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[perfectlyrose]

weather the weather

Summary: The Doctor and Lucie have to camp in the heat with a fire blazing. Lucie is not particularly pleased with the situation.

Characters: Eighth Doctor & Lucie Miller

Rating: all ages || Word Count: 420 words

Note #1: for @jem-scribbles‘s Art Party! I’m getting this in right under the wire (again) but I went for the “whether the weather” prompt and the fire prompt :) (so i suppose that qualifies for the Go-Getter Bonus?) 

Note #2: I was re-listening to Eight & Lucie audios today so they were in my head and I had to write them ♥ These two are amazing. Also this is the poem Lucie references

AO3

“I don’t know why you’ve got to have a fire when it’s so bleedin’ hot out here,” Lucie complained. She tugged at the front of her vest top, hoping to create some sort of breeze to cool her off. “I swear it got hotter when the sun went down and that shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, unless you want to be attacked by the gryeans overnight, the fire is necessary. They’re scared of the light,” the Doctor said, poking at the fire he’d built.

“Could’ve done with a lantern or something instead of a fire, s’all I’m saying.”

“Yes, well, fresh out of lanterns I’m afraid.”

“Course you are.”

“Come on, Lucie. It’s just a couple of hours. We can tell ghost stories! I bet I know one that’ll send chills down your spine.” The Doctor grinned and plopped down on the ground crosslegged, setting his velvet coat next to him. Even he wasn’t immune to the oppressive heat and had shed his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

“Fat chance of that when it’s this hot,” she retorted.

“We just need to weather the weather until the sun comes up and then we’ll be back in the TARDIS.”

“Yeah, yeah, heard it before.” Adopting a sing-song voice, Lucie recited, “Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot, we’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather… blah blah blah. It’s rubbish.”

“Well it certainly doesn’t decrease the temperature any so I suppose you’re right.”

They were silent for a moment, both watching the flames dance in front of them.

“What are gryeans anyways?” Lucie finally asked.

“Bit like wolves but bigger and more-”

“Nope, don’t need to know any more than that,” she said hurriedly, cutting the Doctor off. “They’ll stay away as long as we’re in the light though, yeah?”

“Yes, their eyes have never adapted well to anything brighter than moonlight so they avoid it.”

“Good.”

“Indeed,” he agreed. “Now, you said no to ghost stories, but what if I were to say that I had the makings for s’mores in my pockets.”

“Now you’re talking!” Lucie exclaimed, grinning. “Give ‘em here.”

“Can always win you over with chocolate,” he teased, already elbow deep in the pocket of his coat.

“Damn right, you can. What kind of girl would I be if you couldn’t?”

“I don’t think I want to answer that.”

“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?”

The Doctor just laughed and lobbed a bar of chocolate at her before starting his search for the marshmallows.

[theladyro]

Jem’s Art Party entry: May OK, yes, I am master of last possible time posting, but I hope it’s not late yet. So, great and beautiful @jem-scribbles​ is hosting art party again and here is my entry. It’s made of yarn again, though this time it’s crochet.

Summer always puts me in the mood for crochet jewelry, so I knew where to start. I looked at the color sample and liked it, but I knew that I’ll need more colors so I took inspiration from fire photo. Guess it means I can get Go Getter bonus as I kind of used two prompts? Also Crafter’s Bonus cause there are two pieces - necklace ans bracelet.

And I really want to tjank again @jem-scribbles for doing it, it’s such a great inspirational idea!

[joi-in-the-tardis]

Ficlet (10/Rose):

The fire between them snapped and popped, punctuating the doctor's rambling at odd intervals. She'd long since lost track of exactly what he was talking about. The people that lived in the forest? Their unique farming techniques? She was only catching snippets now, letting the sound of his voice and the bright dancing flames lull her into a light doze.

“... Whether the weather… OH!” she jumped slightly at his proclamation, “‘whether the weather! I like that…”  And he was off again, rolling the phrase around in his mouth: over his tongue which he clicked with joy as he smiled at her.

The flames reflected in his eyes, giving them a mischievous glint even as the shadows became trapped in the crinkles around them, warming the look.

“Roo-ooose? You're not nodding off on me are you? Humans! No stamina at all!” His voice took on a whiny quality but he winked at her and smiled wider.

He gave the log beside him a pat while casting her a hopeful look. She wouldn't -couldn't- ignore an invitation like that, even if it meant she had to coax her stiffened limbs into motion.

As soon as she was seated beside him, he had his arm around her. She took a deep breath and leaned into him, his crisp and spicy scent mixing seamlessly with the smell of their campfire.

“Did I ever tell you about the weather on Marxell 6?”

She was asleep before he even began his story

@jem-scribbles, About halfway through making the Negative Space Wave last month I had this thought that since I was doing something seemingly water-related maybe the next one could be fire-related.  I couldn’t be sure that it would fit in with your prompts though, so I waited.  I hoped for a warm color swatch.  Imagine my surprise when, not only was the color prompt orange, but the object prompt was a photo of flames.  There was much cackling on my part.  

Here, I’m thinking what color I’d like to play with next.  *thinks really hard*

... if that works I’m gonna be no good. XD

So, anyway, I had the idea for something flame-related.  I had a vague vision in my head, but nothing concrete.  Then I saw the phrase prompt... And I immediately heard Ten saying it.  Playing with the phrase.  The little ficlet followed shortly after.  I wrote it on break at work on my phone.  It was meant to be a drabble, but it’s actually 2.5 drabbles long. 

Then I pondered how to tie the two together.  I mean, the fire was in the ficlet but how would I put the ficlet in the fire sculpture?  That was when I got the idea to split the sculpture in half and put their words inside.  Not the words from the story I wrote, but the words of Rose and her Doctor.  So, the flames can be closed and it looks like a fire.  Or they can be opened to reveal the story of Rose and the Doctor in their own words: the warmth and spirit and tragedy and eventual happy ending.

Prompts used: Object, Color, Phrase

Bonuses:  Go-getter, Early Bird, Crafter’s, Abstract

[anafiassa]

JEM’s Art Party Challenge - May 2017

@jem-scribbles​ - All right! So, I’m going to try this whole posting-to-tumblr thing again. Woo!

As you can probably guess, this is the necklace and earring set that I made for this month’s Art Party. I was actually so inspired to make it, I finished it a day after seeing the prompts. Which leads me to...

The prompts I used:

The object - The shape of flames is what originally drew me to the pendant... My first thought was to use a sunburst pendant in orange (or yellow), but I could only find one in blue. That ended up being fortuitous, though, because that made me expand into the next prompt. 

The phrase - “Whether the weather” is made me decide to go ahead and use the blue pendant. To make it fit, I went with the juxtaposition of bright yellow (sunshine) and cloudy blue (rain) for the main colors--and the pendant works, since it’s a combination of both. So, whether the weather is sunny or cloudy, this necklace matches it. (I tried to find a yellow raindrop-style bead to hang from the chain extender, to even further the meaning, but alas I could not!) 

The color swatch - I added the orange as a nod to the orange in the color swatch. Besides, orange is complementary to blue (on the color wheel, that is), and just seemed like a natural addition. It helps soften the shift from blue to yellow. 

If I made this set at the beginning of the month, why am I just now sharing it? That’s mostly because I had planned a second necklace, focused more on the campfire-feel of the object. Sadly, the pendant that I want to use for that hasn’t arrived yet--and I figured I’d go ahead and post this now, so I’m not any later. Hopefully if the pendant shows up anytime soon (and if I get time to make what I have planned), I’ll go ahead and share pictures of that one piece, too.

Thanks again for the chance to play along! I’ve really been enjoying these prompts!! :D

P.S. Oh, that’s right... I get bonuses! Go Getter (for using more than one prompt) and Crafter’s Bonus (my natural inclination to make matching earrings worked out for me!).

P.P.S. Like last month, I plan to blog about it on my other blog (found here), with a bit more of a technical jewelry-making write-up. I figured I’d spare you the details of what thickness waxed linen I used to knot it. ;)

[pillie-biper10]

This is my entry for @jem-scribbles‘ Art Party. :)  Rose and Ten attend some sort of fancy event, however the Doctor can’t decide which color trainers he should wear.  So he decides to wear both (and Rose is super embarrassed.)

So I attempted to use all three prompts in this drawing, however I think ended up using only two.  When I saw the Converse sneakers, I obviously thought of the Doctor, and I used the color prompt for the color or Rose’s dress.  I had intended to use the expression prompt for Rose’s face, but that didn’t work in the end.  Oh well. :)

I guess I ended up using the Go Getter Bonus, the Early Bird Bonus, and the Painter’s Bonus.  :)

[elsinore-and-inverness]

An Hundred Shivers

The Doctor has taken refuge deep in the TARDIS. Trying to find a place to sleep for a couple hours. He’s taken his shoes off. Laces untied, holding them by the worn canvas at the back of the heels. There are ostensibly at least a few rooms where the floor isn’t metal grating. At least in theory. He turns a corner. Carpet. Brilliant. Something reflective catches his eye. He turns around. There’s something perched near the back of a shelf, fractured light sparkling off its surface, soft turquoise like the colour of the time rotor. A smashed mirror, some of the silver backing showing through the cracked glass.

He catches a glimpse of his reflection. He looks lost. Well, he is lost. Relatively lost at any rate. He had expected to look tired. Or empty. Something to reflect the cold feeling that had taken up residence in his stomach. He is surprised to see hope in his own eyes.

Then he notices the rose brambles twining about the silver frame and is overwhelmed by a desire to just curl up on the carpet right there in the corridor. And why shouldn’t he?

(obvs I used a reference photo from Richard II)

[flyingjemsaucer]

It’s time to announce the humble-prize winners for May!  The random number generator has spoken!

@anafiassa--Congratulations!  You’re the winner of a small size sticker from my Redbubble shop!  Just PM your sticker choice, as well as your name and address, and I’ll get that out to you asap.  Thanks so much again for playing, hope to see more from you next time!  =)

@elsinore-and-inverness--Congratulations!  You’re the winner of a free five minute doodle of the Doctor (regeneration of your choice) in the form of a 500 x 500 JPG file, to be used as you wish except for profit (personal website, avatar, siggy box, whatever).  Just let me know which Doctor you’d like me to scribble for you.  =)  Hope to see more from you next round!

Thanks, everyone, for playing again!  Promos will be up soon!  =)

[perfectlyrose]

varying definitions of art

an original piece for @jem-scribbles‘s Art Party, inspired by the prompt “cracked and broken”

warnings for mentions of death / violence / blood

300 words

Lea hummed as she rinsed her hands under the sink’s warm water for what had to be the fifteenth time. Work was always so messy these days but her clients paid for art and that’s what she always gave them. It wasn’t her fault that the art involved in her craft had morphed into violent sprays of color on unexpected surfaces or gaping holes in her canvas. That’s just what the public wanted now.

She missed the days when she could be more subtle, where shades of blue barely seen were all the rage instead of great swathes of red. If you asked her, which no one ever did, the public had no sense of taste whatsoever but she still bent to their whims so she could get paid.

Hands finally free of their red stains, Lea quickly packed her tools back into their case and rolled it up. She took one last look at her latest creation and smiled before turning away. She stashed her tool case in her purse and retrieved her favorite black coat from the hook next to the door, tying the sash around her waist so the bits of red that had stained her dress in a careless moment wouldn’t be observed.

Lea slipped her feet into her blue heels and unlocked the door. She left it open as she walked away towards the elevator. It wouldn’t take long for someone to find the man, whose name she hadn’t bothered to learn, cracked and empty and dead on the floor of his apartment, blood painting the scene around him. She planned to be long gone by the time that happened. After all, there was another masterpiece to be created on the West Coast and at this rate, she was barely going to make her flight.