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The Art of Jedi by MJ Mink (rated G)
I finish with exams Tuesday, so I'll be getting to these recs with a lot more energy next week. Til then, I offer ...
Title: The Art of Jedi by MJ Mink
Fandom: Star Wars Trilogy
Pairings: none
Author's Website: http://members.tripod.com/lyn-m/index.htm
Author on LJ:
Why this must be read: After the Battle of Endor, the Alliance needs Jedi. Luke makes an informercial. Hi. Lar. I. Ous. This story simultaneously parodies Star Wars, bad fanfiction, and latenight t.v.
Luke paused in front of the full-length mirror that had been thoughtfully placed in the center of the long empty corridor. He stared at his image. It was black, like his dead father's. He tossed the black hood back over his shoulders. His hair was storm-tossed and blond again, its tousled strands cut in the latest style which his stylist said was called a 'faucet'. Luke ran his slim fingers through his tossed and tousled locks and smiled with satisfaction as they made satisfying clicking sounds. Then he tossed one wing of his black cape over his shoulder, then he tossed the other wing of his black cape over his other shoulder, conscious of the significance of his actions. He stood arms akimbo, hands on his waist. The cape was black velvet like his dead father's, soft to the touch of anyone who dared to touch it, lined with black silk that clung to his body like thousands of inquisitive digits, all questing for one goal--his body. Or was it his fragile soul?
And so on. If you ever come across a serious Star Wars fanfic written like this-- and they're out there ... oh, are they out there-- RUN.
Title: The Art of Jedi by MJ Mink
Fandom: Star Wars Trilogy
Pairings: none
Author's Website: http://members.tripod.com/lyn-m/index.htm
Author on LJ:
Why this must be read: After the Battle of Endor, the Alliance needs Jedi. Luke makes an informercial. Hi. Lar. I. Ous. This story simultaneously parodies Star Wars, bad fanfiction, and latenight t.v.
Luke paused in front of the full-length mirror that had been thoughtfully placed in the center of the long empty corridor. He stared at his image. It was black, like his dead father's. He tossed the black hood back over his shoulders. His hair was storm-tossed and blond again, its tousled strands cut in the latest style which his stylist said was called a 'faucet'. Luke ran his slim fingers through his tossed and tousled locks and smiled with satisfaction as they made satisfying clicking sounds. Then he tossed one wing of his black cape over his shoulder, then he tossed the other wing of his black cape over his other shoulder, conscious of the significance of his actions. He stood arms akimbo, hands on his waist. The cape was black velvet like his dead father's, soft to the touch of anyone who dared to touch it, lined with black silk that clung to his body like thousands of inquisitive digits, all questing for one goal--his body. Or was it his fragile soul?
And so on. If you ever come across a serious Star Wars fanfic written like this-- and they're out there ... oh, are they out there-- RUN.