Music is My Boyfriend!
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sparrow015Well, it is and isn't a Music is My Boyfriend writing post. lol I'm in the process of re-organizing my music, so I won't be posting a 1-54u8395738947389 for you. ;)
Instead, I'll be asking for prompts in: Bandom, The Magnificent Seven (tv show and atf[fandom based]), Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural and Skippy (Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas) pairing. Right now I am in Bandom mode, so those type of prompts are preferred, but I will write something for anything requested for the fandom's above. :) So pairings, a word, a colour even a pic to get the creative juices flowing.
Ex) Skippy, flowers
And please remember, no more than 5 requests per comment.
Have at it and have fun! :)
Instead, I'll be asking for prompts in: Bandom, The Magnificent Seven (tv show and atf[fandom based]), Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural and Skippy (Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas) pairing. Right now I am in Bandom mode, so those type of prompts are preferred, but I will write something for anything requested for the fandom's above. :) So pairings, a word, a colour even a pic to get the creative juices flowing.
Ex) Skippy, flowers
And please remember, no more than 5 requests per comment.
Have at it and have fun! :)
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Date: 2011-10-25 06:10 pm (UTC)skippy - blue
rory - starlight
river - nighttime
that should be enough to get you started :)
Exploding Potions
Date: 2011-10-26 02:19 am (UTC)Kevin squeaked as he was jostled in Mike's arm and then suddenly there was a soothing sound and fingers petting his head. He really couldn't understand Mike at the moment, what with his kitteness, but it's not like he meant to get turned into a kitten during Potions class.
He leaned into the touch, 'cause it was pretty awesome and Kevin thought he was kinda purring, but he didn't really care as long as Mike kept that up with his fingers.
~~~
Mike grumbled as he scratched Kevin's currently furry black head. Ever since he ran into the Hufflepuff, they seemed to keep bumping into one another.
Kevin had decided it was fate and they were meant to be friends. Mike wasn't sure what the kid saw in him. He was in Slytherin, already an automatic strike against him, grumpy (Bill's words, not his) and apparently his glare could stop a first year in it's tracks.
Not that it had stopped Kevin, at first. The more they got to know one another, the more Kevin decided Mike needed a friend.
Bill found it all adorable. Bill also walked around with an Ostrich beak for a week after that comment, but Mike decided Bill kinda-maybe had a point.
They'd been friends for three years now and they certainly got into some weird situations. Case point in being.
"Mrrr!" Kevin purred at him and batted at his fingers, claws in.
"Hey, stop that," Mike murmured and lightly tapped Kevin on the nose. "Not sure if you can understand me, but I'm getting you to the infirmary, Kev."
Kevin just gave him another cute look and headbutted Mike's fingers for more scritches.
Mike obliged and sighed at the same time.
When Kevin was human, he was going to give the thirteen year old a stern talking to about pushing classmates out of the way of exploding potions.
Re: Exploding Potions
Date: 2011-10-26 02:31 am (UTC)Re: Exploding Potions
Date: 2011-10-26 02:39 am (UTC)I needed crack and craziness and what better place for crack and craziness than Hogwarts? :D
Paint
Date: 2011-10-26 02:29 am (UTC)Mike blinked as he wiped away the blue paint covering his face and eyed Kevin who had the paint can in hand and a very surprised look on his face.
Glancing down, Mike could see Kevin had tripped over the paint supplies and that explained his current colour, but still, he was covered in blue paint.
"You look like a smurf!" Kevin nervously giggled out.
Glaring at Kevin, Mike crossed his arms which shifted the paint to slowly crawling down his front shirt. "The white painter pants were your idea."
Setting down the can, Kevin grabbed a ratty cloth from his back pocket and went to go wipe Mike's face.
Grinning evilly, Mike embraced Kevin tightly as soon as he was in range.
Kevin squeaked as the paint was squished onto him.
"MIKE!" Kevin protested as he wiggled in Mike's grip.
"Hey, all's fair in love and painting," Mike laughed as he scooped up some paint and dabbed it on Kevin's face.
"Evil," Kevin glared at him.
"And you're just learning this now?" Mike asked with an amused tone of voice and set Kevin down.
"Eeeevvvvil," Kevin said again but in a drawling tone.
Mike laughed and kissed Kevin on the lips.
Re: Paint
Date: 2011-10-26 02:33 am (UTC)Re: Paint
Date: 2011-10-26 02:39 am (UTC)Starry Night
Date: 2011-10-26 02:38 am (UTC)Sitting outside of his house, glass of beer on the small wooden table, Rory Williams, sometimes Rory Pond, looked up to the sky.
He wondered what kind of stars he had been to that he could see from here. Rory wrapped his plaid fleece blanket around him a bit tighter.
When he had been plastic and guarding the Pandoric, he'd often look to the sky and see nothing.
There were no stars, nothing. Not even starlight shining down.
And everyone in the world accepted the fact that there never had been stars. Everyone except him and little Amelia Pond as Rory had found out later from his wife.
Grabbing the beer off the table, Rory chugged about half of it down before setting it aside.
"Father."
Rory turned his head and smiled as River approached him.
"What are you doing?" She gently squeezed his shoulders.
He kissed her hand and then turned his attention back to the sky. "Oh, just gazing at the stars."
Wanderer Returning Home
Date: 2011-10-26 02:45 am (UTC)River Song, sometimes known as Melody Pond arrived on the street in a flash of light and smiled as she looked at the house. It was nighttime and the night always belong to her. Her and her Doctor.
She didn't mind the Storm Cage during the day as long as she got these quiet nights.
River made her way towards the house.
The lights were off and the curtains drawn, but she could make out the back porch lights on.
Her parents always left a light on for her, to guide her home.
Walking forward, she pushed past the small wooden door to the fence and eyed it. She really would have to talk to Mother and Father about updating their security, anyone could walk in here.
She paused just underneath the wooden canopy, strung with vines and small paper lanterns to see her father sitting at patio table and chair set out in the back and watching the sky.
She approached quietly and smiled as she said, "Father."
He turned around and smiled, pleased to see her.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she gently squeezed his shoulders, letting him know she was here. He kissed her hand and River basked in the contact and simple act.
"Oh, just gazing at the stars."
And she understood.
The stars were something that once shown, couldn't be ignored. They were all made of stardust and she said down beside him in the other chair.
Re: Wanderer Returning Home
Date: 2011-10-26 03:32 am (UTC)Re: Wanderer Returning Home
Date: 2011-10-26 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-04 04:59 am (UTC)And if you were, do you write Classic Doctor Who, or just the New Who?
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Date: 2011-12-04 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-04 05:52 am (UTC)So, was that a 'Yes, I write Classic', or 'No, only New'?
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Date: 2011-12-04 09:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-04 06:08 pm (UTC)