(OOC: I hope it's okay to start with an old prompt, just to get into the game, as it were. Folks, meet Ira.)

9.06: Ten things you love about your significant other or best friend.

1. [locked]we're both telepathic[/locked];
2. he's amazingly, brilliantly intelligent, possibly probably more so than me;
3. he protects me, and i don't even mind;
4. he puts up with my insecurities and idiosyncrasies;
5. he supports me, both with my academic ambitions and in my personal life;
6. he doesn't mind me hanging around at his place near-constantly, even though we haven't been going out for all that long;
7. he knows something about just about everything;
8. he's warm and friendly and cares about me more than anyone else ever has, i think;
9. he doesn't mind me showing up unannounced at his place, letting myself in and curling up on the sofa for no apparent reason other than i like being near him, even when he's not there (that being said, i do tend to tidy up and sometimes make dinner to make up for the whole take-me-when-i-land deal);
10. he's beautiful. (i'm not shallow, not really, but... well, he is to me. i think he's stunning. and i love him.)

...sometimes i worry i fall too hard, too fast.

(OOC: Hey! New player here. If there's somewhere to make a formal introduction, please do let me know and I'll be happy to trot across there. In the meantime, I (as mun) and Ira (IC) both welcome comments and queries, RP responses and so on -- we have a pretty anything-goes attitude. Feel free to say hi on his journal, too.)

Info:
Muse: Ira Quinton
Fandom: Original world/character

I wish it could last. This peace, this lull of violence, takes some getting used to, but after a while it starts to feel nice. Like maybe it could stretch forever, and I could go on with my life.

I've started to notice things I never had the chance to before. Like the way Ethan's hand dances out to brush against mine, sending jolts of electricity up my spine, before fluttering back to cradle the huge book he holds. Or the way his smile slices through the early morning fog like a shot of espresso straight into my veins, forcing me to smile back. Even the way he hums as he takes a shower, just loud enough to be heard if trying, but quiet enough to let the others sleep undisturbed. And how I find myself with one ear pressed against the door, sifting through the sounds of running water and riotous snoring.

I want to cross the gap, to smear the line between friend and boyfriend, but I know this peace can't last, and I'm afraid that things might go back to before. Quick glances that don't say nearly enough, and the small kindness of coffee in the morning and the South Park I forgot to tape waiting on TiVo. And if I discover something more with him, I don't think I could live with anything less.

If only this could last.

Words: 233
Muse: Yiruma's "Love Me"
Fandom: Original Character

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU&RP-based

I feel peace when I hold her in my arms. Serafina. Our little angel.
I remember the day that she was born. Her first smile. Her first steps. The first time she called me “Daddy”.
In her eyes, I’m a good person that she loves to pieces – just like she loves John, Amanda and her big brother. She doesn’t know as yet who I really am –or was...
Some day, when she grows up, I will have to tell her the whole truth about myself.
My life has changed irrevocably, but my twisted past and all the wrong things I’ve done are part of me. She has to know it.
I shudder at the very thought of what will happen when she learns the truth. It may drive us apart. Perhaps, she will be deeply disappointed, and will eventually turn her back on me. I hope she won’t, after all. I do hope she will be able to forgive and understand.

Some day in the future I’ll tell her everything. Now, I just cherish the feeling of peace and the sheer joy she gives me.

Words: 185
Fandom: Saw
Muse: Zep Hindle

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.

Looking at pictures of space makes me think very deeply, about a lot of things.

For one, I think about how vast and amazing the universe is. And how we human beings know so very little about it, though scientists and other interested parties do all they can to learn. So many of us don’t appreciate the wonders of our world, whether they’re here on earth or out there in the cosmos. It’s something that every man, woman or child should be grateful to be a tiny part of, however.

And I also think about the stars, and how they relate to the Lovecraft stories that Zep and I like to read together. The texts, particularly “The Call of Cthulhu”, say that when the stars are right, the Great Old Ones will return. Cthulhu shall rise from his slumbers beneath the ocean and claim the earth for his own once more…

Some may say that’s a strange choice of reading matter for me. But Zep has taught me appreciation of it.

I still have much to learn.

Words: 177
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw

18.1 - If you were given a box with a button to push, and offered a large sum of money the price someone you don't know dies, would you push the button? (yes inspired by the movie The Box)

18.2 - ( Meatloaf - Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are )

18.3 - Peace.

18.4 - "Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value." - Albert Einstein

18.5 - Picture Prompt: Space

18.6 - Ten things you have in common with your worst enemy.

18.7 - RP Prompt: Trapped in a pocket of time. You can't get out, and you can have one person you want with you to appear.

15.1 - If you knew tomorrow you'd die, what would you do until then?


Muse: Melanie Stryder
Fandom: The Host
Words: 382

17.1 What Stays The Same?



Muse: Jo Harvelle
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 326

"As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality." - Albert Einstein

( prompt 17.4 )
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Muse: Max Sandulf
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 178

17.3 - Frustration


Muse: Lou McCloud
Fandom: The Young Riders
Words: 430

17.1 - What stays the same?


Muse: Tadashi Visigoth
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 204

Claire walked into the bathroom, or the 'loo' as the Billy Idol vampire called it, and locked the door behind her.  She didn't care if anyone else needed to get into the small room to use one of the toilets because she had a mission in mind now.  She had her mind set on it even before she got to the hospital and the fact that Hank asked her to do it only makes her more determined.

When Cain let himself out of one of the stalls, he blinked at the sight of the petite blond waiting for him.  "What the fuck do you want?"  He growled at her, even if he knew.

"You're not putting me off any longer, Cain Callahan.  I've waited long enough and Hank has had everything that you asked for her to have.  So now we're going to fix your hand."  Claire informed him in firm tones as she reached into her inside pocket, pulling out a packaged needle.

( ....... )


[fear_noevil  used with love and permission]

NOTE: Sal is we_standalone and is used with love and knowledge of his mun.

“I hate men.” Channing spat the second the door opened.

“Course…so naturally, you haul ass to Testosterone Central.”

“Eat me.” She snarled, stalking straight past Sal and into the rundown house he shared with his bandmates. The ramshackle two story abode just off the Strip was a rental procured by their guitarist, Mays Ryder, shortly after Control Freak had taken off. Their initial rise had caused some pressure and undue tension, and the well worn home shared by all four men gave them enough anonymity to preserve their sanity.

“See? Knew you’d change yer mind ‘bout me…”

( ..... )

Muse: Channing Vale
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 766

{tell me your hopes and dreams...}

Mun Note: This list is AU and RP-based.

Since I have two lovers, I will list 5 things I have in common with Amanda and five with Zep.



( Cut for length )

Words: 269
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw

NOTE: Dr. Eric Michaels is mine to use and abuse. its_notluck is mentioned with permission and love. Follows this piece.

“You’re not supposed to have that, you’re not on this case.”

Cain turned away from the lightboard in the X-ray viewing room, where his daughter’s ultrasound hung. “Gonna take it from me?”

Dr. Eric Michaels chuckled as he straightened and moved in to join him. “Not likely…I’ve heard the rumors. Seen ‘em in action enough, too.”

Snorting, Cain turned back to the ultrasound. “I did my stint in obstetrics when I went to school, been brushing up for the delivery, too…but you know what I’m lookin’ at better ‘n I do.” He paused, his jaw tightening as he tried not to look at the OB-GYN at his side. “She’s…okay, right?”

( ..... )

Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 407

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As horrible as it was, Gabriel had always hoped that his mother would fall ill before she died. If she fell ill, he would have time to prepare what was inevitably going to come. He would be able to time it, to say good bye to her properly. To tell her that despite the argument they had had, and the times where they had disagreed, that he was still thankful for her, and for everything she had done for him throughout his life time. She was his mother after all, and a mother’s love is always there, no matter what might be said. But another reason he had wanted for her to fall ill was so that he could prepare himself for the significance of the loss.

( His father had left without warning when he was 5. )

[This is an open to all RP, and not binding to any verse or anything like that. I just figured I'd have a go at an RP prompt for once. :'D]

17.1 - What stays the same?

17.2 - ( Drowning Pool - Bodies )

17.3 - Frustration

17.4 - "As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality." - Albert Einstein

17.5 - Picture Prompt: Field

17.6 - Ten things you have in common with the one you love.

17.7 - RP Prompt: Death.

Also those who know and love sixwordstories may enjoy tenwordstories and 13wordstories. Pass it along to your friends.

NOTE: Aaron is lookoutearth and is used without permission, but lots and lots of tender loving care.

Even in the air conditioned terminal, the oppressive heat beat down through the exposed windows with a promise of sweat and slow movement to all who dared step outside its sanctuary. The desert was unforgiving in the heart of summer, making up for weeks of unseasonably cool weather.

Inside the airport, heat of another kind was building as Anne strolled through the crowd, nostrils flared and eyes alert as she scanned the building for some trace of him. She knew he was there, could feel it like a phantom breath on the back of her neck, but the heat magnified every scent and the saving AC blew scents every which way, recirculating the air until it became too rich with smells, tainted by the scent of Freon and too much electricity.

She saw him before she smelled him, seated at a table with a coffee and a newspaper. The break in the crowd was just long enough for her to see him bring the cup to his lips and slow to a stop midway. His neck flushed with the same heat as he found her, as his head lifted and tipped back just a touch too far.

( He was sniffing the air. He was looking for her. )

Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 477

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