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everyday i change my name
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| debts |
[Jan. 18th, 2005|07:44 pm] |
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| | 3 Doors Down -- Kryptonite | ] |
X-Men. Not smut. Storm, Black Panther. Cut.
( debts ) |
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| with some prompting |
[Jan. 14th, 2005|10:01 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | having written | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 3 Doors Down -- Let Me Go | ] |
Challenge: Trio Prompts
Characters: Chamber || Pyro || Stacy X
Universe: Comic
Rating: Mostly worksafe, possible slash implications, prostitutes (x 2), swearing
Words: 100 each
Xpost: x-men100
( tea bag, kaleidoscope, refresh )
( false eyelashes, an alley, stumble )
( red handbag, vanishing, weeping ) |
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| draw |
[Jan. 12th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
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| | Three Days Grace -- Wake Up | ] |
X-Men: Wolverine, Rogue, Viper.
Written with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ballroomblitz.
Xpost: wolverinerogue
Not smut. Cut.
( draw ) |
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| with a little prompting |
[Jan. 9th, 2005|12:00 am] |
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| | Green Day - Give Me Novocaine | ] |
Challenge: X-Men 100-Words Prompts
Xpost: x_men100
( Iceman +1 (coffee cup, zippo lighter, notebook) )
( Wolfsbane + 1 (a rose garden, distant barking, broken shoelace) )
( Shaman, Vindicator, Guardian (fingertips, scissors, patch pockets) )
( Storm, Callisto, Morlocks (sunrise, narcotic, brilliance) )
( Storm +1 (rain on windowpane, a ticket stub, socks with holes) )
( Gambit, Rogue, Wolverine (a slamming door, pins, sneaking) ) |
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| Scream |
[Jan. 6th, 2004|07:49 pm] |
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| | Chemical Brothers - In Dust We Trust | ] |
Not smut. Cut. X-Men.
( scream ) |
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| The Dark is Rising, Christmas 2003 |
[Dec. 27th, 2003|03:11 pm] |
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| | Wynton Marsalis, "We Three Kings" | ] |
A companion piece to the story found here, it doesn't really require that you know that Barney Drew and James Stanton have been together nearly a year or anything else about there relationship, save that James is the most important person in Barney's life.
Dedicated to ashkitty, who made a great game that spurred on my love of The Dark is Rising, and folk, my Evil Twin to whom James belongs and without whom this story would never have been written.
( Perfect Light )
Comments, criticisms, and concussive blows to the head are, as always, quite welcome. |
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| Shotgun |
[May. 26th, 2003|12:42 am] |
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| | Melissa Ferrick - When You Left | ] |
Okay, it's not smut this time. Still, a cut tag. X-Men.
( shotgun ) |
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| Morph |
[May. 25th, 2003|10:07 pm] |
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| | having written | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Melissa Ferrick - Faking | ] |
Cut for still /more/ smut of the X-Men variety.
( morph ) |
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| the water burns |
[May. 24th, 2003|01:53 am] |
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| | cake - stickshifts and safetybelts | ] |
Cut for smut of the X-Men variety, again.
( the water burns ) |
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| fahrenheit 451 |
[Mar. 19th, 2003|03:10 pm] |
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| | Ella & Louis - Stars Fell On Alabama | ] |
Michael was an origami gandhi, his sharply-folded paper principles crumpling under the pressure of popular opinion. They curled in at the edges and blackened with the heat of public scrutiny and scorn, until he was finally left with only ashes from which to mould his morality into something the fickle populace would appreciate. |
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| Alone |
[Mar. 9th, 2003|08:26 pm] |
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| | Ben Folds Five - Narcolepsy | ] |
Kneeling before the altar, he feels a cold draft caress him and chills crawl down his spine as he prays. Worship has become a meaningless, but comforting practice, in these days of harsh reality. He turns to see who has interrupted his moment of peace and finds himself alone.
Alone, as he should be, in a place of empty ritual and dead gods. The breeze flutters the pages of the Bible atop the altar and he shivers again, glancing round nervously. Still, no one is there and he finds himself wishing that he believed, so that he would not feel so alone in this empty room. |
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| Deep |
[Feb. 18th, 2003|12:51 pm] |
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| | having written | ] |
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| | Bob Dylan - Hallelujah | ] |
He was tall and thin and everything she could've wanted. He had dark hair and a low, sexy voice laced with the crisp enunciation of an authentic British accent. He was handsome and popular and had green eyes deep enough for drowning.
Deep down, she knew he didn't want her. She could see it in his eyes and in his smooth, sloping script as he wrote eighty-eight love letters, hello and goodbye, to forty-four women he'd once loved.
He nibbled on her fingertips and ruffled her hair and she fell off a cliff, six feet deep in love. |
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