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nnyMy drawing mojo is on leik WO today. I'm... sulking, actually, because my writing mojo is off the charts terrible. WILL I NEVER BE SATISFIED?
(Tiny scenes of mostly dialogue do not count, say sorry. That this dismisses my writing career to date is irrelevant.)
So far I have drawn an angry turtle, a worryingly pointy-teethed skull, a barn owl, a pair of sleeeeepy eyes, and I've started working through shading exercises, because someday I'd like to be vaguely able to draw from life instead of copying. (YOUR MOTHER'S A TRACER!) Lesson learned: things I will not show anyone have no pressure attached and therefore I can do them without worrying my stomach lining to pieces. Sadly this is a lesson that must be learned roughly a million more times before I manage to apply it to my writing. My head is brick-like and smudged with pencil.
Now I'm noticing the shading on baby-head. Baby-head says try it, punk.
Tomorrow I will do the work thing. Honest.
For now, though, since it becomes too dark to draw, I do the meme thing.
Reply with a character or pairing I'm *familiar* with and I'll write a few sentences of fic.
I guarantee in advance it'll be short and terrible. :D!
(Tiny scenes of mostly dialogue do not count, say sorry. That this dismisses my writing career to date is irrelevant.)
So far I have drawn an angry turtle, a worryingly pointy-teethed skull, a barn owl, a pair of sleeeeepy eyes, and I've started working through shading exercises, because someday I'd like to be vaguely able to draw from life instead of copying. (YOUR MOTHER'S A TRACER!) Lesson learned: things I will not show anyone have no pressure attached and therefore I can do them without worrying my stomach lining to pieces. Sadly this is a lesson that must be learned roughly a million more times before I manage to apply it to my writing. My head is brick-like and smudged with pencil.
Now I'm noticing the shading on baby-head. Baby-head says try it, punk.
Tomorrow I will do the work thing. Honest.
For now, though, since it becomes too dark to draw, I do the meme thing.
Reply with a character or pairing I'm *familiar* with and I'll write a few sentences of fic.
I guarantee in advance it'll be short and terrible. :D!
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Date: 2009-05-30 07:44 pm (UTC)Plz note: am at SEVERELY CRAZY STARBUCK point in the series...
Date: 2009-05-30 07:50 pm (UTC)She has never trusted lawyers, or when his kisses taste sweet; he has the best tasting blood (he tastes best when he bleeds).
Re: Plz note: am at SEVERELY CRAZY STARBUCK point in the series...
Date: 2009-05-30 07:56 pm (UTC)Hmmm... Since no one is playing, can I ask for Morgana/Gwen, too?
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Date: 2009-05-30 07:54 pm (UTC)(also that Bones +Scotty thing I wrote you is on its way to being an actual fic-thing)
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Date: 2009-05-30 09:55 pm (UTC)Frannie walks carefully across the shop floor again, watching the store clerk watch her legs in the floor level mirrors. See almost, just for that, just for the little smile on his face that's hers; she's sick of people not having smiles just for her, she deserves smiles of her own.
They pinch a little at the back, though, and put a wiggle in her walk that's a little too wobbly, and she knows enough to know not to want the kind of attention that attracts. The price ticket, too, pinches more than a little; civilian aiding doesn't exactly have her rolling in cookie dough.
Indecisive, she pirouettes, tosses a look over her shoulder.
"Whaddaya think?"
Dief considers for a minute, then whuffs a soft approval. They're no Manolo Blahniks, but they'll do.
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Date: 2009-05-30 10:06 pm (UTC)Especially this bit: she's sick of people not having smiles just for her, she deserves smiles of her own.
because I think its true, and I love Frannie, and want her to be happy.
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Date: 2009-05-30 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-30 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-30 10:25 pm (UTC)"But it's so bright, Gus," Shawn says breathily, eyes wide and body language balletic. "It wants me to take it home and love it and snuggle it and call it Gus, Gus." He tilts his head to one side. "Which could get confusing, I admit - you don't mind if I refer to you as Glenda from now on, right?"
"No - yes, Shawn, I mind. And we agreed that since I was paying I'd get to choose the color."
"Huh," Shawn says, tapping a finger against the stubble he never quite seems to get rid of. "You know, I don't think I would've agreed to a condition like that."
"And I anticipated you'd say that, which is why I got you to sign this contract." Gus is using his smug voice; sometimes a situation just calls for it, and he's helpless against the sweet siren call of a situation.
"That does look like my handwriting," Shawn says, and heaves a forlorn sigh the likes of which he has not heaved since the Taco Bell at lunch.
"Farewell, my little ray of sunshine," Shawn calls across the showroom floor, "my little pat of butter, my little - Gus, what else is yellow?"
"The one we're not buying," Gus says pointedly, and Shawn sighs again and hangdogs off to fetch a salesperson, sliding his feet across the floor in magnificently doleful scuffs.
Really, he hates to disappoint Shawn, but if he doesn't hold his ground on the little battles he ends up marooned in haunted houses or driving getaway cars or handcuffed to a Ferris wheel. And by the third time, that gets old.
He shoots a careful smile at the salesperson that Shawn's managed to corner; by the look he gets in return he's pretty sure she thinks he's called Glenda.
Yellow? Shawn mouths, exaggerated and emphasised by a double thumbs up, and god help him Gus still trusts him enough to nod before he even works out what was said.
"No, not the yellow! Shawn! Shawn!"
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Date: 2009-05-31 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-31 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-31 11:19 am (UTC)There should be more Shawn and Gus *nods*
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Date: 2009-05-30 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-30 11:01 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2009-05-30 11:26 pm (UTC)"Oh," he said, his voice ground flat with use. "It's you."
"It's me." A frown folded the skin between blond brows, and an elegant top hat was tucked under an arm, one hand smoothed over receding hair. "This isn't like you, you know."
"It's perfectly like me," Torquil snapped, bright spots of colour in his cheeks emphasising the stark pallor of the rest of his face. "I detest weddings with every fiber of my being."
"But the music - "
"The music can go hang, and you along with it."
"You don't mean that."
Torquil buried his head in his arms, for there was little harder to resist than the weary affection in the tone.
"I do," he insisted, muffled in his shirt's silk sleeve. "The lot of you should be strung up, and shackled, and poisoned. You are clearly too stupid to deserve to live."
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Date: 2009-05-30 11:39 pm (UTC)He lifted his head and glared up at his brother, hating him for not understanding.
"He is. That's not the point."
Hathaway sent him the smallest of sad smiles, his eyes understanding, damn him, damn him all the way to hell and back because he didn't, he couldn't, it wasn't the same.
"Don't pretend you - with your wife and your children and your - I hate you both," Torquil said helplessly, hatefully, his voice and expression both vicious, "would rather see you dead a hundred times in a hundred hideous ways than see you married."
Hathaway stumbled back a pace at the poison in his tone.
"You don't mean that," he said, face white.
"Stop telling me what I mean!" Torquil shrieked. "I would rather your wives," he spat the word, "had been killed before ever meeting you."
"Never speak like that of her again," Hathaway told him, in a clear cold voice that Torquil had never heard before. He turned smartly on his heel and walked away, closing the door - which was worse, which was so much worse - ever so gently behind him.
Torquil, white-faced, watched him go.
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Date: 2009-05-31 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-30 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-31 01:16 am (UTC)Or Shawn and Gus, 'cause DAMN, girl
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Date: 2009-05-31 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-01 06:08 pm (UTC)If not, however: Zuko and Toph?