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Jul. 13th, 2011 11:02 amYour Mind is Attentive |
 You are always paying close attention to what's going on around you. You are focused but also a multitasker. You are a doer, not a dreamer. You like to put all your ideas into action. You are very productive. You are good at knowing what needs to get done first and then doing it. You are proactive, and you try not to let anything slide. You avoid lazy thinking habits. |
Choose one or a couple of these, and I'll do my best to write a drabble or ficlet with that prompt and my muse and your muse. Let me know if you have stuff to add to the request prompt!
1. Playful!Coug
2. Murderous!Coug
3. Flailing!Coug
4. Incarcerated!Coug
5. Deviant!Coug
6. Ill!Coug
7. Intoxicated!Coug
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Coug
9. Eloquent!Coug
10. Cooking!Coug
11. Over-protective!Coug
12. Wanker!Coug
13. Silly!Coug
14. Romantic!Coug
15. Long-winded!Coug
16. Bedtime!Coug
17. Jealous!Coug
18. Inquisitive!Coug
19. Confused!Coug
20. Sexy!Coug
21. Angry!Coug
22. Dorky!Coug
23. Working!Coug
24. Needs-a-Hug!Coug
25. Choose-your-own!Coug
1. Playful!Coug
2. Murderous!Coug
3. Flailing!Coug
4. Incarcerated!Coug
5. Deviant!Coug
6. Ill!Coug
7. Intoxicated!Coug
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Coug
9. Eloquent!Coug
10. Cooking!Coug
11. Over-protective!Coug
12. Wanker!Coug
13. Silly!Coug
14. Romantic!Coug
15. Long-winded!Coug
16. Bedtime!Coug
17. Jealous!Coug
18. Inquisitive!Coug
19. Confused!Coug
20. Sexy!Coug
21. Angry!Coug
22. Dorky!Coug
23. Working!Coug
24. Needs-a-Hug!Coug
25. Choose-your-own!Coug
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musebysentence 93.13. Marriage
Feb. 17th, 2011 03:31 pmIf any of Cougar's friends thought it stupid, with her health already so declined and hopeless, none of them breathed a word about it in either his or Anya's hearing - and he was somehow as grateful to them for it as for any time they'd saved his life.
Happy Valentine's!
Feb. 15th, 2011 01:39 amThere is frost on the ground.
In fact, this year the ground is still frozen as the day dawns. But there is sunshine, bright and clear, and birds are singing outside, despite the cold. Anya’s face is turned towards the window with a smile, light playing on her features, and Cougar leans on the door-frame, watching her for a moment.
And then he crosses inside the room, finger stroking her cheek. “Wind has died down.” The wind that made the soil bone-hard, over the last few days, and that kept most of them inside, her in particular. “Want a walk out?” Sure, he talks more these days, more than he has in a very long time. But he’s still economic with words.
She rolls her chair around to look at him, her eyes narrow, and then widen, brighten. “You don’t mean just sitting on the porch, do you. Have something in mind?”
“No...” Innocent face that surprises her into a giggle. A hint of the Spanish still to his words, a hint that he would be trying to clear in his attempt to give her everything perfect, for as long as they have, except for her definite delight in it. “You, me, fresh air, sunlight.” Pause. “Maybe chocolate.”
“I’d like that.”
He grins. And they spend the next half-hour making sure she is comfortably and warmly dressed, and that his attire is up to her standards, and she’s laughing. Better, more so than she has in days.
It’s not a short walk he takes her out to. Pushing her in her chair over long distances is not a problem - he was once used to running for miles, and he’s kept up his shape just fine - and the winter is giving ground, if very slowly, so they have plenty to see. He takes her off the paved ways and into the woods, jostly as the frozen paths are sometimes. She doesn’t mind, and he is careful. It is still too early for much green, of course. But as the day warms up, they can watch the snot and ice melting, the spot of sunlit ground becoming softer, squishier, more alive. He pulls up her hood as they pass under dripping melts off bigger trees; her eyes twinkle at him, and she tugs it off again, turning her delicate features into the icy drops.
They come out of the woods somewhere they’ve never been before; not on foot, at any rate. The asphalt of the road is still wet and they wave at the few passing cars. Which they don’t race...
… at least until they hit a nice long downhill. She makes some exclamation as he pushes the chair faster and faster, but when he hops on the back of it, riding with her, she laughs in surprise and focuses on helping him steer, in case it’s needed.
He steps back off at the foot of the hill, of course. And then pushes the chair up the next one. And there’s a crossroads, with a sign directing them back into town. They start in that direction, talking and walking for a bit.
Coug then gently pushes her into the soil of the forest again, and she turns around to look at him, but he is focused on something she couldn’t spot from her lower vantage point.
Not that it takes that long for the mystery to resolve itself for her as well. Into a sunlit spot, an opening among the trees. Covered all through with snowdrops.
He puts the breaks on the chair, then leans down to pick one to present to her with a soft, soft smile. That she returns, her eyes bright, as they should be.
“You are warm enough?” He asks, and grins at her nod. “Then we can stay a little.”
Which time he doesn’t waste. His fingers are long unused to the task, so he makes a few failed attempts at first. But he remembers the trick of it shortly, and soon there is a … a daisy-chain of snowdrops. that he binds in a circle and gently places on her brow.
“Oh.”
“Happy Valentine’s day, amada”
“And you.” Softly, and with that look that he can never, ever get enough of. “I love you, Carlos.”
“And I love you, too.”
Later, they head back home.
In fact, this year the ground is still frozen as the day dawns. But there is sunshine, bright and clear, and birds are singing outside, despite the cold. Anya’s face is turned towards the window with a smile, light playing on her features, and Cougar leans on the door-frame, watching her for a moment.
And then he crosses inside the room, finger stroking her cheek. “Wind has died down.” The wind that made the soil bone-hard, over the last few days, and that kept most of them inside, her in particular. “Want a walk out?” Sure, he talks more these days, more than he has in a very long time. But he’s still economic with words.
She rolls her chair around to look at him, her eyes narrow, and then widen, brighten. “You don’t mean just sitting on the porch, do you. Have something in mind?”
“No...” Innocent face that surprises her into a giggle. A hint of the Spanish still to his words, a hint that he would be trying to clear in his attempt to give her everything perfect, for as long as they have, except for her definite delight in it. “You, me, fresh air, sunlight.” Pause. “Maybe chocolate.”
“I’d like that.”
He grins. And they spend the next half-hour making sure she is comfortably and warmly dressed, and that his attire is up to her standards, and she’s laughing. Better, more so than she has in days.
It’s not a short walk he takes her out to. Pushing her in her chair over long distances is not a problem - he was once used to running for miles, and he’s kept up his shape just fine - and the winter is giving ground, if very slowly, so they have plenty to see. He takes her off the paved ways and into the woods, jostly as the frozen paths are sometimes. She doesn’t mind, and he is careful. It is still too early for much green, of course. But as the day warms up, they can watch the snot and ice melting, the spot of sunlit ground becoming softer, squishier, more alive. He pulls up her hood as they pass under dripping melts off bigger trees; her eyes twinkle at him, and she tugs it off again, turning her delicate features into the icy drops.
They come out of the woods somewhere they’ve never been before; not on foot, at any rate. The asphalt of the road is still wet and they wave at the few passing cars. Which they don’t race...
… at least until they hit a nice long downhill. She makes some exclamation as he pushes the chair faster and faster, but when he hops on the back of it, riding with her, she laughs in surprise and focuses on helping him steer, in case it’s needed.
He steps back off at the foot of the hill, of course. And then pushes the chair up the next one. And there’s a crossroads, with a sign directing them back into town. They start in that direction, talking and walking for a bit.
Coug then gently pushes her into the soil of the forest again, and she turns around to look at him, but he is focused on something she couldn’t spot from her lower vantage point.
Not that it takes that long for the mystery to resolve itself for her as well. Into a sunlit spot, an opening among the trees. Covered all through with snowdrops.
He puts the breaks on the chair, then leans down to pick one to present to her with a soft, soft smile. That she returns, her eyes bright, as they should be.
“You are warm enough?” He asks, and grins at her nod. “Then we can stay a little.”
Which time he doesn’t waste. His fingers are long unused to the task, so he makes a few failed attempts at first. But he remembers the trick of it shortly, and soon there is a … a daisy-chain of snowdrops. that he binds in a circle and gently places on her brow.
“Oh.”
“Happy Valentine’s day, amada”
“And you.” Softly, and with that look that he can never, ever get enough of. “I love you, Carlos.”
“And I love you, too.”
Later, they head back home.
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Nov. 19th, 2010 10:46 amYou Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut |
 A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image. On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex. You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time. Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence. |
ooc: brb, still laughing.
Another round of this meme
Nov. 9th, 2010 04:07 pm1) Go HERE to generate 10 random numbers between 1 and 100. Generate a different set of numbers for each character you pick. DO THIS FIRST.
2) Then I will answer the corresponding questions from HERE.
Make sure that the numbers are different!
Keep in mind that random or not, chances are that the combination between questions and asker will likely make us both o.O.
2) Then I will answer the corresponding questions from HERE.
Make sure that the numbers are different!
Keep in mind that random or not, chances are that the combination between questions and asker will likely make us both o.O.
From Murdock.
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:08 am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
wonacoconut's Halloween party: candymeetbaby dressed as Marie Antoinette going to her death.
enjoythe_ride dressed as Lindsay Davenport riding a elephant.
explosionoflove gets drunk, strips naked, and somehow emerges dressed as a rat.
headless_jensen dressed as a part-time corporate spy secretary.
hes_onthe_jazz dressed as a 1970's disco child.
legless_pooch dressed as Josephine Baker but the banana "skirt" didn't survive the night.
lovestrashbags dressed as the Viscount of Certjere, and it suited them disturbingly well.
manofclay dressed as a very fake witch-doctor complete with a collection of shrunken skulls.
shes_volatile dressed as Sybil - except that Sybil didn't show but the other 36 personalities did.
technostripshow dressed as Calvin Coolidge.
Throw your own party at the Hallomeme!
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Oct. 19th, 2010 10:33 amTo the first five people who comment to this post, I will gift you with something of my own crafting. It may be an icon, a manip, a ficlet, or something completely random. You may love it or you may think it sucks, but regardless, it will be made with ♥love♥ for you from me.
Feel free to give me a request of what you might like (ship, character, actor/actress, fandom, color, etc).
The catch? You must pay it forward and post this in your journal so you can gift 5 of your friends with special gifts made by you.
01. Murdock
02. Aisha
03. Open Slot
04. Open Slot
05. Open Slot
Feel free to give me a request of what you might like (ship, character, actor/actress, fandom, color, etc).
The catch? You must pay it forward and post this in your journal so you can gift 5 of your friends with special gifts made by you.
01. Murdock
02. Aisha
03. Open Slot
04. Open Slot
05. Open Slot
