"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
~ Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Random prompt:
Step 1: Pick a character or pairing. (Your puplist, my puplist, some combination thereof, whatever.)
Step 2: Pick a number between 1 and 10. Scribble it down.
Step 3: Pick a number between 1 and 100. Scribble it down.
Step 4: Go here. Take your first number and pick a table. Take your second number and pick a prompt.
Step 5: Repeat steps 2 and 3 as many times as you like. (Dice roller here.)
Step 5: Comment here with your prompt.
The story arises in the unconscious.
~Dorothea Brande~

Tell me a story in comments about these guys or what's going on in this pic.
~Dorothea Brande~

Tell me a story in comments about these guys or what's going on in this pic.
- pulse:
curious
Bet you thought I forgot,
sotto_voice
"You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough."
~ William Blake
"We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion,
and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble."
~ Children of Gods, Scion of Apes, Kahlil Gibran
~ William Blake
"We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion,
and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble."
~ Children of Gods, Scion of Apes, Kahlil Gibran
It's too damn quiet in here.
I can hear myself thinking.
And that never ends well...
~digs out iPod and cranks up the gypsy punk~
I can hear myself thinking.
And that never ends well...
~digs out iPod and cranks up the gypsy punk~
Give me a pairing and/or a prompt, and I will write you a one sentence ficlet.
nicked from
doihearawaltz
nicked from
"The future is completely open, and we are writing it moment to moment." ~Pema Chodron
From the five things make a post file:
- I have the most awesome rp partners in the known universe. I have been pushed and pulled and stretched and forced to reimagine, reinvent, and craft whole cloth for back story, character motivation, mannerisms, flaws and phobias, wants, needs, desires, anxieties, passions, and myriad other things I can't even wrap my brain around. I am so lucky to have found you guys, I can't even begin to express. I only hope I can find the gumption to take these lessons back to my drawing board and use them to craft the most amazing stories you've ever read (and possibly go on to inspire someone else to puppet my creations, for their own edification, or possibly just gratification, whichever they need more.)
- I need to get back on the 750 words a day of orig!fic bandwagon. I love it when the OC's get loud. And I have another from Sea of Dust standing just off stage, I just need to coax him out into the limelight so I can see what he's all about.
- I want to start collecting red typewriters. I may have to do this in icon form, as I do not have the physical space to collect actual red typewriters.
- I have too many art forms, but that's okay. I am six squares away from finishing the blocks for Lizard Ridge.
- I am insane, but it's a good kind of insane. You should visit my reality sometime. I think you'd like it here. If only for a short visit.
+ I may also just be operating on too little sleep and one of those little energy drinks that wrings your brain out like a wet rag. Also, brain chemistry has not received the benefit of Omega 3 supplements in over a month. I bought some, I just can't find where they got put. I should probably do this before I seriously crash and burn. Yay screwy brain chemistry!
From the five things make a post file:
- I have the most awesome rp partners in the known universe. I have been pushed and pulled and stretched and forced to reimagine, reinvent, and craft whole cloth for back story, character motivation, mannerisms, flaws and phobias, wants, needs, desires, anxieties, passions, and myriad other things I can't even wrap my brain around. I am so lucky to have found you guys, I can't even begin to express. I only hope I can find the gumption to take these lessons back to my drawing board and use them to craft the most amazing stories you've ever read (and possibly go on to inspire someone else to puppet my creations, for their own edification, or possibly just gratification, whichever they need more.)
- I need to get back on the 750 words a day of orig!fic bandwagon. I love it when the OC's get loud. And I have another from Sea of Dust standing just off stage, I just need to coax him out into the limelight so I can see what he's all about.
- I want to start collecting red typewriters. I may have to do this in icon form, as I do not have the physical space to collect actual red typewriters.
- I have too many art forms, but that's okay. I am six squares away from finishing the blocks for Lizard Ridge.
- I am insane, but it's a good kind of insane. You should visit my reality sometime. I think you'd like it here. If only for a short visit.
+ I may also just be operating on too little sleep and one of those little energy drinks that wrings your brain out like a wet rag. Also, brain chemistry has not received the benefit of Omega 3 supplements in over a month. I bought some, I just can't find where they got put. I should probably do this before I seriously crash and burn. Yay screwy brain chemistry!
Baked Apples
Proportions? Who needs proportions?
Fuji apples, peeled and cored. Filling: Dice golden raisins and currants, mix with chopped pecans. Soak with Port and heat in microwave or on stove. Mix with brown sugar, fresh cinnamon, fresh nutmeg. Fill apples and top with a pat of butter. Wrap in foil, bake at 325 until tender.
Fuji apples, peeled and cored. Filling: Dice golden raisins and currants, mix with chopped pecans. Soak with Port and heat in microwave or on stove. Mix with brown sugar, fresh cinnamon, fresh nutmeg. Fill apples and top with a pat of butter. Wrap in foil, bake at 325 until tender.
| Title/Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count: | Between the Lines (Family) Pete, Don Mad Men R (language) 220 |
| "Pete." Runt. "Don." Asshole. "I expect we'll see you and Trudy at the big celebration?" Try not to drool on my shoes so much this time. "Yes, we wouldn't miss it for the world!" Not enough you have to win an award, but you have to make sure I'm there to eat shit off your shoes at the same time? "You going to break out the Charleston again?" Also known as the Look At Me Look At Me! dance? "Well, it's more suited to a garden party than a formal dance, but you know Trudy." You looked didn't you? Didn't you? "She always has an ace up her sleeve." "She sure is a firecracker, isn't she?" I wouldn't fuck her with your dick. "Yes, yes she is." And she's all mine, nancy boy. "But your Betty, man. She sure is a looker." Does she get pregnant just from you looking at her? "Yes, yes she is." You're not worthy to lick the shit off her shoes. "Trudy's looking forward to see you both again." Maybe you can get her pregnant just by looking at her. Get her off my back for awhile. "Well, we'll see you both there." Maybe she'll let you wear your balls for the occasion. "Yes, indeedy." Maybe she'll let me wear my balls for the occasion. | |
| Title/Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count: | there's no place like home Hans Landa/Fiona Glenanne Inglourious Basterds/Burn Notice G 276 |
| He stood behind her, his arms reaching around to adjust the bell of the Victrola. "You must be careful of the needle. We don't want you to get a nasty prick now, do we?" She grinned like a fool, biting her lip. He heard the thought and tutted at her, his breath warm against her ear. "Really, Fiona. You're insufferable. Now, wind the mainspring." Both their hands rested on the hand crank, his gauging how far she could go. "Careful, not too tight. There. Place the platter thus." His fingertips rest on her wrists, guiding her as she set the gleaming black disc on the turn table. "And now, after you take the brake off, you set the needle in the groove." That required him leaning forward a bit more, closing the distance between them. His mouth brushed the nape of her neck, pressing a warm kiss to her skin as he turned the head of the stylus down. The sound that came out of the bell was rich and warm, unmarred by scratches and pops. Jazz horns filled the air of his study, followed by a smoky voice singing in German. In that moment, everything seemed tinged with gold, as if time itself had passed them by. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his shoulder. He wrapped her up in his arms, burying his nose in her hair, a quiet contented hum in the back of his throat. Together, they swayed in time to the music, watching the disc spin round and round. And when the song was over, he leaned forward and moved the needle back to the beginning. | |
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I'll be offline pretty much from tomorrow evening through Sunday. I'll be trying to catch up on all my tags this evening, and I don't think I have too many threads hanging.
Enjoy your weeked, you lovely things, and please try not to burn down the bar while I'm away.
<3<3<3
Enjoy your weeked, you lovely things, and please try not to burn down the bar while I'm away.
<3<3<3


