#coolbcwties

my opinion on;

character in general: eleven!! is !! my!! doctor!! i will never not love him, everything about him?? is jsut so wonderful imo. i love hsi personality and how it can shift and his relationships and stories and bow ties!! just ahh!!how they play them: wonderfully! i could see eleven behind the blog tbh, all i see is true to eleven’s character and just such a delightthe mun: i don’t think we’ve formally spoken, but they seem lovely!!

do i;

follow them: yes!rp with them: i think we have a few threads bashing about??want to rp with them: yes!! always !!ship their character with mine: im whouffle trash bye

what is my;

overall opinion:a lovely blog, with a muse who has such great characterisation!! i enjoy seeing them on my dash any day and hope to be able to rp with them more!

               ----------------- “ doctor, have i not told you to avoid parking your tardis in the garden? jenny & i finished pruning the bushes just yesterday. ” although he is well aware of the landing complications the doctor oft experienced, he’s sure there is some way to avoid landing so close. “ the madame too will be rather cross! ”

                             PENNANTS flutter high over the makeshift town, red hues contrasting sharply against a clear AZURE sky. For all who behold the sight, the space settlement of Varanasi looks as pure as it’s namesake. For it’s people however, it is nothing but a mirage in the desert. It is CHATURANGA they long for, Chaturanga  with it’s streets inlaid with semi-precious stones & walls covered in thousands of flowers. In Varanasi there is only one permanent structure. The QUARTZ Fort. It is behind these walls that one can find the Bandit Queen, currently seated on a makeshift throne, a captain’s seat, salvaged from one of her brother’s crafts during a successful raid. 

It is the mark of a good Queen, her teacher had always told her, that she takes the time to meet her people. A lesson she has SWORN to uphold ever since the settlement sprung to life. No MATTER how busy, Apsara will always spare a moment for newcomers. 

She tilts her head to the side, REGARDING the young man in front of her as if she can’t quite decide what to make of him, or his strange craft for that matter. Still, every pair of hands is needed. 

                    ❝ ——Varanasi is welcome to all SEEKING refuge, provided they are willing to offer help in return.   ❞ Such a young man, she thinks, clearly far from home. That BOYISH face seems barely past childhood. Lost perhaps? 

               SHE’S PREGNANT. she’s having a child. river song and the doctor are going to become parents. at this moment, her mind starts to wonder if her husband was going to be okay with this. he’s already been a parent- an awful one, but one nonetheless and river immediately wonders if she’s just going to become another woman the doctor leaves behind with a child.

             BUT THEY’RE NO LONGER traveling in opposite directions. they’re linear, something that they’ve never been before and maybe, since her escape, they’ll be able to raise this child like a child deserves to be raised.