Okay, here I go ...
Jul. 3rd, 2005 02:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Comment with two words. The first can be any character or ship from one of my fandoms. The second can be any word you like - a place, an object, an adjective, a quote (OK, so a quote'll be more than one word), whatever you want. I'll then write you a fic based on those two words, be it a drabble or a novel length epic.
Comment with two words. The first can be any character or ship from one of my fandoms. The second can be any word you like - a place, an object, an adjective, a quote (OK, so a quote'll be more than one word), whatever you want. I'll then write you a fic based on those two words, be it a drabble or a novel length epic.
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Date: 2005-07-03 05:14 am (UTC)" "Underneath it all, your father loves you." [...] Now I think it was more complicated than that. It may have been a warning. It may also have been a burden. Even if love was underneath it all, there was a great deal piled on top, and what would you find when you dug down? Not a simple gift, pure gold and shining; instead, something ancient and possibly baneful, like an iron charm rusting among old bones. A talisman of sorts, this love, but a heavy one; a heavy thing for me to carry around with me, slung on its iron chain around my neck. " - The Blind Assassin
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Date: 2005-07-03 05:15 am (UTC)*Goes off dying of laughter* Oh, man. :P
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Date: 2005-07-03 05:16 am (UTC)I like it. :p
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Date: 2005-07-03 05:18 am (UTC)Yes. I'm being NICE. :p
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Date: 2005-07-03 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-03 06:52 am (UTC)See? Nicer.
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Date: 2005-07-03 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-03 11:39 am (UTC):p
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Date: 2005-07-03 11:02 pm (UTC)Actually, I have an idea for this. It's so bad. :P
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Date: 2005-07-04 02:42 am (UTC)"There are two angels, white marble, Victorian, sentimental but quite well done as such things go, on a large stone cube with scrolled corners. The first angel is standing, her head bowed to the side in an attitude of mourning, one hand placed tenderly on the shoulder of the second one. The second kneels, leaning against the other's thigh, gazing straight ahead, cradling a sheaf of lilies. [...] When she was little, Laura used the say the angels were meant to be us, the two of us. I told her this couldn't be true, because the angels were put there by our grandmother before we were born. But Laura never paid much attention to that kind of reasoning. She was more interested in forms - in what things were in themselves, not what they weren't. She wanted essences." - The Blind Assassin
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Date: 2005-07-04 05:52 am (UTC)SyVa. "If You Were Gay."
:D
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:41 am (UTC)OFP. Puppies.