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taken from [livejournal.com profile] anamuan

The first person however many people to respond to this entry with a prompt (fandom options:
Band of Brothers | The Good Wife | Harry Potter | Inception | STXI RPF)
gets a little off-the-cuff fic. The rest of you creaters out there post the
same thing in your journals (artists, do an art-fill and pass it on :D),
and we can make this day a little more livable.

Date: 2011-11-18 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anamuan.livejournal.com
Harry Potter -- idek what pairings you write, but i want them -- not like ash from fire

Date: 2011-11-18 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
I write Percy/Oliver mostly, but I'll do any pairing! what's your main ship? :D

Date: 2011-11-18 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anamuan.livejournal.com
i haven't got one! i was never in harry potter fandom. err, i've read some harry/draco. percy/oliver is good!

Date: 2011-11-18 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
Percy reaches out and rubs his thumb across Oliver's cheek. Oliver exhales slowly and leans into it, and he's so, so tired. He doesn't say anything and neither does Percy, and when he closes his eyes, the fires in the Forbidden Forest burn bright in his mind.

"God," he chokes out, and his tears sting, bitter and sorrowful. Percy hesitates, then steps closer and wraps himself around Oliver, burying his face in Oliver's neck.

"It's over," Percy whispers in his ear, his voice choked and rough. "It's over," he says. "It's the end."

Date: 2011-11-18 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anamuan.livejournal.com
oh, oh, this is lovely. this is like, the point of writing.

Date: 2011-11-18 05:27 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-18 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-reveals.livejournal.com

STXI RPF


prompt is: playing footsie

Date: 2011-11-18 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
man, i'll write anyone. WHAT PAIRING DO YOU WANT EM

Date: 2011-11-18 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-reveals.livejournal.com
captain fine with anyone! whoever you're feeling.

Date: 2011-11-18 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
In the dim light, Anton has to squint to see the faces around him. There's a glass of wine in front of him, courtesy of someone--he's not sure who, no one really bothers to remind him he isn't quite of age, yet--and there's an arm thrown lazily across the back of his chair. It's Karl's probably, the man's delighted rasp of a voice curls around him like the smoke of the cigarette he's currently holding; on his other side, Zoe is leaning across the table, listening intently as Zach tells her about his current projects.

He's sleepy and full, and JJ's backyard stretches for what seems like miles, surrounded by the late spring air of Los Angeles. He lets the conversations wash over him, as he mulls over the fact that he has just finished what may become his most successful movie to date. It makes his heart pound; he's just barely twenty and some months, and yet--and yet--

Someone nudges his leg, and Anton snaps back into the moment. "Yeah?" he says, smirking lazily when Chris grins at him from across the table.

"Can't believe we just did that," Chris says, and it probably comes out more lewd than it should have because Anton feels his ears flush. (He blames it on the wine.)

"Seriously," Anton says, toying with his glass. He laughs a little, mostly to himself, and he feels another nudge against his foot. He raises his eyes questioningly, but Chris isn't looking at him anymore, is instead talking to Zach about the merits of referencing Voltaire in modern film. Anton tries to pull his feet back, but Chris' follow, brushing gently against his leg, until Anton finally gives up and starts nudging back.

He takes a long, slow drink and watches as Chris' eyes crinkle with laughter.

Date: 2011-11-18 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] night-reveals.livejournal.com
oh my god, vivi. this is perfect <3 thank you so much. <3

<3 <3 <3

Date: 2011-11-18 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
you are so welcome! :> it's been a really long time since I've written any Chis/Anton XD

Date: 2011-11-18 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayanara.livejournal.com
Heeee! ^____^ INCEPTION.

Prompt: 25th anniversary.

Date: 2011-11-18 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
Eames doesn't remember what they did for their tenth or the fifteenth or the twentieth for that matter. It just seems like whenever he stops and notices how much time has passed, it seems pointless to bring it up. He tells himself he's just too busy, and they haven't spent that much time together anyway, so it doesn't count. Later, he starts telling himself it's because they're just too busy--life after dreamshare isn't all Home Depot and IKEA catalogs. There's finding legal work, getting settled into civilian life, getting settled into routine.

They have dinner every Wednesday in a small, secreted place, and he's noticed there are more lines in Arthur's face now, more gray in his hair. His suits are as neatly pressed as ever, and his eyes still sharp and constantly vigilant. He's eased on the hair gel, and he isn't quite so harried anymore. Eames rather likes that.

Date: 2011-11-18 08:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayanara.livejournal.com
*___*

It's lovely. Thank you! <3

Date: 2011-11-18 08:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
you're welcome! <3 <3

Date: 2011-11-18 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squirtblossom.livejournal.com
inception!airmen :>




just leaving that there. for later, when i have started watching tgw. hi ily ♥!

Date: 2011-11-18 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anne-jumps.livejournal.com
Moar!Inception >_>

Date: 2011-11-18 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
haha, well okay, but I need a prompt! :>

Date: 2011-11-18 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anne-jumps.livejournal.com
I had just woken up when I commented >____>

Okay, a choice:

Arthur/Eames.

Either Arthur has an extensive collection of Victorian erotica

or

this NSFW image: http://pics.livejournal.com/eamesie/pic/000whr76

Hell, maybe both, IDEK. :D

Date: 2011-11-18 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eva667.livejournal.com
ARTHUR/EAMES

Prompt - saying sorry, tears
Edited Date: 2011-11-18 05:40 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-19 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
"Jesus Christ," hisses Arthur, lowering his gun, squinting into the darkness. "Who the fuck are you?"

Eames clutches at his face, eyes watering in pain, but remains very, very still. "I think you broke my nose," he offers in a whisper. He feels blood pooling in his mouth, so he swallows.

"Oh," says Arthur, and he must decide Eames isn't the enemy because he lowers his gun. (Or maybe not, because he doesn't flip the safety and it's pointed right at Eames' crotch.) "Sorry."

"You don't sound very sorry," Eames says.

Arthur squints at him again. "No, you're right," he says flatly. "I'm not."

Date: 2011-11-19 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eva667.livejournal.com
Very cool, thank you so much :-)

Date: 2011-11-20 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phenylic.livejournal.com
you're welcome! thanks for playing :D

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