Rec: First Steps
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best_enemiesTitle: First Steps
Pairing: Gen. Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Length: 21,925
Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?
Warnings: Miscarriage/infant death and severe burns and dehydration in Chapter Three.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): charamei on Dreamwidth, Charamei on AO3
Why this must be read:
This is kid!fic of the highest order. I love so many things about this: the Doctor's first words; Braxiatel getting stuck with a ridiculous name; the Doctor's immediate fondness for screwdrivers; the ridiculous picture the adult Time Lords make sunk into the mud; the epilogue! I love the last line so much. So much of this fic makes me grin until my face hurts, but it's not without angst, as well. And adventures!
The story takes bits of Lungbarrow and other canon, and uses them in a creative and interesting way. Probably my favorite use of Looms in fanfic, ever. In fact, this fic as a whole seems very creative and fresh to me.
The Doctor, Brax, and the Master possess the essential character traits that make them themselves, but they are also very much young children. Charamei achieves just the right balance of these things, so that they are in character, but also believable as just-loomed Time Tots. I really hope you give this story a read!
He calls again, louder this time, but the legs don't even twitch. It looks as though the Loomling's stuck; the only reason the hatch isn't fully closed is that it's obstructed by his middle, and as Snail gets closer he thinks he can see glowing cables snarled up around the Loomling's top half, inside the Loom. The Loomling isn't moving at all. Snail wonders if he's even breathing.
Reaching the hatch, he stands on tip-toe, trying to see through the gap to the Loomling beyond. The air inside the Loom shimmers with heat; the smell makes him cough and retch. All he can see of the Loomling before he has to withdraw are patches of dry, saggy skin and lank dark hair, lit dimly by the golden glow of the cabling.
Tentatively, he reaches up and touches a foreleg. It's far too hot and sticky with half-dried sweat, and it jerks. Snail jumps away in shock, then realises that this means the Loomling is alive and grins a bit in relief.
"You are all right." He gets no response. The Loomling's foot swings to rest in the same position as it held before. "Well, that's rude!"
Still the Loomling doesn't reply. Snail jabs the leg again, and once again it kicks in reflex. "Look, I know you're awake because you kick me every time I do that." He jabs again for good measure. "I came all the way up here just for you, you know."
Silence. Beginning to get cross, Snail pokes the Loomling hard again, and again, and again, all over his legs and bottom. It's easy to avoid the kicks, because they're always timed exactly the same, so he's surprised when they stop coming and a hoarse voice from inside the Loom asks politely, "Why are you doing that?"
The Loomling's tone only makes Snail angrier. "Because you wouldn't talk to me!"
"Oh," the Loomling says. Then, in the same disinterested voice, "Have you been here long, then?"
"I said hello," Snail snaps.
"I didn't notice."
Snail sticks his tongue out at the Loomling's behind and flumps down on the floor next to the hatch, wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. Some new friend this is. It'd serve him right if Snail just left him here.
"I came because you were screaming," he says, a little sulkily. "I thought you needed help. I'm Snail."
"I wasn't screaming." For the first time, the Loomling displays emotion, but it's not fear. It's derision. "I'm fine."
Link to the story: Here
Title: Gallifreyan History 101
Pairing: Gen? (I'm honestly not sure.)
Length: 4:27
Warnings: Silliness.
Musical Artist and Cosplayers: Chameleon Circuit (link to DFTBA and to Itunes) and TARDISparty
Why this must be seen:
This is so much fun! It's a music video done for another Chameleon Circuit song, this time off their first album. The song itself isn't about the Doctor and the Master; I've included this for the video. The video was made by a couple of cosplayers, playing the Fifth Doctor and Ainley!Master. The song provides the setting (a lecture about Gallifreyan history to an Academy class). The video consists of the Doctor and the Master being the sort of students a professor might have nightmares about. There are jellybabies, paper ball throwing fights, note passing, falling asleep on each other, and hat theft!
Link to the video: Here
Pairing: Gen. Snail, Flabbaduckarusa and Tagalong. Or, in adult-speak: the Doctor, Braxiatel, and the Master.
Length: 21,925
Summary: There's being born, and then there's being born into a world with no adults, no clothes, no food and a terrifying alien Thing upstairs. When their Looms birth them straight into the middle of an emergency, can Our Heroes muddle through?
Warnings: Miscarriage/infant death and severe burns and dehydration in Chapter Three.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): charamei on Dreamwidth, Charamei on AO3
Why this must be read:
This is kid!fic of the highest order. I love so many things about this: the Doctor's first words; Braxiatel getting stuck with a ridiculous name; the Doctor's immediate fondness for screwdrivers; the ridiculous picture the adult Time Lords make sunk into the mud; the epilogue! I love the last line so much. So much of this fic makes me grin until my face hurts, but it's not without angst, as well. And adventures!
The story takes bits of Lungbarrow and other canon, and uses them in a creative and interesting way. Probably my favorite use of Looms in fanfic, ever. In fact, this fic as a whole seems very creative and fresh to me.
The Doctor, Brax, and the Master possess the essential character traits that make them themselves, but they are also very much young children. Charamei achieves just the right balance of these things, so that they are in character, but also believable as just-loomed Time Tots. I really hope you give this story a read!
He calls again, louder this time, but the legs don't even twitch. It looks as though the Loomling's stuck; the only reason the hatch isn't fully closed is that it's obstructed by his middle, and as Snail gets closer he thinks he can see glowing cables snarled up around the Loomling's top half, inside the Loom. The Loomling isn't moving at all. Snail wonders if he's even breathing.
Reaching the hatch, he stands on tip-toe, trying to see through the gap to the Loomling beyond. The air inside the Loom shimmers with heat; the smell makes him cough and retch. All he can see of the Loomling before he has to withdraw are patches of dry, saggy skin and lank dark hair, lit dimly by the golden glow of the cabling.
Tentatively, he reaches up and touches a foreleg. It's far too hot and sticky with half-dried sweat, and it jerks. Snail jumps away in shock, then realises that this means the Loomling is alive and grins a bit in relief.
"You are all right." He gets no response. The Loomling's foot swings to rest in the same position as it held before. "Well, that's rude!"
Still the Loomling doesn't reply. Snail jabs the leg again, and once again it kicks in reflex. "Look, I know you're awake because you kick me every time I do that." He jabs again for good measure. "I came all the way up here just for you, you know."
Silence. Beginning to get cross, Snail pokes the Loomling hard again, and again, and again, all over his legs and bottom. It's easy to avoid the kicks, because they're always timed exactly the same, so he's surprised when they stop coming and a hoarse voice from inside the Loom asks politely, "Why are you doing that?"
The Loomling's tone only makes Snail angrier. "Because you wouldn't talk to me!"
"Oh," the Loomling says. Then, in the same disinterested voice, "Have you been here long, then?"
"I said hello," Snail snaps.
"I didn't notice."
Snail sticks his tongue out at the Loomling's behind and flumps down on the floor next to the hatch, wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. Some new friend this is. It'd serve him right if Snail just left him here.
"I came because you were screaming," he says, a little sulkily. "I thought you needed help. I'm Snail."
"I wasn't screaming." For the first time, the Loomling displays emotion, but it's not fear. It's derision. "I'm fine."
Link to the story: Here
Title: Gallifreyan History 101
Pairing: Gen? (I'm honestly not sure.)
Length: 4:27
Warnings: Silliness.
Musical Artist and Cosplayers: Chameleon Circuit (link to DFTBA and to Itunes) and TARDISparty
Why this must be seen:
This is so much fun! It's a music video done for another Chameleon Circuit song, this time off their first album. The song itself isn't about the Doctor and the Master; I've included this for the video. The video was made by a couple of cosplayers, playing the Fifth Doctor and Ainley!Master. The song provides the setting (a lecture about Gallifreyan history to an Academy class). The video consists of the Doctor and the Master being the sort of students a professor might have nightmares about. There are jellybabies, paper ball throwing fights, note passing, falling asleep on each other, and hat theft!
Link to the video: Here
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