#suitsandsuave

I’m a bit too low spoons to go into any details, but I wanted to throw some shout outs to a few of my favourite original characters. These are some awesome muses with amazing muns to boot, and definitely worth checking out. 💕❤️

@wxyfxring​​ - Naomi Abellan

@chiildrenxftime​​ - Zeta Delta

@smokedanced​​ - Jillian Marks

@theresastargirl​​ - Ophelia Lungbarrow

    “Strong entrance, as ever,” Crane professionally gauges Allard.  “Your demeanor is equal parts warm and engaged.” 

He’s only being half-facetious; he appreciates the man’s competence in their shared field. But he’s also flexing his muscles, reminding the good doctor that he, too, is a therapist. 

A tell-tale muscle works in his jaw.  He doesn’t move a single other muscle, aside his ever-too-pale blue eyes.

    “I’m curious, though.  Whatever can you mean? I’ve been a good little boy.  Out of sight of the alleged ‘psychopaths’ in this ward. Especially the cannibals. They get nibbly. It’s not my fault if one of them threatens to take a bite out of my hand and I exploit his hypochondria to tell him, in vivid detail, about what’ll happen to his digestive tract if he eats raw meat.” 

A slender leer spreads across his previously catatonic features. 

     “ … well ordinarily I’d eviscerate you on the spot, quite frankly.  But that was an uncommonly polite apology.” 

Particularly coming from an earth ape. 

The Master examines before him, by all accounts, a man, because that’s how Charlie presents himself, and Time Lords don’t even possess the paradigmatic framework for understanding “birth-assigned” gender.  Regeneration provides freedom from such restrictions.  True, he’s weaponized misogynistic and transphobic slurs before, but with little care for their validity aside their ability to cut his enemies to the bone.  For the Master is himself a weapon.  

Moreover, he’s a collection of ambiguities himself: facial hair and heavy eyeliner, pants and black earring studs, force and elegance.