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Baccalaureate by Executrix (PG-13?)
Fandom: Blakes 7
Pairing: various, including Blake/Avon, Cally/OMC, Vila/OFC
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executrix
Author Website: No
Why this must be read:
Hello. I'm Hafren, standing in for Executrix this month. Executrix is herself one of the most interesting B7 writers, but how are you going to find that out if she's always doing the recs? So, for this month, look forward to a lot of ExecRecs! (Not all the stories I'm reccing are hers, , but certainly at least half of them.)
Executrix doesn't so much do crossovers, or even AUs in the normal sense of "what if this rather than that had happened?". Hers are more "what if these characters had lived at this time, in this milieu?" She being such an allusive, intertextual writer, the milieu in question is as likely to be fictional as historical and this one is Dorothy L Sayers' Gaudy Night. Our heroes in academic dress, in a punt, having Wind in the Willows-style picnics – and, typically for E'trix, the food and the surroundings are very vividly, sensually portrayed. Where else is Avon going to smell of blackcurrant pastilles? Oh, there's a plot too. Quite a lot of plot. But that isn't really the point, at least not for me. The point is them being them, and nobody makes them do that more convincingly. Or amusingly:
They passed under an arch of willows, and Blake busied himself with avoiding the other boats, coping with a messy patch of river bottom (innocence, once lost, is no more recoverable than mercury released from a bottle--so it is necessary to clarify just what sort of bottom was being stirred up), and gazing at the cloudless sky alternatively concealed and revealed by dapples of leaves.
Then they were past the busiest stretch of the river, and Blake could let the boat drift. He glanced over, and saw that Avon had slipped down from the seat, and was asleep with his head pillowed on one arm. Blake picked up the book that had fallen out of Avon's hand. Something called "Finnegan's Wake." Flicking through the pages, Blake was unable to make head or tail of it--well, obviously Avon hadn't found it immensely compelling either.
Baccalaureate
Pairing: various, including Blake/Avon, Cally/OMC, Vila/OFC
Author on LJ
executrixAuthor Website: No
Why this must be read:
Hello. I'm Hafren, standing in for Executrix this month. Executrix is herself one of the most interesting B7 writers, but how are you going to find that out if she's always doing the recs? So, for this month, look forward to a lot of ExecRecs! (Not all the stories I'm reccing are hers, , but certainly at least half of them.)
Executrix doesn't so much do crossovers, or even AUs in the normal sense of "what if this rather than that had happened?". Hers are more "what if these characters had lived at this time, in this milieu?" She being such an allusive, intertextual writer, the milieu in question is as likely to be fictional as historical and this one is Dorothy L Sayers' Gaudy Night. Our heroes in academic dress, in a punt, having Wind in the Willows-style picnics – and, typically for E'trix, the food and the surroundings are very vividly, sensually portrayed. Where else is Avon going to smell of blackcurrant pastilles? Oh, there's a plot too. Quite a lot of plot. But that isn't really the point, at least not for me. The point is them being them, and nobody makes them do that more convincingly. Or amusingly:
They passed under an arch of willows, and Blake busied himself with avoiding the other boats, coping with a messy patch of river bottom (innocence, once lost, is no more recoverable than mercury released from a bottle--so it is necessary to clarify just what sort of bottom was being stirred up), and gazing at the cloudless sky alternatively concealed and revealed by dapples of leaves.
Then they were past the busiest stretch of the river, and Blake could let the boat drift. He glanced over, and saw that Avon had slipped down from the seat, and was asleep with his head pillowed on one arm. Blake picked up the book that had fallen out of Avon's hand. Something called "Finnegan's Wake." Flicking through the pages, Blake was unable to make head or tail of it--well, obviously Avon hadn't found it immensely compelling either.
Baccalaureate