Re: How are these?mtemplar_ficAugust 20 2008, 17:02:37 UTC
I'm liking the first - Ten looks like he has Kaposi's in the second. *grins*
If you have time, any chance you could try the frost in the upper left and across the top only? Just to see what it looks like? This is terribly kind of you to do - thank you so much!
Re: How are these?principiaAugust 20 2008, 17:12:09 UTC
Didn't say I particularly cared for the second one, but I wanted you to see what a complete overlay was likely to come out like. :)
Here's a couple of options, one with more frost and one with less, in the upper left corner and across the top only. Variants are why I always save the layered version (unless I screw up and accidentally fail to do so).
Re: How are these?principiaAugust 20 2008, 19:03:26 UTC
Now I just need a title! The working title is way too spoilery and is unfortunately stuck in my head. *grumbles*
Two possibilities: looking up ice/cold/frost-related literary references, or consulting the Random House Word Menu.
How to put together icons/banners is going to vary widely from program to program. I use Photoshop CS3. It wouldn't surprise me if there might be a very general icon community here on LJ that would offer tutorials - although I suspect those'll not be for higher-end programs like Photoshop. If you've got Photoshop, I can walk you through making one - although the latest bells and whistles won't necessarily be there for pre-CS3 versions.
Did you want a frosty version of the banner as well? And with or without Rose?
Thanks muchly for the icon/banner stuffs - is there anything I might be able to provide in return?
If you feel the need, something ficcy what don't involve waiting 'til October would be lovely. :)
Re: How are these?mtemplar_ficAugust 20 2008, 20:28:13 UTC
Two possibilities: looking up ice/cold/frost-related literary references, or consulting the Random House Word Menu.
Yeah... that's a possibility, although the ice/snow doesn't have much to do with the rest of the plot. It'll only be a factor in the first few chapters. *ponders*
Did you want a frosty version of the banner as well? And with or without Rose?
If you're offering, sure! How about without Rose, as having Ten staring off at something the audience can't see seems to work well for what I have in mind.
If you feel the need, something ficcy what don't involve waiting 'til October would be lovely. :)
Lesse - 'Not Here' is still in the works, but I'll see if I can come up with another omake-style drabble. Any requests?
Hopefully you'll see this. A continuation of your drabble. ^_^mtemplar_ficAugust 22 2008, 00:44:09 UTC
Had to split this as it was too long for one comment, sorry!
From before:
She feels numb.
He's now a permanent fixture in Pete and Jackie's mansion, and her little brother Tony adores him. Some days, she sees the two of them playing in the garden, but she can't bear to watch him. It's a brutal reminder of what she's lost.
"Sweetheart, he's a good man," Jackie says to her. She's taking his side in almost all things these days, something that she's never done before. "He hasn't done anything to deserve the way you're treating him. If you don't mark your territory soon, someone else might come along to steal him away."
"Yeah? Well, they can have him," Rose retorts angrily, forgetting that the window is open. The look on his face burns its way permanently into her brain.
***************
A week later, she bumps into him in the kitchen, where he is sitting and calmly sipping a cup of tea.
"Don't," she says, waving a hand in the air when he quickly rises from his chair, presumably to come to her. He sits. Obediently. Like a dog, she thinks. He watches in silence while she makes herself a cup and heads for the doorway. She turns at the last minute.
"You're not him."
"No," he says quietly, his eyes fathomless. "But I'm like him. With one difference."
"What's that?"
"I can love you," he says simply. "He couldn't. He wouldn't have been able to give you what you want."
"I promised him forever," she says, the tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes.
"I don't have forever," he replies, reminding her of his new humanity. "But what I have to offer is yours."
She runs back to her room, leaving a trail of spilt tea and her tears.
***************
A month later, she's standing in the doorway of his room again, watching him as he sleeps. He's curled up on his side, one arm wrapped around his torso as if to protect himself from invisible blows, dealt by a cruel world that he can't escape from. The only light in the room is from the small piece of coral on the desk, emitting a soft, golden glow that pulses feebly in time with the beating of his single heart. She quietly climbs into the bed with him, pressing her front to his back and wrapping an arm around his slight form. He startles awake, but he's too lost and confused to ask her what she's doing.
"Shhhhhhhh," she whispers as she moves to kiss him.
And part 2!mtemplar_ficAugust 22 2008, 00:45:03 UTC
Eventually breaking the kiss for lack of breath, he turns fully toward her and reaches up shakily to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. She trembles and leans in to kiss him again, this time right at the corner of his mouth. He turns his head quickly, catching her lips and offering himself as he's never offered before. He puts his entire being into the press of his lips to hers, the person who he'd go on his knees to keep. He offers and he waits.
Rose accepts.
***************
He surrenders each article of his nightclothes with beautiful grace, allowing her to slip his thin t-shirt over his head and slide his pajama pants from his slim hips. After pushing him back down to the soft confines of the mattress, she sits up on the bed looking down at him, then reaches with shaking fingers for her own clothing. She almost rips her pajamas in her haste to remove them.
He reaches up to her, smiling uncertainly in the dim golden light of the room. "I... I've waited for so long," he murmurs. "I wasn't sure that you would ever want this... want me...."
He swallows hard, his Adams apple bobbing as she lowers herself into his waiting arms and he pulls her close, sighing against her temple. He trails a hand slowly down her back and a foot slowly up the side of her leg as he kisses her ear and cheek and temple. The desire she thought she'd lost forever at Bad Wolf Bay rekindles in her belly and she knows only the want of making the slender form below her know pleasure as best as she can make it.
It's his first time, after all.
***************
In the quiet afterward, with his muffled cries still ringing in her ears, she strokes gently over his temples and damp forehead, smoothing his fringe away from his face. He puts a hand on her cheek, turning his dark eyes to hers. He leans up to kiss her and she wraps her arms around him to pull him closer.
"Welcome home," she whispers to him.
His reply is swallowed up as she moves in to return his kiss. The coral on the desk pulses brightly.
Re: And part 2!mtemplar_ficAugust 22 2008, 20:54:22 UTC
Yeah, I made that one little edit to the first part that I think I mentioned before - it made the ending work a little better. Little baby TARDISes grow much better when their symbiotically-linked part-Time Lord humans are happy.
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If you have time, any chance you could try the frost in the upper left and across the top only? Just to see what it looks like? This is terribly kind of you to do - thank you so much!
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Here's a couple of options, one with more frost and one with less, in the upper left corner and across the top only. Variants are why I always save the layered version (unless I screw up and accidentally fail to do so).
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I need to learn how to do stuffs like this. Are there any good tutorials out there that you'd recommend?
Thanks muchly for the icon/banner stuffs - is there anything I might be able to provide in return?
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Two possibilities: looking up ice/cold/frost-related literary references, or consulting the Random House Word Menu.
How to put together icons/banners is going to vary widely from program to program. I use Photoshop CS3. It wouldn't surprise me if there might be a very general icon community here on LJ that would offer tutorials - although I suspect those'll not be for higher-end programs like Photoshop. If you've got Photoshop, I can walk you through making one - although the latest bells and whistles won't necessarily be there for pre-CS3 versions.
Did you want a frosty version of the banner as well? And with or without Rose?
Thanks muchly for the icon/banner stuffs - is there anything I might be able to provide in return?
If you feel the need, something ficcy what don't involve waiting 'til October would be lovely. :)
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Yeah... that's a possibility, although the ice/snow doesn't have much to do with the rest of the plot. It'll only be a factor in the first few chapters. *ponders*
Did you want a frosty version of the banner as well? And with or without Rose?
If you're offering, sure! How about without Rose, as having Ten staring off at something the audience can't see seems to work well for what I have in mind.
If you feel the need, something ficcy what don't involve waiting 'til October would be lovely. :)
Lesse - 'Not Here' is still in the works, but I'll see if I can come up with another omake-style drabble. Any requests?
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Something else post-JE?
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From before:
She feels numb.
He's now a permanent fixture in Pete and Jackie's mansion, and her little brother Tony adores him. Some days, she sees the two of them playing in the garden, but she can't bear to watch him. It's a brutal reminder of what she's lost.
"Sweetheart, he's a good man," Jackie says to her. She's taking his side in almost all things these days, something that she's never done before. "He hasn't done anything to deserve the way you're treating him. If you don't mark your territory soon, someone else might come along to steal him away."
"Yeah? Well, they can have him," Rose retorts angrily, forgetting that the window is open. The look on his face burns its way permanently into her brain.
***************
A week later, she bumps into him in the kitchen, where he is sitting and calmly sipping a cup of tea.
"Don't," she says, waving a hand in the air when he quickly rises from his chair, presumably to come to her. He sits. Obediently. Like a dog, she thinks. He watches in silence while she makes herself a cup and heads for the doorway. She turns at the last minute.
"You're not him."
"No," he says quietly, his eyes fathomless. "But I'm like him. With one difference."
"What's that?"
"I can love you," he says simply. "He couldn't. He wouldn't have been able to give you what you want."
"I promised him forever," she says, the tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes.
"I don't have forever," he replies, reminding her of his new humanity. "But what I have to offer is yours."
She runs back to her room, leaving a trail of spilt tea and her tears.
***************
A month later, she's standing in the doorway of his room again, watching him as he sleeps. He's curled up on his side, one arm wrapped around his torso as if to protect himself from invisible blows, dealt by a cruel world that he can't escape from. The only light in the room is from the small piece of coral on the desk, emitting a soft, golden glow that pulses feebly in time with the beating of his single heart. She quietly climbs into the bed with him, pressing her front to his back and wrapping an arm around his slight form. He startles awake, but he's too lost and confused to ask her what she's doing.
"Shhhhhhhh," she whispers as she moves to kiss him.
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Rose accepts.
***************
He surrenders each article of his nightclothes with beautiful grace, allowing her to slip his thin t-shirt over his head and slide his pajama pants from his slim hips. After pushing him back down to the soft confines of the mattress, she sits up on the bed looking down at him, then reaches with shaking fingers for her own clothing. She almost rips her pajamas in her haste to remove them.
He reaches up to her, smiling uncertainly in the dim golden light of the room. "I... I've waited for so long," he murmurs. "I wasn't sure that you would ever want this... want me...."
He swallows hard, his Adams apple bobbing as she lowers herself into his waiting arms and he pulls her close, sighing against her temple. He trails a hand slowly down her back and a foot slowly up the side of her leg as he kisses her ear and cheek and temple. The desire she thought she'd lost forever at Bad Wolf Bay rekindles in her belly and she knows only the want of making the slender form below her know pleasure as best as she can make it.
It's his first time, after all.
***************
In the quiet afterward, with his muffled cries still ringing in her ears, she strokes gently over his temples and damp forehead, smoothing his fringe away from his face. He puts a hand on her cheek, turning his dark eyes to hers. He leans up to kiss her and she wraps her arms around him to pull him closer.
"Welcome home," she whispers to him.
His reply is swallowed up as she moves in to return his kiss. The coral on the desk pulses brightly.
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*wibble*
Welcome home indeed! And even the nascent TARDIS is celebrating. *happy sigh*
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