Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 03:19 am



1.) Post a comment that says only "comment," using an icon of your choice.

2.) Use icons as prompts for ficlets.

3.)  Profit!

ETA: Umm, did you guys realize that I meant that we should all write ficlets for the prompts? 
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 10:20 am (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 10:20 am (UTC)
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Wednesday, August 4th, 2010 06:22 am (UTC)
She loves to land. She loves having a place to touch down and rest before she goes back to the clouds.

She's never had that before. Everyone has always pushed her higher or tried to chain her to the ground. She has never had a place where she could just exist, just breathe, before this. She's still not sure what to do with it, but she knows she doesn't want to let it go.

She'll never let go of her family.

*Hides under a rock*
Wednesday, August 4th, 2010 06:58 am (UTC)
Oh, that is lovely.
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 10:20 am (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 09:23 am (UTC)
Kahlan knows her touch can break anyone. The smallest children to the most monstrous of men. The mightiest Mord Sith will die from grief after Confession. The noblest warrior will lose themselves in love.

The Mother Confessor can fell heroes.

Kahlan knows that Confessors make great sacrifices for a great service, a necessary station to secure peace.

But sometimes she wonders where her happy ending is.
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 09:31 am (UTC)
Oh, I love it! It totally tapped into Kahlan's feelings of isolation and grief regarding her powers.
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 09:45 am (UTC)
Oh, I love it! It totally tapped into Kahlan's feelings of isolation and grief regarding her powers.
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 10:20 am (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 12:01 pm (UTC)


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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 02:15 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 02:16 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 02:16 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 02:48 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
When Annie kisses him, it's kind of like getting hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. He can practically hear the whack as his thoughts tweak, all his skill with predicting people and manipulation tangling up in Annie's taste and the way her fingers grip his neck or clutch at his arms, like she's afraid he's about to jerk away.
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 03:48 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 05:32 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 05:33 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
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Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 06:10 am (UTC)
Cara never feels more alive than when she's fighting. It doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter how injured she gets, when she blood is up she feels immortal.

Her nightmares are never about fighting, are never about pain. She wakes up gasping with her head thick from scenes of an ordinary life, where two children look at her with utter trust and soft skirts sway about her legs.
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 09:08 am (UTC)
That is simply lovely <3 Thank you.
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 09:31 am (UTC)
You're very welcome!
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
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Wednesday, August 4th, 2010 03:26 am (UTC)
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