Quill, Parchment, & Ink

So tinhutlady posted her bingo card the other day and it looked like a ton of fun. I decided I don't have enough to do so I went ahead and joined the comm (origfic_bingo ) and requested my own card. I joined the LJ one, not the DW one, but they seem pretty interchangeable.

So here's my card:

Original Fic Bingo

coming home	body alteration/injury	torture	medical treatment	sports/games
baking (cookies)	crying	suicide	AU: Alternate History/Continuity	disability (sudden)
physical imperfections	time travel	WILD CARD	homelessness	journeys and quests
birthdays	memories	long-lost love/friend	minor characters	wings
friend in need	abandonment	domestic bliss	romantic relationship (assumed)	silence

I've already got a couple of ideas percolating, but nothing firm. I need to redo my fic list. I know I won't be doing at least one or two of these because they're triggers for me, but the rest look like a lot of fun!

Okay this is the last of the comment_fic I was trying to finish... I will hopefully not grab anymore and concentrate on my other stories on my list!

( Avengers fic )

( Captain America 2 AU )


( Haven fic )

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( Leverage/Librarians fic )


( Captain America fic )




( Avengers  )


( Avengers  )


( Captain America fic )


( Avengers fic )


( Teen Wolf fic )




( NCIS LA fic )



( Original fic )

tigriswolf on May 1st, 2014 01:04 am (local)
Author’s choice, author’s choice, the god the day was named for is reborn on the day


She was born in the summer, in the twilight of her parents’ life, and from the beginning she was beautiful and inspired love and devotion. As she grew, it became more obvious that she brought light to everyone around her.

She was born on a Friday, a day that normally meant tiredness and the end of the work week, but for her family was a celebration. It was only later, only as she grew that her family realized how they had been blessed.

For she was the goddess reborn, the goddess of love and beauty. The goddess Aphrodite.

Information from this site

The second of my answers from the meme posted here Hopefully I'll get the last of them finished soon.


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For NaNoLJers' Sunday prompt (this probably would have been finished yesterday, but somehow half the fuses/electric in the house blew--including the modem so I had no internet last night--moved it up to my room and it's fixed today.)

“He should have known to never, ever, mess with a chicken.”

Tuggie, the dachshund, trotted across the barn yard, his tail held high as he surveyed his territory. He’d already run all the way out to the cow pasture, the farthest his little legs could carry him to visit the animals that could crush him easily. He didn’t go into the field, but ran alongside the fence; barking at the large animals.

He wandered over by the goat pen, watching the sheep dog round up the goats and kids so they could go up to the far pasture. In the past, he’d helped with this, but he was getting on in years and he couldn’t stay out from under the quickly moving feet. Now he set his front feet against the fence and watched with a critical eye, proud of the way the younger dog did his job. He hadn’t been the one training the larger dog, but he had helped show the other dog what to do.

Dropping back down, Tuggie headed towards the chicken coop, the last stop on his rounds before he headed back to the farm house. He squirmed under the gap in the fence that had been there as long as he’d been on the farm and into the coop.

The first couple of hens ignored his foray into their domain as they went about their business, scratching at the dirt and pecking for corn. As Tuggie made his way across the dirt, one of the chickens raised its head and started towards him. Tuggie stopped, eying the chicken as it matched his pace.

For a few minutes, they followed the same pace. When Tuggie moved, the chicken moved. When he stopped, the chicken stopped. When he started prancing towards the edge of the coop again, the chicken started moving. He raised one paw, flailing it at the chicken who rushed him, cawing in response.

Tuggie backpedaled as quickly as he could, suddenly worried as the rampaging chicken came at him. Before he could reach the fence, the chicken rose up slightly into the air; squawking at him. Tuggie barked back, but the chicken continued to flap at him.

Finally he had to give ground and squirmed under the fence. The chicken pursued him right to the fence, but once on the safety of the other side, Tuggie turned and barked in response. The chicken reached its head through the fence and pecked him on the back, causing the brave dachshund to yelp.

He should have known to never, ever, mess with a chicken.

From a prompt on Nanoljers Monday Prompt, I didn't set a timer, but I did write!

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These are two fics I wrote from the originalfic_las  and then just never got around to posting (what can I say I'm a) lazy and b) got busy).

Contest rules state that I can't talk to anyone about them or post them until that round is over...so I never did a real header for them and at this point...I'm not that interested in making a new one...so I'm just going to post them as is and y'all can read them. They were written in 2010 though so they go on last year's fic round-up despite the posting date. (And if I attempt to put them on the 2011 round-up next year--someone point this out to me please?)


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