five things that are neat.

It's apparently WIP Posting Week, which is a little odd, since that's every week in HP fandom. It's also Pimp Your Favorite Stuff Week, which, again... every week, no? Maybe I don't get it. But sure, I'll pimp. Like I wasn't going to anyway.

1. My RL buddy Rachel has just opened her new site, with her very cool art that you should all go look at (not to mention buy). Don't miss the surreal and wonderful "Crumpled" series.

2. And on the fannish side, Malograntum finally has a site of her own, with some of the best XF genfic this side of the Mississippi. Go read, and then tell her she needs to write much, much more, because it doesn't seem to work when I say it.

3. caesia390 wrote Luna fic, and oh, is it ever good. This is *exactly* the way Luna thinks.

It’s a bit like contemplating your navel, really, and Father published that article about oranges once and Luna had spent a whole hour staring at a pockmarked rind and the puckered depression where the stem had been... Not so different, really, and the dissension (no, your belly button) drifted off into a corner of her mind and rested there, forgotten. Because what if it could really be your citrus fruit, the juices inside it held sweet until it rotted in your hand if you contemplated too long...

4. "Red Bird Roulette" by wired_lizard is as good a piece of Cowboy Bebop fic as I've ever seen. The style, the voices... It's just dead on. It's Spike/Vicious, which, you know... practically canon.

"What are we without the syndicate?"

They'd sit back to back, in nothing but their pants, before a dangerous hit, Spike smoking, Vicious brooding aloud.

"People with less money," Spike would grumble, cigarette still in mouth.

"People with no duty. Without the syndicate, we are but drifting bits of flesh in the ocean of the universe. And without standing in the syndicate, we are but lambs lined up for the slaughter. But here, now, we have the guidance we need. And we are predators."

Spike would say nothing. And, as if on a prearranged cue, Spike would put out his cig and Vicious would fall silent and they would both start loading up. They'd both carry two small automatics, syndicate issue, and they'd both load with a slithering click of a magazine and a hard whap with the heel of a hand.

"Slithering click". Oh man. Read this fic.

5. markedandmasked has a new challenge up: DE!Pettigrew. So come on, let's see some unrepentant, amoral, self-interested Peter fic! Enough of this namby pamby "sympathetic" characterization. ;)

five things that are neat.

It's apparently WIP Posting Week, which is a little odd, since that's every week in HP fandom. It's also Pimp Your Favorite Stuff Week, which, again... every week, no? Maybe I don't get it. But sure, I'll pimp. Like I wasn't going to anyway.

1. My RL buddy Rachel has just opened her new site, with her very cool art that you should all go look at (not to mention buy). Don't miss the surreal and wonderful "Crumpled" series.

2. And on the fannish side, Malograntum finally has a site of her own, with some of the best XF genfic this side of the Mississippi. Go read, and then tell her she needs to write much, much more, because it doesn't seem to work when I say it.

3. caesia390 wrote Luna fic, and oh, is it ever good. This is *exactly* the way Luna thinks.

It’s a bit like contemplating your navel, really, and Father published that article about oranges once and Luna had spent a whole hour staring at a pockmarked rind and the puckered depression where the stem had been... Not so different, really, and the dissension (no, your belly button) drifted off into a corner of her mind and rested there, forgotten. Because what if it could really be your citrus fruit, the juices inside it held sweet until it rotted in your hand if you contemplated too long...

4. "Red Bird Roulette" by wired_lizard is as good a piece of Cowboy Bebop fic as I've ever seen. The style, the voices... It's just dead on. It's Spike/Vicious, which, you know... practically canon.

"What are we without the syndicate?"

They'd sit back to back, in nothing but their pants, before a dangerous hit, Spike smoking, Vicious brooding aloud.

"People with less money," Spike would grumble, cigarette still in mouth.

"People with no duty. Without the syndicate, we are but drifting bits of flesh in the ocean of the universe. And without standing in the syndicate, we are but lambs lined up for the slaughter. But here, now, we have the guidance we need. And we are predators."

Spike would say nothing. And, as if on a prearranged cue, Spike would put out his cig and Vicious would fall silent and they would both start loading up. They'd both carry two small automatics, syndicate issue, and they'd both load with a slithering click of a magazine and a hard whap with the heel of a hand.

"Slithering click". Oh man. Read this fic.

5. markedandmasked has a new challenge up: DE!Pettigrew. So come on, let's see some unrepentant, amoral, self-interested Peter fic! Enough of this namby pamby "sympathetic" characterization. ;)