#Upwards & Onwards! (The Looney Doctor~!)

[unboundwanderers]

@terestris | THE BEGINNING.

                  The Quiet Hum of The Tardis interior filled his ears, as did the sound of shifting phase engines... which echoed out its quiet groaning/wheezing that the TARDIS was known for. There in the middle of The TARDIS stood THE DOCTOR, wearing a green cargo jacket- fingerless wool gloves, dark blue jeans, and dusty black and brown sneakers. The Doctor remained very quiet amidst the TARDIS and its flight noises. Moving to click at a few switches and twist a few dials on the OPEN-ENGINE-like Console, The Doctor let out quiet hums to himself as he brought The TARDIS out of the Time Vortex by releasing a lever.

                  He listened quietly as The TARDIS successfully drifted into space, through a cosmic nebula. There, he stood in the control room, looking up at it all quietly... the ceiling and the exposed tubes and wires connecting to the TARDIS walls and its console. He heard his feet tap at the grating on the floor as he rolled on the balls of his feet. Things were quiet, too quiet for a timelord as loud and boisterous as this incarnation of The Doctor. He blanked on where he might want to go today... usually having a suggestion thrown at him by another passenger aboard the ship.

                  But all passengers had gone and left now, and he found himself alone aboard The TARDIS again. Quietly standing there in silence waiting for something to happen. He missed the friends that had come and gone and cursed at the silence softly because he hated the lonely feelings festering in his hearts. He moved to pull the TARDIS monitor toward him and gazed softly into the alien symbols written in his language. He moved to start flicking at miscellaneous switches and twisting at minor switches that kept The TARDIS in stable flight-

                  WHITE LIGHT ENGULFED THE CONTROL ROOM in a SUDDEN BLIND- And The Doctor covered his eyes at that moment, basically falling onto the ground by the invasive force in THE TARDIS, filling it with a flashbang's worth of energy and light that left his eyeballs practically burned out. He almost swore because of how intense the light was, but of course, he'd never go that far... The Doctor had class, you know. However, when the light did start to clear- he let out a nasty groan. "Okay!! Okay... Yep... No... That's fine... Invasive teleport, love to see it."

                  When his eyes opened up, he picked himself up and rubbed at his eyes until he could see clearly, and what he saw- well- he looked in the direction of the light source and peered around and eventually found his intruder. His eyebrows raised to the fullest they could and his mouth was left partially agape. Her details didn't fully register for the moment, because he was so shocked at the idea that someone teleported onto his TARDIS. That was what that was, right? A teleporter? How'd it get past the shields... All he could really let out at this moment was a:

                                                                                          "Uhhhhm..."

[unboundwanderers]

                  HE LIKED REX LAPIS. Zhongli. His name was Zhongli, from what The Doctor understood- at least. He rested his arms over his chest and hummed softly, "I know all sorts of things about Past Selves and their sour feelings on our future faces." He giggled softly, REFUSING to elaborate as he looked up at Zhongli and shrugged softly. He looked out at Teyvat again, thinking about everyone he'd met and lost from this planet. In a very soft voice, he talked about his love and adoration.

                  "They've shaped my perspective, for better or for worse-" He muttered quietly, resting his hands on his knees and looking out at the stars, "Everytime I thought I might fall, someone picked me back up." He looked out at the sunset, watching the orange light fade over the rolling hills- watching it roll into nothingness as the light sank and the night began to overwrite the burning orange of the sky. "That's why I keep roaming, doing everything I can to help those in need... I think to myself, 'This is the least I can do'... for everything they've done for me." He smiled softly... but that smile soon faded.

                  "My people are gone." He said softly, feeling comfortable enough with the individual to just rip the bandaid off. It's been a long time since he said it aloud. A reverberation through his chest helped in accept once again that the truth was inevitable, inescapiable, and had to be accepted. He exhaled slightly, but Zhongli could hear a quiet shudder and a sorrowful wheeze as he inhaled deeply- keeping it together. "There was a war... Between my people and a race who thought all life was genetically inferior to itself..." He muttered quietly, "And the War ate apart half the universe, engulfing it in a flame of death and hatred that had to be stopped." He muttered quietly. He'd long since accepted what had happened, what he'd done- it was just the pain of the truth that still needed to be mended, and he feared that would never happen.

                  "Everyone lost..." He muttered quietly, looking out again. "That's why I value this world so much, keep it tucked away in the back of my mind- always remembering it with such fondness and love." He explains quietly, "Every planet's my favorite planet- but this... this one is so unique." He mutters quietly, not even really realizing that a tear had slipped past the gate.

                                                                                          "All I wanna see it as is safe."

"Hmmm." There was nothing he could think to add to that, merely humming his acknowledgement as his gaze was pulled from the land to observe his current companion. It was strange being able to hold these conversations with one who he knew could understand him but at the same time was such an enigma of his own. A man who, despite his relative youth, has experiences even Zhongli could not fathom, which is nothing he is likely to encounter in Teyvat or beyond its borders as one of the eldest beings in this world.

Something about that was comforting. Perhaps if ever there was a day a problem arose he could not solve himself, there was at least one out there somewhere he could look to for insight.

"Were I a far younger version of myself hearing this conversation I might have called my current self a miserable, old fool. I had not originally sought out to hold dominion over anyone, only to secure my existence through my strength. I told myself I was as immovable as the very stone I commanded, but in the end I have made many friends who changed my perspective on what true strength should be used for- what responsibilities it could come with.

"If you were to witness me at my most stubborn you may very well believe I was another man entirely, but I hold no regrets for the path I took."

[unboundwanderers]

THE TARDIS HEADCANONS. STORED UNDER THE READ MORE.

The TARDIS as she appeared throughout each incarnation. This Post acts as a reference point to show off every design used by the respective DOCTOR, including Police Box and Console Room design. Stored under the read more to not clutter dash.

All TARDIS MODELS and CONSOLE ROOM MODELS belong to their owners and were sourced and displayed using Garry's Mod addons.

To the mutuals, I tag in this post. I may reference some of what we've plotted on Discord. Please let me know if you want me to remove the headcanons that reference your muse.

THE SCARF DOCTOR'S TARDIS

The Scarf Doctor's tardis is based on the model used and debuted in the Season 10 episode "The Three Doctors". In this timeline, The Scarf Doctor has an expansive labyrinth connected to the console room. He will maintain this Console room for a long time. Its most notable rooms belong to its Companions, who visited frequently and who The Doctor had to entertain for long periods of time.

@primewitch-- During her stay in The TARDIS, she requested a recreation of her home in Mondstadt. Lisa's abode was very complex to a spell she used that allowed her to make her room two stories high, and virtually- it was bigger on the inside. However, this was not difficult to replicate- as The TARDIS is an infinitely generating space- meaning The TARDIS was able to accurately recreate the room precisely as she left it.

@lunaetis' Dehya, on the other hand- was given a custom room based on randomly generated keywords, while THE TARDIS also scanned Dehya's culture and memories of home. Her room is entirely unique, but unlike Lisa's- it wasn't a whole house. It was a singular bedroom. A large one, but a bedroom nonetheless.

@kemikorosu's Lumine had the smallest room out of all of them. Not for any particular reason, but mainly because she only spent a month or two with Scarf before The Time War started. By the time it broke out, she would barely be able to sleep aboard The TARDIS, so its size was only as small as it was for the sake of conserving power.

THE WAR DOCTOR'S TARDIS.

The War Doctor's TARDIS reorganized itself into a battleship. Characteristics that were present in this TARDIS would carry over to The Looney Doctor's tardis, but it was mainly a transitional unit. The Console used is the most organic and easily modifiable version- meaning The WAR Doctor could more easily make adjustments to it at any time needed.

The WAR DOCTOR had no additional rooms during his tenure as The Doctor. He needed all the additional power for shields and speed, as well as temporal transistor units used to breach Dalek Shields. Communication systems and anti-hook devices were boosted due to a lack of architecture or generated rooms, and the boosted power stopped The TARDIS from being.

@kemikorosu's Lumine shared the same room as @lunaetis's Lumine, and when the two were briefly brought together during The Middle of The Time War and were allowed to travel with The War Doctor simultaneously, they simply slept in the same room.

THE GOTH DOCTOR'S TARDIS

The Goth Doctor's TARDIS is arguably the biggest console room. Littered with blackboards, bookshelves, and desks with different unfinished inventions- This TARDIS actually stands on a platform. Underneath the main console floor, descending the staircase- allowed for Companions and Passengers to deposit items in storage bays, as well as allowed The Doctor to directly access the Tardis Console Internals- the guts of the ship.

With the LAST GREAT TIME WAR over and done with, the TARDIS could finally start generating rooms again. Expansive corridors lead to libraries, a swimming pool, expansive Victorian-style bedrooms, and closets. This TARDIS also had a ship's galley, which was an expansive area with an alcohol bar, a stocked fridge, and radio players and TVs.

The Exterior of The TARDIS was the only thing carried over from The WAR DOCTOR and presented itself as a polished and cleaned-up version of it. The lettering, the door sign, and the windows are all illuminated, glowing a snow-white bright. The Lantern, when dematerializing, flashed a pale gold.

THE LOONEY DOCTOR'S TARDIS.

THE LOONEY DOCTOR'S TARDIS WOULD HAVE SIGNIFICANT LIGHTING CHANGES THROUGHOUT ITS COURSE OF USE. @lunaetis's Eula's first few months aboard The TARDIS would be represented in a faded, cooler color- and a darker interior. Sooner, The Console room would change into a brighter, evened-out tone. It would remain this way until Eula died but would become as bright as The gif pictured above when @gunnhildred's Jean started traveling with The Doctor. It would become the brightest it ever had while The Doctor traveled with the Acting Grandmaster. It would remain as bright as the final linked gif, the lighting used while @vonerde's Gaia traveled aboard. The look the Console room had when Gaia traveled with Looney would be the last it'd look prior to The Doctor's regeneration.

By no means did the TARDIS hate @vonerde. If anything, she ADORED Gaia, but she was always frustrated at Gaia's tracks she'd leave in. So much so that The TARDIS would PURPOSELY and sometimes SUBTLY reorganize Gaia's Garden, throwing off its placement and causing the Goddess minor confusion. The TARDIS made it abundantly clear that this was because of the mud tracks and leaves she left aboard when she dropped garbage bags full of Gaia's leaves on her, however. The TARDIS would usually lighten up her teasing of Gaia when the Passenger painted her exterior.

THE PINK DOCTOR'S TARDIS.

There's not much to say about Pink's TARDIS other than that it is meticulously organized. The most intriguing room it had was the one The TARDIS made for @maquiscursed's Kazuha when the Ronin joined the crew. For Kazuha, The TARDIS actually produced a room that was exclusively a simulated version of The Crux, with the sounds of the waves and the smell of the wind as authentically recreated as possible. It also had zero room energy to help with meditation.

THE TARDIS did not dislike @lunaetis's Hu Tao, but it found her off-putting, and as such- did not IMMEDIATELY generate Hu Tao a bedroom when she began traveling with The Doctor. It only generated her one when Hu Tao began complimenting The TARDIS and giving the console head pats at the behest of Pink, who advised that maybe the TARDIS needed physical reassurance once in a while.

The TARDIS would give @kemikorosu's Lumine a proper bedroom when she began traveling with The Pink Doctor once again. Her room was an authentic recreation of the home she lived in when she returned to Teyvat after the war, scattered with mementos of her travels and of her experiences across the universe.

[unboundwanderers]

@kemikorosu spoke: "Bet you didn't think I'd come back to life." / finally. Finally, after all the tragedies she's survived, she had passed away. And her passing on the ancient secrets of her people that The War Doctor had come to use, and now, it's XXX amount of years later, and Lumine's essence cross paths with The Doctor once more. VILLIAN MEMES // ACCEPTING

               EVEN ALL THOSE CENTURIES AGO, her SCREAMS still echoed through his mind. When a Soldier, caught up in the bloodiest war within the cosmos- decided to make a choice that would bring an end to the conflict- a PRINCESS cried for him not to go, and still, The Soldier persevered. Through a teary goodbye- The Soldier withdrew from The Princess, departing into the cosmos for what he'd thought would be a choice that would send him down into the depths of the underworld- or wherever he'd deserved to go.

               AND HE WAS RIGHT- The Choice was intense. The Soldier had pushed the great big button that consumed his own people in a ball of flame- but it hadn't just destroyed his people, it had destroyed the enemies that his people waged war with. Although, there were innocents everywhere in the war, across every side- and pushing that button hadn't just incinerated the evil, vicious, and war-hungry monsters of THE WAR. It had destroyed families, children, mothers, sons, daughters, and fathers- it had killed innocents. IT DID NOT SPARE THE SOLDIER, EITHER.

               The Soldier had perished, in the war but a firey rebirth saved him from the cold clasp of death. When the Smoke from THE LAST GREAT TIME WAR finally cleared... there was only one survivor, THE DOCTOR. Traveling across the cosmos, The Doctor wandered incessantly- suffering from the reality of the choice he'd made to DESTROY both THE DALEKS and his own people. It effectively broke him- to the point where he didn't want to go back to THE PRINCESS, go back to anyone- for he was too ashamed to face the music. Shame coated his face for too many centuries for it to be something he could do. However, he wouldn't be alone forever. Eventually, he'd find new life in new company- someone who'd help him see that there was still a place for him in this new, thriving universe... that there was still a need for a Doctor.

               So eventually, THE DOCTOR returned to face THE PRINCESS. It had taken a lot for The Timelord to even muster up the courage to see her again, but... The Doctor was confident. Although it had been a few scrapes with death and regeneration until he was able to bring The TARDIS back in time to see her... He headed there anyways. The Groans of the engine filled the air, and the birds departed when the Police Box doors opened and a bright-eyed ray of sunshine walked through the streets until he'd found where he assumed The Princess lived, now- for she had no castle to live in, and no kingdom to call her own... not anymore.

               PERHAPS IT HAD BEEN ONE BIG COSMIC PRANK, or perhaps he really had made a mistake- but The Doctor found himself face to face with someone he'd not expected... and he'd been delivered the news that made the sunshine inside him die down for a moment. The Smile had faded, the gaze had gone hollow- and the ringing in his ears followed him for a few hours. HE'D GONE TO FAR INTO THE FUTURE, and THE PRINCESS had perished. According to those who'd told him the grim truth, The Princess had lived a good life- and had found peace, love, joy, and serenity within her life. While this eased the pain of the Timelord, a grim regret filled his hearts... one that would follow him for some time.

               After a brief explanation of his identity (albeit a lie, but an explanation all the same-) The Doctor acquired The Princess's ashes, the remains of her people. LUCKILY- The Timelord hadn't been too late. The Police Box materialized within the home nebula of The Celestial People. It appeared in the only place they could call home, the only place THE DOCTOR could return THE PRINCESS to. Opening The Police Box doors, The Timelord opened his hand to release the ashes through the cosmos, and in a swirl of beautiful- cosmic celestial gold... it joined a bigger nebula of swirling stars. "Off you go... back with your people," He spoke softly, and for a moment, The Timelord thought he saw two stars reunite after a long absence.

               Handbrake was yanked downward as The TARDIS left the nebula- and in the silence of The Control room, The TIMELORD stared down at the floor of the control room... the realization that he truly was all that was left of an ancient time caused a tear to roll down his face. It was quickly wiped away following a sharp inhale, as hands flicked down and reached for different controls and switches. THE DOCTOR would go on, if not for himself- then for those who'd left him behind, for better or for worse. Although this incarnation of The Timelord probably deserved that closure the most, he wouldn't receive it until another brush with death forced him to face the Golden Light of Regeneration...

               AND REGENERATE HE DID. Eventually, The TARDIS returned to the system of The Celestial People, or at least- their galaxy. However- it looked more polished, more well kept... and on the surface of a tropical planet, The Doctor stepped out of the Police box. He was adorned in a very colorful outfit, with bright pink hair and shining golden eyes. They all somewhat blended together with his complex outfit. The Doctor walked up a hiking path along a mountain until he found precisely what he was looking for... "Extraordinary..." The Timelord knelt next to a HOTSPRING on the top of a mountain.

               The Hotspring was comprised of liquid diamond, but when the Doctor swirled his finger within the water- it was as cool as a perfectly heated hot tub. It was warm enough, that it allowed a specific type of fish to swim up the mountain and habitat for a while. The Diamond Crested golden-finned carp. As a fishing enthusiast- The Doctor couldn't resist the temptation. However, as he started assembling his rod, he saw a light gathering at the bottom of the HOTSPRING...

               Peering over the edge, he'd found himself peering so far- that the colorful immortal plunged straight into the water. In the outfit, he'd felt like a boiling lobster- as he tried to swim back up to the surface of the spring. He almost reached the top, before the golden light at the bottom of the spring totally engulfed the pool. For a moment, bubbles escaped the Doctor's mouth- as he stared at the source of the glow from under the spring's waters. He thought he saw someone down there- but something shot past him and through the water... which prompted him to swim up really fast.

               Paddling with his head above the water, The Doctor emerged and looked around the hot spring for the person- golden eyes scanning the hot spring- until he found the outline of someone. With hair that was a bright golden and with eyes to match. She spoke before he could- and the words went in one ear and out the other as he swam closer, "Lumine!?" He cried out... face numb from the heat in his ears... the shock and realization hitting him like a freight train, before the other feelings he'd not addressed in some time came up to resurface.

                                                                 "I-I don't understand... H-How are you here?!"

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@terestris sent in: “  i don’t think there’s a person in the world who compares to you.  ” // for the looney doctor uwu | flirty memes | ACCEPTING

                  HE HADN'T OPENED A TEAR IN THE UNIVERSE IN A MINUTE. He exhaled softly as he moved to set up various machinery that linked to the TARDIS console room. They had a big open gymnasium to operate with, he'd cleared one out. Now he was just setting everything up. Wiring things into the console- he was bustling around like the little puppy he used to be. Various generators and emitters were put into place. Gaia was in the center of the room- he looked back up, just to make sure-- looking at his friend. He smiled at her, but there was something behind those eyes that indicated that... well... this might be it. They've been together for a long while, now- and so... it was hard for him to accept what was coming-- even when she said that amidst their moment of silence.

                  He smirked, moving toward her and grabbing her hand like an energetic soul that wasn't going to die down soon. "And so are you! We're all so unique! It's a majestic experience, learning about all those other people, and their stories! My story! Your story! We're one of a kind~" He winked at her before he moved her toward the center of the room. "I'm about to use The Tardis to punch through the fabric of reality! It's going to open up a connection to the multiverse! You need to focus on your own- the scent of home, the scent of life! Your home! Yours!" He pointed toward the rift about to open and made her look.

                  "You may go into a trance state, but just focus on thinking about home! The Tardis is going to feed you some energy- supercharge ya! All you need to do is find that link to home-!!" He backed up beating his chest like a monkey, "Badaboomba!" He moved to run into The Police Box, with had wires trailing out, connecting to different machinery and engines. He moved to start flicking different switches and levers- before yanking down on The TARDIS' engine release, which funneled power into the machinery... and GAIA SAW as a MAJESTIC tear in the fabric of SPACE and TIME opened up before her, it was indescribable in its beauty.

                  THE DOCTOR knew better than to stare too, especially when he had forces on his trail that he had to delay for Gaia. He inhaled deeply- time slowing for him as he took just a few microseconds to think about ETERNITY. THIS WAS IT. He always had this prick, in the back of his head, whenever he could feel the final moments of his life coming up when the times were getting desperate when the measures were stretched thin. He felt that prick now... as he walked toward the entrance to the gymnasium, pulling it open and slamming it shut behind him. With The Sonic Screwdriver- he double-locked the doors and rested the screwdriver in his pocket.

                  FEAR washed over his body right now, fear that melted into sudden steel. It's okay to be scared he told himself. Death is scary. He stood at the doors, he could feel it- as he always had felt before... whenever he'd run into this specter before- the air was growing colder. Death was coming, and it was time to face it head-on. He exhaled softly. He wondered if this was how Eula felt before she marched into battle... He shut his eyes for a moment and his fists tightened into balls as he let out another long exhale. He knew what this was all for. Just gotta save one person. Just one more person. That's what he echoed out into his mind. Putting everything on the line so that Gaia can get home. That's what's important right now.

                  Still wish someone was there to hold his hand. He pushed the doors to the outside open as he walked out, hands in his jacket pockets as he stood before an approaching Caspian. The Inner doors were locked, and with a quick tap of The Sonic Screwdriver... so were the outer doors. He grinned at Caspian, a specter who'd chased them from Skaro to beyond... He almost had a sort of fondness for the chase. He shook his head, knowing a darker purpose was near. He cried out, "Hello Caspian~! Lovely to see you--! Knew those Daleks wouldn't nip ya in the bud, pal!" He gave Caspian a celebratory snap and a point before he rested his hand on his side.

                                    "Is your dear old master following close behind~?"

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               Things were dark for a while, each breath dragged on for each critical, abhorrent second as The Doctor dead weighted on the floor. He was quiet, his breaths eventually went silent. Yelan cried, screamed, and The TARDIS dragged itself through flight, leaving just the duo in silence. The Doctor sat in darkness for a while. He stood in darkness, looking out into nothingness. He was just listening to silence for a while, wondering if he should actually die- if he should actually... not regenerate. He'd really lived a long life, maybe the timelords should die with him. Was even belonging to their species too painful for him, now?

               But he heard sobbing, and he turned around-amidst The Darkness. There, a few feet away- in the void... was Yelan, crying quietly over his body. The Doctor was having some sort of... psychic... something- Oh, no science here Doctor- you're dying. He was having an out-of-body experience. He looked awful, his veins were black and his skin was a greyish pale, his hair was sweaty and his pants were muddy, he was covered in bruises and a rash that spread up to the bottom of his neck. But Yelan... oh, she looked so beautiful- but so sad. He could not breathe, in this out-of-body experience- but he wanted to cry with her. In his experience, he reached for her- and Yelan watched as The Doctor's finger twitched slightly- a reaction of the death? One last twitch?

               The out-of-body Doctor watched Yelan, still- understanding what was happening, now. If he reached for her, his body would regenerate- and he'd go on. Different face, same soul- but same pain. She probably wouldn't love that man, but it was better than living with the guilt that she might've killed him. If he pulled back, the body would give out the regenerative process would give up... fade out, and refuse to start. The TARDIS was heading back to Teyvat, so she'd be able to get home- but would she be able to move on? If he died, here? If he changed... maybe that would be enough for her to think she could find love again- knowing that he was going to try to keep going, try to push forward.

               He moved his lips, and the body wheezed out "ᴼᵏ, ᵈᵃʳˡᶦⁿᵍ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᶦᵛᵉ." He spoke quietly, and The Doctor's spirit reached for her, and he spoke- but the body's lips did not move. Instead, Yelan felt this instinct, Back up- my love- back up, please. The regenerative process hurt him, so it would hurt her, too. The Doctor would lie on the floor of The TARDIS- on his back, and look at the stars. His vision would return enough to allow him one last look. Faded ruby eyes stared at them. Yes, he thought to himself- his spirit returning to his body- life running through his blood, I will go on. The stars, the nebulas in the sky- they spun. Was he dizzy? Or... were those not The Stars?

               Yelan washed as an orange flame began to alight against The Doctor's face. She watched as his veins- the darkness of the poison was flushed out by purple energy, how his hair glowed a bright red, how everything began to spiral and mix together into a cascade of gold, orange, purple, and red energy. The Doctor's body glowed, the skin under the clothes, his head. All of it was engulfed in a bright light that began to spread through the TARDIS. If she powered through it enough to look, she'd see The Doctor's outline changing. He wasn't as skinny- a bit more average. His pointed features were becoming more open, and friendly. It was hard to see his facial features- the light was bright-

               Yes... Yes... I will go on. The light cut itself off quickly when a NEW MAN, In THE DOCTOR'S CLOTHES- Shot upward and sat up like a man possessed. The Tardis returned to its natural interior lighting, and the man presently sitting up on the console floor had sunkissed skin instead of a pale tone. His eyes were a bright BRIGHT hazel, and his hair was a bed-razzled brown, much thicker than the last guy's. Where The Doctor from before looked in his early thirties- this man(?) looked early twenties, young and fresh. He stared at the wall for a second, before snapping out of a daze and looking at his hands. Soon he pressed them against his face and felt it all. He blinked, feeling his eyebrows- before running his hands through his hair. His face scrunched into one of surprise and disappointment, mild frustration.

               "This already feels rough-" He stopped when he heard his voice. The Doctor was still English, but he was higher pitched now. Voice-wise- he sounded young. "...Oh, that won't do at all." He commented in his own voice before a loud GROWL echoed from his stomach. He looked down at it, patting his stomach. He rubbed at it for a while, before talking aloud- seeming more motormouth, "Oh that just... that just won't do, either." He patted his stomach, turning to face Yelan and giving the biggest smile he can give- huge smile and all... like an excited puppy.

                                                                           "We are hittin' The town~"

─「夜兰」─  when he told her he was a survivor, she understood the GUILT that weighted his shoulders. she understood the feeling of being the last one left alive when it would've been better ( or at least easier ) to die along with the ones who sacrificed themselves for you, along with your kind, along with the people you love. it would've been much easier to sleep at night, to sleep forever instead of being awake during starless night wondering what you had done wrong, or what you could've done DIFFERENTLY to save them. to change fate, to change destiny.

                or to swap places with them. let me die so they could live. take me instead.

                " because you saved me. "

                and those aquamarine hues burned even more fiercely than before, unable to find words to counter, unable to say anything in order to hold him here. yelan had always been someone who lived with REALITY instead of clinging to baseless hope, and she knew that this very moment was when she couldn't do anything. this was BEYOND her control, it was beyond the calculations she had planned. and it was because he had chosen to do something she didn't predict. he had chosen to save her when it should've been him.

                her mouth opened, and no words were uttered except the tears that continued to flow. when was the last time she had CRIED this hard ? when was the last time she had allowed her heart to be crushed in such a way ? to look at someone who know you could not save them ? that you're about to lose a part of you which could no longer be gained back no matter how long ?

                the answer was never.

                never. yelan had never allowed herself to love, she had never allowed anyone to come close enough to love her genuinely, either. relationships were formed, contracts were formed, alliances were formed, but never love. THIS was why, this moment right here was the reason why she forbade any chances of anything more than bonds of convenience to develop. they had never said it to each other, the word that was locked inside their hearts. despite the countless of times they had touched, the countless of times their lips met, the countless of times they held one another, or even the way her heart seemed to match two of his.

                " i would've made the same choice, every time. "

                i love you, i love you dearly. so much that i cannot let you die.

                mouth parted, but once again no words came out. instead, it was a deafening cry that echoed within the silent walls. a tearing, heartbroken scream of someone who had just lost the person she held most dear. the magnitude of the LOSS itself was indescribable. how could it be described when it had never been felt before ? she had never loved, and now that she had, she lost him.

                " that's what's going to be apart of you. "                 "... are you sure ... that's what you want ? "

                " yes, i am. "

                till death do you part.

                and death it is.

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( death prompt / looney ) this was it. it was . . . over? the ground of her home felt unstable beneath her feet as if it shook with every breath she took. crystalline irises were wide as she couldn't even muster to raise her chin; she was frozen. in grief. in pain. in every breath that she took without him, she felt like a piece of her crumbled. his last words are hazy; they feel like an indescribable cacophony of distant sounds. too far away to grasp as they mixed into something incomprehensible. " he's . . . " a word spilled from dried-up lips. the deity did not recognize her own voice as she spoke; it was too heavy with pain. she still did not look up. it was the fear of seeing this world without him . . . they had explored it all together. even if it was not for eternity; even if it was just a ripple within the time she had spent living; it meant everything. it was the tidal wave that she needed; the crashing wave that woke her from an eternal slumber. slowly, her legs gave out; trembling limbs let her descend onto the ashen soil beneath her. " he's gone . . . " the hot tears brimming her eyes almost went unnoticed with the way her heart banged against her ribcage. it was screaming. everything was screaming. it was done. it is done. there is no going back. " no . . . i—i need to — " slowly would they cascade from her unblinking irises, glossing over reddened cheeks; sinking into the ground under her legs. her gaze narrowed as she let herself hunch over; it was like the realization itself had her topple over. shit. shit. shit. she should have asked. she should have stayed. she should have said so many more things but now . . . it was over. it was all over. no blue police box covered in rose petals. no one to get upset over the fact that they got everywhere. alone. she felt so incredibly alone. teeth & jaw clenched as the grief turned into something that she hadn't felt in so long; rage. " no . . . p—please. "

the lilies of the valley that rose from her tears shook with the earth they bloomed upon. it stopped. the tears, that was. they would dry upon her heated cheekbones as everything under her quaked. it was a numbing feeling; like the white fire of anger, though, much more volatile. she was angry at this world. she was angry at chaos. but mostly, she was angry at herself. perhaps, if she had been strong enough, she could have stopped this. she could have said what she wanted to. but it was too late . . . & thus, the earth rumbled one last time. in grief had this world come to a stop, mourning the loss of someone that never had the chance of walking alongside her.

THE DOCTOR IS DYING. I could do so much more.

             It took him about fifteen minutes to realize he hadn't actually died yet. When his eyes fluttered open and he felt that familiar chilly concrete, his face seemed to contort in this almost frustrated shape before he picked himself up off the ground. He rolled his shoulders and bent his back enough to hear a couple of snaps and cracks, which triggered a loud groan from him before he moved to stand up and rub his hands down his face. The memories were flooding back to him, now. He had helped Gaia get back home. A wrongfully exiled Goddess is being chased across The Universe by a malicious entity. The herculean task had death flags all over it. So why was he surprised when he felt that FAMILIAR HEAT wash through his veins. Regeneration. It was starting. The Longest sigh escaped him as he realized that.

             Across the open, now empty city where this had occurred- The POLICE BOX stood across a field. This heavy sigh escaped him as the thoughts of what might happen next ran through his mind. Would he even have the strength to make the short walk across the field? Would the change take him before that? He could already feel it swelling up. Taking this long inhale, he pushed that fire down. He held back his own regeneration. He knew that you could sometimes refuse to regenerate- but the choice had to be made the moment the process started. When he'd awoken from his state of unconsciousness, he'd been lucky by only a few seconds that it didn't ALREADY occur... so now all he could do was try to suppress it for as long as he could.

             WHEN YOU'RE HOLDING BACK DEATH, you feel like you're on top of the world. The adrenaline pumping through your veins, those prolonged seconds. You know in your mind that you can do SO MUCH MORE... and he wants to. He has the power too. He takes that first step across the field, and it's hard- every step is hard... but he knows he has to make it. Every movement, every strained muscle, every ounce of blood pumping through his veins- it was all incredibly painful. It was no surprise when he COLLAPSED halfway between where he'd started, and where he was going... and the tears- oh, how much more painful it was to hold them back. Even when he was alone, this incarnation refused to break. Beaten down by tireless forces that tried to keep him down, broken by the endless tragedy of watching a loved one walk to their death, or losing a friend, or accepting that you were most likely going to see a lot of that. Even as he felt it all crashing down on him, he persevered. Because he must.

             He stood back up, finally making it back to The Tardis. Sliding the key into the door, he knew this was the last time THESE eyes were going to look at it- so he took in the box for as long as he could. As if he was saying goodbye to a unique beauty. He finally pushed into the TARDIS- and the POLICE BOX faded from that place... But The Doctor wasn't done, no... not just yet. He had a few people he had to see... Firstly, he had to visit The Last Celestial-- and help her complete her journey to the stars... After that, he'd make sure a certain NIGHT ORCHID had everything she'd needed for an escape from a risky situation-- even if she hadn't known she was there... and finally... Oh, finally... he returned to the City of Freedom and said goodbye to a LAWRENCE KNIGHT... who'd been his true test. By the time all his goodbyes were over and finished with- he was tired... feeling this heavy drowsiness pass over him.

             PULLING DOWN THE TARDIS handbrake, leaning over the console for the last time. Leaning against it, with that weight of holding back the flames ravaging his chest, his lungs- his heart. He moved to step away from the console, pacing for just a moment as he knew he could do nothing more to hold it back... and finally, those tears spilled out, as he knew he was alone... ALONE. But not because he wanted to be, but because that was the kind of life he lived... and in this final moment, the words choked in his throat- he thought of anything to say... anything... and finally, in his mind... he felt it wash over him, and he just... said it.

             "Where there's change, there's hope. That's good enough for me..."

             WELL... HERE GOES NOTHING. He felt the golden energy beginning to spill out. As his fists tightened, this BRIGHT, GOLDEN STEAM emanated off of his hands, causing a bright gold to flood the interior of The TARDIS. His face and hands began to emanate with the warmth of REGENERATION ENERGY. Each pant that dragged out got harder and harder to take- and he felt the strength to keep it held down slipping from him. He sucked in that final exhale before it all slipped out.

             Like Rocket TRAILS- The Golden energy slipped out and caused vibrations to rock through the TARDIS. Sparks, flames, and explosions leak outward from all corners of the SPACESHIP. The Rotor wheezing, The TARDIS slipping out of flight- exploding, crashing. All the while, its pilot changed- morphed. His sunkissed skin got paler, his brown hair was flooded with a bright pink- and his deep brown eyes shined a bright and beautifully golden. He let out one final scream, but even his voice had changed- every cell... refreshed... changed... renewed... REGENERATED.

            HE ALMOST LOST HIS BALANCE when he spun on his ankle. Standing firm- quickly regained his balance. He heard an explosion, and that finally queued him to speak out, "Oh Great Heavens! What happened to the console room!?" He looked down, finally examining his body. He blinked, almost shocked by the change- how intense the process had been. Stumbling backward, he slapped his pectorals. He screamed out "What happened to me!?" He cried out, before another explosion rocked him into the console, and he finally realized that THE TARDIS WAS CRASHING. And he finally realized what had been going on- "Change!? CHANGE!! I've CHANGED!!" He began to laugh, moving forward- grabbing a switch, and YANKING IT DOWN-- Regardless of the sparks that popped out.

                                                                                                            "ABOUT TIME!!"

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@gunnhildred || PUZZLE LOCKED || JEAN & LOONEY

MONDSTADT has always been a cultural hotspot for the arts. At least, that's always what he thought when he'd wandered around- especially during The Windblume festival. When he was last here. When THE TARDIS had arrived underneath the statue of Barbatos, he'd suddenly felt this looming heartache in his chest- this pang of guilt and heartache. Even though he was in TEYVAT's past- knowing its future was beginning to have a weight on him that was causing the sunshine in him to be snuffed out... slowly. That's why he was ready to leave as soon as he'd seen where he'd landed... Except... his trained eyes... began to pick things up.

PAPER WEIGHTS? Collectibles? Strange... He saw these small ... puzzle cube-sized paperweights. He wanted to ask questions, more than he could... but... He moved to stroke his chin. Everyone's got them, even the Knights of Favonius. He needed to examine them further, so... it seemed as if he was staying in Favonius for longer than he anticipated. He locked up the Police Box and headed for The Favonious HQ. Today his outfit was pretty casual. Light Blue Denim jacket, fingerless leather gloves, black pants, and high-top sneakers, over a pale gold T-Shirt with his messenger bag strewn across. He didn't want to just storm into the HQ, so... like Explorer Extraordinaire he was, he crept outside the back window and pointed his SONIC SCREWDRIVER at the window. A quick buzz let him creep in and climb inside...

WAS THIS SOMEONE'S OFFICE? Seemed like it. He moved to sit in their chair, noting that they too had the paperweight. He picked it up and immediately tried scanning it with His Sonic Screwdriver... and when the readings couldn't identify the elements of the cube, he let out a tiny little "Interesting..." He muttered, propping his feet up on the desk and examining the cube further. He reached into his messenger bag, sliding a pair of glasses out of it to further examine the glasses. Even when he heard the door creak open, he seemed to be more interested in the cube than in whoever was entering their own office.

"What do you think these are, these cubes? I mean-- I've never seen anything like it-- which is a big testament, on the account that I have seen--" He snickered, "A lot."

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LOONEY DOCTOR & GAIA HEADCANONS | FOUR HEADCANONS MEME // I'm not limiting myself to four.

As I mention a lot, Gaia is Looney's LAST companion before he regenerates into The Pink Doctor. By the time he meets Gaia for the first time, his first Companion- Eula, had already died and he'd lost the few companions he had had between Eula and Gaia (I'm still plotting a few of his relationships out, but he gets a lot of the tragic ends for his relationships.) He's at the end of his ropes by the time Gaia gets there. Upset over his lack of ability to keep those friends safe.

It's a challenge, to travel with Gaia. A companion that will have to go, eventually- and he hates that. He hates how little time he gets to spend with her. It's like this crushing wave of insomnia that he can't get rid of. Especially at this point in his run, he's trying to figure out how to keep going- so he's starting to have this physical weight on his shoulders. He does loosen up around her, eventually.

Around Gaia, Looney starts to eat more healthier and even tries more fruits and vegetables via the garden she grows. Eventually, his complexion with Gaia does get more lifeful and fun, and he even mixes some green into his color pallet.

He HATES... HATES how many flower petals she leaves inside the TARDIS- it is SOOO hard to clean up, and he never has any way to try and clean them up. He always feels so bad throwing them into a fire disposal system- so he just dumps them back in her garden. When they first met, he had to throw her in a bathtub several times from how messy she was.

At first, the Tardis couldn't calculate what type of clothes Gaia might want to wear, because she wasn't a recognized species within the TARDIS databanks. So the Doctor programmed a lot of what was put inside the wardrobe manually. Which is how she's able to have the outfits or clothing types that she'd have had at home. Her descriptions helped him figure out what to program.

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Her reaction to being called nonhuman took him by surprise, but he listened intently and nodded. "Okay, I understand." He explained, "I'm not human either- so I understand completely." He grinned before sliding his jacket on- until she insulted his vehicle, "Oi!! Don't insult her, she's only doing the best she can!" He exclaimed before also sliding his messenger bag over his body and pulling the TARDIS DOORS OPEN. They were inside a SPACE STATION- but it seemed to be as if it was a sort of all-culture space station- a melting pot of things, of different planets and places- and it was futuristic. He moved to step out of the Box.

And this was when Gaia was able to see now, that it was just an ordinary Police Box. It was a small police box, with faded yellow windows and glowing lettering. Plain old woodgrain painted look- aged and weathered. The doors shut inside made it appear that the box was either bigger on the inside, or smaller on the outside. Either way, something about it was strange and liminal- but not in a hostile way. It could be a horrifying thing- but that seemed to be a reaction that could upset someone- and did you truly want to upset someone as wonderous as The TARDIS- or hadn't she figured out the ship was alive, yet?

The Doctor stands next to Gaia the whole time, shrugging. "No worries! I just mentioned- because the floors of a space station are dirty and stuff, and metal." He hummed quietly, hands resting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Then he looked around- walking toward the windows of the space station-- showing the nearby starships disconnecting from the spaceport. The Enterprise, The Voyager!! So many Iconic ships!! He grabbed the strap of his jacket and gave off a great big smile.

He almost paced in place over it, "Hey--!! We're in for a treat!!" He hummed lightly, wiggling his finger. The Doctor pointed out, beginning to explain. "This is the Twenty-Third Century, Earth has gathered into this great big cluster of worlds and federations, right?" He explained, using his hands to articulate his movements, "They began dedicating themselves to science and exploration, that the whole society pivots! Money? Gone! Goods and Services are earned through service toward bettering mankind." He explained, pointing to the ships. "Every human in the federation wants to captain a starship so they can head the voyage across the stars…" He pointed toward The Enterprise, the flagship of it all.

" trauma . . . r—right. " the deity stops within mid-thought, gazing upon the ground with furrowed brows. an encounter with chaos was always quite traumatic, so he hadn't been far off. just imagining the freezing cold that broke apart your veins, bit by bit, and then the all-consuming & blinding heat that re-wrote every cell within your body. it was a pain that went beyond the perception of human nerves. alas, she was ripped from such pondering by a compliment — & on cue, a spin was given to showcase herself in all of her beauty within the new gown that adorned her body. "right? thank you~"

being dragged towards the console room, the fragmented deity did none to resist such; simply following behind with a curious gaze that scrutinized everything that she would spot. "ow!" immediately, a feigned expression of pain would be shown upon her features whilst her hand reached for the spot, carefully rubbing against it. truth be told, it had not really hurt — it was just a verbalization out of habit & perhaps a little out of seeking the dramatics of it all. a shiver ran down her spine once the stethoscope was pressed to her chest. "how cold . . . please don't cut me up, doctor." spoken with a playful wink whilst her hand remained upon her head.

and whilst his reaction seemed positive, thanks to her being perfectly healthy, the former deity couldn't help but freeze within her spot. "h—human ?" all of her prior playfulness & delight slipped from her facial features, rendering her speechless by this sudden & quite shocking revelation. " what? n—no, that's impossible!" fingers grasped at the soft material of her white robe, fiddling with it in a rather nervous manner. " i . . . um, i honestly don't know how to explain this but . . . i am not a human. i am not SUPPOSED to be a human. your . . . " gesturing at his utensils & the console. " . . . things! must be broken or something 'cause i can't be human!"

chuckling somewhat nervously whilst her arms were folded above her chest, trying to remain hopeful that her claims were right . . . even though, something did feel wrong ever since stranding within this vehicle. dumbfounded by his query, crystalline gaze trailed towards the ground & her bare feet. " why? does it bother you?" she raised her leg, stretching it in his direction with a mischievous glint accompanying her query. "i just dislike shoes. "

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COMM UPDATE: The Bestest Goodboye.

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Two, Years, Three months, two weeks, and three days later... @eunoirous

               A Police Box has been sitting in Fontaine's square for three days, undisturbed. It looks older, battered, and more aged- compared to the one that was in the square years ago. It's still unnoticed, even to this day. The Police Box has appeared amidst a string of disappearances throughout the city. No trace has been left behind of the victims, and the leads are confusing- if people took those leads seriously. Every time someone disappears, the elderly of Fontaine poke around the sight- some, who are too old even to stand- claim all of a sudden to be the person that's disappeared... but that should be impossible...

               Because those who disappear are practically children, teenagers, and young adults. They can't possibly be old enough for those claims to be true. Normally, the elderly wouldn't really even pitch up much of a fuss, as there aren't many still living in Fontaine. However, recently- they claim a man named 'The Doctor' has been pitching around and encouraging them to tell people their story, about being the missing people. Naturally, the Authorities believe this 'DOCTOR' is the so-called kidnapper and culprit. They're having trouble looking for him, however. He covers his tracks well.

               Right now, however, he's returned to a location that only one other person knows the directions to, and unbeknownst to The Doctor- they're about to meet. Right now, The Doctor is in Fontaine's warehouse district- somewhere totally scattered out of the way of the last missing person's sightings. He's hanging about outside the district and fiddling through a messenger bag. He's got thick, bedazzled brown hair and large brown eyes. He looks younger, maybe a young adult- somewhere in his early twenties. He's wearing a buttoned-up green cargo jacket with a black T-Shirt underneath, fingerless wool gloves, black jeans, and high-top sneakers with a dark brown leather messenger bag.

               "Mm... This is the place the trace is pointing to." The Doctor tucked a cylindrical device into his jacket, bouncing on his feet. "If it's who I think it might be-" The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a hiss, "I'm gonna need an extra set of hands!! And eyes!!" The Doctor kneels down on the ground and puts his fingers against his temples, hissing quietly- "I'd need somebody trained, well equipped- not gullible- but... dedicated." The Doctor asserted, he knew for sure he'd gone as far as he could on his own. He had already figured out who he was up against, he just needed to figure out how to stop them... and the best ideas he'd have? Well, let's just say he needed some second opinions.

               "I'll need to corral them, get them to follow me- then maybe I can-" The Doctor pats his messenger bag, "Yes... that'll work, now to just get an extra set of hands-" He muttered out, tapping his chin softly as he thought long and hard on what he might be able to do.

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" wait, don't go — " she walked after them, holding onto their shoulder to stop the Doctor from leaving her in the dust. " i'm sorry that when you asked me why i was crying, i said it was 'cause i had 'ligma' … can we just re-wind & start again ?"

HE WAS THE TYPE to imediately go into a fight or flight mode when someone starts crying, especially when it's a friend of his. Immediately resting his hands on his knees when he lowered down too check on Gaia, eyebrows pressed together. This must be so hard for her. He knew the feeling. Being separated from home, from the people you love, from the person you are, from everything. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but-- he didn't wanna break her boundaries. He just reached out.

"Braveheart, Gaia--" "No- No, I'm only crying because I have Ligma." "Ligma? I've never heard of that--?" "Ligma balls." Vine boom.

She was still in tears. He was so confused. She had just seemingly stun-locked him through words alone. He moved to stand up, humming outwardly. He moved to turn and start walking back toward THE TARDIS, which was near the end of the garden they had landed near. He had this stunned look on his face. The whole time he just... walked back to the TARDIS.

Yep-- He's leaving her here.

Of course, he's kidding- she stops him and he instantly halts. Turning to look at her. Softly he nudges her cheek with his knuckle and brushes some of her tears away before giving her a ruffle of the hair and gesturing for her to follow. "Come along, Gaia~ We've got a packed day ahead of us." He chuckled softly- hands behind his head as he hustled back to the TARDIS.

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VOLUME WARNING???

I finally caved and tried to make an intro for The Looney Doctor. I referenced the Big Finish audio that initially re-awoke my Doctor Who Brainrot. I'm really unhappy with The Name Credits because, in the original 2009 intro, the text is 3D. That's... Really hard to emulate in Davinci Resolve.

Jacob Dudman was picked just for laughs. Ifyk Dudman yk Dudamn Stephanie Southerland is a reference to @gunnhildred's Jean.

I did make a variant for Eula, but Hina got all the attention last time with Fear of The Dark. Does this mean Looney fics are coming? I'm talking Phoe into it. The Looney Doctor has a lot of early 90s SyFy vibes. Stuff that mix the Pertwee era with the Eccleston/Tennant era. That 2008 Murray Gold theme goes HARD.

One day I'll make a better version when I can actually figure out how to use DAVINCI Resolve without getting a headache over how clunky it is.

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@charmingbrute

               The Handbrake was OFF. The Phase engines started churning, that groaning wheezing sound The Tardis was known for echoed out through the air of the exterior Police Box and The Interior control room. The Doctor walked around the console, using his fingers to hit two flick switches on the console, one hand resting in a jean pocket as he watched the central console shift up and down. The Doctor leaned forward to reach for a different switch- giving it a quick tug to realign the temporal steering, eventually releasing said switch. He was wearing a blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie, black jeans and white high top sneakers comprising his bottom half. A messenger bag was strewn across his chest that he tightened the straps of.

               He had the face of a young adult, having to look maybe earlier twenties, at least. He had bed-razzled brown hair and deep hazel eyes. His skin was sunkissed, dotted with freckles. He looked up toward the console as the TARDIS landing cycle activated, "Quick landing." He muttered quietly, reaching forward and pulling the Handbrake and the landing lever. The TARDIS fully materialized on a nearby beach, in what the natives of this world would call 'Shirogane'. The Doctor shrugged softly from within the Console Room, "Quick trip." He had previously been in New York- or at least, a supernatural New York. Now, he seemed to be in an eastern-influenced location when he stepped out of the TARDIS too examine everything.

               And the first thing he noticed when he stepped out wasn't the architecture, or the sky and it's cloud formations- but it was the silence. He looked around with his hands in his jacket pockets after locking up the TARDIS. He exhaled deeply and looked down at a rock he kicked quietly. "...Really need some friends to travel with." He muttered softly before sharply inhaling and moving for a set of stairs that lead into town. "Regardless!! Sights to see and people to meet!!" He saw when he looked up at the palace in the center of the city- towering over everything. He walked up to a stranger, eyes still locked up onto the palace.

                                                                                "Beatiful Architecture! Who lives there?"

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what are looney's thoughts on humanity as a whole? any strong feelings?

"Humanity!?" He shoots up, a loud RING of his guitar echoing throughout the entire console room as he walks around his junk-filled, brightly glowing, alien-like console room. He starts strumming out something, any song- he thinks it's by Bowie-- speaking of Bowie! "Imagine a whole planet filled with Artists, Musicians, Writers, Engineers, and scientists!! Poets!! Actors!! Presidents!! Explorers!!" He calls out, resting his foot on the console, standing on his other as he does a quick riff from any generic metal song he's practicing the guitar riff to. "Except I don't have to imagine it, I see it every day in Humanity." He moves to explain his reasoning. He rests against the console, excitedly punching a switch so that the TARDIS rockets off into an unknown time- laughing the whole time.

"All Humanity's done since its first step onto land is TO START growing. They have this inherent need to keep progressing, further and further and further-- until there's nothing left to see!" He shoots his arms outward and spins excitedly through the TARDIS, almost falling forward if not for catching himself on the console and twisting a diode forward. "Explorers like Adelaide Brook! Mark Whatney! James T Kirk and Jean Luc Picard!! Pioneers in space travel and Diplomatic relation--!!" The Tardis ROARS excitedly, The Doctor opened up the engines as he increases power to everything- the TARDIS keeping up with his excitement as he runs around the console excitedly.

"Humanity's greatest protectors- Jean Gunhildred, Sarah Jane Smith! Jo Grant! Eula Lawrence!" He does a fake salute, "And let's not forget Brigadier Sir Alistar Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart!" He salutes an old friend- even if he can't get around the whole military thing that he knows his friend has a strong love for. "When they're out exploring the universe, they leave their finest behind to protect the planet! And boy how those protectors shine among the rest!" He moves to bring the monitor in front of him softly, smiling brightly as he flicks an assortment of switches and knobs.

"You will do everything you can do to survive, you humans- you'll fight, fly, soar, and glide across the stars stretching positive influence across every race you touch." He dials specific coordinates into the TARDIS console, glowing brightly the entire time. "Sure- you have your low points- war, pollution, you get territorial sometimes but--" He snaps and points towards the console, "But through it all, you learn from your mistakes! And sure, things might look grim for humanity when the worst comes..." He rests along the console,

"But as long as there's someone to carry that torch, you'll always follow behind- and Humanity has never dropped that torch- their spirit is just that resilient!" He grins brightly... looking out and spreading his arms wide.

"Humanity..? They look like giants to me!!!"