now, mind you, Shove's story is the one that I have mapped out the farthest, and the one that needs to be finished first.... but so long as you post chapters for your story, I'll post chapters for mine.
You know... you might even get a medal for it. There's a LOT of people who've been prodding me the last few years to get off my lazy tuckus and finish those two.
I actually adored "Shove's Tale," or what was up of it so far. That's also one of the aspects of your fics that I liked the best: the weaving in of the goblins, and their zany antics (the popcorn in "Immortal Love" and Shove's "Wanna taste?" in his Tale) really brings home the aspect of Jareth as King of the (lunatic) Goblins, as well as whatever otherworldly supernatural stuff he's got going for him.
I left that aspect by the wayside in "Erlkoenig" and "In a Glass, Darkly", just because I couldn't see *any* way of fitting it in. But I tried to make up for it in "My True Love," and that was really due to your influence.
Two things:
1) with all my commenting on your fic, I realized that I haven't friggin reviewed any of it, and
2) I only think my most recent has one chapter left in it, if that. Would you accept reviews + that chapter, whenever the latter sees fit to coalesce in my noggin?
Bah! I just submitted my (short, irrelevant) review for "Thrice Upon A Time," and realized--Duh! Twelve Dancing Princesses! But it won't let me submit another review. Woe!
Hopefully all those exclamation points express my grief.
Jareth’s forehead creased, and he reached out to brush feathers from her hair. “Where did you acquire these?”
“Oh - oh, a goblin dumped them on me. And if they’re yours, Jareth - well, I’m a little worried. Can owls get mange?”
“No,” he snipped. “Bugwittle had specific instructions: to release one feather every two minutes, the better for them to waft past your window and build a mood of ominous anticipation. I should have known better than to assume he could count that high.”
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I know, I know, it's self-pimping. But I'm happy to have gotten in a dig at all the fics in which Sarah finds one! snow-white! feather! on the lawn, or on her windowsill, or on the toilet seat. I mean, G.M. Chrysler - how many feathers can an owl spare, anyway?
I still like Pika's drawing of the same, though. :) [/contradiction]
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Psh. You said you weren't in the ship wars...isn't that a touch different? ;)
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:) I guess so. And yay, indeed, for medieval tapestries!
Good luck on your gloss project, BTW. I read your thoughts about it, and they are v. v. impressive.
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you continue a story...I continue a story.
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You know... you might even get a medal for it. There's a LOT of people who've been prodding me the last few years to get off my lazy tuckus and finish those two.
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I left that aspect by the wayside in "Erlkoenig" and "In a Glass, Darkly", just because I couldn't see *any* way of fitting it in. But I tried to make up for it in "My True Love," and that was really due to your influence.
Two things:
1) with all my commenting on your fic, I realized that I haven't friggin reviewed any of it, and
2) I only think my most recent has one chapter left in it, if that. Would you accept reviews + that chapter, whenever the latter sees fit to coalesce in my noggin?
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But it won't let me submit another review. Woe!
Hopefully all those exclamation points express my grief.
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:) Don't worry, I believe you.
Thanks for your review - and: hardy har _hardly_ about the oodles of time just hanging off my hands ...
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Still, I have a need for good Jareth/Sarah banter. Off to dig through ff.net, I suppose!
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Jareth’s forehead creased, and he reached out to brush feathers from her hair. “Where did you acquire these?”
“Oh - oh, a goblin dumped them on me. And if they’re yours, Jareth - well, I’m a little worried. Can owls get mange?”
“No,” he snipped. “Bugwittle had specific instructions: to release one feather every two minutes, the better for them to waft past your window and build a mood of ominous anticipation. I should have known better than to assume he could count that high.”
*****
I know, I know, it's self-pimping. But I'm happy to have gotten in a dig at all the fics in which Sarah finds one! snow-white! feather! on the lawn, or on her windowsill, or on the toilet seat. I mean, G.M. Chrysler - how many feathers can an owl spare, anyway?
I still like Pika's drawing of the same, though. :) [/contradiction]
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