?

Log in

HALLOWEEN MEME

« previous entry | next entry »
Oct. 31st, 2011 | 11:27 am

Taken from dremiel

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 song, 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!

(Since all the stores in my town are closed and I cannot stuff myself with fun-sized goodies, distract me by letting me give you things.)
Tags:

Link | kingfisher, cast your fly | Share

Comments {29}

Dremiel

(no subject)

from: dremiel
date: Oct. 31st, 2011 03:37 pm (UTC)
Link

TRICK OR TREAT! <3

Reply | Thread

adie

(no subject)

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 01:34 am (UTC)
Link

Give me any word/subject/kink you want to see and I will write you a Halloween ficlet! <3

Reply | Parent | Thread

Dremiel

(no subject)

from: dremiel
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
Link

Ooooh.

Arthur and Eames and a campfire. Whatever circumstances (and rating) that you like!

Thank you!

Reply | Parent | Thread

EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: anonymous
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:48 am (UTC)
Link

Materials needed:
One bucket of water
Rocks
Tinder (tiny twigs)
Kindling (larger twigs)
One medium-sized Arthur

1. Clear all debris from the area.

2. Gather sizable rocks to make a ring to contain the fire. For added fun, shine your flashlight on Arthur's bum while he's bending over, and flick it off quickly just before he turns around. When he asks why you're just standing around and not helping, tell him that a) this forest doesn't carry your brand of rocks b) "gathering rocks" means something quite different in England and you're terribly sorry for the cross-cultural misunderstanding c) Nothing. Run.

3. If you don't have an Arthur, I recommend that you try to acquire a passable substitute. Arthurs, like shoes and chocolate, are the sort of thing one should never skimp on. They might be a bit pricey, but consider it an investment.

4. Gather wood. You will need four different kinds of wood. The kinds you put in the fire are called tinder, kindling, and fuel.

5. Begin by throwing a couple of handfuls of tinder into the ring. Tell Arthur about the time you summoned a demon by performing a ritual with fire; suggest subtly that you might not have got completely rid of it. (His name is Boboliel. He has the body of a goat and the head of a decorative cactus, the sort with the pink balls, and he gets his power from feeding on the sexual energy of pretty thirty-something American blokes with brown eyes and huge shoe closets and every Yes album on vinyl.)

6. Arthur is completely rational and will definitely not be terrified.

7. Just like he wasn't terrified when you watched "Gremlins" and afterward he crawled into your bed clutching his gun and buried his face in your chest whispering "I know it's ridiculous, I just feel like they're out there."

(Tbctd)

Reply | Parent | Thread

Dremiel

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: dremiel
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:56 am (UTC)
Link

EEEEEeeeeee!

FOUR KINDS OF WOOD!!!

SHOES. CHOCOLATE. ARTHURS!

YES! ON VINYL! (Owner of a Lonely Heart...NOT)

GREMLINS!!!


I adore your naughty, naughty Eames.

Thank you so much!!! And the TBCTD is happy-making, indeed!!!!

Reply | Parent | Thread

adie

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:58 am (UTC)
Link

8. Dear God, Yes is terrible.

9. Strike a match and ignite the tinder. Ignore Arthur's Smokey the Bear jokes.

10. Especially ignore him when the jokes begin to turn into sexual innuendos about your chest hair and/or the size of your arms/penis

11. Blow softly at the base of the fire.

12. No, the fire.

13. Perverts.

14. Add kindling when tinder has begun to burn.

15. Add fuel in shape of either crisscross or tepee. Fight with Arthur over best shape. WARNING: he will throw all sorts of statistics and engineering principles at you. Pretend to listen while building a tiny replica of The Little House on the Prairie out of twigs.

16. Blame a month of mono and Arthur's childhood nostalgia for that one.

17. Congratulations! If you have not yet been eaten by bears/shot in the groin by SOMEBODY'S (not naming names) makeshift bow and arrow/gagged and tied to a tree, you now have yourself a campfire. You can warm your hands, cook your food. You may notice that Arthur has a warm, friendly glow. (It's just a trick of the light, but enjoy it while it lasts.) It's now time to celebrate.

18. I don't think I need to tell you how to do that.

19. Mmmm. Oh God, that's--don't stop. Oh. Yes.

20. Yes.

21. FUCK.

22. Yes.

Edited at 2011-11-01 04:02 am (UTC)

Reply | Parent | Thread

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: anonymous
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 04:19 am (UTC)
Link

FUCK ! YES!

Blow where, again?

WHY do you say you can't write ficlets? You ROCK THEM!!!

Reply | Parent | Thread

adie

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:13 pm (UTC)
Link

<3 I love you, anon. Thank you!

Reply | Parent | Thread

Dremiel

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: dremiel
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 10:38 pm (UTC)
Link

Waves! Hi, that was me (didn't know i was anon). I <3 you, too!

Reply | Parent | Thread

the_ragnarok_d

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: the_ragnarok_d
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
Link

this is hilarious. (It's just a trick of the light, but enjoy it while it lasts.) BWAHAHAH. <3

Reply | Parent | Thread

adie

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:15 pm (UTC)
Link

Thanks!!

Reply | Parent | Thread

Unrequited Narcissist

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: bottledminx
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 10:28 pm (UTC)
Link

My god. This is astounding. HOW SO AMAZING GOAT? HOW?!

Reply | Parent | Thread

eternalsojourn

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: eternalsojourn
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
Link

I would like to take instructions 19-22 and turn them back on you, you beautiful, insane, brilliant thing, you. THEY WOULD TOTALLY ARGUE OVER THE BEST CONFIGURATION! (It's teepee, btw). YOUUUU! I LOVE YOUUUUU! ♥♥♥

Reply | Parent | Thread

anatsuno.dreamwidth.org

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: anatsuno.dreamwidth.org
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 10:32 pm (UTC)
Link

THIS IS MAGNIFICENT AND NEEDS TO BE REPOSTED SO I CAN REC IT. :D YOU ROCK LIKE A ... PERFECT CAMPFIRE. I TOO AM AGLOW. :D

Reply | Parent | Thread

glowdrops

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: glowdrops
date: Nov. 4th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
Link

Funny and hot! (pun intended?)

Reply | Parent | Thread

lezzerlee

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: lezzerlee
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 04:48 am (UTC)
Link

Laughing. So. Hard. hahahahahah!

Reply | Parent | Thread

adie

Re: EAMES'S GUIDE TO BUILDING CAMPFIRES

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
Link

Thank you!

Reply | Parent | Thread

night_reveals

(no subject)

from: night_reveals
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 01:42 am (UTC)
Link

TRICK OR TREAT



.................TIGHTS.

Reply | Thread

adie

(no subject)

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 01:44 am (UTC)
Link

Is this a prompt?

Ooh, yay. *glee*

Reply | Parent | Thread

adie

ADELAIDE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF FICLET (1/3)-WARNINGS FOR POSSIBLE DUBCON, ANGST, DEATH

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)
Link

The first snowstorm of the year had done a post-apocalyptic number on the Northeast. There wasn't a single light on for miles; a walk in the road felt like military training, running over logs and through feet of slush. Arthur's calves felt stronger for it, and since Arthur's calves were a large part of what so many of them came there for, he couldn't help but offer up a silent thank you to global warming for snow in October.

It had been a full day. People were bored, TV and shopping were out of the question. So some of the region conceived babies. And some of them came to see him. Ten clients was more than he usually took in a day; he preferred to space them out a little more, but he felt like he was doing a civic duty keeping old couples and paranoid virgin college boys and businessmen on the down-low entertained.

His last john left at 9. Usually Arthur didn't like to sleep where he worked, but he was tired (a lapdance in five-and-a-half inch heels followed by a fuck that attempted valiantly to recalibrate the Richter scale--ah, his favorite client--will do that to a person.) He pulled the duvet over the wet spot and laid down on it, a bit chilly in nothing but glittery black tights but enjoying the feeling of air dancing over his nipples.

It was kind of strange, actually. It felt like there was a wind inside the room. It was blowing straight up his body, perpendicular to the air from the radiator, and sometimes it would dally a bit, flutter at his lips or crest over his cock. Air didn't generally behave like that with objects of his shape and present velocity.

And the wind seemed to be getting denser. There was a push back when he breathed, like his chest was supporting the weight of something invisible. And then, in his arm, he felt a sharpness. Not an ambient nerve-twinge or smaller-than-it-feels bug bite but a real jab with a human weight behind it. What it felt like, specifically, was fingernails.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was dealing with Client Number Eleven.

Then—but only briefly—he felt the sensation of a kiss on his lips.

He reached for his phone. But his hand was stopped in midair. He struggled against the resistance.

“Fuck, did I pull a muscle or something?” he asked aloud.

If only it were that simple.

The voice seemed to come from somewhere between his own mind and the world outside.
“What do you want?”

I should think it would be obvious. Arthur’s knees parted and he felt the symmetrical weight of hands on his thighs. Arthur’s body was as exquisitely sensitive to the weight of a man as a postal scale was to the weight of a letter, and he could tell that the man—being---thing that did not exist, that was not happening, was only in his imagination—was of no inconsequential size. But I shan’t take you unwilling. Any brute can take love by force. I prefer to shape the world to my will using my mind. Much as God Almighty does.

“Is that your mind pressing between my legs, then?” Arthur asked, trying to suppress the tremor in his voice. “Who are you? What the fuck are you?”

The air in the room took on a metallic sheen and started brown to shiver like a bead curtain disturbed. The curtain parted violently—behind it was a color asymptotic to black, a nauseating close-but-not-quite. And from it emerged a man in a coat with shining buttons, boots up to his knees, his long hair tied back.

I am able to wear the air like a glove. I am inside it, unseen, but I can still touch if there is something I wish to touch.

“Are you dead? Did you die here? Are you going to kill me with the touch of your ghostly prick?”

I am no more dead than you. We are simply neighbors.

“Rude not to tell me your name, then.” As always, Arthur tried to adopt a tough attitude to conceal his terror.

I am Sergeant Eames. My fellow soldiers and I are quartered in this house. I found the veil when I pulled aside a tapestry. I’m ashamed to say that I was looking for something I could steal. Instead, there was an odd window, and through it I saw the strangest and loveliest thing I have ever seen.

“Soldiers?” Arthur asked. “What year is it?”

The day is September the first, Year of Our Lord Seventeen Hundred and Eighty One.

Reply | Parent | Thread

adie

WTF IS A FICLET I DO NOT UNDERSTAND (2/3)- POSSIBLE DUBCON, ANGST, DEATH

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC)
Link

“Unbelievable.” Impulsively, Arthur reached out to touch Eames’s face. Eames leapt back.

That is unwise. I have read the household’s secret books. To manifest in flesh and touch a person of the other world is to cease to exist in your own time. This applies to us both.

“So go back behind the glove.”

Eames walked to the window and gazed at Arthur from there.

When I am shielded by space in such a way, my vision is obscured. I can see you, but only vaguely. When I touch you, it is as if I am touching you through ten quilts. Were you to come through the veil and touch me, you would feel the same. Now, I see you clearly, painfully clearly, as I can only through that strange window, but I cannot touch. And I ache to run my hands down your legs and get your prick wet with my mouth. It is difficult to help myself at times.

“You’d better fucking help yourself,” Arthur said. But looking at Eames he could understand the temptation. Eames was broad-chested and strong-armed, with full, pink lips and sharp eyes that roved Arthur’s face and body as though he was a page of a book not fully understood but felt to be of grave importance. He felt the sudden vertigo of kiss-hunger, wanted to make love as two real bodies, wanted to see everything, wanted Eames to see and feel everything.

And it meant that he was lusting for his death.

“I can’t.” Arthur stood up as fast as he could, grabbed his clothes and backed himself up against the door. “If you lose control—if you touch me—if I touch you—I’m dead. I can’t trust you that much.”

For a tense moment Arthur wondered if Eames would turn malevolent. If he was no soldier but a ghost or a spirit come to fuck him to death, or some such thing. But Eames nodded almost imperceptibly, and, without further ado, he retreated behind his veil.

Arthur’s first thought was, taxi.


Edited at 2011-11-01 04:13 pm (UTC)

Reply | Parent | Thread

night_reveals

Re: WTF IS A FICLET I DO NOT UNDERSTAND (2/3)- POSSIBLE DUBCON, ANGST, DEATH

from: night_reveals
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 05:59 pm (UTC)
Link

:O

HOLY CRAP.

This is more than I ever expected. Jesus. This is beautiful and HOT (oh god, arthur the whore, it's...fakldsjfkdsajf my brain) and Eames the soldier...

Adelaide. <3 Thank you. I can't wait for the next part *___*

Reply | Parent | Thread

anatsuno.dreamwidth.org

Re: WTF IS A FICLET I DO NOT UNDERSTAND (2/3)- POSSIBLE DUBCON, ANGST, DEATH

from: anatsuno.dreamwidth.org
date: Nov. 2nd, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
Link

You are so damn gifted. :D *awe*

Reply | Parent | Thread

night_reveals

Re: ADELAIDE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF FICLET (1/3)-WARNINGS FOR POSSIBLE DUBCON, ANGST, DE

from: night_reveals
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 05:57 pm (UTC)
Link

Arthur’s body was as exquisitely sensitive to the weight of a man as a postal scale was to the weight of a letter,

shit. that is so, so beautiful. adelaide, what are you doing to me.

Reply | Parent | Thread

anatsuno.dreamwidth.org

(no subject)

from: anatsuno.dreamwidth.org
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
Link

Here is my kinky prompt: http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llpvmySbar1qiw75uo1_500.jpg
Possibly to make something Arthur/Mal? :D?

Reply | Thread

adie

(no subject)

from: ladderax
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 03:21 pm (UTC)
Link

YES. I WILL DO THIS.

Tbh, I am pretty excited about writing Arthur/Mal. (Pegging perhaps?)

Reply | Parent | Thread

anatsuno.dreamwidth.org

(no subject)

from: anatsuno.dreamwidth.org
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC)
Link

Pegging is nice, anything else you want is fine too or instead. :D <3

Reply | Parent | Thread

glowdrops

(no subject)

from: glowdrops
date: Nov. 1st, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
Link

TRICK OR TREAT~!

um. um. "too much candy". Arthur/Eames, of course. :D

Reply | Thread

(Deleted comment)