| Roost - Original: Chapter 1 |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Type: Original Work
Title: Roost
Rating: PG
Warnings: Main character is a lesbian.
Summary: If you have a haunted/cursed item, the Roost will take it for you. Please don't worry, they are the very best.
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| Help me find this song please |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
I'm going to be crossposting this to hell and back in the hopes that I can find someone who knows. Apologies if you've seen it more than once.
Promotional trailer for Twenty Good Years - a show that I know nothing about, but that's not really the point here.
My boyfriend has been trying to find the title and artist of the song that starts around 1:41 for years. If I can manage to find it first, I'm going to surprise him with a copy of the CD that it's on (if I can find that) for his birthday.
We've tried Google lyric searches, YouTube, and various "help me find this song" sites and forums. He says he's tried e-mailing NBC, but got no response. I'm running out of ideas, so if anyone has anything that I might not have thought of, could you please help me out? |
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|07:15 am] |
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My sister-Bird is the BESTEST.
Now if only my brain would extend past a ten-minute span. |
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| [fic][SoA] Sunshine |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|04:26 pm] |
Yeah, it's been a while.
Title: Sunshine
Author: Wallwalker
Rating: PG
Fandom: Skies of Arcadia Legends
Warnings: None. It's fluffy!
Characters: Fina, Vyse, Aika.
Summary: Fina muses as she works in her new garden.
Notes: One-shot, although there is always the possibility of a sequel... I would've made it part of this fic, but it didn't fit the tone and so I figured I'd make it a sequel, if I wrote it later. Besides, I was on a timeline.
Originally written for the NYR '09 challenge. Can't link to it right now though. I'd like to thank Laylah for proofreading it for me.
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
Lily isn't REALLY mine, I borrowed here. But this was stuck in my head.
The music had a hard sort of baseline to it, but that didn't matter when one wore earplugs. No one asked important questions in her line of work. Eyes followed the curve of her hips and the sway of her shoulders. Lillian could read lips anyway.
On stage they called her Lilith and very few people got the joke these days. Of course, the man that waved her over was in a priest's collar.
What would he assume, she wondered, going over the lines that she had heard before a million times, the rehashed scripts of people that think they are clever, think she is stupid, or think that she would believe them.
As long as he wasn't the love at first sight sort, Lillian hated those. "You don't belong here." He said, proving to be disappointing.
She smiled instead of saying what she wanted; she doubted he noticed that she'd removed the earplugs.
"Aren't you going to comment?" He had dark eyes, almost black in the light of the bar. They were sharp, unusually so for the sort that frequented a strip club. It meant that he was intelligent and probably dangerous.
She snorted. "You're not here for my conversation."
"I'm a priest." He looked affronted.
So did she "and I'm not here to find salvation."
"What if I am here to give it to you, none the less?" He sipped coffee, and she could not smell or sense booze on his breath.
Her eyes searched his neck, his hands, trying to find any sort of clue to the man's capabilities. Lillian was sure of her own skills, but she never took too many uncalculated risks.
"Four years of Judo, but I'm horrible at it." He answered her unspoken question.
A red eyebrow arched and she scowled. "What do you want?"
"If I say anything other than sex would you believe me?"
She shrugged. "Maybe."
He flicked a business card at her and finished his drink in one smooth gulp. "If you're interested. It's rather risky employment."
She looked over the card; it was black and had one address on it, letters that shone in a flat black against the gloss. "You're kidding. Why in the world would I go here?"
"Because, Lily, you've had a lot more than four years of Judo and I can promise you that this will not be boring." With that, he stood and collected a wide brim hat from the chair next to him. He tipped it to her and then walked out.
She bit the inside of her cheek. He wasn't a stalker; of that much she was sure… for some reason. The black on black card nearly yelled at her. "I'm going home early." She informed the bartender. He wasn't dumb enough to argue with her. |
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