trick or treat!
Oct. 30th, 2013 11:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eve11A meme!
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.).
The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.).
The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
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Date: 2013-10-31 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-03 04:26 pm (UTC)And a page of some more designs here
ETA: And in icon form:
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Date: 2013-11-04 01:00 am (UTC)*snaggles the icon*
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Date: 2013-10-31 11:44 am (UTC)So trick or treat it is =)
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Amy answered the doorbell expecting to chase away another group of costumed kids, only to find a Southern Belle, hair done up for a gala, red rouge circles accenting high cheekbones and plum lips, her vermillion silk dress taking up the entirety of the front step. Hands clasped primly together, she batted her fake eyelashes.
Amy frowned. “Aren’t you too old for trick or treat?”
“Who cares about trick or treat?”Mels grinned and lifted her hoop skirt, revealing a cache of lavatory paper, spray paint and duct tape attached to the inner petticoats. “Come on, this is Mischief Night!”
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Date: 2013-11-03 07:00 pm (UTC)Taken and adapted/altered from this original from my post on the 16th.
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For creatures of instinct, magic obeys the laws of legends, history, and sacred spaces. And when forces align--just so--instinct becomes imperative. On All Hallows Eve, the owls converge on the barest sycamore in the Forbidden Forest, spiraling down to light on bone white branches above blood red leaves. Hedwig's talons touch, and the spell swells and cracks and bursts within her.
And just so, she forgets.
Tonight, she flies only to feel the air whistle through her feathers, to taste the night's sharp tang on her tongue, and to revel in the crunch of bones in her grasp.
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In their adventures, River always dresses to play the part. Sometimes he joins her, wheeling through the TARDIS wardrobe like a debonair demon, looking for just the right color waistcoat to complement River’s sash, or the fashionable cut for the era beyond the outer doors. Together, they are history’s chimera--a portrait of costumes, masks and makeup, painted into the legends of a thousand worlds.
Sometimes, he straightens his bow tie and offers her his arm, all rough tweed, braces and boots. He wears the same indecipherable smile, and as they dance through time, she holds on just as tightly.
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Date: 2013-11-05 11:36 am (UTC)Together, they are history’s chimera--a portrait of costumes, masks and makeup, painted into the legends of a thousand worlds. I want to frame that sentence.
This is wonderful; I love how the subject fits perfectly the format: like the minisode, their dates would always remain glimpsed. And the tone is just delightful, grandiose and full of jazz.
Thank you very much (And I'm sorry, I will tackle your treat soon ;))
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Date: 2013-11-03 07:54 pm (UTC)Here also is an icon for you:
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Date: 2013-11-02 01:23 am (UTC)*HUGS*
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Date: 2013-11-04 02:55 am (UTC)of crackficfor you:===========
"No," Rory said. "Just . . . no."
The Doctor’s face fell into a pout. "But fancy dress is cool."
"You do know 'fancy dress' doesn’t only mean . . . " Rory waved an all-encompassing hand at the Doctor, patent leather shoes up to tights, bustier, lace and frills. "Dresses."
"Really?" The Doctor winked at Amy, grinned and twirled. "Where’s your Halloween spirit?"
Amy hit Rory’s elbow. "You’re just put off because he’s strangely hot in that outfit."
The Doctor flicked his hair. Rory was too dry-mouthed to answer, but his ears turned an interesting shade of red.
"I’ll take that as a yes," Amy said.
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Date: 2013-11-04 03:02 am (UTC)OMG, how much do I love this?! THIS...is PERFECT. And just what I needed. Damn...I had no idea how much I needed this until you gifted it to me! Treat indeed!! Thank you, thank you!!
*Happy!Squishes!*
*reads again, squealing with delight!*
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Date: 2013-11-04 03:24 am (UTC)