#rose--nebula

[chiaroscuroverse]

rose--nebula mentioned you on a post “Paul McGann in Paper Mask (1990) Oh-oh, yes I’m the great pretender...”

@chiaroscuroverse​ Yes, neckporn! My thought exactly, haha. I looove the gif set and I need screenshots of this movie for manips, pleeeease.

Look at this beauty!! I found out Paper Mask is available on YouTube (and maybe google play?) for free! 

I am so excited you want to do manips!!!!

[kelkat9]

rose--nebula replied to your post: NaNo

Those delicate teacups fall from theirs saucers all the time, only to soak their unsuspecting drinker’s clothes…

Excellent point!

[tenroseforeverandever]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

(Sorry! A day late! But the appreciation is just as deserved no matter what day it is!)

For Fanfic Writer Wednesday, this week, I would like to welcome a new author to our ranks!

@rose--nebula is well known to many of you as the creator of magnificent Doctor Who fanart! She is also an avid reader of Doctor Who Fanfc!

Today (Thursday June 1, 2017!) she posted her very first piece of Doctor Who fanfic, The Pleasures of Jealousy. I know how proud and excited she was to share this story and the associated fanart with the fandom, so I figured a signal boost was in order!

I am forever in awe of those writers among us who do not speak English as their first language, and still produce absolutely stunning fanfics written in this most challenging language. @rose--nebula is one of these brave and talented authors. I bow before you. <3

[chocolatequeennk]

rose--nebula replied to your post “Oh, so I’m still the Doctor, then?”

Yes, yes, please let it be a thing! :D

pellaaearien replied to your post “Oh, so I’m still the Doctor, then?”

*petitioning for meta monday to be a thing*

The people have spoken! Meta Monday will be a thing!

[chocolatequeennk]

Do you have a story in your head that you could never quite "bring to paper" the way you wanted it to?

(Yes, but first…)

This doesn’t happen to me too often. My creative process could be described as planting a lot of seeds, watering them evenly, and tending the plants that do well. There are a lot of seeds that never become full story ideas, no matter how much they’re watered. But since I spend my time on the ones that are bearing fruit, I barely even consider those pitiful little sprouts to be “stories in my head.” They were things that could have become stories, but for whatever reason, did not.

Now, go under the read more for two examples of abandoned stories.

The first is from a soulmates AU I was working on. Doctor Who ‘verse, since I like to do that. I took the idea of your soulmark being the first word/words your soulmate says to you and tweaked it. What if instead of being born with the mark, or getting it when you meet, you don’t get your mark until you know you love them? So, it’s like a confirmation of what you already know? Here’s 233 words of that:

Each moment, each crisis had imprinted the Doctor more firmly into her heart, but it wasn’t until he threw away his weapon after facing his oldest enemy and clung to her desperately that she knew she loved him.

When she found a dark spot on her hip the next morning, she figured it was a bruise from all the running and dodging she’d done in Van Statten’s bunker. It wasn’t tender, which was a bit weird, but what else could a small, dark spot on her skin be?

The spot ached when the Doctor called Adam her boyfriend. The word was just wrong, even though pre-Doctor Rose would definitely have been interested in Adam. Riding the elevator up to Floor 500 with the Doctor, standing with him even when he said she could stay below, that felt right, and the ache dissipated.

She forgot about the mark for a while, but then came the disaster in 1987. The moment the Doctor was swallowed by the Reapers, Rose felt a searing pain in her hip. She wouldn’t lose the Doctor, not because she’d done something so stupid. Watching her dad die hurt, but it didn’t hurt as much as the thought of life without the Doctor.

When she looked at her hip that night, she wasn’t surprised to find the undefined mark was now a single word, etched clearly into her skin. Run.  

The second was just this month, actually. @dwficprompts​ posted a lovely picture of a couple sitting together outside a cafe. I got the idea to make it a proposal fic, and it’s really almost done. But I just can’t get the emotions right–I think because it’s an AU that I’m jumping straight to the proposal, so I just don’t have the emotional investment in the two of them. Here’s the first 312 words of that.

The first snowflakes fell as James left the shop. A taxi slowed, but he waved the driver on. He was meeting Rose for lunch at a bistro just around the corner; he’d barely be chilled by the time he arrived.

His phone chimed with a new text message as he strode briskly down the pavement, and he slowed just enough to pull it out of his breast pocket before speeding back up.

Almost there! Can’t wait to see you—it’s been too long. xx

James’ ears turned hot when he read her text. He’d confessed his awkward texting hangups to Rose not long after they started dating a year ago, and she’d laughed when he’d flailed, trying to explain the problems inherent in the text kiss. “And I suppose two text kisses is practically sexting, then?” she’d teased, her tongue peeking out of her smile.

Six weeks later, his job had taken him away from London, and the double text kiss had become their private way of letting each other know when their thoughts had wandered outside the realm of what was safe to say at work. Seeing those two kisses now, he wished he didn’t have to be on a plane back to Rome that afternoon.

When he turned the corner and spotted a flash of familiar blonde hair at the other end of the street, James shoved his phone back into his pocket and started running, his overcoat flapping in the wind behind him.

He reached Rose in front of the bistro, and she jumped into his open arms. Strangers cast them disgruntled looks and moved around them as he spun Rose around a few times before setting her on her feet, his hand planted firmly at the small of her back.

“Hello, love,” he murmured as he leaned down.

“Hi there,” she replied just before his lips met hers.

Thanks for the ask! This was a fun question.

@rose--nebula--mentioning you b/c I don’t trust Tumblr’s notifications.