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In a festive mood for Fringe? For a gift exchange of fiction, art including icons, or vids?

Then you're about to enter the right universe:


1.
To SIGN UP, all you need to do is add a comment to this very post containing your request.

Sign-ups are between now and 1 Novemberclosed now. All the requests will be jumbled up and sent back out by 6 November.


2.
RESPONSES to gift requests are to be posted between 16 and 23 December --

ideally anonymously (with your reveal after Christmas, i.e. after 25 December, in your own fanspace). Two ways to do this:

a) Add your response as an anon comment to the request you've been matched up with. (For fic, that allows for roughly 3,000 words in one comment, multiples of course encouraged. Vids & art are trickier, but only a bit.)

b) Jot down the link to the actual response in a blog, on the AO3 (pseudonyms option suggested), or any other platform. (If you need an invite code for the AO3, tell us, and you'll have it in no time.)

If anon doesn't work for you -- no dummy accounts possible, or your working hours look a lot like Olivia's -- that's fine; post the link to your own fanspace with the response. Just, don't tell Alt!Astrid.


3.
Please don't sign up if you believe you'll be unable to complete a request given to you.

If you realise you can't make it, please tell us as early as possible, and we will try to organise a pinch hitter so that your recipient isn't left without a gift at the end of the fest.


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Now!

To join the exchange, post a request with the following information:
Blog: [DW handle] OR [LJ handle] OR [AO3 account] OR [ff.net handle] OR [...]
E-mail: Should of course be working.
Things I'd like: Please request at least three things here...but ultimately feel free to add as many things as you'd like at this point. Doesn't mean you'll get them all, but there's no harm in asking, and it ensures you get a great Secret Santa match. If you'd like a specific pairing or character, then speak now or forever hold thy peace. Don't forget to ask for icons or vids too -- we all know the likelihood is low in a small fandom such as this one, but hey. Worth a shot!
Things I wouldn't like: If there's anything you wouldn't like to receive (pairing in a fic, French electropop for your vid, bright-green textures in your icons) then here's the place to mention it. Without character-, pairing-, or kink-bashing, of course.
What I can do: Are you great at a certain genre (gen, het, slash)? Are you the specialist for writing specific character/s or pairing/s? One of the excellent Fringe vidders out there, or an icon-maker with aspirations? One of the folks on tumblr who brighten every Fringe fan's day? As ever, specifics are great so your match brings you tears of happiness instead of, you know, the opposite.
What I can't do: If there's anything you feel you can't do, then please say so here. Same disclaimer as above applies.
Pinch hitter?: In the event of someone not being able to complete their gift are you willing to be stand-in writer, artist, or vidder?
The Fringe Secret Santa is open to fanfic, fanart including icons, and fanvids; on the fic side everything goes -- all we ask for is a minimum wordcount of 750, that kinks are tagged and warnings included.

Happy holidays! And thanks to the ever-excellent mods over at [community profile] sga_santa, from whom the template for this text is snagged with permission.

Feel free to snag this Fringe Secret Santa icon. More yet to come...

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Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-24 12:22 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
(sorry, written on the fly, hopefully there's be something bigger and better soon)


There’s a picture of Captain Lee taken when he was sixteen, body coltish, hair plastered to his forehead, braces on his teeth. Olivia sees the photograph at the Senator’s house on a lazy Saturday afternoon, whitewashed walls surrounded by an impeccable garden that stretched out for how many miles. It was perfect. Her first distinct thought was ‘no fucking way,’ followed by giddiness.

It was tradition, expected, for teammates to find the most damning photo of their colleagues and parade it around for public ridicule. Liv’s nursing a Long Island tea and contemplating theft of property – if it’s possible to make it out of the Senator’s house with a bulky frame stuffed under her shirt, or if security would jump her for stealing the ‘silverware.’

Lincoln looks uncomfortable, spine straight, expression solemn. It’s the type of stance one associates with sepia photographs from the nineteenth century.
Olivia wants to reach into the past and muss his hair, rumple Lincoln’s clothing, until the stiff lines of his body turn into loose curves. In the picture Nick Lane has one arm thrown over Lee's shoulders, his grin wide, manic. Both boys are dressed in their prep-school uniform, science brigade, first class.

The Boy Scouts, Charlie had teased.

Lincoln’s been groomed for Fringe division his entire life.

In contrast, Charlie came out of the disbanded FBI and Liv got her walking papers straight out of the military, curiously, her sponsorship into Fringe unknown.

Lincoln's face is rounder, softer at the edges, beside him Nick is nothing but sharp angles.

Olivia finds herself staring, tracing the negative light of a solemn boy with glasses, a neat hairstyle and prim uniform. She can’t reconcile the image with her Lincoln, as if she’s seeing some alternate version of who he might have been.

“I’m a good cook,” Lincoln had said to Olivia on her second day on the job. “I do wonders with a tin of bully-beef and a can of tomatoes.”

“Fine dining.”

“I spare no expense. Consider it a prelude to our first date, which I estimate to be three years down the track, depending on Frank.”

She checked the air canister on her belt and stood up, body stooped in the confines of the van. “You have a set formula for your mathematics, Lothario?”

“Entire schematics devoted to the subject.” He smiled at her, bright and undeterred. “They say women love a confident man.”

Liv shot him a sideways glance, amused. “They? Your second-hand information is correct…and a little alarming.”

Lincoln pulled a face, checked his weapon. “It’s not ‘second-hand’ information. I’m vastly experienced, I’ll have you know.”

Olivia looked out the window of the van. The Washington Monument cast a middle finger in the distance, a stark exclamation mark, or as Olivia privately thought of it a national ‘fuck you’. “And most women like a confident man right up until the point they decide it’s arrogance instead.”

“I’m not arrogant.”

He hadn’t looked goofy in that moment. Lincoln looked as solemn as his sixteen-year-old self, honest where everyone else was shaded grey. “I just know what’s worth waiting for.”

Olivia kicked Charlie in the ankle to startle him awake. “If you can stretch the can of bully-beef into a three-way meal, I’ll consider it.”

There are braces on Lincoln’s teeth in the photograph. He looks pinched, too cognisant of the job he’ll be posted in, only a few short years in the future.

Of the graduating class in Field Sciences, 2000, Olivia knows only a handful are left. She pulled Lincoln’s ass out of a Class Four Event on her first day on the job. He kissed her in the aftermath, pulse hectic under her thumb, and attended Nick’s funeral two days later.

Olivia compares the two boys side by side - Nick’s wide smile, his bared teeth, dilated eyes – a fun-house mirror of laughter sliding into terror. Beside him, Lincoln looks like the epitome of a geek: a far cry from the casual lope and scruffy exterior of today’s appearance. He looks sixteen and scared, body rigid.

Olivia still has the urge to steal the evidence, but not to display it for ridicule. She wants to cover the vulnerability, keep it guarded and secret. She wonders what Lincoln might have been like if he hadn't learnt to cover his exterior.


Re: Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-24 12:47 pm (UTC)
monanotlisa: Diana as Diana Prince in glasses and a hat, lifting the rim of the latter rakishly. HOT! (Default)
From: [personal profile] monanotlisa
No time to read just now, but thank you so, so much! And don't worry, baby -- as we say here, "Gut Ding will Weile haben." ;)

Happy holidays!

Re: Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-24 04:39 pm (UTC)
ziparumpazoo: White cow with red, blue, and yellow polka dots (GeneTheWonderCow)
From: [personal profile] ziparumpazoo
Guh, love the last paragraph especially, that Liv carefully guards her feelings for Lincoln too. Lovely.

Re: Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-24 11:53 pm (UTC)
wendelah1: (Olivia and Lincoln)
From: [personal profile] wendelah1
"Written on the fly"? This is a brilliant little character study, of Olivia's thoughts on Lincoln, and of Olivia herself. Well-done, you.

Heh. The random icon generator is psychic.

Re: Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-25 01:38 am (UTC)
monanotlisa: Diana as Diana Prince in glasses and a hat, lifting the rim of the latter rakishly. HOT! (Default)
From: [personal profile] monanotlisa
It's almost 3am, Christmas Eve has wound down, family meals have been cooked & consumed and gifts been dispersed, but holy mother of God, the giving clearly continues! If this is just a little stocking stuffer, I (as ever, I assume ;) want to see you write the whole, even longer story.

Say, that killer opening -- whoa! The whole hazing-flavoured ritual Liv is thinking back at feels perfect, too.

In the picture Nick Lane has one arm thrown over Lee's shoulders, his grin wide, manic. Both boys are dressed in their prep-school uniform, science brigade, first class.

These last three? Forever my head-canon for Red!Lincoln from now on. Yes. You give him the privileged past that the show hints at and make it better, deeper, perfectly sense-making.

(Lovely touches of weaving in Blue!Lincoln too: they are the same person; just, two roads, yellow wood etc.)

Olivia looked out the window of the van. The Washington Monument cast a middle finger in the distance, a stark exclamation mark, or as Olivia privately thought of it a national ‘fuck you’. “And most women like a confident man right up until the point they decide it’s arrogance instead.”

“I’m not arrogant.”

He hadn't looked goofy in that moment. Lincoln looked as solemn as his sixteen-year-old self, honest where everyone else was shaded grey. “I just know what’s worth waiting for.”


Everything about this is making me flail -- the pathos of being so young, young, young, but also the bright-eyed conviction that never leaves Lincoln Lee, any version, any 'verse.

Olivia still has the urge to steal the evidence, but not to display it for ridicule. She wants to cover the vulnerability, keep it guarded and secret. She wonders what Lincoln might have been like if he hadn't learnt to cover his exterior.

This made my throat go tight, a little. Oh, indeed.

In conclusion, thank you so so much. What a fantastic character piece on both Liv and oh, oh: Lincoln.

Re: Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-27 05:59 pm (UTC)
cantarina: donna noble in a paper crown, looking thoughtful (Default)
From: [personal profile] cantarina
This is beautiful! Great character studies of the both of them.

Re: Stocking Stuffer

Date: 2011-12-27 09:33 pm (UTC)
cantarina: donna noble in a paper crown, looking thoughtful (Default)
From: [personal profile] cantarina
This is beautiful! Great character studies of the both of them.

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