14 April 2012 @ 08:14 pm
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rosebfischer[personal profile] rosebfischer on April 15th, 2012 07:06 pm (UTC)
Fandom: original
Any other info: This snip doesn't contain adult content but I'm linking back to my journal for my own convenience as this is an original and I want to keep track to where it is on the net. I'm very bad at picking things like this out of context.

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<Insert Name Here>: Amanda Tapping: Hair[personal profile] sheikah on April 15th, 2012 11:17 pm (UTC)
Fandom: Sanctuary
Any other info: AU, considering Ashley's alive and there's no Sanctuary as we know it.

Ashley’s a jack of all trades now, more or less, and the bread and butter of a PI business is divorces. Husbands and wives aren’t always the kind of people who need to be married to each other, after all, and Ashley doesn’t have a hell of a lot of faith in the institution of marriage anyway. Her own parents, for example, had been one domestic violence charge after another and Ashley has pretty much decided to 86 the idea of long term commitment with anything other than her cat and her HBO subscription.

She’s parked outside a hotel, the seedy kind where you pay an hourly rate instead of a nightly one, trying to snap pictures of a city councilman with his (male) lover. Ashley personally thinks if the guy’s gay, it’s nobody’s business, but apparently this kind of shit is huge scandal in the realm of politics. It pays, anyway, and she doesn’t really bring her personal morals into it all that often. In that way, she’s more like her dad than her mom.

Her dad, whom she hasn’t seen in years now. The bad thing about PI work is that it’s a lot of long hours in nondescript sedans with nothing but the shutter of the camera and your own thoughts to keep you company. Ashley isn’t really fond of slowing down and smelling the roses and being in one place for too long makes her twitch; what’s worse is being alone and thinking.
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Ashtoreth Eldritch: gwynne & reeve[personal profile] ashtoreth on April 16th, 2012 11:34 pm (UTC)
Fandom: Cthulu Mythos
Any other info: n/a
"You do flatter me, F.N~, as does F.D~, for I cannot imagine what situation could arise that would have you ill-prepared to cope with it." I tried to be as courteously diplomatic as I could be. For all that I spoke true about N~'s capabilities, they were more within the realms of the intellectual and less within the realms of practical experience.

N~ laughed genially once more, his good humour lighting both his face and demeanour, as he took my hands in his. "Bless you, S.E~, you certainly know how to make an old man feel better about himself. I am afraid, however," he released my hands, "that whilst I could discuss the merits of the Septenary of Aphorisms from the Arbatel De Magia Veterum in my sleep, I am quite hopeless in discussing matters of Low Magic; more specifically, the removal of a curse."

"A curse?" I could not contain my astonishment for it is a rare thing to hear of curses being believed in by members of the literate classes in this day and age.
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wynkat: Clan of Spirit Eagle[personal profile] wynkat on April 18th, 2012 10:20 pm (UTC)
Fandom- original (Vikings woot!)
Info: the history is mostly accurate, to a point, I'm a research junkie, but then it wanders off into the "What if?" territory of magic and Gods.


The boy said no word, simply stood on the stones above them, stiff and straight as the pines around him, more quiet than the wind. The only sound, the crashing of the waves on the rocks behind them.

Then, as the fog melted, they heard a shriek. A shadow blacked out the sun and wings the size of a dragon seem to cover the land. Later they would laugh amongst themselves to have been so afraid. It was no dragon, but the largest bird they had ever seen, come spiraling out of the sky to circle around the boy and land upon his outstretch arm. The boy hardly bent under the great birds weight, just a dip of his arm as the beasts talons flexed and gripped along the hide he wore to his wrist. The bird stretched out its dark brown wings, reaching for a massive distance past the boy’s chest, shook its snow white head, then folded its wings back along its body, hopped up to the boy’s shoulder and settled into place as though it had never lived anywhere else.

Kolli and the others stood and stared. Never had they seen bird or beast to match that which sat regarding them now. Its thickly feathered legs and vicious looking talons reminded Kolli of the eagles he had grown up watching fish along the cold shores at home. Yet this eagle, with its white feathered head, was easily half again as large as those beautiful creatures. And the cunning intelligence in those dark eyes was unnerving.

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