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pensnestRec at least three fanworks that you didn’t create.
Recs! Always fun, provided I can remember where the things I've loved are to be found….
So.
First, a story that has apparently been around for several years, but which I only encountered very recently, no doubt thanks to somebody else's rec: Jeeves and the Inferior Valet, or, Thomas and the Kindest Man in England, by Alex51324. This is a delightful mixture of the worlds of Jeeves and Downton Abbey, really a perfectly reasonable thing to do. While Bertie is visiting Downton Abbey he has an unfortunate connection with Barrow, and Jeeves eventually puts things to rights. It's very well done—the 'voices' are really nicely caught from both points of view, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Three stories by the same author, because they all bring me great joy in quite different ways.
Firstly, a remix. This is the original story, long beloved in the popslash world, and turps wrote Walk Like a Camelidae—the doctor do little talk talk mix, which is even more adorable. I mean, I could wax philosophical about how turning into a llama is a metaphor for being gay, but nobody cares when Llance licks Justin's squicked cheek, and provides dried pellets which Justin mistakes for raisins, and can wear custom-made glittery chaps.
The next one brings a little moisture to the eyes. Spot was written for my Dragon Challenge in 2006. It's a story about Lance, growing up with his friend, Spot. Awww.
Like It Says On The Can was also written for the Dragon Challenge (in a subsequent year which had expanded the challenge to include dwarves and dolphins). Er, possibly read the Additional Tags on this one? I *adore* it. It is Bad and Wrong and Hilarious, all kinds of slightly (or extremely) disturbing kinks bestowed upon our boys, and written as a documentary which references an unusual LJ community. Read it. You'll never be the same again.
***Muttley laugh***
When Life Gives You Apples was written by Roga and performed by Miss_S_B for the pod_together fest, and I strongly recommend that you listen to it instead of reading it. The story is incredibly well done and utterly Pratchettian, and the podfic is pretty well perfect, from the reader's accent to the perfection of the sound effects. I remember hoping that Sir Pterry had come across it. Oh, the story involves DEATH, Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg, Magrat, and some new tech-no-go-ly.
Finally, another story involving a dragon, though written for a different Dragon challenge, is Spreading Wings by chalcopyrite. I cannot tell a lie, I did the illustrations for this story, but they aren't important. It is popslash set in the Pern universe: Lance, craftbred, was never meant to be a dragonrider, but he Impressed anyway and has to figure out his place in the Weyr. nb Pern-typical consent issues, if you know that canon you'll know what that means.
Finally, it is my cats' Official Birthday today: they are Three.
They have been woefully unphotogenic, for a change—though to be fair we have spent more time than usual out of the house—but I managed to take a picture that, I hope, demonstrates that my rhapsodies about Sable's thick, thick fur are not exaggerated.
Recs! Always fun, provided I can remember where the things I've loved are to be found….
So.
First, a story that has apparently been around for several years, but which I only encountered very recently, no doubt thanks to somebody else's rec: Jeeves and the Inferior Valet, or, Thomas and the Kindest Man in England, by Alex51324. This is a delightful mixture of the worlds of Jeeves and Downton Abbey, really a perfectly reasonable thing to do. While Bertie is visiting Downton Abbey he has an unfortunate connection with Barrow, and Jeeves eventually puts things to rights. It's very well done—the 'voices' are really nicely caught from both points of view, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Three stories by the same author, because they all bring me great joy in quite different ways.
Firstly, a remix. This is the original story, long beloved in the popslash world, and turps wrote Walk Like a Camelidae—the doctor do little talk talk mix, which is even more adorable. I mean, I could wax philosophical about how turning into a llama is a metaphor for being gay, but nobody cares when Llance licks Justin's squicked cheek, and provides dried pellets which Justin mistakes for raisins, and can wear custom-made glittery chaps.
The next one brings a little moisture to the eyes. Spot was written for my Dragon Challenge in 2006. It's a story about Lance, growing up with his friend, Spot. Awww.
Like It Says On The Can was also written for the Dragon Challenge (in a subsequent year which had expanded the challenge to include dwarves and dolphins). Er, possibly read the Additional Tags on this one? I *adore* it. It is Bad and Wrong and Hilarious, all kinds of slightly (or extremely) disturbing kinks bestowed upon our boys, and written as a documentary which references an unusual LJ community. Read it. You'll never be the same again.
***Muttley laugh***
When Life Gives You Apples was written by Roga and performed by Miss_S_B for the pod_together fest, and I strongly recommend that you listen to it instead of reading it. The story is incredibly well done and utterly Pratchettian, and the podfic is pretty well perfect, from the reader's accent to the perfection of the sound effects. I remember hoping that Sir Pterry had come across it. Oh, the story involves DEATH, Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg, Magrat, and some new tech-no-go-ly.
Finally, another story involving a dragon, though written for a different Dragon challenge, is Spreading Wings by chalcopyrite. I cannot tell a lie, I did the illustrations for this story, but they aren't important. It is popslash set in the Pern universe: Lance, craftbred, was never meant to be a dragonrider, but he Impressed anyway and has to figure out his place in the Weyr. nb Pern-typical consent issues, if you know that canon you'll know what that means.
Finally, it is my cats' Official Birthday today: they are Three.
They have been woefully unphotogenic, for a change—though to be fair we have spent more time than usual out of the house—but I managed to take a picture that, I hope, demonstrates that my rhapsodies about Sable's thick, thick fur are not exaggerated.
