A winter exploration. SebaCiel gift fic, (kuro)A winter exploration. SebaCiel gift fic, (kuro)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A winter exploration.
in which Ciel tests Sebastian's limits
Ciel’s been out too long.
His wind-chilled cheeks have gone beyond rosy pink, and his lips glisten as he gingerly pouts. As he shakes his head, he licks his lips to moisten them, but he cannot clear his sullen expression, or the irritation from his mind.
From the shadow of the carriage, Sebastian watches his charge. He notices the earl’s impatience, and wonders how much of it is from...internal cues.
He’s been waiting for a box of fabric from the company supply room for entirely too long. As he thinks about the choice that lays ahead of him, he fidgets. When, he wonders, will Sanders come out?
He lifts his chin and clucks his tongue. “Hurry up with it already!”
Finally, the man comes out. He titters a little, more anxious that Ciel looks so chilled, and attempts to get the whole thing over with. He pushes a large box into Ciel’s unexpecting arms.
Ciel near falls over with the
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
TailoringThe Doctor and River go clothes shopping...Tailoring2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“What about this, Sweetie?”
The Doctor turned to see River holding up a coat. They were in an elegant futuristic men’s clothing salon. One thing both of them enjoyed was shopping for clothes.
He bounded over and plucked the coat out of her hands, it was a frock coat, simple, with long elegant lines. He started nodding, his hair flopping in his face.
It was jet black. He swirled it on. It swallowed him, draping down to his knees and past his fingertips. “It’s a bit big.” He took it off and held it up before him. “But it’s tweed, that’s the important thing.”
“I know, Sweetie,” River tugged on the cuff of his regular tweed jacket. “And your old one is getting a bit frayed.” He hadn’t even taken it off to try on the new coat.
“You know what would make this perfect?” He turned to her with bright eyes. “Purple!”
Her eyebrows shot
I Declare(River and the Doctor visit a world with unusual customs...)I Declare2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Do you have anything to declare, Madame?" the spaceport attendant asked.
"Only my husband," River said. The Doctor glared at her, looking sullen. A red lead was attached to a collar around his neck. It was playing hell with his bow tie.
The female attendant looked up. She looked the Doctor over dubiously. "Primary husband, or secondary?"
River bit down on a smile at the growling noise the Doctor made. The spaceport buzzed and squeaked and roared with talking voices and animals being shipped and the general hubbub of an agricultural port.
"Oh, Primary I should think." She could feel the Doctor glaring daggers into the back of her head. It's amazing her hair didn't catch fire.
The attendant studied the psychic paper and looked up, giving the Doctor a dismissive once over. "He's going to fry if you keep him covered up like that."
River, in a lightweight summer dress, arms gleaming with sweat from the broken down air cond
Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)"If you ever loved me, say it like you're going to come back." He came back.Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She was asleep. Like Sleeping Beauty in her glass casket, River lay on a golden bier, her hair curling around her head like a silky cloud, her face still.
The Doctor rubbed his hands together and made a happy “ooh” face. That means he got to kiss her awake. This was perfect.
He leaned over, then stopped. He just looked at her. She didn’t breathe, but she wasn’t pale. She was still that wonderful honey gold tone, her strong lovely body draped in a flowing white gown. His wife. His hearts beat doubletime, strange that they could here.
Her beautiful well-formed face, each feature alone unique in itself, her strong nose, her lush mouth, those long eyelashes, that stubborn jaw. Oh how he’d missed that stubborn jaw.
With his hearts beating like a freight train, he leaned down and kissed her, oh so softly.
She jerked up, her arm striking out. He dodged, reared back, windmill
Old Married CoupleAmy and Rory find the Doctor and River en deshabille in the library...Old Married Couple3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor's hair was mussed. River's skirt was hiked up her legs, and her dress draped down over one bare shoulder.
When Amy and Rory walked into the library, the Doctor was sitting in a chair reading a book, while River was sitting on the sofa opposite him, reading a manuscript.
"So," Amy said, looking at their disheveled appearance, the books knocked over on the table between them, and River's shoes flung in the corner. "What have you two been up to?"
The Doctor looked up from his book. He held it up. "Reading."
"Uh, huh," Amy said, looking at the Doctor's jacket lying over the back of the couch beside River and the Doctor's one shoe that was off lying in a heap of books beside the coffee table.
"Why, Amy?" River asked innocently, rolling her scroll higher. "What do you think we were doing?" River gave her mother a thoroughly limpid look.
Amy put her hands on her hips. "Oh, don't give me that look."
Nacho Man"Sweetie, I don't like to question your judgement but perhaps we should've gone to Epcot on Earth." The curly-haired woman in the red dress shouted over the shoulder of her fellow passenger, making sure to be heard above the din of the moped and the distant rumblings behind.Nacho Man4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Well, naturally, there were bound to be a few mistakes," the driver called back. "21st century original Epcot couldn't even get London right. It's all romanticy, idyllic concepts. Think of it as a sort of artist's impression of a country." He was a young man, in appearance only. Not human, which was hinted by his sense of fashion. He wore a calico coat above a shirt, jeans and braces; a bowtie; and a large, novelty top hat, emerald green in hue, jammed down over his ears.
"What sort of impression do you call this?" the woman yelled, as a falling lamppost missed them by a margin.
"How was I supposed to know they'd reconstruct Japan with its own genetically-engineered megafauna?"
"Oh I don't know. You could have run
Not Remotely ImportantThe old man still looked up at the sky. Every night, when he had the chance, he would wrap up warm and take a flask of hot tea out to the seat beside his telescope. It was an act of tribute now. He had long since let go of the idle fancy that he would ever see that man, that most wonderful man again. Sometimes it was a truly bitter memory, another friend lost to war, and how he hoped that the poor creature, that ancient blazing angel had been wrong. Perhaps he was out there somewhere, fully recovered, too embarrassed to return. Too afraid?Not Remotely Important4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Wilfred knew it was still dangerous. His granddaughter visited often, particularly when his bungalow was situated just around the corner from her comfortable family home. It was a miracle to see her so content since those miserable Christmases past, but she had found happiness. Her husband treated her well and the world was just bursting with opportunities for her now she had the freedom and time to consider. The distant expressions she showed
Intro to PropmakingIntro to Propmaking4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
FX School of Hard Knocks: Intro to the world of Propmaking.
OK a lot of nice people have written to me saying they want to learn how to do what I do and was wondering if I can share some secrets over NOTEs.
I don't want to seem like I'm blowing off you guys who are noobs to the Prop making but there are a few things you need to know before you waste money and time to find out this is not what you had in mind. So this is me giving you a basic picture of what it is like - in words.
First thing you guys need to know is "Prop Making" deals with making REAL LIFE PHYSICAL PROPS THAT ARE MADE WITH CHEMICALS AND A LOT OF MONEY COSTING MATERIALS THAT COULD BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. We make Real Things that can be seen and touched. We are not making drawings or concept art or some imaginary thing. So anything that is physical will need a lot of production time, creative skill, mental energy and a Whole Lotta materials!
Materials cost money:
- If you want to get into prop making, yo
Bring Your Husband to Work DayA four foot tall Tyrannosaurus Rex, with large comical floppy ears, ran past her dig. River leaned down and examined the pattern on the curve of fragile porcelain that a morning of patient brushing had unearthed.Bring Your Husband to Work Day3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor ran past her dig, waving his sonic screwdriver. She heard a distant, “Hah!” and the “whoomp!” of a tent crashing, and a lot of metal pots clanging to the ground.
“Oh no you don’t!” the Doctor’s voice echoed across the desert landscape as River selected a vibro-hammer and gently loosened the soil around her find.
She ducked as something toothy and grey leaped over her trench. The Doctor galloped by, accidentally slipping and sticking one foot down her trench wall before scrambling back up, “Oh you bugger!” he yelled and galloped on. She calmly shielded her work from the resulting shower of dirt, then went back to excavating.
She heard the door of the Tardis open and shut with a squeak and a slam. She consult
The Only Turtle in a Box of FrogsSometimes Rory felt like the only turtle in a box of frogs.The Only Turtle in a Box of Frogs3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
There was River, running around, being gorgeous and a genius, breaking out of prison, shooting aliens, dressing up, having a past/future/future/past relationship with a man never knowing if she loves him, is married to him, if she wants to kill him, or just thinks he's cute.
The theoretically cute man is a thousand year old alien in a bowtie and fez, running around breaking into prisons, not shooting aliens, (instead wiping out their worlds, or at least their arsenals) having a future/past/past/future relationship with his daughter, never knowing if he wants to strangle her out of irritation or crow to the world "Look, that's my wife!" Although Rory was pretty sure he thought she was hot. That, or he was a flaming idiot. Well, "penny in the air" as his daughter/best friend/secretly admired role model would say.
Then there was Amy, running around being Amy, mad, wild, brilliant, brave, scary, and generally
Why Is It So Hard? Chapter 1 (SebaCiel)Why Is It So Hard? Chapter 1 (SebaCiel)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sebastian, I like you! Please go out with me!"
Yeah, here it is again. I was already used to being confessed to by multitudes of girls. The only thing that bothered me was why. Why the the hell would they all want to go out with me?
"I'm sorry, Pola. I'm not interested."
She raised her head.
"How come?" she asked "I'm almost sure you don't have a girlfriend."
That was something new. Mostly when I rejected then, they'd say something like Sebastian, you idiot! or You're so cruel, Sebastian! but none of them asked why.
"That's true, Pola. But it doesn't mean I want to date someone based off of the first time I meet them."
"If this is the first time you've seen me, how come you know my name?"
Well, she was smart.
"You're Elizabeth's sister, are you not?"
She looked at me in disbelief.
"You know her?"
"Yes, in fact, I do," I answered. "Wasn't she the one that told you about me?"
"Se-Sebastian...y-you're so cruel..." Here we go again..."I HATE YOU!"
She ran off,
Green vs. BlueIt had been going on for months now. He wasn't even sure why he kept going back. The thrill of winning was addictive, but it was always cancelled out by the next failure. Every time he managed to get one point ahead, he vowed it would be the last time he would set foot in the paradox containment zone. Yet the Doctor's nagging sense of pride would get the better of him. Just one more triumph.Green vs. Blue4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
For the first time in days he had woken to find himself alone in the TARDIS without a single obligation. No distress signals, no messages on the psychic paper, no calls from anyone throughout Earth history. It should have been cause to celebrate, a chance to do absolutely anything in the universe one might do for leisure, but the infinite array of possibilities cancelled itself out and seemed boring. Besides, he'd done most of it before. Like a recurring itch he could feel the call of the game. No, no, no, no, no. He was absolutely not going to waste time on it a
I want a Hobbit HoleMy friends were discussing the other dayI want a Hobbit Hole7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What houses they will own
Some said theyd like a mansion
Some said a cottage for a home
One said shed opt for a canal boat
In which to rest her stressed-out soul
But they looked at me kinda funny...
Because I want a hobbit hole.
One thats buried in a grassy hill -
Well mown, with lots of flowers,
A separate place to grow the vegetables
And while away the hours -
One with a big round door
Painted green, like Bilbos at Bag End
And little porthole windows
And a flower bed to tend
A hobbit hole would suit me very well
Cuz Im as wide as I am tall
The kitchen is always very big
And the pantry never small.
The walls are clad in wooden panelling
And the ceilings are kept low -
Which would really help my self-esteem
Since I never seem to grow
CheckmateDisclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*Checkmate5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: Ciel was either to die by his own hands or by the hands of another, but Sebastian wasn't about to let that happen. Not when he had him so closely in his grasp.
Timeline: Anime/manga timeline.
Warnings: SebaCiel warning. Nothing horrible. I'm quite light on that stuff. Oh, but there is a lot of angst. Take note that if you don't watch Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler, this might be a bit confusing.
A/N: So, this is MUCH different then what I usually write, so take it easy on me. XD Also, sorry if this idea is boring. I tried. x.x
Ciel frowned at himself in the mi
Yavanna's lullabyBeloved children, you must sleepYavanna's lullaby4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a sleep dreamless and deep
The black night fell
Like evil spell,
But you will your strength keep
Darkness spread over the land
The Lamps that fell we cannot mend
With poisoned sting
Now Arda's Spring
Has ended, its time spent
Close your eyes and do not fear
To my heart you are most dear
When you wake
The night will break
Sky again will be clear
Rest under the wings of night
So you can wake in new light
A tree or weed
When land again is bright
Of solace sleeping in today was the essence,Of solace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking up the process of becoming singular
I want to end it
but I can't stop associating you with these images
: a season being flung onto the ocean, making a mess of color
there's an insect caught in my poetry,
trying to mend its broken wing
This PoemThis poemThis Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
AkallabethAkallabeth4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet such was the cunning of Sauron, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed, he bacame close to the councils of the king...And Sauron spoke to the king, saying that his strength was so great, he need not be subject to the ban of the Valar. Then the king harkened to Sauron...and in those days the fleets of the Numenoreans blackened the waters west of the land...and Sauron withdrew to the inmost circles of his dark temple. (Akallabêth, The Silmarillion)
Once he laughed,
In his dark hall-
The lord of all.
Twice he laughed,
For weak-willed men
Who fell, became
His servants then.
Thrice he laughed,
The shadows rang-
Though Doom upon
a thread should hang.
A final time
Would he have laughed?
But then Doom fell-
An iron shaft.
Seemed to frown
On Sauron Gorthaur,
He guessed not
The Valar's wrath,
Though long we walked
His Master's path...
Until the Void
Of Morgoth's crown
Claimed Sauron G
the beginninglike snake eyes in a casinothe beginning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we found each other
through the miracle of chance-
a muse like no other;
your thoughts rained on me
and i only wished that i transcribed into words
your beautiful mind.
you were my cure for literary apraxia;
like CPR for a crippled mind
you revived my reason to record
in words, what people like me
see, hear and feel in their everydays.
there was no beginning
that defined when you started
speaking through my pen as if possessed
by ghosts of famed reckoning-
i think that you were always there,
waiting to be realized
by the dice of fate.
House of the SnailCurled like a tadpole in the confines of the ball turret, he slips into his mind and enters the first nautilus ring of memory.House of the Snail4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sees a potting shed littered with terra cotta fragments, soft loam, and quietly rotting tomato vines. It is fall now, and the place hasn't been used for nearly a month, not that his mother was ever much of a gardener - she prefers the career of a socialite, and complains constantly about this heathen life in the country. His father yells whenever she embarks on a new tirade, and his mother drinks something out of a square-cut glass bottle that looks as though it were pilfered from Oz, and then everything is still again. For a while.
He watches himself enter the shed, gawky and fair. Tears have made a paisley pattern of sorts in the skim of blood on his pale cheek, and the skin about his eye looks like an oval of wet blotter paper rife with plum-colored ink. He purloins a splinter of stake from the tomato ruins, and in his rage and helplessness, ass
Courtship on Ward SixShe said, How do you do?Courtship on Ward Six5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And do you see the aliens too?
And he said,
But I do see snakes.
They slither through the rec room walls
And spawn in turgid bathroom stalls.
And she said,
The aliens do too.
Side by side, with matching trays,
They nibbled ham and mayonnaise,
And he said,
My plate is made of teeth.
Its lustre is the self-same white
It bites me when I take a bite.
And she said,
I've had that problem too.
In the closet, dark and sere,
They kissed beneath her veil of hair,
And he said,
I've lost my mind for you.
She sidled up against his chest
And placed his hand upon her breast,
And she said,
I've lost mine long since too.
Behind the Scenes"You seemed quite preoccupied last evening," Celeborn commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Was it something to do with the tavern? Anything you suggest to change?"Behind the Scenes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No, no, the tavern is fine They did a good job. It's just " Galadriel paused, joining him on the bed, leaning against his chest. "It's just that not much time is left, and I began to get a bit anxious," she admitted.
"Don't laugh at me. It's highly serious," she frowned.
"I know, dear, I know. I'm not laughing at you, just marveling. After so many years, after being a ruler for quite a while, you are still blushing when only I can see you. Why?" he asked, circling her with his arms, caressing her large belly.
She relaxed again, and smiling, put her hands over his. "It's simple. For everybody else I'm the perfect, invulnerable lady, princess of the house of Finwë You're the only one who sees my insecurities, with whom I don't have to wear a mask."
"But it's hard to l
love poemI love the way your eyes always shine,love poem9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love the way you wont let go,
I love the way you tell me you're mine,
I love the way it's easy to show,
That most of all, I just love you.
It's true, I love every inch of you,
I'll love you when it's hard to sleep,
When my thoughts are shades of blue,
I'll love you even when the blue skies weep,
And our garden burns around us.
I dont know what I would ever do,
If I made you ever cry,
I never want to ever hurt you,
I dont want this to ever die,
And I dont want you to ever frown.
I'm so weak when I am with you,
One look and your eyes paralyze,
I'm no one else when I'm around you,
I dont need a masking false disguise,
Because I trust you most of all.
Red and pink and white lined tradition,
Symbolize the greatest emotion,
Valentine's day is but a transition,
Another good way to show my devotion,
To you and us and even the blue,
Anything as long as It is with you.