Gift meme + mini-rec (OUaT, Firefly)
Gift meme (snagged from hyena_gal ): The first five people to comment on this post will receive from me, sometime this year, a gift - perhaps a picture I drew for you - a surprise! There will be no warning and it will happen whenever the mood strikes me. The catch? Those five people should make the same offer...
This actually sounds really excellent, since I feel like I'm a heavily mediocre LJ friend, most of the time. The gifts I give are (spoiler alert) almost definitely going to be fanfic, so be aware of that. Feel free to request a certain type of fic, too, because I'm trying to branch out in the fandoms, pairings, and characters I write. If you want Giles/Spike or Sam/Ruby, you've got it.
In terms of fic reccing, here are the three ficlets that I wrote for purimgifts, as gifts for krastakin last month, but forgot to post here. I'm having one of those days where the motivation to actually do things doesn't exist, so I'm just going to link to the original postings on AO3. All three are Once Upon a Time, about Ruby, Mary Margaret, and Mulan respectively, and while two of them make reference to romantic pairings, they're all pretty character focused with an emphasis on the female characters.
Wild Things (Ruby)
Chatanu (Mary Margaret Blanchard, David/Mary Margaret)
A Woman Who Stood as a Man (Mulan, Mulan/Phillip)
Finally, here's a comment fic I wrote for Firefly for the prompt: Any sci-fi fandom, any, In the future, nobody cares about the color of your skin; but that doesn't mean they don't find categories to judge you by.
The Consequences of Revolution, Firefly, Zoe Alleyne
A/N: This takes place a few years after the Browncoats/Alliance war, and before the crew of Serenity is assembled.
It's 2536, and Zoe Alleyne is still a minority. She knows that on Earth that was, people used to judge based on the color of your skin or the name of the god you prayed to, but out here, in the black, people have found new ways to hate.
She is a Browncoat and a rebel and a traitor, and, even years after she has lost her war, the occasional person still spits in her path. It's not like traitor was branded across her forehead or anything obvious, but she walks like a soldier, and there are only two kinds of soldiers left: those in Alliance uniforms and those who used to wear brown costs.
She doesn't regret fighting for what she believed in, even as she and Mal smuggle puppets and toy dolls to backwoods moons. People look down on her in the grand markets and bazaars of Isis-4 and Cybele for her boots-and-breeches uniform of a smuggler, and, in the musty black markets of Hermes and in corner taverns in Baldur's airport cities, thrives and crooks shy away from her soldier's gait. Her brown coat has turned her into this, a warrior thief who deals in smuggled goods and gutter folk, but she will survive. Fighting for a revolution was the greatest thing Zoe could ever hope to have done, even if it has marked her as an outcast. Regardless of how hated and mistrusted she was by Alliance men and by criminals alike, Zoe had fought her fight, and that was all that mattered. She had done the right thing, and she didn't care about anything else.
All the same, she wishes that it didn't matter what side of the war she had fought on. Zoe wishes that worlds were better places where history wouldn't chain her to mistrust and hate, but that is not the way things are. And no matter how many Alliance soldiers spit at her rebel boots and no matter how many black market salesmen turn away from her neat vest and soldier's posture, she doesn't regret fighting. Being a minority is far better than being a coward. Because even if other people hate her and the things she stands for, Zoe has never hated herself for not standing up.
fin.
This actually sounds really excellent, since I feel like I'm a heavily mediocre LJ friend, most of the time. The gifts I give are (spoiler alert) almost definitely going to be fanfic, so be aware of that. Feel free to request a certain type of fic, too, because I'm trying to branch out in the fandoms, pairings, and characters I write. If you want Giles/Spike or Sam/Ruby, you've got it.
In terms of fic reccing, here are the three ficlets that I wrote for purimgifts, as gifts for krastakin last month, but forgot to post here. I'm having one of those days where the motivation to actually do things doesn't exist, so I'm just going to link to the original postings on AO3. All three are Once Upon a Time, about Ruby, Mary Margaret, and Mulan respectively, and while two of them make reference to romantic pairings, they're all pretty character focused with an emphasis on the female characters.
Wild Things (Ruby)
Chatanu (Mary Margaret Blanchard, David/Mary Margaret)
A Woman Who Stood as a Man (Mulan, Mulan/Phillip)
Finally, here's a comment fic I wrote for Firefly for the prompt: Any sci-fi fandom, any, In the future, nobody cares about the color of your skin; but that doesn't mean they don't find categories to judge you by.
The Consequences of Revolution, Firefly, Zoe Alleyne
A/N: This takes place a few years after the Browncoats/Alliance war, and before the crew of Serenity is assembled.
It's 2536, and Zoe Alleyne is still a minority. She knows that on Earth that was, people used to judge based on the color of your skin or the name of the god you prayed to, but out here, in the black, people have found new ways to hate.
She is a Browncoat and a rebel and a traitor, and, even years after she has lost her war, the occasional person still spits in her path. It's not like traitor was branded across her forehead or anything obvious, but she walks like a soldier, and there are only two kinds of soldiers left: those in Alliance uniforms and those who used to wear brown costs.
She doesn't regret fighting for what she believed in, even as she and Mal smuggle puppets and toy dolls to backwoods moons. People look down on her in the grand markets and bazaars of Isis-4 and Cybele for her boots-and-breeches uniform of a smuggler, and, in the musty black markets of Hermes and in corner taverns in Baldur's airport cities, thrives and crooks shy away from her soldier's gait. Her brown coat has turned her into this, a warrior thief who deals in smuggled goods and gutter folk, but she will survive. Fighting for a revolution was the greatest thing Zoe could ever hope to have done, even if it has marked her as an outcast. Regardless of how hated and mistrusted she was by Alliance men and by criminals alike, Zoe had fought her fight, and that was all that mattered. She had done the right thing, and she didn't care about anything else.
All the same, she wishes that it didn't matter what side of the war she had fought on. Zoe wishes that worlds were better places where history wouldn't chain her to mistrust and hate, but that is not the way things are. And no matter how many Alliance soldiers spit at her rebel boots and no matter how many black market salesmen turn away from her neat vest and soldier's posture, she doesn't regret fighting. Being a minority is far better than being a coward. Because even if other people hate her and the things she stands for, Zoe has never hated herself for not standing up.
fin.