"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]

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*

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

.................................I suppose it was bound to happen someday. ;______; *attempts to piece together*

DOES THAT MEAN YOU WON'T WRITE IT? GRRRR.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

The piece of Soujin that is her finger is typing this alone:

Yes. That is one place Miss Soujin cannot do. Please try again at a later date. If you have any complains, we will direct you to the Paris sewer our bureau. Thank you and have a nice day!

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

...;_______; You have failed, Miss Soujin. FAILED.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...But I finished that story. Can I send it to you?

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Yes'm! plasticprayers at gmail.com! :DDD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^________^ <3333