I know it’s popular to portray Doctor Nyarlathotep as making every human around them slightly uneasy; as having a fundamental creepy quality that comes from their inhumanity and power. A chilling aura that even those who love them best can never truly escape from. And that’s a valid reading which can certainly lead to interesting stories and interactions.
But what if it’s the opposite? What if one of their alien qualities is an intense, almost supernatural charm? I mean, we know that Time Lords have psychic abilities. The Master has no qualms about dominating the will of anyone who might prove useful, and while The Doctor never does this, I’ve always gotten the impression that they could.
But maybe something like that can’t help but happen anyway. Think of all the situations where The Doctor bluffs their way into a position of trust when, strictly speaking, they probably shouldn’t be able to. Maybe they’re thinking “Please trust me, I need you to trust me, maybe if you like me you’ll trust me.” so hard that that just…winds up happening.
Maybe they don’t know about this effect.
Maybe they do.
Maybe they can’t turn it off.
Maybe they don’t want to.
Much like actual Nyarlathotep in that way.
Into the lands of
civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments
of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences—of
electricity and psychology—and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away
speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see
Nyarlathotep, and shuddered.
I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city—the great, the old, the
terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination
and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries.
Okay but seeing how Trizza acts puts Feferi into a whole new light like hoLY SHIT
Trizza’s out there using her wealth and status for mass murder and forcing people to keep literal shrines of her face in their hives and My Girl Feferi just makes herself into a hermit and plays marine biologist/zookeeper with herself and prevents her silly moirail from doing the exact things that Trizza does
I mean, the first priority of Time Lord fashion is to create personal space. Is the robe and the collar/hat voluminous enough to act as a force field, and compel everyone to stand 4-10 feet away from you at all times, to discourage any inadvertent to*ching or advertent h*nd h*lding? Welp, better make it bigger, just in case!
The second priority is maximum plumage and aesthetic ridiculousness, because while they don’t want anyone to to*ch, they DEFINITELY want everyone to LOOK. Big dumb collars, big dumb hats, shiny dumb skullcaps, and glittery robes – they bedazzle the shit out of EVERYTHING. I mean, even the CIA robes – which are supposedly some of the simplest, least fussy robes on the whole planet – are made of sparkly, glittery fabric that puts Twilight vampires to shame. Look at this disco situation:
I think they’re wearing shirts and trousers under there because then they can unfasten the front of their robes and let them billow out behind them like a long coat and look really cool while still technically being decent and not naked