Soujin (
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-08-21 12:42 am
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"In the Light of the Virgin Morning..."
*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
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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!
--
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
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...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.
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...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.
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*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.
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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]
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*hums 'daisy, daisy, give me your answer, dooo'*
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