to do today
Sep. 19th, 2005 07:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderr*write something, for the love of god
*mailing list
*work a bit on website
*clean up desk/study
Okay. Those are manageable goals.
Speaking of websites, have decided to start my lessons in css by creating a geniuses site. So you peeps give me stuff to put on it ^_~ Pretty please. I wonder if I could con Nepenth into making a picture for the main page, hmmm.
Frack I wish it wasn't Monday. Fame and fortune can't come soon enough *snort*
I am seriously in the mood for brotherslash >_> And sacrificey stories. Sam, I blame that one entirely on you. This will have to be pondered. After the other twenty bajillion things I'm supposed to have finished by now. And I still have SMP story to write. Where have my musese gone? They're all quiet and it scares me.
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*work a bit on website
*clean up desk/study
Okay. Those are manageable goals.
Speaking of websites, have decided to start my lessons in css by creating a geniuses site. So you peeps give me stuff to put on it ^_~ Pretty please. I wonder if I could con Nepenth into making a picture for the main page, hmmm.
Frack I wish it wasn't Monday. Fame and fortune can't come soon enough *snort*
I am seriously in the mood for brotherslash >_> And sacrificey stories. Sam, I blame that one entirely on you. This will have to be pondered. After the other twenty bajillion things I'm supposed to have finished by now. And I still have SMP story to write. Where have my musese gone? They're all quiet and it scares me.
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Date: 2005-09-19 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 04:41 pm (UTC)Heh. Feel free to email me and regale me with changes
since if you called you'd hear me laughing and neither of us wants thatsince it's hard for me to talk at work ^_^I want good old fashioned sacrifice to demon (never let Megan read badporn when she's bored...). Tied down with rope. And in true me fashion, snarky sacrifice and a lazy ass demon. Yeees, precious.
GIVE SEA MONSTER NOW.
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:44 pm (UTC)I hate you.
I'm working on Sea Monster! Let me get my thoughts together and I'll e-mail you what I've got. Maybe I can tweak it to be what you want. merg
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:47 pm (UTC)Um..I meant that's what I'll probably write when I get around to it. Crap, didn't mean to make your life more difficult. Wasn't trying to tell you what to write ^^;
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:50 pm (UTC)*whew*
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:52 pm (UTC)Sorry. It was obvious to *me* I was rambling about my own plans, I forget that doesn't mean its clear to the rest of the world >_>
^^;
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 05:04 pm (UTC)Heh. Somehow I don't think my premise would have worked well for your story. Your god doesn't strike me as quite like this:
"That looks uncomfortable," the man in a loose black shirt and breeches commented idly. "Why'd they tie you up?"
Naked and tied with rough rope to the stone altar, (Robin?) gaped at the stranger in disbelief - welll, as well as anyone could gape tied naked to a stone altar and barely able to turn his head. "I'm the sacrifice."
"Oh." The man blinked. "So why did they tie you up there? If I were a a sacrifice, I'd demand a nice chair, nice glass of wine."
Robin's gape was rapidly turning into a glare. "Who the hell are you?"
The stranger shrugged. "Just passing through to pick up a couple of things. Would you like some help getting down?"
"Sure, why not?"
***
Bwahahaha. I need to tweak that, it could be worth something. *grin* Thanks, you're helpig me write again.
Let's try this again...
Date: 2005-09-19 05:08 pm (UTC)haha! OMG, I only wish I'd thought of that. But alas, mine is slightly... angstier, I think. You need to do more with it. Like now.
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Date: 2005-09-19 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 04:41 pm (UTC)Behave, IMP.
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Date: 2005-09-20 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 04:42 pm (UTC)No, no. I want more smexy demon. You just keep those muses right where they are. Mine are hiding, I'll find them eventually.
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Date: 2005-09-19 03:28 pm (UTC)Evenings in Figaro were the best time of the day. The coolness of the night breeze met with the remnants of heat that still eminated from the desert sands, bathing one in a delightful mix that revived rather than oppressed or chilled.
Evenings were the time that Edgar liked most. Over were the tasks of the day, the trials that came with running a kingdom. Evenings, especially quiet ones when he had no official dinners or functions to attend and make nice, were the time that he used to reflect and watch the world go by and leave him in peace. This evening in particular, he always kept free. Not only because it was the last day of summer, but because it was special. It was the day that his father had passed, and the day that he had taken up the mantle of King. The day that a coin had shaped his whole life.
Sabin. His brother, always so active, so alive. He, more than Edgar, was like the desert of Figaro. Fiery, dangerous, and beautiful, his skin the same color as the sand, his eyes the bright blue of the noon sky, his smile as bright as the sun. Strong as the dragons that roamed the desert he was, and yet when he wrapped you in one of his bear hugs, you felt warm and sheltered. Always moving, always fighting, always ready to defend those weaker than himself, Sabin could win anyone's heart with his open smile. It had been hard to see him leave. It was always hard.
He often wondered as he went about his daily duties why he'd been so nice. He had long known Sabin's restlessness, his brother champing at the bit to be free, to do as he would and not be slave to the Empire. He had shared it as well, had longed for it. Playing idiot savant for the Emperor's toadies, bowing and scraping and showing a weak face made him long to scream and hang every single ambassador from the ramparts. But he loved Figaro and it's people too much to just abandon them to the cruel hand of their oppressor. And truth be told, he knew that he was more fit in these times to be ruler than Sabin. He knew he could keep his temper and do what needed to be done no matter how it galled him. It hurt to stay here, in this place where his father had died, poisoned by the Empire. It hurt to see his kingdom slowly shrink under the heavy rule of Emperor Gestahl. But it hurt him more to see his brother so agonized that he was willing to abandon his home and possibly his life. Better to see him walk from him with the king's blessing than run away with the kingdom's curses.
He climbed up the stairs to the tallest tower of the castle. He nodded to the guard who stood at the door to the roof. The guard bowed and headed back down the stairs. The castle knew that every year their king disappeared up those stairs and remained alone on the roof to reflect on his life and his kingdom. This was the one night he would be left in peace.
He pushed the door open and stepped out onto the flat roof of his castle, where the cool breeze greeted him, and a shadowy figure waited for him. He smiled and a smile as bright as the desert sun responded. He held his arms wide. "Sabin..." he had time to say before he was wrapped in strong arms and pulled against a hard, muscular chest. His head lifted and their lips met, each one's parting at the same moment, tongues greeting each other in a warm, familiar dance that left them both breathless.
And as he was pressed back against the sun-warmed stone wall, as their hands roamed each other's body, and before Edgar's mind completely shut down, he once again decided that for his brother, for Sabin, it was all worth it.
You wrote me Figaro slash!
Date: 2005-09-19 04:42 pm (UTC)My love for you is unending.
Re: You wrote me Figaro slash!
Date: 2005-09-19 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 05:05 pm (UTC)When I create it, I shall if I can (it may be you have to do it, I'll see).
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Date: 2005-09-19 05:11 pm (UTC)I am free on Saturday (Friday/Sunday I have things).
Let me know what day you are thinking of.
By the way, there is a movie coming out that I really want to see with your favorite LOTR Aragorn guy (Viggo Morten-something?). A History of Violence.
Perhaps if you are free on Saturday, you might like to do a double feature?
Okay, bye!
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Date: 2005-09-19 05:31 pm (UTC)Drat. I think we were going to go Friday night, b/c we've got an ikon picnic thing on Saturday. But let me double check with Sarah and I'll get back to you.
What is History of Violence about?
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Date: 2005-09-19 05:48 pm (UTC)David Cronenburg is the director and is known for making disturbingly traumatizing movies. This movie lacks his trademark weirdness; however, all reviews of it have been glowing. Saying things like, "Within just the first two scenes, this movie has created a seething ball of dread in you."