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A nonbinary writer of short stories who loves plants, places, cities, stories and storytelling.

Name: Tara lithopseffect Role: writer something we should check out: Baker’s End by Paul Magrs Socials: @partiallithopseffect on Tumblr, @/nyssaoftraken on tardis.guide

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As she walked, the streetlamps began to dim. One by one, as she passed them. Silent.

She turned around. The lamps behind her were dimming, too. Then they were gone. The city was dark and blue around her, like a clock winding down.

The lamps ahead of her still shone. All the way to the top of the hill. Lighting the way.

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local time lord nerd

Name: J Boneworms Role: artist, writer something we should check out: Celestial Intervention: A Gallifreyan Noir Socials: @the-worms-in-your-bones on Tumblr, achilleswithworkingheels on AO3

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From "Abandoned Futures"

"The woman standing in front of him is him. She’s his next regeneration, or at least what it would have been.

The revelation feels like a punch to the gut. He’s staring at a future he’ll never get to have. Encountering one of his future regenerations when he can practically still feel his lives being stolen feels like some type of cosmic joke.

Still, he can’t stop himself from taking in every detail of her appearance that he can. He’ll never get to be her, he knows that, but just for a second he lets himself pretend that he actually has a future. She’s shorter than him, though not by a lot. Her hair is also darker and longer, though again, not by a lot. They have the same eye color.

Narvin has never been much of a fan of change, he quite likes his current body, but looking into the eyes of a future he won’t get to experience still hurts."

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Name: Ludomir Peacock Role: artist, writer something we should check out: The Forgotten Lives anthologies from Obverse Books

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From "Snow on Snow, Snow on Snow"

« In the waxing years of the fin de siecle, at the tail end of Europe’s Little Ice Age, on one of the coldest nights of the year, 4 days before Christmas and 20 years before the war which would burn her whole world away, Lorelei Foxcroft dreamt. She dreamt of the summer heat, and of the lost world of spring. She dreamt of soft, unbearably beautiful music fluttering into her ear in the depths of an impossible wood, all shimmering aspens and birches aglow with autumn lights, bolder and more radiant than anything she had beheld in waking life. She dreamed away the cold, and the old, empty house where her sleeping body lay, forgotten. The wood enveloped her, pulling her deeper and deeper up and in, before the trees began to part, and she felt as though she were standing on the threshold of Paradise itself. A great Light reached out from beyond that threshold. What it was like Lorelei could not say. All power of description and rational thought had evaporated like morning dew from her mind, leaving only a longing, more powerful than any feeling she had ever known, to join that Light and fade into the bright place from which it came, where she was sure there would be no more suffering, no more pain. That is, until a tiny sound, no more than the quiet snap of some part of the grand old house settling, thrust her back into the waking world. She sat there in the dark for some minutes, breathless, the details of the dream already flowing out of her mind. Then Lorelei Foxcroft began to weep. »

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I'm a writer who every now and then manages to finish one of their many ideas. Eccentric bibliophile is how I'd like to be described.

Name: Peterchu Role: writer, non-fiction writer something we should check out: Cwej: Down The Middle. Socials: @peterchu42 on Tumblr, @/peterchu on AO3

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From "Aretalogy" (a WIP crossover on AO3 between Sherlock Holmes of the Frogwares games and Faction Paradox)

I turned, ready to deliver my final verdict but then a shadow swept over the ground. One cast by a warship of bone rendered bloody by the suddenly-crimson sky. The pond darkened as though it were filled with oil or a physical manifestation of shadow. The atmosphere turned cloying, not from the heat but from the stench of blood and death. From the pond rose several figures, dark liquid dripping form their robes and masks of bone, bathed in the red light of a scarlet sky.

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Updates statistics

I'm very positively surprised by how few people dropped out and how many made it on time, especially considering it's exam season.

The new ratios across the four categories don't look too different from the initial ones. It seems we have mostly fiction and writing now but don't be fooled! The numbers we are working with here are not so far apart.

The zine will be a digital PDF, likely in DIN A4 format, and the pages may range around 64-76 I can imagine. Since there should be an alternative print PDF (so you can print it yourself) the pages will definitely be divisible by 4.

What's next?

There's still much to be done. Of course the whole zine has to be layouted, the cover has to be created and several internal things have yet to be done. I hope and estimate this will be done by middle or end of July!

On this account there are still some Contributor Intros coming up. We'll keep you up to date with all sorts of things and eventually you may see some sneak peaks 🫣

What to expect from the zine

Hey everybody! For the past 3 months we've been busy bees!

For anyone wondering what to expect from our obscure Dr Who fanzine here are some statistics! We're a team of over 30 artists and writers creating for our favourite little niches of the extended universe.

Across the four categories of Big Finish, (other) Modern EU, Wilderness Years and the EU pre-cancellation, we have a pretty good balance. Hopefully every one of you obscure Who nerds will have something to look forward to!

Do you have questions? Feel free to ask away in our inbox and read the info page (link in bio)

Detailed description of the graphs under the cut

A small chart splits into three parts. about 45% are allocated to "art", another 45% to "fiction" and the remaining 10% to "non-fiction"

The second graph is split into the four categories mentioned above. All are about the same size.

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Interested in languages; trying to be interested in everything, sometimes failing… An idea that's learned to somehow influence the physical world, and is in the process of becoming as strange an idea as possible… An uncompromising fan of series 11, they've decided.

Name: Joni Smith Role: writer something we should check out: The Book of the Snowstorm, the whole anthology.

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It's all a matter of perspective. Step aside for a moment, and you'll see remnants of false pasts and lost futures that — one day — just stopped making sense.

They're still there, you know. You might visit. Continue them. Let them displace the present, let some other future be lost.

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Name: Gale Heimeldat Role: artist, writer something we should check out: Death Comes to Time Socials: @heimeldat on Tumblr and AO3

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From "Timeless"

“The past, the future, they aren’t real any more! I can’t feel them, Charley, I can’t see them, I can’t touch them, I can’t tell what’s fixed and what’s in flux, I can’t—” He broke off in a cry of pain. “Charley, I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” She squeezed his hands. “You’ll adjust. You have to.”

He shook his head frantically. “All I have is memory and — and imagination. How can you endure it? It’s like — like seeing the world through a keyhole. But here in this universe, the keyhole is all that exists! There is no past, no future. Every moment ceases to exist as soon as it’s done! We’re suspended in nothingness, Charley!”

She looked shaken, but she lifted her chin stubbornly. “We still have our past and our future,” she said. “As long as we can remember and imagine, it still means something."

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Young Chef Student and Actor very tired

Name: A.C.E. Lewendon Role: writer something we should check out: “Kaldor City” and “White Canvas”

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From "the Night the Carnival Came to the Homeworld"

Then it came. First the Music was Heard. Beautiful yet without rhythm a Cacophony of noise. Then the red glow of torches, the Light filling the horizon like blood. Then they emerged from the Shadows, their faces dressed in bone. They danced a dance never seen before in all of the Houses History. They danced like the fire of their torches. They writhed and slithered like a many eyed snake. They paraded through the City, Drinking and using the most perverse mind altering substances from across history. The people fled in fear. The Watch who were charged with protecting the city fled in terror from the Cacophony. and as they danced and filled the streets with an unnatural Shadow, the sky seemed to shimmer and move in time with the music. The laughter the like of which had not been heard since the days before the Anchoring filled the great bridges and places of the pseudo gods which ruled history. And the Carnival continues.

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Neopronoun user, gender not important. I love Iris Wildthyme way too much. I think it's very obvious that I like women (and men when it comes to that) with something deeply wrong with them (Iris, Benny.) I like to headcanon characters with cluster B mental disorders.

Name: Ash Fall Role: writer something we should check out: All the Iris Wildthyme things (and I mean all of them), the Benny NAs Socials: @/xXx3rroRxXx on AO3

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From "Iris Wildthyme and the Probability Problem"

There's a network of electrical wires from different times and places imbedded in the wall, like a disease that's taken root, or like tons of spiders’ erratic tracks, all over the wall, or maybe spiderwebs in a constrained space, all crawling up.

Iris shudders at that. Why’d she have to come up with such an unsettling analogy?

She shakes her head, displacing her felt green hat, and she takes her time re-placing it at a suitably jaunty angle. Something that says, I'm the best transtemporal adventuress ever, ready to rain down hell on you, and also incredibly charming and attractive. So watch out.

Or something. Anyway:

She studies the wires, pursing her scarlet-painted lips. She's got two options, and she considers them carefully.

And then, for the hell of it, she steps forward to the wall again, wedges her nail underneath a wire, and pulls.

It takes a considerable amount of effort, but she manages to get a couple centimetres (around half a decimeter, she’d reckon,) unstuck. And then, again, she works her way outwards.

It takes time, and she's never been the patient type, but she’ll do it for Panda’s sake. Eventually, when her fingertips’ve all been rubbed raw, and her nails are much worse-for-wear, she's got the entire… circuitry, she'll call it, drooping off the wall.

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French Trans Lesbian Communist That Writes about Alienation and transformations of the Self.

Name: Laureline Lechat Role: mod, writer something we should check out: Master of Callous, Unnatural History, Protect and Survive, Iceberg -- there‘s just too many. Socials: @verloonati on Tumblr

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The man in the hat is digging. There is something wrapped in a sheet laying next to him on the ground. He has taken his coat and his vest off, and has rolled up his shirt‘s sleeves. He is shovelling Dirt over his shoulder. Despite the effort, the expression in his eyes doesn‘t change. He cannot cry. There is no one left to cry for. He can‘t do anything, for there is no one left to blame but himself. He has had his revenge already. And it didn‘t bring her back.

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If you like Umineko you would probably like Something Changed (anthology) from the Big Finish Benny series! In fact you would probably like Brax’s entire collection era arc… He’s pretty similar to Beatrice (or specifically, EVAtrice) in my mind! Oh and I draw :D

Name: ivqks159 Role: mod, artist something we should check out: Something Changed (Anthology) Socials: @dump159 on Tumblr, @/ivqks159 on Twitter

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📚 Mod intro ☄️

Hey all! I‘m the guy who came up with the idea to make this zine and I am very excited about all the cool artists and writers who joined! I‘ve been a Dr Who fan since 2017 and I delight in finding new niche stories in its expanded universe, even if they may be campy and bad. Sometimes that‘s even better, actually.

Name: Jo Role: head mod, artist, editor something we should check out: Dead Romance (VNA)

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I bought the EDA font for real money and I am making it everyone else's problem. btw

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What to expect from the zine

Hey everybody! For the past 3 months we've been busy bees!

For anyone wondering what to expect from our obscure Dr Who fanzine here are some statistics! We're a team of over 30 artists and writers creating for our favourite little niches of the extended universe.

Across the four categories of Big Finish, (other) Modern EU, Wilderness Years and the EU pre-cancellation, we have a pretty good balance. Hopefully every one of you obscure Who nerds will have something to look forward to!

Do you have questions? Feel free to ask away in our inbox and read the info page (link in bio)

Detailed description of the graphs under the cut

A small chart splits into three parts. about 45% are allocated to "art", another 45% to "fiction" and the remaining 10% to "non-fiction"

The second graph is split into the four categories mentioned above. All are about the same size.

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Since New Year's is coming up, I thought it appropriate to post some stills of PMG as Eight from the TV movie.

Who else is watching it on New Year's? Besides me