The fic is all still public, I'm only making personal posts friends-only. Mostly I just wanted one of the cool banners. :)

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for: 100quills

Title: The Spirit of Mim (Parts 4 - 6)
Characters: Neville/Hannah, Harry, Luna, and the Mimbulous Mimbletonia
Rating: R
Warnings: can't say without revealing plot, but assume a possibility of slash, femmeslash, or het, just to cover everything.
Summary: It's ridiculous for a woman to be jealous of a plant. Isn't it?
Prompt Table: http://lionille.insanejournal.com/6921.html

( Neville looked around the gray room in something that might have been despair if he’d been feeling much of anything at all. )

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for: 100quills

Title: The Spirit of Mim (Parts 1-3)
Characters: Neville/Hannah, Harry, Luna, and the Mimbulous Mimbletonia
Rating: R
Warnings: can't say without revealing plot, but assume a possibility of slash, femmeslash, or het, just to cover everything.
Summary: It's ridiculous for a woman to be jealous of a plant. Isn't it?
Prompt Table: http://lionille.insanejournal.com/6921.html

(  Neville Longbottom glanced at the grandfather clock face high overhead as he pulled on his coat. )

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for: demilos_wagon

Titles: Matter of Honor, Aftermath, The Dilemma
Characters: Ambrose/Cain
Word Count: 100 each
Prompt: Time

( It was 11:03 when Ambrose went mad. )

Characters: Glitch/Cain
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Word Count: 100

Glitch had lost his taste for palace fare, for small delicacies on triangles of toast, for paper-thin pastries, for century old wine.

This was food. Ham sandwiches and lemonade and an enormous slice of cake for dessert with its frosting stuck to the sides of the bowl. The kind of food that made you sleepy, that made you lie back on the blanket and feel the grass buckling beneath it.

“Thanks for bringing me out here,” he murmured, eyes closing, lulled by birds.

“No problem,” Cain drawled calmly. “You looked like you needed to get away for a few hours.”

100 word drabble, disclaimer: not mine, more in the wonders never cease ouevre.

~*~

Cain had never been so happy to see the palace. Four months on the road away from Ambrose had been three months thirty days too long. Ambrose came bounding down the steps to meet him. After a fierce hug, Cain pushed him away to look at him. The doctors had said hair would never grow down the center of Ambrose’s scalp, but they had been wrong.

“Your hair!” he exclaimed.

“I know, it came in white!” Ambrose sounded distressed.

“It’s sexy!”

“I look like a skunk!”

Cain laughed and pulled his lover close. “You look like a dream to me.”

To cheer myself up, I wrote a silly little sequel to yesterday’s drabble Wonders Never Cease because I had this whole elaborate scene in my head of Ambrose’s crazy workshop and his new look, which I couldn’t fit into the first part. Also, it's another venture into dialogue only.

Disclaimer: not mine, etc.etc, glitch/cain, big surprise, etc etc.

( 100 words on the nose. )

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for: demilos_wagon

Title: Wonders Never Cease
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Prompt: Magic
Rating: G
Word Count: 100


Cain doesn’t know what the thing is for, and he doesn’t want to know. Ambrose is next to the enormous telescope, directing workers around like a symphony conductor and since he looks happy, Cain is happy. As the great dais wheels slowly around, Ambrose spots him and his face lights up, and Cain feels that little glow inside that says ‘I’m home’. He still can’t quite get used to it, doesn’t think he ever will entirely. As Ambrose comes down the steps and drops into his arms, he thinks there’s not one of these machines more magical than its inventor.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for demilos_wagon (Go check it out! It's new!)

Title: First Class
Pairing: imminent Glitch/Cain
Fandom: Tin Man
Prompt: Transportation
Rating: G
Word Count: 100


The carriage had been rattling along for hours now, and Cain was bored. Glitch had been asleep on his shoulder for ages, lulled by a combination of rhythmic hoof beats, rocking seats, and the summer heat. He couldn’t quite bring himself to resent the lack of conversation, though, not when Glitch looked so peaceful, head nodding against Cain’s chest with every bump in the road. Cain found himself sliding an arm around him, cautiously, purely in the interest of keeping his arm from falling asleep. Glitch sighed and curled closer, and Cain decided he didn’t mind traveling coach after all.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

Title: Waxy Green Gardenias
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: R
Summary: Cain doesn't know what's happening to him, but he has a theory.

( The restaurant is dark, or it would be dark if it weren’t for all the candles and tin punch lanterns, and it’s really not very dark at all. It is smoky, Cain notices, and crowded, and smells like foods he can’t identify. )

Kourabiedes

“Greek Butter Cookies”



1 pound of unsalted butter
¾ cup sifted 10X powdered sugar
4 ½ cups pastry flour ~ sifted twice
2 egg yolks
1 teaspoon vanilla
3 tablespoons brandy

Preheat oven to 350.

Beat butter thirty minutes with a mixer. Add the sifted sugar. Add egg yolks, vanilla, and brandy. Add flour gradually. Mix to a soft dough and chill for thirty minutes. Form into oblong shaped cookies of rather generous proportion and bake 20-25 minutes until lightly brown. After they’re cooled, dust lightly with powdered sugar.

Am I the last person in civilization to wise up to the 'remember me' button? For years now I've been logging in and out like a wildwoman to ever increasing numbers of blogs, journals, forums, etc, because I thought it might be 'safer' somehow. Well, the last week or so I've just clicked 'remember me' on everything and wow, I'm hopping in and out with complete ease. Go, me! This opens whole vistas of surfing opportunities.

Note to self: it is now 2008. Please to be remembering this on business correspondence before clicking the print button.

It's very cold. I'm not used to this. But I'm still having iced tea with lunch.

I want to make kourabiedes. I don't bake much in December because the stores are mobbed and I try to lay low until it all blows over. But now I'd like to trot out my favorite butter cookie recipe. It calls for a POUND of sweet butter, people, which you beat for 30 minutes. This is a trip with a hand mixer and best done with an assistant.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

Title: Three Hundred Ninety Two Words of Conversation on a Starry Night
Rating: G Gen
Fandom: Tin Man
Word Count: 392 ;)
A/N: I was going to sketch in the dialogue then fill it out with the text, but then I thought the conversation had a certain odd charm just on its own. It’s still followable as to who’s saying what, I think.

( Mother, will you tell me a story? )

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

Title: Pretty Girls in Every Generation
Characters: Rose, Ten
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1000
Rating: G
Summary: A shopping spree and a cup of tea.

( There is no shortage, that’s for sure, of pretty girls in London. )

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

Title: The Silver Smoke of an Imaginary Dragon
Fandom: Tin Man
Characters: Cain, Glitch, Raw
Word Count: 1,076
Rating/Warning: Could be interpreted as a threesome, in which case call it adult content. Nothing graphic, though.

( We are the Queen’s Contingent. )

2 egg yolks (only the yolks!)
2 14-oz. cans sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup key lime juice
9-10" ready-to-eat graham cracker crust

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
Pour milk into large bowl. In another bowl beat the egg yolks with a hand-mixer until thick and light in color. Pour them into the milk. Add the lime juice. Mix until blended. Pour into a 9 x 12" glass baking dish. Bake for 10 minutes. (mixture will be bubbling a bit at the edges) Put mixture into crust (a spatula's helpful here) and refrigerate, let chill for at least several hours before serving.

Was writing a long post in Word, computer ate it, I'm going back to bed.

I'm siiiiiick. I ache all over. I think it's Alien Space Plague. Will try to keep the whining to a minimum.
Oh, and a word of advice - don't fall asleep while watching Torchwood, it leads to some weeeeeird dreams.

Wow, wow, and wow again. I’ve got to say I’m not much on Snarry, but I appreciate artistic genius when I see it. Two recent art entries in the Snarry Games:

The Doe by anoiro (G)
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/snarry_games/148020.html#cutid1
A gorgeous watercolor dream, this portrayal of a Patronus really captures the feeling of light glowing in a ring of trees.

Five Books H. James Potter Never Wrote or Published by brevisse (PG13)
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/snarry_games/137457.html
A beautifully drawn comic full of perfect facial expressions and rich with details. Also.... it's hilarious.

secretsolitaire pointed me to the second one, I happened across the first one somehow because the title caught my attention.

The "Five Things That Have Made Me Happy Recently" Meme:

1. Tried out the Userpic Factory here on IJ and made this adorable frog icon! This is one of my favorite CuteOverload pics of all time.

2. Tried making green tea in my coffee maker this morning and it actually WORKED. (opened the packets and poured the loose leaves into the filter)

3. Doctor Who. Knitting a Doctor Who scarf while watching Doctor Who.

4. Just smooched my puppy-dog on the back of her tender little left ear. Several times. Yummy!

5. This morning I danced with my cat.

Tagging everyone.