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Yuletide recs, pt. 1
Dec. 26th, 2014 09:06 amI signed up for Yuletide 2014; by December it became clear that I was out of brain and out of spoons and needed to default. My gifter defaulted, too, and that, properly, should have been the end of gifts for me.
Instead, I got three unassigned gifts (treats) out of the blue, and all of them were funny, my fic weakness, and delightful. Here they are in reverse chronological order:
Missed by a Nose, Peter Capaldi's Eyebrows RPF
Thanks to a startling series of events, I created, nominated, and requested this fandom. In return, I received this awesome fic in which the elements of Peter Capaldi's face flirt and squabble with one another.
Some Additional Tales of My Dealings With Rupert Hentzau Rupert/Rudolf slash.
The narrative voice is perfectly Zendan, capturing Rudolf's pomposity and faux-modest self-praise. The events are jigsaw-fitted into the marquetry of the existing story.
A drabble! And the sort of drabble for which the form exists: every word used effectively, a complete plot arc in a tiny space. I described in my comment as "A violet-scented bonbon just for me.", and so it is. I won't quote here, because quoting a drabble makes as much sense as scooping the middle out of a bonbon.
Instead, I got three unassigned gifts (treats) out of the blue, and all of them were funny, my fic weakness, and delightful. Here they are in reverse chronological order:
Missed by a Nose, Peter Capaldi's Eyebrows RPF
Thanks to a startling series of events, I created, nominated, and requested this fandom. In return, I received this awesome fic in which the elements of Peter Capaldi's face flirt and squabble with one another.
Sure enough, Nose saw Righty nuzzled comfortably on Capaldi’s brow, giving just an absolutely perfect view of Left, perfectly arched. Nose took a few moments to take in Lefty’s beautiful form, how the tip curled just the tiny bit at the end. It reminded Nose of Mustache, who had been so long gone since Peter had taken on the mantle of the Doctor. Before, Nose could sidle up to that swishy magnificence, but now it was the time of the Eyebrows and the so-called bigger and better things.
For three years I've been requesting Rupert-centered fic (and gotten many other delicious fills); this year delivered in spades. Both of my authors caught precisely the tone and content of the Zenda novels, and both were witty to boot.Some Additional Tales of My Dealings With Rupert Hentzau Rupert/Rudolf slash.
The narrative voice is perfectly Zendan, capturing Rudolf's pomposity and faux-modest self-praise. The events are jigsaw-fitted into the marquetry of the existing story.
"May it make us better acquainted indeed, O King! And may God grant me another regal smile then, for it is surely enough to turn a man's blood hot; I swear that alike as you may be, the other King was never so pretty!"
I staggered back, cursing the fair Rassendyll complexion, which meant that now my skin went all too well together with my hair. Sapt and Fritz must not have heard what the man said, for they acted only as if he had insulted me, which of course, in a way, he had. But I was not about to tell them in what way! Instead I scowled in his direction, forcing my blush to become one of anger, as he strolled away after throwing a rather devastating smile in my direction.
Rupert Hentzau Pays A Call Rupert/Antoinette de Mauban I staggered back, cursing the fair Rassendyll complexion, which meant that now my skin went all too well together with my hair. Sapt and Fritz must not have heard what the man said, for they acted only as if he had insulted me, which of course, in a way, he had. But I was not about to tell them in what way! Instead I scowled in his direction, forcing my blush to become one of anger, as he strolled away after throwing a rather devastating smile in my direction.
A drabble! And the sort of drabble for which the form exists: every word used effectively, a complete plot arc in a tiny space. I described in my comment as "A violet-scented bonbon just for me.", and so it is. I won't quote here, because quoting a drabble makes as much sense as scooping the middle out of a bonbon.
