OKAY, FINE. I made icons.
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grav_ityAlso, have the start of a North & South/Pacific Rim Crossover Fic (with art! Even!):
Margaret lowered herself into a chair as far from the edge of the dance floor as she could manage. She loved her cousin, but the wedding had been one exhausting ordeal after another for her, and now, with the bass of some experimental German techno-beat throbbing in her temples, Margaret was quite done with matrimony for a good long while.
"You are bored, Miss Margaret." Henry Lennox, brother to the groom and Margaret's de facto companion through the innumerable events leading up to the wedding, slumped into a chair beside her. He wasn't drunk, mercifully, but he had been party to the cigar smoking earlier, and Margaret wrinkled her nose at the smell.
"I'm tired," she replied. She had to yell to make herself heard over the music - she didn't want to lean in any closer than she had to - but her volume made her tone less petulant.
Henry, though a decent sort and a lawyer besides, was not one for small talk, so they sat in blessed silence, at least between the two of them, and watched the dancers. Margaret had no idea where Edith got her energy. They'd both got up at six o'clock that morning, for hair and make-up, and the countless small details that could only be done the day of. It was almost one in the morning now, and Edith showed no signs of flagging as she promenaded proudly on the arm of her new husband.
Max was a Captain, a proper one, in the real army: no hotheaded or charming Jaeger Ranger would do for Edith. Her mother would not allow it, but Margaret knew that Edith's distaste for that sort stemmed more from an unwillingness to share. Edith's possessive streak was mostly harmless, and Margaret did not often mind it, but soon enough she would be free of that too.
"I said," came Henry's voice from very close to her ear. He had the air of a man who had had to repeat himself. "Won't you be a little worried to go home?"
"Never," said Margaret firmly. "I could no more fear Vancouver than I could forget it."
Henry regarded her speculatively. He clearly thought her confidence the result of Bravado. She had not, after all, been in the city when Karloff surfaced. It was very true that Saskatoon, landlocked by wheat fields as it was, promised safety to all who lived there, but it was becoming crowded as refugees, both monied and otherwise, flooded in from the coast. No city had yet been attacked twice, but most people thought that Saskatchewan, on the better protected side of the Rockies, was the safer bet.
Margaret disagreed. She had only fond memories of the city of her birth and early years, and since it hadn't been leveled by nukes when Karloff came ashore, she still had the option of returning there, to lovely markets and cosmopolitan entertainments. Most importantly, though, Vancouver was home, and Margaret loved it dearly. No damn transdimensional alien was going to take that away from her without a fight.
"That," said the cold voice inside her head, "is exactly what Fred said. And look where it got him."
She pushed the cold voice aside as the music returned to a more manageable decibel level, and the DJ announced the final dance of the evening. Henry offered his hand with some irony, and Margaret took it in kind. They finished the wedding dancing beside Edith and Max, and if Edith's smile was a little self-satisfied, Margaret thought that her cousin had probably earned it.
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All things considered, this has been a really good summer, fandom-wise. :)
(Do not, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, allow me start a Drift!Bang community or something like that.
Margaret lowered herself into a chair as far from the edge of the dance floor as she could manage. She loved her cousin, but the wedding had been one exhausting ordeal after another for her, and now, with the bass of some experimental German techno-beat throbbing in her temples, Margaret was quite done with matrimony for a good long while.
"You are bored, Miss Margaret." Henry Lennox, brother to the groom and Margaret's de facto companion through the innumerable events leading up to the wedding, slumped into a chair beside her. He wasn't drunk, mercifully, but he had been party to the cigar smoking earlier, and Margaret wrinkled her nose at the smell.
"I'm tired," she replied. She had to yell to make herself heard over the music - she didn't want to lean in any closer than she had to - but her volume made her tone less petulant.
Henry, though a decent sort and a lawyer besides, was not one for small talk, so they sat in blessed silence, at least between the two of them, and watched the dancers. Margaret had no idea where Edith got her energy. They'd both got up at six o'clock that morning, for hair and make-up, and the countless small details that could only be done the day of. It was almost one in the morning now, and Edith showed no signs of flagging as she promenaded proudly on the arm of her new husband.
Max was a Captain, a proper one, in the real army: no hotheaded or charming Jaeger Ranger would do for Edith. Her mother would not allow it, but Margaret knew that Edith's distaste for that sort stemmed more from an unwillingness to share. Edith's possessive streak was mostly harmless, and Margaret did not often mind it, but soon enough she would be free of that too.
"I said," came Henry's voice from very close to her ear. He had the air of a man who had had to repeat himself. "Won't you be a little worried to go home?"
"Never," said Margaret firmly. "I could no more fear Vancouver than I could forget it."
Henry regarded her speculatively. He clearly thought her confidence the result of Bravado. She had not, after all, been in the city when Karloff surfaced. It was very true that Saskatoon, landlocked by wheat fields as it was, promised safety to all who lived there, but it was becoming crowded as refugees, both monied and otherwise, flooded in from the coast. No city had yet been attacked twice, but most people thought that Saskatchewan, on the better protected side of the Rockies, was the safer bet.
Margaret disagreed. She had only fond memories of the city of her birth and early years, and since it hadn't been leveled by nukes when Karloff came ashore, she still had the option of returning there, to lovely markets and cosmopolitan entertainments. Most importantly, though, Vancouver was home, and Margaret loved it dearly. No damn transdimensional alien was going to take that away from her without a fight.
"That," said the cold voice inside her head, "is exactly what Fred said. And look where it got him."
She pushed the cold voice aside as the music returned to a more manageable decibel level, and the DJ announced the final dance of the evening. Henry offered his hand with some irony, and Margaret took it in kind. They finished the wedding dancing beside Edith and Max, and if Edith's smile was a little self-satisfied, Margaret thought that her cousin had probably earned it.
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All things considered, this has been a really good summer, fandom-wise. :)
(Do not, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, allow me start a Drift!Bang community or something like that.
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Date: 2013-08-31 12:45 am (UTC)And dude.. I wouldn't even know what I would write for a Drift!Bang, but boy would I ever read the crap out of the fics that showed up lol
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Date: 2013-08-31 12:46 am (UTC)Drift!Bang is a crossover/fusion bigbang (there's already a crossover one, or at least one where crossovers are allowed, but it has to be PRIMARILY Pacific Rim, and this is certainly not), where you take other characters and stick them in Jaegers. BECAUSE OF REASONS. :)
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Date: 2013-08-31 12:55 am (UTC)Ahhh I see. Though of course Drift!Bang doesn't actually exist. Because you're not doing it. Or something lol.
(Though dude, that would just give me even MORE options to run amoc lol)
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Date: 2013-08-31 01:13 am (UTC)And the icon of Margaret by herself uses a filter to make it look like cloth, which I thought was appropriate.
Seriously, I haven't changed my lj layout since 2011, and I'm all "maybe? maybe?"...