January 1st, 2011

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YULETIDE TREASURE~

HELLO LOVELY FOLK, WELCOME TO BORGIA YEAR 2011. BRACE THYSELVES FOR FABULOUSNESS.

On that note, 'tis the day for Yuletide reveal, and first and foremost let me gloat over my gifts—I always meant to do a rec list, but then, whoops, lazy—I got two Borgia fics because the world is good to me:

Mine Eyes Dazzle (by La Reine Noire, fuck yes she's famous, she's like the historical fiction queen, I sort of wondered if this was hers? Anyway, woman is fabulous—she's also the queen of historical!AU and clearly I just want to be her forever—and her synopsis is a Measure for Measure quote and she had me from there on out. And it is 8K with footnotes and giant and fabulous and, just, YESSSSS~)

& et in hora mortis nostrae (byvega_ofthe_lyre, and DO WE EVEN NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW PERFECTLY EMOTIONALLY RESONANT THIS IS? It's like a checklist of everything in the history that's calibrated for me to flail over years on end, WEDDING DANCES AND NEPI AND FOOTHOLDING OH MY, written in Emma's ridiculously beautiful prose. My heart can't even. Not even a bit of even-ing.)

And I wrote Shakespearean genderfrolic!

Sea Change

Viola, being Cesario, and being terribly twinny with Sebastian. Such unbelievable fun to write, you guys. I think I managed to curb my worser emotionally-incestuous leanings? Sorry: it's a headspace. (Apparently I am the only person who loves Sebastian this much? I love Sebastian so much. Second favorite, only after Olivia. On which note—there may or may not be an erm call it an easter egg that follows this? Watch this space. There is Sebastian/Olivia to be had. of the pornographic variety; HAPPY 2011 INDEED~)
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HAPPY 2011, NOW HAVE SOME PORN.

So, ah—I was writing my Yuletide, the great Twelfth Night genderfrolic, which was fabulous fun any way you shake it; however, the author requested no sex and my perverse and perpetually-Borgiacest-dwelling brain was all hoooold up, WHAT. So I wrote the thing and couldn't shake the desire to actually be writing all the sex because this is the play where everyone is genderfucked and why not fête that up, and then of all things, in the midst of my enjoying the shit out of Sebastian in my Yuletide anyway, my brain suddenly decided hey now wouldn't François Arnaud be a delight as Sebastian, because my agenda, it is always showing, and, really, at that point this was something of an inevitability:

unlaced
NC-17. ~3000
Sebastian, Olivia, a corset.

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