Comments | sister_dear: International Women's Day meme

sister_dear

International Women's Day meme

Mar 08, 2012 15:29

Name a woman in one of my fandoms and I will attempt a drabble or short fic sketch of her.

If you give me a keyword or lyric, I will use it if it sparks something for me.

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sister_dear March 10 2012, 03:19:43 UTC

I can't remember if femmeslash is to your taste or not? If it's not just let me know and I'll totally post something else for you. (More Maggie is never a bad thing ( ... )

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sister_dear March 10 2012, 03:47:04 UTC

Gotcha! I seemed to remember you saying something along those lines before but couldn't quite recall.

Especially since this Mikaela is still a bit sensitive with anything that might be similar to her relationship with Sam. Poor Maggie's just not used to be the pursuer in an ongoing relationship.

I think they go together well, so if it's weird there's at least two of us here!

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femme4jack March 9 2012, 05:03:15 UTC

G1 Carly :D

sister_dear March 10 2012, 05:37:21 UTC

Carly! Somehow I've never drawn or written her. Cool, got to tackle someone new! :D

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femme4jack March 10 2012, 05:46:27 UTC

oh, she looks awesome! I've always loved those boots of hers. And her big 80s hair with the headband :D

sister_dear March 10 2012, 06:04:51 UTC

Yes, the hair! XD And I'm kind of partial to her socks...

jill_dragon March 9 2012, 10:30:20 UTC

Beast Wars Airazor

sister_dear March 10 2012, 04:18:27 UTC

The winds at this altitude are harsh, buffeting her wings. Airazor has learned by now how to ride the currents instead of fighting them. The techno-organic feathers of her alt form protect her internals from cold and high energon levels alike.

Technically, she’s patrolling. But there is no flash of red up here with her, no shine of translucent wings, and all the animals on the ground below are local.

The planet’s primary star is beginning to dip towards the horizon, bathing the land before her in strong golden light. It reflects off the rivers, turns the expansive fields to swathes of shimmering yellow.

She sends an image capture to Silverbolt, knowing he’ll appreciate it.

She passes out of the updraft she’d been riding. The air under her wings stills, goes dead. Instead of fighting to maintain her current altitude, Airazor takes a chance, transforms, folds her wings in with a wild whoop, and dives.