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Fic: Worlds. PG. R/L, implications of R/L, implications of R/L.
A post-Stoke Me A Clipper fic. Spoilers up through there.
Concrit always appreciated, especially in this one for voice and pacing. I find it so much easier to write Rimmer as smug bastard/git, and I'm never quite sure how to evolve his voice as Ace.
My name is Arnold, you batty machine.
Concrit always appreciated, especially in this one for voice and pacing. I find it so much easier to write Rimmer as smug bastard/git, and I'm never quite sure how to evolve his voice as Ace.
My name is Arnold, you batty machine.
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I think you got the Ace voice right, you can hear the difference 20 years of being Ace have made, but it's still Rimmer. Very well done indeed =)
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The part involving the Bonjella princesses was hilariously funny XD War World must be an interesting place to live.
I love the line about the unrequited love of an electronic lifeform, and the part about getting through Ace's catchphrase without giggling :D
The ending was incredibly moving but at the same time rather frightning, I think it was the thought that all those Rimmers had to leave absolutely everything behind, icluding all those Listers :(
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*sad smile*
The way out of his life, into one where the pieces would fall into place and form a more pleasing picture.
Lovely sentence.
"It's not Beryl. It's her sister, Carbuncle."
*snigger*
Wonderful (well, horrible, but you see what I mean) imagery of the explosion, and Rimmer's second death.
Who was he to mock the unrequited affection of an electronic lifeform?
Good one.
The spear, however, hit something that sent an unusual electrical crackle through his body.
Aaah! Fuck, no! *gets rather too involved with this*
"Oh, far be it from me to get in the way of two consenting adults in the mood for a little salami-dip."
You go, Arn.
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*glares at you* *goes away and curls up into a ball, thinking furiously*
Erm... That means it was good. But yes.
Well, you can't expect me not to try...
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Beautiful job mate.
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