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Pick a character I write, and I will give you the top five ideas/concepts/other I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to depicting them accurately. This includes both original characters and characters about whom I write fanfic.

from ceitfianna

Ask me about any character I RP or write, and I will pick one of the following and tell you:

(a) Three facts about them from my personal fanon.
(b) Two reasons they're amazing.
(c) Five things that I'd like to see happen to them.
(d) Three people that I might ship that character with and why.
or
(e) If I don't know the character or the fandom, I will make something up.
Original stuff and AUs always okay!

Headvoice list here. (Voices not listed: Severus Snape, Mary Shannon (In Plain Sight), Mama Lujo.)

From yesterday's DE.
Prompt from

sardonicynic :
† Mills, laconic: He doesn't like this feeling.

He doesn't like this feeling.

This odd sensation of being the only person awake in a room full of sleep walkers. It's perpetual, these days, only alleviated by Veronica's presence. He worries that he's not built for retirement, that he'll always be darting at shadows, always be checking where people's hands are and how they carry their weight.

He knows he has to check himself, check the finely honed edge that has become his entire being. He doesn't like feeling like he's always in the holster, safety on. Peace bound.

But he can live with it. For Veronica. For Kim.

And maybe, when the weather's good and he can hear people laughing, maybe he can do it for himself.

From yesterday's DE.
Prompt from

fightingthecage :
† Fiona: Ten years in the future

( warnings for fluff and character death )

From yesterday's DE.
Prompt from

fightingthecage :
† Alex/Gene: Fury.

He makes it seem so effortless, the way he snatches them up by the collar and smashes his forehead into the bridge of their nose. He hefts them by nape and belt and flings them against the side of the Quattro like they weigh nothing. He uses his fists to smash and smash and smash until their faces look like hamburger, and his knuckles are cut to ribbons.

And even as she cringes at the brutality, she envies him that unrefined rage, that brilliant savagery.

She dreams, twisting and turning, tangled in her sheets, and she can't lash out at that bullet, slowly spiralling through the air towards her. She can't throw punches at the never ending loop of film, that same fireball blossoming slowly, unfurling towards the sky. She can't even see the enemy, the force that took her away from her daughter, much less grab it by the lapels and slam it up against the lockers, or push it face first down into the bog.

She only has her mind. Her memories, her rational powers of analysis, her reason. She only has her heart and her will to carry her through this ordeal. And every time she watches him sweep across the chequerboard floor, every time she watches him settle into his usual table, every time he looks at her...

Her fury falters, diminished. She feels the ashes of her memories sift through her fingertips, scattered to the winds.

Whose birthday was it today?

From yesterday's DE.
Prompt from

spooky_lemur :
† Fiona: Fiona; childhood memories that keep us going.

She was nine when her Da first put a cricket bat in her hands. It was too big for her to grip properly, so he whittled it down and rewrapped it with waxed linen cord. He showed her how to set her feet at shoulder's width, showed her how to aim for the temple or the outside of the knee cap, but only if she had too.

When she was thirteen, he showed her how to grip the neck of a beer bottle, empty preferably. They don't break as easily. And make sure your hands are tacky, makes it easier to keep that grip. He didn't have to show her where to throw a knee or an elbow. She grew up with six brothers and learned that key information early on.

When she was fifteen, he taught her how to layer nails and broken glass into the capped pipe, how to cut the fuse and thread it through to the primer.

When she was twenty four, his ghost stood at her elbow as she held her mother, listening to Seamus tell them what happened to Claire. His voice whispered to her, telling her she knew what to do. She knew just what to do to set this to rights.

From yesterday's DE.
Prompt from

sardonicynic :
† River : screwdriver ; "Could you hand me that, please?"

"Could you hand me that?"

"What, this?"

"No, silly. The other..." She waves a hand, impatiently.

"This?"

"No. Look if you want this fixed, you're going to have to... What are you doing?"

"Nothing!"

"..."

"Well, maybe a little... Something."

"Oh really. I thought you wanted to mmf."

"..."

Something trilled and whirred, and a hand fumbled up above the console, blindly punching a button and turning a dial until the noise stopped.

From yesterday's DE.
Prompt from

sardonicynic :
† Olga : ancient ; She can't explain what it's like -- it just is, formless and forever.

She can't explain what it is -- it just is, formless and forever. The shadow at her shoulder, its cool kiss felt along her long bones, woven deep into the fabric of her consciousness. It is curse and comfort, simultaneously.

In the beginning, it haunted her, paced her along the muddy streets of her village, hunted her along the wooded paths back to the low cottages of her family's homestead. Black fingers of silvery darkness, catching at the hems of her skirts, tangling in her long hair. Calling to her in soft whispers, alluring and terrifying.

And then a man came, and paid good coin to take her away, ostensibly to serve as a maid to some noble woman. He showed her how to face the Gloom, how to draw it around her like a cloak, how to move into the folds and gathers of it, and within that void, how to travel vast distances. He showed her how to draw it into herself, to tap the well of strength within.

Now, it is simply a part of her. She breathes and it moves through her veins. She carries it with her always, and it is never far away from her grasp. The Gloom is the first door she ever entered into this world, and it will be the last threshold she crosses when she finally decides to leave it

I have to break this into two categories, Real & Fictional:

Real
Frida Kahlo: Frida is really my patron saint. She lived an amazing life. I can't even begin to say how much she has inspired me, as much for her art as for her ability to persevere in the face of terrible tragedy and personal, physical pain. She was larger than life.

Catherine II of Russia: Also known as Catherine The Great, she was a formidable woman. Not only was she a significant patron of the arts and an influential head of state, she was a writer in her own right. The woman corresponded with Voltaire for fifteen years.

Grace O'Malley: Irish pirate. Demanded an audience with Queen Elizabeth the First. And got it. (Lizzie didn't speak any Gaelic. Gráinne didn't speak any English. How'd they converse?  Entirely in motherfucking Latin, yo.)

Naduah (Cynthia Ann Parker): Mother of the Great Comanche War Chief Quanah Parker. Cynthia was kidnapped by the Comanche at the age of nine. Her Comanche husband loved her so much, he never took another wife. And when she was kidnapped back by the Texas Rangers, at the age of 34, she spent the rest of her life trying to run away and get back to her Comanche family. She eventually starved herself to death rather than be re-assimilated.

Dian Fossey: Primatologist. She can be credited with bringing the Mountain Gorilla back from the edge of extinction, and she was murdered by poachers for refusing to back down. (Sigourney Weaver played her in the movie Gorillas in the Mist.)

Fictional
(I'm not including Fiona, River Song, Alex Drake or Olga in this because you can probably already tell I think they're kick ass.)

Sarah Connor from the Terminator franchise: Do not get between her and her kid, yo. She will fuck you up. Knows her way around all kinds of firearms and field craft, and for all she is seventeen kinds of self-sufficient, she can still show emotion.

Zoe from Firefly: Can I be Gina Torres when I grow up?  Not only is Zoe sex on legs and a big damn hero, she's married and madly in love with her husband. Her husband who isn't her superior officer. My god, imagine that.

Another Whedon girl (and yes, Joss, I still hate you), Willow Rosenberg. Geek of my heart.   Brilliant, shy, caring, loyal friend of the leading lady badass with her own complex character arc. (Except for Season Seven, which never happened. ~eyeroll~)

Hermione "Oh My God Do I Have To Do Everything Around Here" Granger:  I feel this needs no explanation. (Also, she was totally a Ravenclaw, but deliberately sorted wrong so she could ride herd on Harry's ass.)

Special Agent Dana Scully:  Quiet. Brainy. Takes shit from no man. Not even Mulder, though she does indulge his crazy.

There's that five things meme.

or.

Gimme a song lyric, poetry snippet and a fandom, and I will write you fic. Probably tiny fic. But these things have been known to get away from me.

or.

Have a better meme that I haven't seen yet? Hit me.

Well, there's two ends of the spectrum...

I write like
Chuck Palahniuk

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I write like
Ian Fleming

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

The icon meme, via

sardonicynic :

1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon squee. Whoo!

I loves me some old typewriters. I would collect them if I had the room. They're such glorious pieces of machinery, art and mechanics all wrapped up in one. Tappita tappita the sound of worlds being built.

Ah, Fiona. This is from the publicity stills for the second season of Burn Notice. She's just so comfortable in her own skin and utterly bad ass. Gabrielle Anwar, you are made of win.

This is a crop from a piece by Esao Andrews. I love the full red lips and the henna painted hands. It's a very me thing, from a personal

Ah, Marion Ravenswood, one of my very first 'oh yeah that's what a kickass heroine looks like' moments. Don't even talk to me about what they did to her in the last one. Ugh. Also, I hate cigarettes, hate the stench that clings to smokers, hate the cancer causing smoke itself, but I love the ritual of smoking. I love that it gives my characters something to do with their hands instead of fiddling with the salt shaker.

Ahahaha, this is a quote from Wolf. We have this thing when we're standing in line at Sbux or sitting in the restaurant, and you know how people have a nasty habit of obviously listening in on your conversation? Well. We love to fuck with these people, and make up these wild bizarre stories that of course, they're only getting snippets of. We seek to increase the WTF factor everywhere we go, really. Because everyone needs a little more WTF in their life. Hence, the sherpa with delicate hands.

1. Comment to this post with "I surrender!" and I'll assign you the basis of some TV show idea. (Science fiction show, medical drama, criminal procedure, etc...)
2. Create a cast of characters, including the actors who'd play them
3. Add in any actor photos, character bios and show synopsis that you want.
4. Post to your own journal.

doihearawaltz prompted: ~~ZOMBIES~~ An underground gambling establishment. Large sums of money being passed around every day. Way too much to go wrong. Take it away.

TYPE:

Hour-long series as presented by Showtime, 13 episodes per season

RATING:

TV-14/M

OPENING CREDITS SONG:

Way Down In The Hole - Five Blind Boys of Alabama (blatantly stealing this from The Wire)

FINALE ENDING CREDITS SONG:

Tale VII (vivo con fuoco) - Goran Bregovic

SYNOPSIS:

Deep underground, the city of London has a secret heart. A group of adventurers decides to turn a Victorian era abandoned railway station into an illegal casino. Along the way, they discover that theirs is not the only secret buried in the darkness.

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Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. then re-post this and spread the love.

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vivien529

1) Where and when did you start RPing?
I started RPing when I was in college, but had always hung out with RPers through high school. This was back in the day and age of dice and paper.

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Holiday Love Meme. :3

Okay I can do this. Five things make a post.

+ New headvoice and A Gothic Winter Tale plot is making me happy. I'm realising just how two dimensional the character was in canon, and he's taking on new and fascinating dimensions with every passing day. (Many thanks to

mercuriazs for giving up her OC Matt to that meat grinder.) He also makes me want to dig out all the Golden Dawn/Ceremonial Magic stuffs I have on my bookcase. I love making a pot of strong tea and wallowing in alchemical texts. It's sooooo esoteric.

+ I have done absolutely no xmas shopping. None whatsoever. I am xmas!Fail this year. I'm kinda freaking out about money, and having 1/3 less of a paycheck for all of December, and no one has mentioned to me whether I have a job passed 1/18, and yeah. Maybe I will buy you all a goat. Would you like that? Or a llama? Maybe I'll go wild and buy a water buffalo. That sounds awesome.

+ My skin is inexplicably clearing up. Peri-menopause, like puberty, in reverse. Might also explain the insomnia and the general sense of malaise. (I used to think malaise was a stronger version of mayonaise. Maybe made with mustard or something. /random)

+ I need both a new phone and a new laptop. Trackball on the Blackberry is dying a slow death. Video card on the laptop is as well. Did I mention I'm freaking out about spending any money right now? I would go insane without both phone and laptop. I mean, seriously, in-fucking-sane.

+ Soy chai lattes are one of the best things ever invented by human kind. Chai in general, but soy chai lattes specifically.

Also, I still owe people prompt fic. I have not forgotten.

for

austen
(who has been incredibly patient with me and my reticent headvoice. Thank you, babe.)

( Don/Joan, Wax & Wane )

[ from this meme, still open and not limited to the fandoms listed. throw me an idea, i'll see what i can do. ]

Bet you thought I forgot,

sotto_voice

( Abby/McGee, Indignant )

Give me a pairing and/or a prompt, and I will write you a one sentence ficlet.

nicked from

doihearawaltz

Current Location: homeward bound after dinner

Title/Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count:	Between the Lines (Family) Pete, Don Mad Men R (language) 220

"Pete." Runt. "Don." Asshole. "I expect we'll see you and Trudy at the big celebration?" Try not to drool on my shoes so much this time. "Yes, we wouldn't miss it for the world!" Not enough you have to win an award, but you have to make sure I'm there to eat shit off your shoes at the same time? "You going to break out the Charleston again?" Also known as the Look At Me Look At Me! dance? "Well, it's more suited to a garden party than a formal dance, but you know Trudy." You looked didn't you? Didn't you? "She always has an ace up her sleeve." "She sure is a firecracker, isn't she?" I wouldn't fuck her with your dick. "Yes, yes she is." And she's all mine, nancy boy. "But your Betty, man. She sure is a looker." Does she get pregnant just from you looking at her? "Yes, yes she is." You're not worthy to lick the shit off her shoes. "Trudy's looking forward to see you both again." Maybe you can get her pregnant just by looking at her. Get her off my back for awhile. "Well, we'll see you both there." Maybe she'll let you wear your balls for the occasion. "Yes, indeedy." Maybe she'll let me wear my balls for the occasion.

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