Yuletide Santa Letter
Umm, so by 'later,' I meant I didn't know how my paper would toss me into a little dank cell with neither light nor hope of freedom, and where sharp-toothed Greek and Elizabethan rats gnawed on my brain for fun. But I'm free at last. And maybe I was a little over-enthusiastic, because the letter is...umm. Long.
Dear Yuletide Santa,
Before anything else, I just want say how utterly ecstatic I am that you signed-up to write for the fandoms I requested. Because I didn't throw in some of the more popular Yuletide fandoms this year, I was afraid that I would be one of the people who would be told to resubmit their requests. So, yes... *celebratory dance*
Now you've probably already looked over my requests, and maybe you looked at number three and went, "hmm" and did a quirky eyebrow thing. "We the Living" really has Ayn Rand's most engaging and tragic characters. If you haven't read it, it has a beautifully strong heroine and a deliciously conflicted hero (and an annoying cardboard/soap-box construct called Leo, but let's ignore that for the time being). I'd requested a "We the Living" fanfic for last year's Yuletide, and I'd love to finally read about Andrei Taganov this Yuletide. He's a character that makes my gut clench and throat tighten -- as does all the other tragic heroes who may be too conflicted to be conventionally called such. The destruction of Andrei Taganov at his own hands is painful and horrific, and utterly utterly sublime tragedy. And good tragedy is me not-so-secret sweet tooth.
That being said, please don't feel that you must write on "We the Living." I will offer my first born if I happen to receive a "We the Living" story for Christmas this year. But then again, babies may still be given away if I happen to receive an "Alamut" fanfiction instead. While Aidan is not exactly tragic or conflicted in the way I traditionally like my fictional men (such as Andrei Taganov from We the Living, Magneto from X-Men, Methos from Highlander, Lex Luthor from Smallville, etc. etc.), he has all the necessary ingredients for a truly beautiful breakdown. There is the whole 'let's go to the holy land and reclaim it back from the heathens, and oh if we need to chop through a few mothers and babies, we have our hair-shirts all packed and ready to wear.' And all this as textual evidence. Add to that how he is immortal and will live past all his mortal friends and loves, and if you're a Highlander fan you could enjoy all the gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair that go with that.
The desert/arabic theme from my Alamut request is repeated in my Damar request. One of my favorite parts in the Blue Sword was when Harry fought against the veiled Corlath in the tournament. There is just something about the anonymity and the romance and how the world fell away from Harry until there was only the pass and thrust of the sword. I always wondered how the younger Corlath had fared at the tournaments. The sand, the sun, the warm horse breath, the steel against hot flesh.
I'm equally comfortable with NC-17 and gen and all the permutations that lie in between, although please no PWP. I like tragedy, I like heroism, I like tragic heroism, I like violent tales of bloodshed interspaced with despairing self-flagellation, I like slowly awakening personal epiphanies that break like tree roots through city sidewalks, cracking old preconceived notions about the world, about themselves.
I am a firm believer in Aristotle's philosophy of catharsis through the arts.
At the end of this, I just want to say again how very grateful I am that you signed on for Yuletide.
Dear Yuletide Santa,
Before anything else, I just want say how utterly ecstatic I am that you signed-up to write for the fandoms I requested. Because I didn't throw in some of the more popular Yuletide fandoms this year, I was afraid that I would be one of the people who would be told to resubmit their requests. So, yes... *celebratory dance*
Now you've probably already looked over my requests, and maybe you looked at number three and went, "hmm" and did a quirky eyebrow thing. "We the Living" really has Ayn Rand's most engaging and tragic characters. If you haven't read it, it has a beautifully strong heroine and a deliciously conflicted hero (and an annoying cardboard/soap-box construct called Leo, but let's ignore that for the time being). I'd requested a "We the Living" fanfic for last year's Yuletide, and I'd love to finally read about Andrei Taganov this Yuletide. He's a character that makes my gut clench and throat tighten -- as does all the other tragic heroes who may be too conflicted to be conventionally called such. The destruction of Andrei Taganov at his own hands is painful and horrific, and utterly utterly sublime tragedy. And good tragedy is me not-so-secret sweet tooth.
That being said, please don't feel that you must write on "We the Living." I will offer my first born if I happen to receive a "We the Living" story for Christmas this year. But then again, babies may still be given away if I happen to receive an "Alamut" fanfiction instead. While Aidan is not exactly tragic or conflicted in the way I traditionally like my fictional men (such as Andrei Taganov from We the Living, Magneto from X-Men, Methos from Highlander, Lex Luthor from Smallville, etc. etc.), he has all the necessary ingredients for a truly beautiful breakdown. There is the whole 'let's go to the holy land and reclaim it back from the heathens, and oh if we need to chop through a few mothers and babies, we have our hair-shirts all packed and ready to wear.' And all this as textual evidence. Add to that how he is immortal and will live past all his mortal friends and loves, and if you're a Highlander fan you could enjoy all the gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair that go with that.
The desert/arabic theme from my Alamut request is repeated in my Damar request. One of my favorite parts in the Blue Sword was when Harry fought against the veiled Corlath in the tournament. There is just something about the anonymity and the romance and how the world fell away from Harry until there was only the pass and thrust of the sword. I always wondered how the younger Corlath had fared at the tournaments. The sand, the sun, the warm horse breath, the steel against hot flesh.
I'm equally comfortable with NC-17 and gen and all the permutations that lie in between, although please no PWP. I like tragedy, I like heroism, I like tragic heroism, I like violent tales of bloodshed interspaced with despairing self-flagellation, I like slowly awakening personal epiphanies that break like tree roots through city sidewalks, cracking old preconceived notions about the world, about themselves.
I am a firm believer in Aristotle's philosophy of catharsis through the arts.
At the end of this, I just want to say again how very grateful I am that you signed on for Yuletide.