I'm still waiting for the first episode of Merlin series 2 to include the conversation

A: How are you, Merlin?
M: ..All the better for having you well, Sire.
A: Can we maybe drop the 'Sire' now?


And in my more slashy moments,

A: How are you, Merlin?
M: ..All the better for having you well, Sire.
A: Can we maybe drop the 'Sire' now? Well you were away, I was thinking, maybe we could... dinner, a play.
M: Are you asking me out on a date?
A: Interested?
M: As.. long as it's not in an armoury. Some fetishes should be kept to yourself.

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Fairytale (short piece)
Arthur/Merlin pre-slash
G

( Fairytale )

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I would love to see what happens next; alas, I am terrible at writing dialogue. If anyone is interested in writing the story, they are more than welcome to take it up. Just toss me a link if you post it!

You are my body, my soul, my life and my destiny.
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My substance, my essence, my time and my fate.

Why yes I have been sucked into the Merlin fandom. Why, no I'm not at all ashamed.

Summary: Ten fics (er, eleven), ten words each, spanning ten genres.
Rating: up to a hard R
Warnings: AU, crack!, sex, suggestion of character death, and Captain Jack Harkness.

( Microfic Meme )
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In response to a prompt post on tw3_fan_writers by cherry_soup888: 'Anger'

Rated 'T for Teen' for repeated use of a naughty word.
( Anger )
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"Two Dancers"

Holding hands dancing
Against the incongruous music
Under the flash wedding lighting
Calm harbors in each other’s arms
After the emotions flooding throughout the day
Resting safe but for the rapid pulse
Chest to chest in dress shirts and shoes
Lace and centerpieces of someone else’s taste
Let it fade away, fade away, to someone else’s day
Just take this moment and claim it
Keep it clasped between two dancers’ palms
Swaying far from the soft spotlight
Where a girl in lace dances with her father
And sees two lovers dancing
Two dancers holding hands

Guns are powerful, short-term effective.
The power of guns.
The power of truth!

But I need you safe

Images in a store-front window

V. specific response to v. specific set of prompts, which was really useful in focusing in on exactly what I wanted to say, rather than sacrificing one line for the convenience of another. So while I really agree with it, I know I've now got to take a step back from it in order to edit.


Iconic

Save me (Not a killer)
Touch a wound (pull away)
Listen to me!
I need to save her.
Glance at me
Across the room
"Tell you a secret"
Tell ME a secret
Don't be disappointed
Ridiculously so.
Not looking for trouble
Look skyward
Look away.
Look at me!
Glance at me
Across the room
Brought to tears
By what you've lost
What will I lose?
Save me! (Not a killer. Not a killer)
Big trouble
Is what you are
What we have.
You rescue
You're hunted (by me)
"Grin an bear it"
I met you
My loyalties conflict.
Enjoy the moment
"I like what I see"
Not embarrassed
You're hunted (by what you've lost)
What will I lose?
"I'll outlive you"

My Sun (draft)


Your love is the sun, burning bright,
and complex as the nuclear fusion at its core
Comes and goes, rises and falls with the day
warming me, giving me strength,
so long as the light shines in my direction

Blessed as I am to witness it,
and all the illuminated terrain
Yet that light hides so much behind it
The infinite possibilities, the shining points
I would have to disentangle myself from you to see

Couldn't breathe in the cold black without you
While your light burned on and on someone else
Never falter, never move, while I race around you
Holding on, feeling a fraction of the power
And always kept at a distance. 'It's safer that way.'

My central star; I need you and I vie for your attention
Without me, would you even notice?
Keep burning strong. Burning bright. Burning hot.
In the end, a supernova seen across the stars
with little thought for the casualties that can't move away

Reduced to dust by your love, my sun

Thinking of that idea to write a poem from Ianto's POV (this isn't quite that), I did come up with this from a male perspective.


Underneath

Pulling at the jacket
Tugging the expensive fabric
Making me worry over the seams
Warm hands on my back
One layer closer to skin on skin
Wrinkles in my white(freshly) pressed shirt
Fingers clumsy on the buttons
Eyes shut and concentration split
That one will need to be restitched
The silk around my neck
Stretched far out of shape
I whisper that you owe me new
Cuffs, we forget about the cuffs
Too dazed for attention to detail
They scratch at my wrists before detaching
Neat, formal confines of the day
Disrespected, cast aside, to reach
What’s underneath the suit

Tango (Carmen)

Today was a deep bohemian beat
Rising and falling, with no clear intention or direction
Like a tango made solo
Twirling and aloof, then suddenly almost still and sensual
It was a cacophony of balance
Step, swing around, weight comes crashing down
And careful placement of arms and feet
An elbow held in an awkward curve, and torso twisted to face the world
A mockery of Iberian colors
Fused with New World attitude and new generation use
It’s not a carefully practiced competition
It’s irrespective of caution and authority, adverse to choreography
Today was improvisation at its worst
Danced to to push and off-put others, daring you to keep up
Today was an ominous beat
Dark and light, teasing and unpredictable, too near and too detached
A tautology of life
Crammed into one day, with no patience for a melody

http://amythest-n-ice.livejournal.com/7948.html#cutid1

Picnic

We'd dance a moonlit serenade
on a rooftop we shouldn't climb
Celebrate our anniversary
of a date that hasn't passed
Indulge in the private quiet moment
far apart from the rest of the world
You'd hold a bottle we'd never open
of wine - too drunk on us to notice
I'd card my fingers through your hair
and whisper mirrored thoughts between us
And we'd picnic in the cold and moonlight
on the concrete of our rooftop


(cold and moonshine)??

Steady

Steady in the breeze
the loose leaves scatter
but you keep us rooted to the ground
those who cling to you
Steady in the wind and rain
branches bend and twigs whip
at your (own) protective bark
but you hold us close
Steady in the torrent
we snap, your layers shed
roots pull up from the ground
but you stand tall
All that you are,
pulled and torn and bent and broken
but you stay steady, because if you don't
how could we have hope?

(roots pull raw and unburied)
(pushed and torn and bent and broken)
(we could not have hope/we would all be lost)

"I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight."

New list-o-stuff (I'm done moving!):

Go through MySpace friends requests..
Perhaps update my own page.

Post icons?

"Killed by Death"

Unpack/sort/clean out all my stuff

Lick Jack Harkness

Talk to Colin! Tell him I'm in town!
& answer all those notification e-mails from Facebook
E-mail Ley! Got her text, when will she be back in town, blahblahblippityblah, where's that Econ book she said she'd sell me?

E-mail lady about that ILL job

Doctor's appointment re: my new bff, daily migraines


Which reminds me - convo. on our Course e-conference pre-exams:
Student 1: Who's Joab again?
Student 2: David's bff
Student 3: And by that she means, David's general
Professor: That's right. (And what's 'bff'?)
Student 3: 'Best Friend Forever'
Professor: Ah, well he might be David's bf, but not bff as they end up hating each other.
Student 1: Er, 'bf' is boyfriend
Professor: Oops..

Also, I'm randomly craving a 4am taco. I'm turning into a Los Angelen! I wonder if I have soy crumbles...

Just a little thing, not even a drabble. Written in traffic.
Jack + Ianto, 'Cyberwoman'
Pshh, PG/PG-13 for teh ded
Alive

( Alive )


Original conceived as yet another TW Buffy-title drabble, b/c I love those. This would be 'Conversations with Dead People'. 'Killed by Death' is somewhere in the ether between my brain and my computer.

"I love you. I don't know if I trust you."
"Maybe you shouldn't do either."

Note of things to elaborate on after my final papers are done:

a faraway, absent lover

I want my shoulder to be your pillow
To feel your warm breath ghost my neck
Instead I miss the weight beside me
And am breezed with only cool air
I want to be jostled as you settle in your sleep
Hog all the covers; I'll happily fight you for them
These nights I feel bereft, rollover on the too wide bed
Tangle in the sheets instead of my limbs in yours
My restless insomnia gives me time to think
I imagine games and treats to try with you
But the hours and energy I have to waste
Only exist while you aren't here to entertain
Let me curl around you and hum my content
Nudge me when I start to fall asleep
So come back to me, my faraway, absent lover
And remind me not to miss you anymore

(Remind me to stay with you, here together
And let me remind you to never leave again)


Deal with/fix "Iconic"/post w/ images

Attempt some poetry from Ianto's POV (eep)

"dr." icon

Metametameta:
Buffy vs. Jack, as always
Buffy v. Jack v. Angel, with some Ianto thrown in
Angel + Spike the apostle
Strength and masculinity in "Buffy", and differences in Angel among A.I. and the Scoobies
Relatedly, Joss's ability to represent discriminated groups (women, youth, GBLT) --> possibly, but unlikely, reference shows like "Supernatural," which kills me with the queer!bashing, who supposedly "can't be expected to."

BBC's "Robin Hood" as a representation of the Middle Ages, and the imposition of modern gender values, or lack thereof.

Post my "What I realized about homophobia within the GBLTQQIA community" with myself as a cringe-worthy case-study. (Trust me, if you're at all interested in this, read it and feel free to hit me with something heavy and appropriately ironic.)

Finish packing and actually MOVE already!

Torchwood
Name (short)
slight Jack/Ianto
PG

( Name )

Ack! Oh no! I wrote love poetry! And am really not a romantic, I swear. There was a book award contest at my university, so I decided to play my hand.


( Semantics )

( Untitled )

( Poetry )

( Your Face is My Compass )

( Charming )

I also wrote something in French after coming across the first line in *cough* a fic. I really ought to have asked the author for permission to use the line, but I didn't keep track of the fic (though I could probably find it if I tried) and this line stayed in my head, along with my immediate response to it. What follows is the very short poem in French, followed by a translation - it doesn't work nearly as well in English - which then inspired the above "Your Face is my Compass". This one will never be used in contest or publication, other than here which is not for any sort of profit, unless I get the express permission of the fic's author.

( Ma Bouche est ta Maison/Here )

Craving: Owen 'Adam' "adorkable" icon.
But not just any random picture; it has to be actually a cute shot of 'im.


I'm not much of an iconographer, but 2 of miss_jaffacake's icons screamed out for captions, so I borrowed her bases (with permission) and ended up with
and


[Note: Her work is found over on nomorewolfie]