"In the Light of the Virgin Morning..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

*is wicked, steals memes from kaliscoo*

MEME #1:
If you want me to make you an icon, comment here and I will make one based on one of your LJ interests. No, you don't get to pick which one. Artist's discretion!

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MEME #2:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.

*hums*

Second one especially. Snowy, darling, take your revenge. :D

Comments

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Why hello, Miss! :D You can't do meme #1 for me, because my LJ has no interests.! *vaguely proud beaming*

...As for meme #2 -- Irma Boissy / Gertrude. Asphalt.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I'm clever, though. I can manage.

...Gahhhhh.

The pretty little French seamstress who comes to court enchants Gertrude. She never had a daughter, a sister, or--or-- (If asphalt were invented then, the girl's eyes would be that smokey grey-black. If coloured parachutes were invented then, the girl's smile would be that flash of colour. If Asian Pears were invented then, their white fruit would match the skin of her hands.) At once, she realises how sadly lacking her wardrobe is. The pretty little French seamstress is happy to oblige, to oblige, or--or-- (to oblige)

Sadist. Also, I don't think Irma Boissy really was a seamstress, but I can't remember.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

I'm interested in you for an icon, but how do we fit all your awesome into a puny ten thousand pixels? It does not compute.

...Oh, you made it work! SUCCESS! And what's more, you even managed to make 'asphalt' work! And here I was, thinking I was being particularly evil with an anachronistic keyword. *hangs head*

It's pretty and flashy in a subdued way, like warm gray and cream. See, you can do it! So: (she stitched boots, but what does that matter?)

Rum Tum Tugger/Aouda. Needle.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, come now. This is ridiculous, Miss Fish.

*facepalms* It was evil. It was truly, truly evil. I don't know how I managed.

Thank you (I was afraid of that).

...THAT'S NOT MY FANDOM. DAMN IT.

His claws needle her lap, and she holds him up in her little dark-skinned hands, looking levelly into his catseyes. "You're small for a Tiger, aren't you?" First he hisses, then he licks her face. Aouda doesn't know enough about this cat to realise she's tamed the Tiger who'd go for the throat of everyone else.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

oh, wow. *loves*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Shh. It's all wrong.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

if this is all wrong, how wonderful it must be when it's right -- !

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That's quite enough of that. Have you another request?

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

all business, are you? well, because i'm too stuck on one fandom to think of anything else, have another random hamlet pairing -- um. rosencrantz/ophelia? ... daisy.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Gladly. And yes, business is most important for a successful career IN CRACK.

beautiful at fifteen, beautiful at seventeen. her hair is the colour of the sun, and he puts daisies in it, or makes them into chains so she can have a crown. she will have a real crown someday. hamlet likes her, he whispers, with a child's giggle. she kisses his cheek and insists she likes him better. (but his daisy will die, and a queen's crown would stay for-ever--he beams at her and tells her daisies stay for-ever, did she know that?)

[Typist] Ignore reposts, gah. [/typist]

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

oh! oh, oh. *joygasms (not very business-like of her at all)* that was was the loveliest, loveliest little thing, all whimsical sweetness ... you've made me so happy. :D :D :D thank you.

*hums 'daisy, daisy, give me your answer, dooo'*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*eeps and blushes and smiles* You're welcome.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Iiiiiicon.

I warn you, 1. I cannot make icons and 2. I cannot stop at one. *facepalm

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Oh-- icons -- ! And the Little Prince at that! And ... 'Poor Grantaire'...! XDDDD These are so shiny, thank you, and four. ^___________^ I've taken them. ♥♥♥

I realized it wasn't your fandom after I posted it -- it'snotmineeither but ... XD I'll try to make it up with a Princess Puffer/Harbert Brown. Irony.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. ^_^ I know I made too many.

...My God.

The irony of such a good looking boy--a boy who looks good, that is, who looks clever and pretty and respectable--coming to her. She laughs her throaty, smoke-stained laugh, and hands him a pipe. Harbert stares. He had only wanted to take her picture for Gideon, and the photographical equipment feels awkward in his hands. Suddenly he laughs, too, clear and gentle and the laugh of a boy who grew up somewhere different from everyone else. She can't help reaching her bent hands up to touch his face.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Too many?! There's no such thing. ^_________^

...Awww......!! Theirloveissocomingfromtotallydifferentdirections! ♥♥♥ I love how you make things fit. So I'm going to request Madame Giry/Bishop Myriel. Keyword fishnet.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay. ^_^

...!!!!!!!

She went to confession that day with a bit of fishnet to wrap around her head like a scarf; she didn't hold with such things usually, but it was Saint Peter's day, and Saint Peter was one of the Twelve. There was a visiting bishop, she'd heard; perhaps she was making a show of her piety for him. At any rate, the man in the confessional listened to all her words, to all her secrets, and as she left the church Madame Giry took the net off and folded it into her pocket. She didn't need that pretence any more.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Look -- oh -- it's so calm and patient and grayscale like Madame Giry and the Bishop --! ♡ It's perfect. Thank you.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*squibbles* You're welcome. It's not--you're welcome.

*at least gets to use this icon*

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Well then, just to let you use the icon some more: Ratcatcher/La Carlotta! Keyword 'diagram'.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

WOMAN. *roars*

"Who are you?" she demands, too annoyed that someone dares to be afraid that someone is. "What are you doing in my room? It is outrageous!"
The someone who is breathes like a half-burned leaf going up a chimney. There is no answer.
Suddenly she is afraid, and she traces on her mirror a diagram, one her mother taught her when she was a little girl, to protect her. The someone who is finally speaks, with a voice like a grate being placed over the chimney, so that birds do not build their nests inside and die in the smoke when a fire is lit.
"I'm keeping the rats away from you."

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Whaaaaat?! You made it work! And made it pretty, which is quite a feat considering who it is. ♥

If I keep requesting crack like this, will you explode...? XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

:D That's my business. Thaaaaank you, though, for the pretty. ^____^

...We could see.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Oh... well... then... Gavroche's Friend Navet/Moncharmin. Keyword orgasm.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*explodes*