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i told you i was trouble Jul. 30th, 2007 @ 10:33 pm
Marisa couldn't help being amused by the scene that had taken place in Snape's office earlier that evening. It was so rare to see him ruffled, and so easy to get his back up with even the slightest insinuation of agreeing with a student's position on things. Well, she supposed that wasn't entirely true, but it certainly had been in this case. She sat back in the most comfortable chair in Mundungus' office, waiting for him to return from wherever the hell he'd gone (probably the Hog's Head, the lush) in the hopes of eliciting a smoke, or a good drink, or perhaps both. Also, she wanted to know what he really thought about the journals, and what he would think when she said she was thinking of getting one herself.

Dec. 6th, 2005 @ 02:21 pm
The bar was, for lack of a more genteel word, frightening. The moon they'd stopped on was just big enough to afford Inara some business, but just small enough that the local color was still in force wherever you looked. Local color, which in this case meant local thugs, who filled the seats at the bar and the few tables around it and looked askance at the strangers in their midst. It was her own fault, she supposed, for meeting them here instead of going back to Serenity, but she didn't think she really merited the amount of attention she was getting from the people in the bar.

"How do I always end up in these places with you?" she hissed to Mal as another dirty old cowboy whistled in her direction, taking his arm and steering him away. "And why do you never warn me it's going to be like this before I show up?" Jayne glanced up from the pool shot he was about to take and cackled. "I didn't ask you," she said, going to stand next to Kaylee.

Oct. 24th, 2005 @ 07:32 pm
Bombay, India
12 March 1898
3:30 pm

The carriage pulls up to the front of the colourful house and Will has to jiggle the door handle twice before it actually clicks open. Sighing heavily, he clambers out, dragging a satchel behind him, and holds the door for Rose to do the same. Flicking the brim of his fedora with his finger, he wrinkles his nose at the shower of dust that falls from it, confirming the suspicion that if he shook his coat out he'd leave a sizeable pile of dirt behind. Occupational hazard, he thinks ruefully, glad he's trained himself not to remember that the filth coating both of them is actually the dust of centuries-old bones and blood. "After you, luv," he murmurs, shouldering the bag and gesturing for his wife to precede him.

Oct. 14th, 2005 @ 11:30 pm
ninesickles/larp shippy and friendshippy icons ahoy! they're all schoolage marauder types so i didn't do a flance one yet, b/c i didn't know who school-age fletcher should be, if he was still ioan or not... but i plan to do one as soon as i know... and more if i get requests for more.

clickity click click click and enjoy them. i had a lot of fun making them. :D as it says in the post, if there's anything you want that you don't see, let me know.


demeanor: dorky
soundtrack: the charlie brown christmas song, i shit you not.

Oooooh. Sep. 29th, 2005 @ 10:43 am
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i've been meaning to do this ever since steph posted it b/c i thought it was a really good idea, but i never had the spare ten minutes to think about what i wanted to make them of before. but here are some of those secret postcards.Collapse )

::rubs hands:: this could get out of hand rather quickly.
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Postcards, as inspired by muse_secretsCollapse )
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these were requested of specific people but if anyone feels like filling them i will love you always. so here they all are in one place and if everyone else wants to put theirs all together here we can start filling them. XD

all my drabble requests in one place!Collapse )
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so so so painfully late, for carly. merry late christmas!Collapse )
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merry christmas to the pwvw genre, with love from emily!Collapse )

don't ask me why my chaucer paper's not done. now you know. :)
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