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Yenneffer
So, yeah, my first RPS. Ever.
Title: Signs of Never (1/?)
Fandom: Real Person Fiction (though for obvious reasons connected to SW)
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter for a little bit of swearing (will be more- hopefully *smirks*)
Characters: Hayden Christensen, Ewan McGregor, Eve, Clara, Esther, mentions of Jude Law
Pairings: Ewan/Eve, Hayden/Ewan, mentions of Ewan/Other
Summary: Hayden's in London. And so is Ewan. Or at least he should be, right? Because really, what host leaves when a guest he invited a long time ago arrives?
Warnings (I'm not sure yet myself, so I'm giving what will most probably occur): Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Angst, Graphic Violence, Slash, WiP
Disclaimer: They are both gorgerous, individual men, and I wouldn't dare claiming that I own them. Also, none of this ever happened- we have no possible way of knowing what they want, think, and would like to do.
So, yeah, it's only my imagination. Please, don't sue.
A/N: Haja, I expected it to be a two, three- part story at most. Well, it evolved, and it's leading me much more than I'm writing it at the moment. So, I take no responsibility for it. Just hopeful for a joyous ride *giggles*
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artistic - Singing:Supermassive Black Hole- Muse
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impressed - Singing:Leszek Żukowski- Coma
If anyone haven't yet read it, I recommend you checking out "The Portrait of Dorian Gray".
The portrayal of male characters is outstanding- their rationalisations, beliefs, actions are very thought- provoking. Really original and mesmerising is an idea of the portrait being the visualisation and symbol of a human soul- outward appearance of it.
Another thing worth of attention is the impact of a book on a person's way of thinking. Unbelievable, how much it can mess with our heads :P It just proves a point that to read anything more ambitious, you need to have your own beliefs formed, to remain always slightly sceptic to everything that is written (or said, for that matter). Otherwise, you'll easily be formed into an extremist.
I love one of his quotes:
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.
It fully sums up The Portrait of Dorian Gray.
Sadly, female characters are somewhat lacking in depth, especially if compared with male characters. However, there are not too many of them in the book, so it's not that easily noticeable. Oscar Wilde is not usually fond of women (see his quote in the title of the post), and I believe he doesn't fully comprehend them...
One last thing- language. Masterpiece. It's hard not to love his descriptions, his dialogues... It's all really catching, especially in original version.
I think I've read it two years ago, but I have a sudden pull to re-read it now... Sadly, too many books piled up and waiting to read (plus many intended for studies) to realise that wish :(
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ecstatic - Singing:Jezioro Łabędzie- Czajkowski
Czy istnieje sprawność bankowca w harcerstwie? Pełno małych ludzi w zieleni latało dzisiaj po centrum, czytając uważnie każdą latarnię z wiadomościami o pożyczkach i kredytach...
Z pewnością jakaś nowa modyfikacja harcerskiego 'curriculum' związana z kryzysem bankowości...
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high
Albo nas w nim nie zechcą?
Pomyślałeś o tym?"
Lestat do Louisa, Wywiad z Wampirem (film)
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touched - Singing:100 000 Jednakowych Miast- Coma
Enjoy, hunny
"Bury"
Bury everything in my skin;
give me your sins
your desolation
Banish your smile
and forgive me for mine
Someone will believe in you- break your hope against
falling cliffs
The air is drowning in your veins
Plead to underground angels to release control-
you need to let it go,
if you’re alone you won’t smile
won’t cherish every light
won’t hear anyone out
Try to be a Saint-
welcome, lover
And hate rightly
for what was done to you and for what you did
Bury your feverish fingers in the stones
and listen to your raging shame
steer your eyes away from the falling suns
And ask the Devil in yourself if
you’re still as young as you look
Ingrain all the answers in the walls
of glass we built around you
Go, sleep and fade away
Join my mist in the air, and bring back
with yourself our judgement day
Punish the love and be the Saint
run away, banished from your skin
Isn’t your heart too dark to crave?
Your spirit- spat out and left on the
freezing patterns and ashy bridges-
forestalls the dream we watched in the mirrors
paints your shame in black and white
Can you stay aware enough to care?
Wake up in the silence, and stand the judgement day
Pity only resembles rage; lie to me, and run away
before the air turns into icy cage in your
veins
Press your soul to lips, then slowly let it go
Bury everything and hurt your hope
Hide it among your stones
then you may go
Again
Run away
I don’t want to know
I stand against our angels and rip it all apart
Can anyone hate enough?
I wish I could go back to the day before the
Judgement day
and listen to the porcelain glass on your walls break against
your stones
There are lights in you that can savour it
Relinquish your control- you cannot lie
to revive its boundaries
So play the silence
and bury all your sins in innocence
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Z dedykacją dla wspaniałej, niepowtarzalnej, jedynej, cudownej, złotej Monisi ;) (zresztą, większość rzeczy pisałam dla mojej ulubionej czytelniczki :* )
( Barom mlecznym mówimy stanowcze: eeetam! )
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yeah, I can do it... can't I? - Singing:Map of the problematique- Muse
No?
I wish I hadn't- it seems you can die on everything from just taking a panadol!
The list of possible complications is twice as long as to what the pills work against- and, most worryingly, it contains some very strangely sounding words.
On a more brighter side: Your guide to everything evil!
So, you want to be a Death Eater...
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tired - Singing:Skin- Machinae Supremacy
You hear moans from the room,
light and unoppresive in
their ignorance of your presence,
a stranger contamplating a variety of
white shades.
There is pain and recognition and then
there is denial of what you resigned from.
You. Modern woman, aware of her
status and worth.
You. Beautiful and dangerous, desired
by the Devil himself, enchanted by
glistering heat of your eyes.
Devil, on his knees in front of your
Pride, offering heavy admiration,
with the world enclosed in his smooth
skin.
The world and the touches made of velvet
isn't enough. Not for you, intended for
somebody different.
In the flawed plan of fate-
you don't kneel to God-
you were made for somebody different.
Somebody who is as proud,
as eager to fight and unable to submit
to anyone.
You were made for somebody like you.
You are Lilith. Believed to be vampire,
blood- thirsty fate of men don't wise
enough to keep you at distance.
You are a fable being kept told to young men
To make them choose an eligible woman.
You are so much more than that.
But it's not your moans coming
From behind those doors. You are a
spectacle full of witches, powerful,
magical and untouchable, disappearing
before the morning mist.
Escaping from paradise.
You are Lilith, after all.
No more moans heard outside the
door. The white room is kept in silence
now, exhausted and stagy,
as if isolated for blissful moment
for people inside to remember.
Adam has a son now.
Lilith walks away, followed by
appreciative looks and half- whistles, half- smiles,
batting her eyelashes, wrapped in indifference.
She has a date to attend to, anyway.
( Background, to those who don't know )
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aggravated - Singing:Pieces- Red
I need to practise assertiveness. And I need to do it fast!
On another note, I'm dealing with a huge writing block- my muse for my both prison break stories turned out to be quite not so appealing as I'd originally thought.
On the other hand, I'm in full Star Wars kick lately- my other muse is here all the time. And what am I doing? Reading tons of fics, instead of getting off my lazy a** and doing something creative. Typical.
The fics, though, are all good ;) Yummy!
And I just realised how a naughty slash fan I can be! Oh dear... I need some restraint. And don't anyone dare to suggest handcuffs... ;)
(oh, my dirty, dirty mind... What I have here with you *sighs*)
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predatory - Singing:Every You Every Me- Placebo
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above_bluesTitle: It's only a dance
Fandom: Prison Break
Ratings: R (possible nc-17 in future chapters)
Characters: Michael Scofield, Fernando Sucre, Veronica Donovan, Nika Volek, Other, Original Characters
Summary: Michael is a famous ballet dancer, loved by the crowds...
Category: AU
Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Friendship
Warnings: Work in Progress, Sexual Situations,
Disclaimer: All characters from Prison Break belong to Fox... I'm just a naughty borrower!
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annoyed - Singing:Numb- Linkin Park
I like sometimes to just look at this one- it just has the right rhytm...
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old,
This knight so bold,
And o'er his heart a shadow,
Fell as he found,
No spot of ground,
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength,
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow;
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be,
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the mountains of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied,
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
By: Edgar Allan Poe
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awake - Singing:Jerusalem- Alphaville
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above_blues Title: It's only a dance
Fandom: Prison Break
Ratings: Certificate 15 (possible nc-17 in future chapters)
Characters: Michael Scofield, Fernando Sucre, Veronica Donovan, Nika Volek, Other, Original Characters
Summary: Michael is a famous ballet dancer, loved by the crowds...
Category: AU
Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Friendship
Warnings: Work in Progress, Sexual Situations,
Disclaimer: Credit to: Fox (characters from Prison Break) and Skillet for song lyrics
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naughty - Singing:Breath Into Me- Red
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above_blues Title: It's only a dance
Fandom: Prison Break
Ratings: Certificate 15 (possible nc-17 in future chapters)
Characters: Michael Scofield, Fernando Sucre, Veronica Donovan, Nika Volek, Other, Original Characters
Summary: Michael is a famous ballet dancer, loved by the crowds...
Category: AU
Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Friendship
Warnings: Work in Progress, Sexual Situations,
Disclaimer: All characters from Prison Break belong to Fox... I'm just borrowing with full intent of giving them back
Chapter three under the cut:
( He wasn’t a dancer at the moment. He could be himself, once again. )
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above_blues Title: It's only a dance
Fandom: Prison Break
Ratings: Certificate 15 (possible nc-17 in future chapters)
Characters: Michael Scofield, Fernando Sucre, Veronica Donovan, Nika Volek, Other, Original Characters
Summary: Michael is a famous ballet dancer, loved by the crowds...
Category: AU
Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Friendship
Warnings: Work in Progress, Sexual Situations,
Disclaimer: If you can recognise something, it's definitely not mine
Here comes chapter two- and any feedback is love:
( The music was a velvet now, dreamy, distant, making them prelong their gestures to almost eternal, then breaking them in one swift motion. )
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bored - Singing:Song to Say Goodbye- Placebo
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above_bluesTitle: It's only a dance
Fandom: Prison Break
Ratings: Certificate 15 (possible nc-17 in future chapters)
Characters: Michael Scofield, Fernando Sucre, Veronica Donovan, Nika Volek, Other, Original Characters
Summary: Michael is a famous ballet dancer, loved by the crowds...
Category: AU
Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Friendship
Warnings: Work in Progress, Sexual Situations,
Disclaimer: If you can recognise something, it's definitely not mine
And here is chapter one:
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anxious - Singing:Skin- Machinae Supremacy
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blank - Singing:This time imperfect- AFI
This is my very first poem written in English- I reckon it's a few months old at the moment. I hope someone (except for me, that is ;) ) will like it. Whatever your opinion, however, please comment- I've checked, it takes no more than 2-4 minutes if you're feeling creative and want to write a lot.
No more than a minute if you're in secretive mood.
Catch me either on my jabber, here or send me a pm- form is really irrelevant.
A/N: Obvious references to Kaczmarski- I wonder if someone will tell me where? (all Polish peeps- silence! hehe)
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content - Singing:Faint- Linkin Park
