Posts tagged Roses of Picardy
Illustration for the incredible War Horse fanfic.
Roses of Picardy
Fandom: War Horse
Pairing: Jamie Stewart/Jim Nicholls
Summary: Captured in battle, Major Jamie Stewart faces an uncertain fate.
Look, look, look what leyla-lovely did for my fic!!!
It’s so beautiful I can’t stand it. So melancholy and romantic and I love the art-nouveau illustration style. I am FULL OF SQUEE.
This gif is Jim Nicholls headcanon for me, for some reason. He’s writing Jamie a letter. <3 <3 <3
So, much like I did a sort of fancast “soundtrack” to winzler’s fic awhile back, I decided to do something similar for Roses of Picardy by Splix. Uh, I always feel weird doing these because I know when/if I write I tend to have a personal soundtrack in the background so I always wonder if I’m stepping on toes being like HI THESE ARE THE SONGS YOUR WRITING MADE ME THINK OF. If it is intrusive I’ll happily just cram this back on my hd where it belongs.
At any rate, I tried to stick in a genre but really tried hard not to use music that was indicative of that era because well, the fic is named after a song from that time period and it didn’t seem right to blend it. I went with kind of a soft indie vibe throughout, songs that fit the moment or made me think of old fashioned love. I don’t know… I hope this turned out alright and at the end of the day at least it made piratesquirrel text me “CRIES” — THAT’S A WIN IF EVER THERE WAS. (Can I get a high five, Jane?)
So uh, if you haven’t read the fic I would not proceed because I paired the songs to direct quotes from the fic… which means spoilers abound. So hey, go read it and then come back. Yes. It’s an amazing fic, Jamie/Jim War Horse. Go. Read it.
Anyways, onto the soundtracking!
Holy freak. Starkblackmagic made a playlist for my fic.
That’s never happened before. I’m…pretty freakin’ gobsmacked.
I need to listen to these songs. I know a few, but sadly not all of them.
Thank you so, so, so much. I’m overwhelmed.
EEEEEE!!! I’ve never seen this shot before!!!!!!! Jamie with no tunic!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim with curly hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND BENEDICT IS WEARING HIS SIGNET RING!!!
I know it’s Randolph Churchill, but for me it’s totally Jim Nicholls, circa 1920. Those marcel waves!
Having major Jamie/Jim feels today.
So much for swearing off WWI. I put in the War Horse BluRay I bought at the Redbox to make sure the disc is good while I work around the house. First time I’ve watched it since it was in the theater. During the letter-writing scene, the five minutes away scene,…
It’s the mixed blessing of the romantic soul, yeah? All that turbulent emotion. Thank you for such kind and lovely sentiments. And hope you enjoy Parade’s End. I just finished it a couple of days ago. :)
So much for swearing off WWI. I put in the War Horse BluRay I bought at the Redbox to make sure the disc is good while I work around the house. First time I’ve watched it since it was in the theater. During the letter-writing scene, the five minutes away scene, ROSES OF PICARDY IS PLAYING ON THE VITROLA.
I honest to god don’t mean to take this lightly, but I couldn’t help giggling. You make me feel like a criminal mastermind or something. :)
I read a War Horse fic last night which was one of the best pieces of fanfiction I’ve ever read.
It didn’t mention the events of the film much (excellent, since the only part of the film I liked was the short section with the British Cavalry) but it followed Major Stewart and Captain Nicholls all the way into the 1920s.
Jamie Stewart/Jim Nicholls, 70,000+ words. Somewhat NSFW in places, but really quite tame by sexy fic standards.
Roses of Picardy by Spix.
Go and read it.
Thank you, that’s very kind! :D
I would just like to thank the author for a beautiful and brilliant story. There was a lot of late night crying.
Thank you for saying so. I’m absolutely delighted that you enjoyed it. :)
Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet,
But pipe me now your roundelay complete.
Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying on your way,
Whisper my trees what you have seen to-day.
Stand, golden cloud, until my song be done,
(For he’s too proud) before the face of the sun.
So one did sing, and the other breathed a story;
Then both took wing, and the sun stepped forth in glory.
—-Companions, Siegfied Sassoon