's cloth, reverberating through her own code, her own soul, that ever-present link to the stars dragging the feeling through her.

The lie to conceal that was rough, barely coherent in that rush of feeling, but she couldn't bother to care then. She cared now, though. She cared as the Hermits ventured through the Rift, as she found herself trapped in one world with the people she'd tried so hard to hide from. It wasn't that she didn't love her friends—no, it was this love which drove her hidden existences; she couldn't risk their discovery or their harm. And yet here she was, her double life on the edge of discovery.

She went along with the other Emperors' confusion, trying desperately to ignore the near-hurt looks of Impulse and Pearl as she acted as though she hardly knew them. She acted and fibbed and lied, lied, over and over and over again. They couldn't know. They couldn't.

It didn't help how the Hermits pushed, questioning and pestering like some horrid, eternal interrogation, just waiting for her to slip up. Some part of Gem wondered if they already knew, if they were just waiting to reveal her for what she truly was. Perhaps they wanted her to confess—perhaps it would be easier if she did.

What would she do if they found out? Would they ban her? Kill her? She was dangerous—a known murderer in one realm already, a powerful princess in another, and a being capable of destroying them all in both. She wouldn't put it past them to simply end her existence, snuffed out like a star dragged into the dark of a black hole.

The thought scared Gem, scared her more than any she'd had in a long time. And so she became avoidant, lying on a habit, covering up every bit of her other life that she could, even as the glaring marker of truth which was the Hermits remained.

These lies came to a head one day, within some building of Dawn. She'd been working away at this build, distracting herself in the joy of creation, a side of her coin she much preferred to land upon.

It was just before noon when Impulse and Pearl arrived, wandering into the latest addition to Dawn.

"Gem? Gemmmm? Gemmy? Gemmy Gem? You there?" Pearl's voice rang through the small building, drawing Gem's attention from the wall she'd been decorating.

"Pearl?" Gem replied, turning away from her wall as the pair rounded one of the doorways. "Oh. Hi. Do you… need something?"

Impulse shrugged, taking up a spot against one of the other walls. "Eh. Just.. wanted to stop by, see how you're doing."

"Oh, alright. Uhm, I'm just kinda building right now- tryna decide which wall design I should go with." She gestured to the indented wall behind her, letting the pair focus on that. It was easier when they weren't staring at her.

"Ooh, I like the one on the right. Kinda reminds me of one of the other patterns in the castle—y'know, that one?" Pearl looked back at her, awaiting an answer Gem knew she couldn't give.

Some part of Gem wanted to tell them; she'd been holding in all these hidden truths for so long, all these lies she'd had to weave to survive. Some part of her wanted nothing more than to ramble out everything she'd been hiding.

But still. She couldn't. She never could—it would risk everything she had worked for. And so she awkwardly shrugged, mumbling a small "No?"

Her friends shared a look, and, watching them, Gem nearly gave into the urge to agree, tell them yes she knew, yes she understood, yes they had been friends, they were still friends.

"Gem, are you sure you don't remember anything? I.. I know we're pesterin' you a lot, but- our Gem hasn't shown up since we passed through the Rift, and- well, you're her- sorta- I-" Pearl shook her head. "Void, none of this is coming out right. I.. we just wanna know. Are you.. you? Or some other you? Are you the Gem we know?"

Gem tensed, drawing in a breath. They weren't going to leave her alone, were they? They didn't understand what she had to do, why she had to lie to live the way she did, to even live at all.

As her thoughts slipped, she faintly heard an instinctive no, hesitant as it was, fall from her lips. She shook her head, focusing again on her friends—no, they weren't her friends, they were the Hermit Gem's friends, different friends from a different world which should never have met her at all.

"Are you certain? You.. you hesitated. You can tell us, y'know, even if you aren't completely our Gem."

"No, I can't," Gem muttered, just a tad too loud. She tensed, eyes widening at the indiscretion. That.. that was foolish.

She could already tell that this was a fatal error, could already feel the horrible aftermath pounding through her skull, countless realities shrieking of betrayal and fear and death. Death. Gods, that scared her. Faintly, beyond the swirling multitudes of her mind, Gem could hear her own panicked breaths, worried voices and hands on her arm and-

"I.. I'm sorry- I- I lied, I lied about everything- oh stars I'm such a fool- I- I'm gonna die I don't want to die oh stars- I had to do it I had to I don't want to implode I can't hurt anyone again- oh jeez- pl- please don't hurt me- I didn't wanna hurt everyone I didn't want to fake it all but I had to- I-"

A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders, firm, accompanied by two blue eyes staring into her own. Gem drew in a shaky breath, staring into the endless night those eyes seemed to contain.

"Gem. We aren't going to hurt you—we just wanna know what's goin' on. I.. we're worried about you, Gemmy, and ya can't just bottle everythin up. So please. What's wrong?"

Gem sighed, gathering the few shreds of nerve she could manage within her mind. "I.. I'm- I've been hiding my.. second life here. And my past. And… and everything else. I.. I lied about so much-" A sharp sob bubbled up in her chest, releasing itself in a nearly painful whimper. "Everyone's gonna hate me.. oh stars, what am I gonna do-"

"They're- they're not gonna hate you, Gem. We'll make sure nothing bad happens. Right Impulse?"

Impulse, who'd at some point crouched down next to her, nodded, before pulling Gem into a hug, which Pearl joined only a moment later.

"Th.. thanks guys.. promise you won't tell anyone, though. I… I've seen how people react to everything and…" she trailed off, shuddering at the images which flitted through her mind—anger and fear, destruction and death, all the things she'd worked so hard to avoid.

Pearl nodded. "I.. I get it. I've had a rough go of it too, if I'm being honest. We'll keep you safe though."

"Yea, we'll make sure nobody can lay a hand on our Gem, no matter what. We love ya, and aren't gonna let someone hurt one of our own." Impulse paused a moment, before adding, "Besides, if you're gone, who're we gonna play soup roulette with?"

Gem let out a soft laugh at the question, head shaking with an imaginary disdain. "Oh, Impulse."

She was safe for now, hidden behind the love of friends who barely understood what she'd done. Some part of her knew they'd hate the full her, knew the disgust and fear she'd earn upon admitting her crimes. She'd already said too much, even without the knowledge of what she was. It had been a mistake.

Silently, between the laughter of friends she knew would turn away, she told herself she would say no more, vowed silent to bury the truth as deep as she could and never touch it again. It…it was for the best. It was for their safety. Right?

#gem's 100% ok I swear #I am going to ramble about the mess that is my headcannons later because I have Ideas #and I cannot wait to fuck up the Celestials like I fucked up the watchers n listeners #also our resident skulky bois their future is dark too :D #anyway gem had a bit of a menty b but it's fine #she's fine. she's always fine. why wouldn't she be fine?#anyway anyway I think you can tell I was reading 19th century horror novels before I wrote most of this #it was Frankenstein btw great book totally fucked me up tho #my writing style was funky for a week after lol #empires smp #hermitcraft smp #empires x hermitcraft #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #soup group #angst #empires fanfic #my writing #lqmie says things #edit def didn't forget the italics lol #edit edit def didn't forget the au tag #the horrors and the heavens

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lurking-latinist · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who: Virgin New Adventures - Various Authors, Doctor Who (TV Movie 1996) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Seventh Doctor/Death (Doctor Who), Eighth Doctor/Grace Holloway (Doctor Who) Characters: Death (Doctor Who), Seventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who), Grace Holloway (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, He gets better, no idea how to tag the characters or the relationships in this, Experimental Style, Drabble Series: Part 10 of Aurelia's Drabbles Summary:

The personification of Death is, for me, one of the most memorable characters in the VNAs. How could she ever just let the Seventh Doctor go?

Drabble.

#was just reminded of how genuinely what the heck this drabble I wrote like a year and a half ago is #i was not good at summaries then #it may not make a lot of sense if you are not familiar with the seventh doctor’s interactions with the Menti Celesti #and specifically the three sisters Time Death and Pain #the Doctor is Time’s Champion #but he did a deal with Death first

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archivists-notes · 2 months

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Fate is real and she's a bitch.

#Fate please leave me alone I am not afraid to dig up dirt on the Menti Celesti #archivist's notes

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familyparadox · 2 months

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I am a bit stuck with one of my fanfics which has a meeting of the Menti Celesti’s Champions to discuss the coming War but I am not sure who should take the role of Life’s Champion as their are several possibilities so I will give it to you to decide.

We Have the 8th Doctor but I feel as the seventh Doctor is also rocking up as Time’s Champion that 8 is surplus to requirements. Not to mention that whilst I am fine. With seven knowing about the war I feel a bit off about giving 8 this info.

Their is Kronos the Half Chronovore Half Eternal from the Time Monster and Time’s Champion in the unreleased novel Times Champion.

And finally there is Voyager, from Doctor Who Magazine, one of Life’s Angles and a Lord of Life.

(Disclaimer I may choose something else but this will make it easier for me.

#doctor who #dweu #doctor who eu #eighth doctor #kronos #Life’s Champion #fanfic

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tea-earl-grey · 3 months

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usually i save all of my star trek and doctor who eu crossovers for my eternal wip doc but i really need to emphasize the idea of Janeway being recruited by Faction Paradox. kills herself multiple times, reconstructing multiple timelines and breaking the Laws of Time Temporal Prime Directive, and showing a middle finger to the CIA Temporal Integrity Commission? that sounds like Faction shit to me.

(also while we're canon welding dweu stuff and star trek i guess Sisko was chosen as Champion to one of the Menti Celesti?)

#shout out to anyone who knows what the hell im talking about <3 #im playing with both canons like dolls and making them kiss #my posts #faction paradox #voyager

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doccywhomst · 2 years

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You. I saw your tags about the menti celesti on the ‘which Gallifreyan god do we need to pray to for dhawan!master and fourteen to meet’. I have not actually consumed any eu material I’ve just absorbed things via osmosis from the wiki and what other people talk about so I don’t know but it seems like you might so:

Has Fate ever actually shown up and if not maybe we can pretend she’s the cool sister and would lend a hand to make it happen

yes! the main gallifreyan gods are Time, Death, and Pain. there's a little trail of clues that suggests Fate also existed, but she's only mentioned off-hand in published media.

but that leaves many things about Fate open to interpretation! so feel free to interpret

#doctor who #classic who #dw eu #menti celesti #gallifrey lore

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fatelesschild · 9 months

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DW Fanfic: Oblivion (Update)

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Chapter 19: Last one out, get the lights

Risking everything, the Doctor and Jack embark on one last attempt to find the cure for Rose.

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Jack Harkness, Original Doctor/Rose Tyler Children, Millennia (Doctor Who), The Ravenous (Doctor Who: Ravenous), The Menti Celesti (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Minor Characters, Eternal(s) (Doctor Who) Tags: Tenth Doctor Whump, Whump, Tenth Doctor Angst, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Adventure, Gallifreyan Culture (Doctor Who), Gallifreyan Language (Doctor Who), Gallifreyan Biology (Doctor Who), Gallifreyan History (Doctor Who), Vampires, Clowns, Horror, Psychological Horror, Fluff, Major Illness, Blindness, Parents Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Married The Doctor/Rose Tyler, Dark Rose Tyler, Time Vortex (Doctor Who), Love, Humor, Family, Friendship, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Series, Novel, Surreal, Kid Fic, Background Relationships, Injury, Blood, Violence, Death

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Extract:

The Doctor suddenly lunged forward, grasping Jack's shoulder just as he was about to open the door. 'Wait!’ he yelped, his voice almost coming out in a squeak.

'Doc?' Jack asked, looking at him with concern. 'You've gone really white.'

'Something's wrong,' the Doctor croaked, his face twisting.

'What is it?'

The Doctor's hands were shaking. 'Every single instinct I have … is telling me to run.'

'What d'you mean?' Jack asked.

'I can't explain it,' the Doctor croaked and then had to brace himself against the wall as his eyes glazed over slightly. 'Jack, I think I'm going to faint.'

'Sit down,' Jack said quickly, pushing the Time Lord down to sit on the ground.

'Please … Jack … we can't go in there,' the Doctor emitted in a whine. His dual hearts were hammering so violently he thought they might burst through his ribs as his whole body shook uncontrollably.

Jack looked incredibly confused and concerned. 'It's okay. Just breathe.'

The Doctor took a few measured deep breaths. It did very little to calm him down.

'Look at me,' Jack demanded.

The Doctor did, focusing on Jack's gaze. 'Help,' he gasped out.

'Doctor, you're having a panic attack.'

'You think I don't know that!?' the Doctor yelped.

'Ground yourself. Tell me three things you can see.'

'You, the door, the steps,' the Doctor panted.

'Three things you can hear.'

'Your voice, my voice … The … the screaming.'

'What screaming?'

'I can't tell it to stop; it won't stop,' the Doctor managed to get out, sobbing now.

'Doctor, tell me. What screaming?'

'Mo'loyi'ei,' the Doctor gasped.

'Doctor, I can't understand you when you talk Gallifreyan …!'

The Doctor swallowed, trying to get a grip on himself as he forced his hearts rates to reduce and placed telepathic shields to try and block out the screaming. 'S-sorry,' he said, tears running down his face.

'It's okay. Look, if you wanna quit, we'll quit.'

'... I d-don't think I've ever felt this sc-scared, Jack.'

'Is it the same kind of feeling you used to get with me? When you used to feel I was wrong?'

The Doctor nodded. 'Yes … but ab-bout a thousand times w-worse.'

Jack hesitated, glancing at the door. Due to the severity of the Doctor's reaction, it suddenly looked incredibly ominous. 'I could go in by myself,' he offered, the confidence of his tone betraying his feelings.

'N-no,' the Doctor said, shaking his head and standing up with Jack's support. 'We've c-come this far. Open it.'

'You sure?'

The Doctor nodded, wiping at his nose with his sleeve. Apprehensive, Jack rested a hand on the handle and pulled.

Nothing jumped out like they'd both been subconsciously expecting. It was just another room, looking like some sort of messy laboratory. Machines lined the walls, their cables tangled. Paperwork was strewn about the place, and to the left was a sealed chamber with an observation window blacked out.

'All right?' Jack checked with the Time Lord.

The Doctor nodded. 'What's that noise?'

'I can't hear anything.'

'That whirring,' the Doctor muttered, following the noise he could hear. It led him to the sealed chamber. The Doctor unlocked the door and, with his exotronic arm, managed to haul its heavy frame open.

'Oh my god,' Jack croaked.

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Mentre dormiamo

Lasciamo andare la fisicità

Per sperimentare la nostra vera forma

Di Spirito, illimitato e libero.

Possiamo andare ovunque

Senza limiti di tempo e di spazio

Esplorando il nostro magnifico Universo

O le nostre vite passate che possiamo ripercorrere.

Mentre dormiamo

Il concetto di tempo scompare

Perde tutti i suoi confini

Solo al fisico aderisce.

Dopo aver chiuso gli occhi per dormire

Sembra che siano passati solo pochi minuti

Quando molte ore dopo ci svegliamo

E ci adattiamo ai tempi dell'apparente menzogna

Mentre dormiamo

La porta è spalancata

Per attraversare e apprezzare

Il mondo dall'altra parte,

Il nostro Spirito lascia il nostro corpo

Riposare in pace nel nostro letto

Siamo legati da un cordone d'argento

Si rompe solo quando siamo morti.

Mentre dormiamo

Il nostro vero sé guida la strada

Ritroviamo la nostra prospettiva pura

E assimiliamo la giornata attuale

Anche se molte cose accadono.

Ricordare capita solo a pochi

Ma solo perché abbiamo dimenticato

Non significa che non sia vero.

Mentre stanno dormendo

Coloro che si avvicinano alla fine della loro vita

Stanno facendo i preparativi

Per comprendere più facilmente

L'abbandono di questo mondo

E passare a cose migliori.

È più probabile che ricordino

I messaggi che il "dormire" porta.

Mentre dormiamo

Possiamo visitare coloro che amiamo

Qui, o quelli defunti

Transizione al Sopra

A volte possiamo ricordare

Un "sogno" di coloro che sono morti

Il nostro amore ci unisce per sempre

L'incontro facilita le lacrime che abbiamo pianto.

Mentre dormiamo

Alcuni danno assistenza in molti modi

Aiutare gli altri a fare la loro transizione

Alla fine dei loro giorni

O stare con qualcuno che è giù

Che ha bisogno di un sorriso edificante, tutto qui.

Siamo tutti collegati insieme

Per sostenerci a vicenda per sempre.

Mentre stanno dormendo

I bambini si crogiolano nella spiritualità

Nuovo alle restrizioni fisiche

Le loro anime necessitano di essere libere,

Crescere così velocemente richiede sonno

Mentre le loro menti e i loro corpi cambiano

Nel corso degli anni il tempo fa le sue meraviglie

E i modelli di sonno si riorganizzano.

Mentre dormiamo

Le cellule del nostro corpo si adattano tutte

Non ostacolate da pensieri limitanti

Ecco perché dormire è un bisogno

I nostri corpi possono guarire miracolosamente

E il sonno gioca un ruolo cruciale

Nel recupero da malattie o ferite

Dalla mente, al corpo e al cuore emozionale.

Mentre dormiamo

Ci colleghiamo al nostro Sé Superiore

Che può cogliere l'occasione

Per valutare la nostra abbondante ricchezza

Nei molteplici aspetti della vita.

Il nostro obiettivo è fare costantemente del nostro meglio

Il nostro Sé Superiore conosce il piano

Illuminandoci quando siamo a riposo.

Mentre dormiamo

Le nostre Guide sono sempre lì

Per sostenere e dare assistenza

Perché a loro importa davvero

Hanno scelto di stare con noi

Per la nostra vita qui su questa Terra

Dandoci sempre una guida amorevole

Prima e dopo la nostra nascita.

Mentre dormiamo

Gli angeli celesti si radunano intorno,

Puri Esseri Divini di Luce

A noi mortali sono legati

Donandoci amore incondizionato costante

Aiutandoci a raggiungere i nostri obiettivi

Così, mentre dormiamo

Gli angeli hanno conversazioni con le nostre anime

Trina Graves (febbraio 2017)

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While we sleep

We let go of the physical

To experience our true form

Of Spirit, unlimited and free.

We can go anywhere

Without limits of time and space

Exploring our magnificent Universe

Or our past lives that we can retrace.

While we sleep

The concept of time disappears

It loses all its boundaries

It only adheres to the physical.

After I close my eyes to sleep

It feels like it's only been a few minutes

When many hours later we wake up

And we adapt to times of apparent falsehood

While we sleep

The door is wide open

To cross and appreciate

The world on the other side,

Our Spirit leaves our body

Rest in peace in our bed

We are bound by a silver cord

It only breaks when we're dead.

While we sleep

Our true self leads the way

Let's find our pure perspective

And let's assimilate the current day

Although many things happen.

Remembering happens only to a few

But only because we forgot

It doesn't mean it's not true.

While they are sleeping

Those who are nearing the end of their lives

They are making preparations

To understand more easily

The abandonment of this world

And move on to better things.

They are more likely to remember

The messages that "sleeping" brings.

While we sleep

We can visit those we love

Here, or the deceased ones

Transition to Above

Sometimes we can remember

A "dream" of those who have died

Our love unites us forever

The meeting eases the tears we have cried.

While we sleep

Some assist in many ways

Helping others make their transition

At the end of their days

Or be with someone who is down

Who needs an uplifting smile, that's all.

We are all connected together

To support each other forever.

While they are sleeping

Children bask in spirituality

New to physical restrictions

Their souls need to be free,

Growing up that fast requires sleep

As their minds and bodies change

Over the years the weather works its wonders

And sleep patterns rearrange themselves.

While we sleep

The cells of our body all adapt

Unhampered by limiting thoughts

That's why sleep is a need

Our bodies can heal miraculously

And sleep plays a crucial role

In recovery from illness or injury

From the mind, to the body and to the emotional heart.

While we sleep

We connect to our Higher Self

Who can seize the opportunity

To evaluate our abundant wealth

In many aspects of life.

Our goal is to constantly do our best

Our Higher Self knows the plan

Illuminating us when we are at rest.

While we sleep

Our Guides are always there

To support and assist

Because they really care

They chose to stay with us

For our life here on this Earth

Always giving us loving guidance

Before and after our birth.

While we sleep

Heavenly angels gather around,

Pure Divine Beings of Light

They are related to us mortals

Giving us constant unconditional love

Helping us achieve our goals

So while we sleep

Angels have conversations with our souls

Trina Graves (February 2017)

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