bantha_fodder: ([dune] undertones of - sloanesomething)
steer your own ship by pen
Children of Dune, Ghanima, G

This is for [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000, with a prompt of this photo.

Don't own, I could not have created these, HERBERT.

Thanks to Sloaneface, as always.

Ghanima is FIERCE

She wears the black, and carries her Crysknife, as is their way.  )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] two deaths for atreides)
this path down to the river by pen
Dune, Duncan Idaho, St Alia, G

this was written for yuletide 2009 for ineffort, originally published here

prompt: something about Alia

thanks to sloanesomething

I love Alia, and I love Duncan, and this seemed like a great opportunity to write about how awesome they are, how conflicted and horrible and amazing. I love them. It's set immediately after Paul's disappearance.


He wonders how Alia knew he was coming.  )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] a mirror image - sloanesomething)
Dear Santa (and, incidentally, internets),

I love Yuletide! Thanks for signing up and WRITING FOR ME. This year I went for the comfortable familiar requests:

I used two nomination slots in order to request The Pretender! Because I love it the mostest. I requested Debbie + Broots on the run and out of the way - please note that this is NOT a request for incest! Although the incesty undertones (and overtones) are all over the place in the Centre, this is not the case with Debbie and her dad! They are just on the run. I also requested 'the politics of the Centre.' This request is A-OK for the incest-y undertones, particularly if we're talking the machinations of Mr Lyle and Miss Parker (they are THE BEST). And Jarod is, looming, or machinations, or something.

Machinations also appear in my request for Children of Dune. Pre-twin machinations are fine (Irulan and Alia fighting! Irulan and Chani fighting! Paul being all whatever! Korba!) but machinations involving the twins are also very acceptable! (I looove them)

Finally, I requested Space: Above and Beyond. At the end, everyone dies! Only, I wish that they didn't. I was non-specific with my prompt ('they're alive, and it hurts') because I don't mind who it is who is alive! And how much they hurt! I just want to know. Something. Anything. (Paul Wang is my favourite)

Thanks, Santa! I hope you have lots of fun! Thanks again for writing!

Best,
Pen

PS Any crossovers with any of my fandoms (listen in my profile) would also be very appreciated! I am a big fan of crossovers.
bantha_fodder: ([dune] judged by fremen law)
I bought season two of East West 101 this week (thanks, SBS, for making it available for purchase whilst it's still airing on free-to-air, you're my favourite, even more than Aunty). And sure, I could be using this opportunity (on my own on a Sunday night, final assignment for semester handed in this afternoon) to catch up on the episodes I've missed.

Or I could be watching Children of Dune.

And maybe writing some fic. Or something.
bantha_fodder: ([dune] o rly - sloanesomething)
a sunset on the road, reappearing by pen
Star Wars / Dune, Muad'Dib, PG


for multiverse5000, the prompt: leia organa/paul atreides. originally posted here.

with thanks to the amazing Sloanesomething, and an unstoppable army of lizzens

'They may be Empire-Wreckers, Irulan,' Muad'Dib says, 'But then, so are we.'  )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] alia)
This Harbour We Have Never Known by Pen
Dune, G, Chani (with Alia and Irulan)


Written as a part of [livejournal.com profile] yuletide for [livejournal.com profile] allburning, archived here. The request was Chani rules in Paul's absence (maybe he's dead, I dunno) with Alia's help. They are awesome. Do Not Want: Crazy Alia, Alia controlled/influenced by the Baron within her., which was such a challenge you have no idea. A great challenge, but a challenge none-the-less.

Pre-Baron Alia is still pretty much a nutter, let's be clear here.

Thanks to Sloane for the WOO THAT'S GREAT etc


They find no footsteps in the sand, no scent of Muad'dib in the sky, and Chani watches. )
bantha_fodder: ([pretender] dork - piecesofalice)
i want to write about Dune, or about the Pretender. meta or fic, feel free to prompt me. and tell me if you've written anything lately or read anything good, i'll be honest, today is the first time i've read my flist in about four weeks, and i didn't get very far.

prince caspian doesn't open for another two weeks, and at this point i'm mostly spoiler-free, and afeared that i'll miss all the good fic in the next two weeks.


ALSO, A THING THAT I JUST NOTICED:

psychic twins holding hands evil twins holding hands

UHHHH CREEPY TWINS alkdjadfsf
bantha_fodder: ([dune] judged by fremen law)
In Certain Towns, by Pen.
Children of Dune, Farad'n, G.

Written as a stocking stuffer for [livejournal.com profile] ilyena_sylph. Originally uploaded here. UGH FARAD'N.


He enters the House of Atreides as exiled Prince; as scholar; as Bene Gesserit. )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] what a show off - sloane)
[livejournal.com profile] crack_van is calling for submissions of interest from people who would like another Small Fandom Month. You may recall that last year for small fandom month I volunteered to rec The Pretender, and this year I would love to rec Children of Dune but for one HUGE PROBLEM.

All the Dune fic that I like (aside from alpha/omega by resmin and A Universe by Sloane, and Water for the Dead by Leda) was WRITTEN BY ME. DAMN YOU FANDOM.


A solution: someone else volunteers to rec? AND THEN LOVES ME.
bantha_fodder: ([dune] alia)
This City, The Ruins in Its Heart by Pen
Dune, Alia, G

This was written for [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon, originally posted here. My prompt was, How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone. -- Coco Chanel.


She opens her eyes. She knows the role that she must play. )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] alia)
This City, The Ruins in Its Heart by Pen
Dune, Alia, G

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone. -- Coco Chanel.

This was written for the femgenficathon, and can currently be found in the community.

With thanks to Sloane


This City, The Ruins in Its Heart
bantha_fodder: ([dune] o rly - sloanesomething)
It was my birthday recently, and people gave me some things.

[livejournal.com profile] anr wrote me And It's Been Here, which is Jarod's breadcrumbs and the way Miss Parker always knows where they're going to fall. It is perfect Miss Parker, a perfect rendition of this game they have been playing for ten years, and they are dangerous and hot brutal and aldkfjlajdff. <333

[livejournal.com profile] mandysbitch wrote me Starved of Oxygen, Miss Parker and Jarod in Perth, this little town in which we two live. It's sort of a love letter to Perth, though CGB calls it a hate letter, and it's sort of Miss Parker and Jarod on a holiday, and it's great.

Oh how I still love Parker and Jarod, even after all these years.

[livejournal.com profile] sloanesomething wrote me the greatest thing ever, by which I mean: she wrote me Children of Dune, Narnia-style. I don't even need to describe it, but here, have an excerpt: The reunion was joyous, and if they both cried a little as they embraced, well, no one on Arrakis thinks the worse of you for that. IT IS SO AWESOME.

**

Unrelated to my birthday, but also for me: an untitled comment fic by [livejournal.com profile] medie about Hannibal King and Abigail Whistler, and it is perfect.

**

Also unrelated to my birthday, but still related to fic, [livejournal.com profile] mandysbitch has been interviewing authors once a fortnight, and Sunday she posted an interview with me! You can read it here. I promise I am at least a little bit interesting as I navel gaze!

**

I have two pieces of fiction for ficathons waiting to be posted. I hate this bit, when you've finished writing them and you're just waiting.
bantha_fodder: ([dune] irulan gold - sloanesomething)
This Shape, Captured in the Light, by Pen.
Dune, Irulan, PG.

This is for Sloane, whom I adore beyond the telling.

She loses herself to the heat of the day, the heartbeat of this planet where she has lived two thirds of her life. )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] alia)
answers, once again, to this meme:

name a character and I'll tell you three (or more) facts about them from my own personal pseudo-canon.

max evans )

isabel evans )

michael guerin )

maria deluca )

lucy pevensie )

jill pole )

gurney halleck )

jessica atreides )

st alia of the knife )

cooper hawkes )

devon adair )

john crichton )

hannibal king )

kitty pryde )

piotr rasputin )

chloe sullivan )

jarod )

from here, and here, if you're still wanting to request.
bantha_fodder: ([dune] alia)
answers to this meme:

Name a character and I'll tell you three (or more) facts about them from my own personal pseudo-canon.

edmund pevensie )

duncan atreides )

miss piggy )

sydney )

miss parker )

the princess irulan )

ghanima atreides )

billy keikeya )

elliot stabler )

seymour birkoff )

still accepting, if you want them, either in this post or in the original
bantha_fodder: ([pretender] NUZZLING OMF - piecesofalice)
Earth is going to shit. Over populated, its resources tapped out, Earth's governments and big powers are experimenting and exploring in an attempt to save themselves. The Centre is a huge part of that, making millions of dollars every day with its experiments as it releases its research to those governments and organisations willing to pay. Desperate not only to make a lot of money, but to save themselves, they know they have to get Jarod back so he can complete the research that he started before he broke out.

Miss Parker continues to chase him; the pressure coming from the Tower is immense, but her fucker of a brother refuses to tell her anything, so she finds herself less and less compelled, especially with the developing friendship/whatever between Jarod and Miss Parker. This situation is exacerbated when Broots alerts her and Sydney to the problem that is being concealed - that is, the imminent destruction of the Earth due to its own mistakes. It is at this point that Jarod contacts her; he has been continuing the research on his own, and believes that he has a way to terraform other planets, but he needs to get into the Centre in order to complete his experiment. "What good will that do us if we can't get there?" she asks him. He tries to be kind, but the Centre has had excellent space travel for years.

She helps cover for him whilst he's in the Centre (this entire sequence is indicative of how their relationship has changed, these years he has been on the run), but overhears Lyle talking and knows she needs to tell Jarod immediately. Far below the surface, she finds him and he tells her that his research and his experiment were a success; she tells him what she heard, Lyle and his big project and the immediate launch. "Shit," he says, and when she turns it's Lyle and his boys and she's angry and afraid and she's so, so sorry.

She reaches for her gun and Jarod's hand is warm on her neck and


FIVE HUNDRED YEARS LATER


Earth-That-Was is gone, and all that remains is a dead planet and millions of humans rocketing through the galaxy, killing each other and terraforming planets. Unification comes, and Blue Sun is quite pleased with its success, little geniuses choosing to come to their schools, why didn't they think of this before? Blue Sun spans buildings and planets and solar systems, and deep below the surface of one of the central planets, there is a cryogenic centre filled with the minds and bodies they hope to restore, some of them five hundred years old.

River dreams of them, twenty-seven sub-levels down, and five years later when she's still chasing Reavers out in the black she continues to dream of them, their still faces and their active minds, their lives that they want to continue, even though they are so incredibly ready to give up the chase. When she closes her eyes she sees them, and when she opens her eyes the Centre is still chasing, its face masked by Blue Sun but still chasing all the same.


AND THEN


The Tleilaxu restore them, eyes and hands and bodies all the same, and after the success with Duncan Idaho they open the tanks and release them into the universe, and it's Jarod who totally freaks out, and it's Miss Parker with her hand soft and familiar on his skin, bringing him home.




IS THIS AWESOME OR IS THIS AWESOME?


VALIDATE ME
bantha_fodder: ([新年] a little red lantern)
No Uncertain Clarity by Pen.
Children of Dune, Ghanima, G.

This is totally self-indulgent. Chinese New Year #9.

She feels the thrumming beneath her skin )
bantha_fodder: ([dune] a mirror image - sloanesomething)



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