Community Recs Post!
Jul. 22nd, 2020 07:37 pmEvery Thursday, we have a community recs post, like this one, where you can drop a rec or five in the comments. This works great if you only have one rec and don't want to make a whole post for it, if you don't have a DW account to make posts of your own, or if you're just shy. :)
(But don't forget, you're also welcome to post recs directly to the comm seven days a week. :D)
So, what cool fic/art/vid have we discovered this week? Drop it in the comments below! Anon comments are enabled.
(But don't forget, you're also welcome to post recs directly to the comm seven days a week. :D)
So, what cool fic/art/vid have we discovered this week? Drop it in the comments below! Anon comments are enabled.
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Date: 2020-07-23 08:49 pm (UTC)Fanart
Andy & Nile in action
Andy/Quynh on horseback
Nile
Andy & Nile & Lykon
Andy, through the years
Quynh & Nile
Andy & Quynh (and Quynh's necklace)
Ensemble
Fic
Luce e ombre
Andy & Nicky, rated G
The discomfort is so new that it startles her, and she searches her memory to remember a time before she was immortal: a time when a cut, a scrape, a bruise hurt for longer than a moment, long enough to interrupt sleep. The memories don’t come.
you help someone up when they fall
Andy/Celeste, rated T
Andromache the Scythian has seen the rise and fall of countless empires, been worshipped and feared and spoken of in hushed whispers and called upon for aid and succor. She is the oldest of them. The first. And she has never needed medical attention before today.
(Or: an exploration of Andy's thoughts during the pharmacy sequence mid-film, and a tender encounter with Celeste the clerk)
Between the Hour and the Age
Andy & Nile & Joe & Nicky, rated T
“My oath,” Andy says, uncapping the bottle.
Nile sits up straighter, hands on her knees. Whatever this is, much like the mine, it goes back a long way.
“Upon my final death, I bequeath Andronika to Nile Freeman, to donate to whichsoever institution--”
“The Art Institute of Chicago.”
“To the Art Institute of Chicago,” Andy echoes, “so that my breasts may be culturally appreciated in perpetuity.”
She tips the bottle and lets out three drops. As they fall to the stone floor, Joe and Nicky rap their knuckles on the nearest pieces of metal: the other lantern for Nicky, the oxidized helmet for Joe. One rap for each drop. In another time, they might have struck their swords on shields.
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Date: 2020-07-24 09:20 pm (UTC)