The Muses Within

18.4 - "Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value." - Albert Einstein

2010-11-17T02:16:54Z

This quote really speaks to me. I mean pretty much all my life I've been pushed to succeed. Failure wasn't an option, with my high-flying father and impeccably dressed mother. Of course, they weren't perfect. Daddy was always off screwing around with one woman or another. I never understood why Bizzy (my mom) didn't just leave him. Both of them liked to drink too much, and sometimes they even argued.

Nevertheless, I was raised to believe that as a Forbes-Montgomery it was my destiny to lead the world into a new era, or something just as noble. Both my brother Archer and I discovered that we had a passion for medicine. It wouldn't have been enough for dad if I had just become a GP, and I wanted to do more anyway, so I went on to surgery. I loved it, even as an intern, the control, the rush of saving someone's life. It was made even better by my new husband, Derek, who was on the same program as me. He was a brain guy, and the years passed in a blur until we were both among the best in our respective fields - he in neurosurgery, I in neonatal & obstetric surgery.

We were successes. Daddy and Bizzy weren't exactly proud, but they were satisfied with how I'd turned out. Of course, having such high-pressure jobs took it's toll on my relationship with Derek. We were always working, trying to maintain that success, trying to take it to the next level. We stopped talking outside of work, stopped making love. I was lonely and miserable, and then Derek's best friend was there, and I did something stupid.

It didn't stop me chasing success though, I kept it up for another year before I saw Derek again. We didn't save the marriage, but we worked together for a while. But I was still chasing success, leaving my emotional upkeep by the wayside.

It wasn't until I found out that I couldn't have children that I stopped. Suddenly, success wasn't the most important thing in my life. I wanted a life that meant something, a life of value. So I gave up my breakneck life in Seattle and moved to LA. It hasn't always been an easy ride, but since I've been there I've learned that you don't have to be on the cutting edge to be successful. I save just as many lives, but most importantly I saved my own from being consumed by my own desire for success.

Words: 438
Muse: Addison Montgomery
Fandom: Private Practice/Grey's Anatomy

18.3 - Peace.

2009-11-14T04:01:10Z

I wish it could last. This peace, this lull of violence, takes some getting used to, but after a while it starts to feel nice. Like maybe it could stretch forever, and I could go on with my life.

I've started to notice things I never had the chance to before. Like the way Ethan's hand dances out to brush against mine, sending jolts of electricity up my spine, before fluttering back to cradle the huge book he holds. Or the way his smile slices through the early morning fog like a shot of espresso straight into my veins, forcing me to smile back. Even the way he hums as he takes a shower, just loud enough to be heard if trying, but quiet enough to let the others sleep undisturbed. And how I find myself with one ear pressed against the door, sifting through the sounds of running water and riotous snoring.

I want to cross the gap, to smear the line between friend and boyfriend, but I know this peace can't last, and I'm afraid that things might go back to before. Quick glances that don't say nearly enough, and the small kindness of coffee in the morning and the South Park I forgot to tape waiting on TiVo. And if I discover something more with him, I don't think I could live with anything less.

If only this could last.

Words: 233
Muse: Yiruma's "Love Me"
Fandom: Original Character

18.4 Value over Success

2009-11-10T05:27:53Z

("Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value." )
- Albert Einstein

Magnus Bane
The Mortal Instruments
491 words

18.1 Button, Button

2009-11-03T21:36:59Z

18.1 - If you were given a box with a button to push, and offered a large sum of money, the price being someone you don't know dies, would you push the button?

Now that would depend on a number of variables.

I know, I know, there are probably plenty of cynical critcs assuming my answer is an immediate yes. Idiots. If this were years ago, back in the colonies, well, maybe then. But what good is a large sum of money going to do me in my current position? None whatsoever. I'm already as comfortable as I'm going to be in terms of things that money can buy - my problems aren't going to be solved by buying off the Cylons.

If this were in a time when money actually served some real value to me personally, well then, I suppose it would also depend on whether or not the death of this person could ever be traced back to me. I really don't need that kind of personal scandal on ~~top of all the other ones.~~ my head. If anonymity were secured, then why not? People die every day, who's to say it wouldn't be someone who's time is up anyways? It isn't as if I were putting a gun to their head and pulling the trigger myself.

~~Except I know that you don't have to kill someone firsthand in order to feel the guilt of it firsthand.~~

Gaius Baltar
Battlestar Galactica

18.5 Space

2009-11-03T17:44:57Z

Fandom // The Mortal Instruments
Muse// Bill Kaulitz as Magnus Bane
Words // Magnus Bane / Phenomenal Cosmic Power
Info // Based on image prompt from themuseswithin : "Space". Cosmos stock from Funerium @ DeviantArt. Check out resurgere for the best stock on DA.

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18.3 - Peace

2009-11-02T11:53:11Z

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU&RP-based

I feel peace when I hold her in my arms. Serafina. Our little angel.
I remember the day that she was born. Her first smile. Her first steps. The first time she called me “Daddy”.
In her eyes, I’m a good person that she loves to pieces – just like she loves John, Amanda and her big brother. She doesn’t know as yet who I really am –or was...
Some day, when she grows up, I will have to tell her the whole truth about myself.
My life has changed irrevocably, but my twisted past and all the wrong things I’ve done are part of me. She has to know it.
I shudder at the very thought of what will happen when she learns the truth. It may drive us apart. Perhaps, she will be deeply disappointed, and will eventually turn her back on me. I hope she won’t, after all. I do hope she will be able to forgive and understand.

Some day in the future I’ll tell her everything. Now, I just cherish the feeling of peace and the sheer joy she gives me.

Words: 185
Fandom: Saw
Muse: Zep Hindle

The Muses Within Prompt Set 18.5: Picture Prompt - Space

2009-10-27T05:25:37Z

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.

Looking at pictures of space makes me think very deeply, about a lot of things.

For one, I think about how vast and amazing the universe is. And how we human beings know so very little about it, though scientists and other interested parties do all they can to learn. So many of us don’t appreciate the wonders of our world, whether they’re here on earth or out there in the cosmos. It’s something that every man, woman or child should be grateful to be a tiny part of, however.

And I also think about the stars, and how they relate to the Lovecraft stories that Zep and I like to read together. The texts, particularly “The Call of Cthulhu”, say that when the stars are right, the Great Old Ones will return. Cthulhu shall rise from his slumbers beneath the ocean and claim the earth for his own once more…

Some may say that’s a strange choice of reading matter for me. But Zep has taught me appreciation of it.

I still have much to learn.

Words: 177
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw

Prompt Set 18

2009-10-22T22:40:28Z

18.1 - If you were given a box with a button to push, and offered a large sum of money the price someone you don't know dies, would you push the button? (yes inspired by the movie The Box)

18.2 -
The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than it's ever been
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny
We were closest than any brothers than you ever knew

It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream
And so much time to make it real

But I can still recall the sting of all
The tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned
I know I'll never learn
Why any boy should die so young

We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble but we sure got around
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he's right behind me now and he's gaining ground

But it was long ago and it was far away,
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway,
Then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are

And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father's eyes were blank
As he hit me again and again and again

I know I still believe he'd never let me leave,
I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears, so many wasted years
Before my life became my own

And though the nightmares should be over
Some of the terrors are still intact
I'll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
And then he grabs me from behind
And then he pulls me back

But it was long ago and it was far away,
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway,
Then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are

There was a beauty living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me everything I'll ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love

The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
I'm in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway all said,
Caution! Kids At Play!

Those were the rights of spring and we did everything
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right

She used her body just like a bandage,
She used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb

But it was long ago and it was far away,
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway,
Then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are

She used her body just like a bandage,
She used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Meatloaf - Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are

18.3 - Peace.

18.4 - "Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value." - Albert Einstein

18.5 - Picture Prompt: Space

18.6 - Ten things you have in common with your worst enemy.

18.7 - RP Prompt: Trapped in a pocket of time. You can't get out, and you can have one person you want with you to appear.

15.1 - If you knew tomorrow you'd die, what would you do until then?

2009-09-21T20:18:55Z

15.1 - If you knew tomorrow you'd die, what would you do until then?

Muse: Melanie Stryder
Fandom: The Host
Words: 382

17.1 What Stays The Same?

2009-09-04T14:43:01Z

17.1 What Stays The Same?

Muse: Jo Harvelle
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 326

prompt 17.4 - Mathematics, certainty and reality

2009-09-03T19:35:44Z

"As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality." - Albert Einstein

x-x-x

In the end, the man he chooses to lie in bed with him is actually a woman. Max understands that balance is achieved through imbalance, and wonders what Jodie thinks. He is always wondering what she thinks; her thoughts are important to him. He can appreciate them in a way he can't appreciate her body.

They are at odds - they have tumbled into an archetypal relationship. Max has never like the values of archetype, just as he has never liked the values of stereotype. Still there is a sense of completion that comes from the bend of Jodie's elbow, the curve of her hand, that Max cannot explain.

He has never felt this before, but against all other experiences, he knows what he feels is truth. There is something so wrong with the situation that in the end it is right. He has taken the wrong numbers, used the wrong equation, and come up with the right answer. He sees her hair in the sunlight, catches her hand as they walk, and thinks that this is perfection.
x-x-x

Muse: Max Sandulf
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 178

17.3 - Frustration

2009-09-01T16:59:29Z

17.3 - Frustration

Muse: Lou McCloud
Fandom: The Young Riders
Words: 430

17.1 - What stays the same?

2009-08-28T17:30:52Z

17.1 - What stays the same?

Muse: Tadashi Visigoth
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 204

17.3 [frustration]

2009-07-31T06:15:14Z

Claire walked into the bathroom, or the 'loo' as the Billy Idol vampire called it, and locked the door behind her. She didn't care if anyone else needed to get into the small room to use one of the toilets because she had a mission in mind now. She had her mind set on it even before she got to the hospital and the fact that Hank asked her to do it only makes her more determined.

When Cain let himself out of one of the stalls, he blinked at the sight of the petite blond waiting for him. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled at her, even if he knew.

"You're not putting me off any longer, Cain Callahan. I've waited long enough and Hank has had everything that you asked for her to have. So now we're going to fix your hand." Claire informed him in firm tones as she reached into her inside pocket, pulling out a packaged needle.

"Fuck off." Cain muttered at her, turning to walk over to the sink.

"Cain, I swear to god, I'll just stab you if I need to." Claire started towards him and then stopped quickly when he whirled around to face her.

"I said, not right now!" He roared at her, shaking a bit.

"Yes, right now." She yelled back, just as loud if it were at all possible. "Look, I get it! I get the whole wanting the pain thing, I really do...."

"You don't know anything." He spat at her, twisting away in the sudden need to hide.

"Don't tell me what I do and don't know." She stalked closer, coming to his side as she wasn't going to let him escape. "The pain makes everything clearer. It has a way of snapping everything into clear focus and it's a good distraction from the emotional pain." She could see the flicker in his eyes as he glanced over at her with a fresh sense of annoyance for her getting it. "And if you have the pain, you're not going to want anything else. Am I right?"

Instead of answering her, Cain curled his hands into fists. Well, he tried with the one but it was hard to pull off fully as it was broken but there was the pain she was talking about. It burned up his arm and he shuddered from the pain as it stole his breath. Claire watched him silently for a moment before she set the needle down and started to peel her jacket off.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, breathless.

"I'm going to heal your fucking hand." She muttered, not really one for swearing but now she was on edge. She was on edge and feeling raw with everything that had gone on. She wasn't really worried about her language because right now she was worried about Cain. "Your daughter asked me to and so I'm going to. I'm going to because you're my friend and as your friend, I'll help you with everything that comes afterwards."

He went back to saying nothing as she picked up the needle, ripping open the packaging to pull the needle out. When she was ready, she stabbed the tip into her arm and pulled at the topper to draw out a full vial of blood slowly. When she was ready, she looked at him with a gaze that told him she wasn't backing down. Hell, he was sure she would knock him down if she needed to. Or she would call for Bee and anyone else who was around. "Fine." He gave in.

Claire nodded her head just once as she watched him pull up his sleeve and then she moved the tip of the needle to his arm, right around the same place she had stabbed herself. Pushing the needle in, she started to push at the topper as she slowly injected him with her blood. She heard him gasp and once again she wondered what it felt like to other people when her blood started through their veins. "I need to set your hand."

"Okay."

She grabbed his hand, watching him closely for a second before she focused on the task at hand instead. She grabbed his fingers, knowing from experience how to do it and so with a few cracks she started to set his hand back into place as her blood helped him to heal. Still, he grunted before he clenched his jaw to swallow back any noise of pain but there was no hiding the shimmer of tears when she looked up at him again.

"Cain?"

He didn't answer her right away, seeming distant as he watched the last of the scrapes fade away on his hand till it was left perfect and whole. She wondered if he felt bad about being healed while his daughter still lay in a hospital bed just a few feet away. Finally, he looked up at her and the tears had clouded his vision completely. "Someone fucking shot my kid, Claire." His voice sounded small and far away.

"I know." She whispered as she tossed the needle into the sink to be dealt with later. Turning back to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him but it wasn't nearly as hard as he hugged her in return. She was thankful for the fact that she couldn't be hurt as he squeezed her so tightly that she was sure he was going to break something.

"Thank you, kid." He murmured and his voice sounded strangely hoarse as he put his forehead against her shoulder.

Claire didn't respond, she merely hugged him back and closed her eyes with a sigh. She had helped him like she had promised to do and maybe that would make things better for the moment but the frustration was still there. Along with the desire to hurt whoever had started all of this.

She was definitely going hunting later.

[fear_noevil used with love and permission]

[tmw] 11.1 - who will you always turn to?

2009-07-29T23:00:19Z

NOTE: Sal is we_standalone and is used with love and knowledge of his mun.

“I hate men.” Channing spat the second the door opened.

“Course…so naturally, you haul ass to Testosterone Central.”

“Eat me.” She snarled, stalking straight past Sal and into the rundown house he shared with his bandmates. The ramshackle two story abode just off the Strip was a rental procured by their guitarist, Mays Ryder, shortly after Control Freak had taken off. Their initial rise had caused some pressure and undue tension, and the well worn home shared by all four men gave them enough anonymity to preserve their sanity.

“See? Knew you’d change yer mind ‘bout me…”

Stopping when she reached the kitchen, Channing scowled at her surroundings. The house was comfortable, but also, as Sal said, unquestionably male. Austere, sparsely decorated, riding a fine line between lived in and messy, it was a typical bachelor pad. Particularly in the kitchen, which looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Restlessly, she started straightening up to give her hands something to do that wasn’t strangling an innocent man.

“You’re an insufferable pig.”

“True…but not as bad as this guy. What’s his name again, I forget…”

“Tyson Howard!” she snapped, dimly aware through her rage that he was drawing her out and not caring. “The son of a bitch that calls himself an animal handler…it’s bullshit. He’s a thief and a liar!!”

“Handler…he didn’t hurt Chaz, did he?”

The note of real anger in Sal’s voice brought Channing a little closer towards sanity as she whirled around to face him and shook her head. “No, he didn’t…but Charleston bit him because he didn’t goddamn listen to me when I told him that Charlie got nervous around the lights, and now he’s insisting on replacing him…”

“Okay, hold up and sit down. Ya lost me at Chaz’s cue.”

With an irritable huff, Channing slid onto the nearest kitchen stool she could find and started explaining the whole miserable mess with the new handler, who insisted that cats could be dealt with only one way and ignored every one of the warning signs when Channing changed two light cues and Howard made no effort to show Charleston where the lights would go.

“…now I’m just as concerned with time as anyone,” she finally finished, half-slumped against the counter with a cup of coffee she didn’t remember receiving, “but we would have lost twenty minutes warning Charlie about the lights. Twenty minutes I even penciled into the rehearsal. Let him play with a flashlight, show him how the lights would move, and he’d have been fine. He’s very smart that way. Truly, Sal, he is…”

Trailing off, she resisted the hot sting of tears that came as Sal slid off his own stool and moved to embrace her warmly. She didn’t move for a second, then relented and wrapped her arms around him, letting his body heat and solid build soothe her for just an instant.

“You got it covered.” he murmured, running a hand over her hair. “Chaz is a hell of a cat, and I think everyone who’s ever met the little shit knows it. Just call the asshole on his bullshit and the bigwigs’ll be on your side. Not his.”

Sniffling a little as she drew away, Channing carefully dabbed at her eyes. “I did…they’re taking our comments under advisement. Hmph.” She paused, then met his gaze with a sigh. “I’m acting like a first class idiot, aren’t I?”

“Nah…just acting like a chick. Which is good, seein’ as how you are one.”

Laughing, Channing finished the last of her coffee and stood, hugging Sal once again. “You know, for a Chi-Town street rat, you’re really quite the gentleman.”

“Thanks…for a stuck up New Yorker, you’re a pretty cool customer.”

“High praise from my biggest fan.” She grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek in a friendly manner. “Will you boys save me a seat at the show tonight? I’d stay, but I have a production meeting to get back to.”

“Always, Chan. Take care yerself…and don’t worry, ai’ight?”

With a smile, she nodded and turned to walk out. As she did, she got the same feeling she always did, that he was watching her leave. The feel of his eyes on her back was heavy, warm...wanting…

She pushed aside the notion that he was watching her, as she always did…and waited until she was out of sight by the front door before she turned, looking over her shoulder and swearing to herself that she wasn’t hoping to find him ready to stop her from leaving.

Muse: Channing Vale
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 766

{tell me your hopes and dreams...}

The Muses Within Prompt Set 17.6: 10 things you have in common with the one you love

2009-07-27T05:27:54Z

Mun Note: This list is AU and RP-based.

Since I have two lovers, I will list 5 things I have in common with Amanda and five with Zep.  

Amanda:  

1. Our work on the tests. She did begin her life with me as an apprentice, after all. And she now shares my values about gratitude and appreciation of life.

2. Cooking. Amanda’s a great cook and I also enjoy making delicious things to eat. When we get to cook together, it can be fun! Occasionally if any of the other family members get in the kitchen, there can be a lot of mess. But I don’t mind!

 3. Learning new things. Amanda’s got a very sharp and inquiring mind, something I love to encourage.

4. A taste for long cuddling sessions in front of the TV or in bed on a cold winter’s morning. Nothing could be more delightful – well, some things are, but I’m keeping this list clean!

5. A love of massages and bubble baths. Exquisitely relaxing!

Zep:  

1. Again, our work on the tests. Zep too began as my apprentice and now shares my mission.

2. Elvis. I think it was me who taught Zep to appreciate him!

3. H.P. Lovecraft. It was Zep who introduced me to the Cthulhu Mythos and now it is something I dearly love. For this, I am forever grateful to him.

4. A taste for… more unusual types of pleasure. I would elaborate, but as I mentioned earlier, I’m keeping this clean! Let’s just say Zep loves to experiment, as do I. 

5. A profound dislike of arrogant physicians - especially one in particular whose initials are L.G!

Words: 269
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw

[tmw] 17.3 - frustration

2009-07-27T00:02:23Z

NOTE: Dr. Eric Michaels is mine to use and abuse. its_notluck is mentioned with permission and love. Follows this piece.

“You’re not supposed to have that, you’re not on this case.”

Cain turned away from the lightboard in the X-ray viewing room, where his daughter’s ultrasound hung. “Gonna take it from me?”

Dr. Eric Michaels chuckled as he straightened and moved in to join him. “Not likely…I’ve heard the rumors. Seen ‘em in action enough, too.”

Snorting, Cain turned back to the ultrasound. “I did my stint in obstetrics when I went to school, been brushing up for the delivery, too…but you know what I’m lookin’ at better ‘n I do.” He paused, his jaw tightening as he tried not to look at the OB-GYN at his side. “She’s…okay, right?”

“There’s not a blessed thing wrong with her, Dr. Callahan.”

With a deep, shaky sigh, Cain said a prayer of thanksgiving to the Virgin Mary as his assumptions were confirmed. “Thanks for that, yo.”

“Hey, my pleasure. The pain, near as I can tell, was caused by some round ligament stretching. Normal. The only thing that worries me is that the stretching might not take.”

Heaing…shit, he hadn’t even thought of that. “Her condition might cause that, yeah.”

“Linderman’s Syndrome, right?”

Cain nodded, wishing he could trust the Watcher with more. He didn’t, however, know the man as well as the locals in the hospital, being that he was a new transfer, which required a little fast lying on his part. “Rare form of hyper-immunity without accompanying autoimmune disorders. Causes rapid cellular regeneration and high white count, both of which I been watchin’. She’s been submitting blood samples for the study I been working on.”

“And even with my clearance, that’s all you can tell me?”

Sighing, he nodded. “Sorry, bro.”

Eric just nodded, ever calm. “I get it, man. Honest…listen, I say we go with low dose muscle relaxants for the time being. Her metabolism will break down the drugs before they can reach the baby, and may inhibit some of the regeneration. Not enough to affect her health or the study, but it should allow for the stretching needed to prevent any further discomfort.”

“I owe ya for this, Michaels. No bullshit.”

Eric narrowed his eyes with a smirk and walked over, tugging down the ultrasound pointedly. “Stop raiding patient files you got no right to look at, and we’re even.”

Cain just glowered…but didn’t lay a hand on Eric as the other man left the room.

Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 407

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themuseswithin RP: Death. [Open to all]

2009-07-24T15:08:21Z

As horrible as it was, Gabriel had always hoped that his mother would fall ill before she died. If she fell ill, he would have time to prepare what was inevitably going to come. He would be able to time it, to say good bye to her properly. To tell her that despite the argument they had had, and the times where they had disagreed, that he was still thankful for her, and for everything she had done for him throughout his life time. She was his mother after all, and a mother’s love is always there, no matter what might be said. But another reason he had wanted for her to fall ill was so that he could prepare himself for the significance of the loss.

( His father had left without warning when he was 5. )

[This is an open to all RP, and not binding to any verse or anything like that. I just figured I'd have a go at an RP prompt for once. :'D]

Prompt Set 17

2009-07-24T02:59:08Z

17.1 - What stays the same?

17.2 -
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the...
Floor!

Beaten, why for (why for)
Can't take much more
(Here we go, here we go, here we go, now)

One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me

One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give now

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor...

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor...

Now!

Push me again (again)
This is the end
(Here we go, here we go, here we go, now)

One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me

One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give now

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor...

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Skin to skin, blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in and now you're here
Driven by hate, consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor...

One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me

One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give now
(It's you!)

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor...

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Hey... Go!
Hey... Go!
Hey... Go!
Hey... Go!
Drowning Pool - Bodies

17.3 - Frustration

17.4 - "As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality." - Albert Einstein

17.5 - Picture Prompt: Field

17.6 - Ten things you have in common with the one you love.

17.7 - RP Prompt: Death.

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[tmw] 11.3 - heat

2009-07-21T18:10:31Z

NOTE: Aaron is lookoutearth and is used without permission, but lots and lots of tender loving care.

Even in the air conditioned terminal, the oppressive heat beat down through the exposed windows with a promise of sweat and slow movement to all who dared step outside its sanctuary. The desert was unforgiving in the heart of summer, making up for weeks of unseasonably cool weather.

Inside the airport, heat of another kind was building as Anne strolled through the crowd, nostrils flared and eyes alert as she scanned the building for some trace of him. She knew he was there, could feel it like a phantom breath on the back of her neck, but the heat magnified every scent and the saving AC blew scents every which way, recirculating the air until it became too rich with smells, tainted by the scent of Freon and too much electricity.

She saw him before she smelled him, seated at a table with a coffee and a newspaper. The break in the crowd was just long enough for her to see him bring the cup to his lips and slow to a stop midway. His neck flushed with the same heat as he found her, as his head lifted and tipped back just a touch too far.

He was sniffing the air. He was looking for her.

Smiling to herself, she circled around and watched his head swivel to follow her, finding something familiar in the throng of humanity and heat. Broad shoulders tensed with a predator’s instinct, ready to spring at the first sign of his quarry.

She got two feet away when his head whipped around and found her.

For a moment neither one of them moved or breathed. The playful banter, the teasing and sweet words culminated in the truth of what they were really feeling. The promises of sex, the confessions of need, they were more than just empty endearments…here in the heat held off by manmade cold, they were painfully real.

One of them started walking, she wasn’t sure who…but he was on his feet quickly and getting closer, and she was suddenly grateful she’d chosen to wear slacks to work as his arms found her and she leapt lightly into them, legs wrapping securely around his waist as they came together, bodies and mouths colliding to satisfy the hunger and the heat consuming them both.

When the kiss broke, her head was spinning and she could hardly breathe. The heat had invaded the airport, smothering them both with its intensity.

“Told you I’d make a scene.” She murmured with a grin, laying a hand against his neck as she stole a second, shorter kiss.

Aaron chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Do you see me complaining?”

With a wicked grin, Anne tightened her legs around his waist suggestively as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Not yet…but I have all the time I need to make you scream.”

Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 477

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16.1 - Everything changes

2009-07-17T10:21:48Z

Mun Note: this post is AU and RP-based

A long time ago my stepsister dated a young headshrinker from Massachusetts. The guy was absolute nuts --like all shrinks in general--and I guessed it was the reason for her to fall in love with him. She was always drawn to such weirdoes.

I usually didn’t care about my sister’s boyfriends but that one was different. It seemed he was interested in me in a way. At first I believed it was merely a professional interest. I had some psychological problems at the time – poor social skills, latent anger et cetera so I thought he regarded me as his potential patient.
I was wrong.
Once he asked me out for coffee, saying we needed to have a chat.
We met at a coffee-house. The shrink delivered a long speech about Freud, Zen Buddhism and Tantric sex. Finishing his monologue, he took a sip of cappuccino and said:
“Okay buddy, why don’t we have a threesome sex? You, your stepsister and I. Three of us, huh?”.
I nearly choked on the coffee I was drinking. Then I snorted like an idiot. I bet the guy was joking. However, he looked serious enough, and his eyes behind the spectacles were fixed straight on me.
“Well…are you sick or what?!” That was all I told him. Then I left slamming the door behind me. I hadn’t seen him since then -- perhaps my stepsister advised him to keep away from me.

Now, I can’t help laughing as I recall it. My life has changed a lot. I’ve managed to transcend my issues – most of them -- and hopefully, I don’t need a shrink. Also I’m in love with two persons at once, a woman and a man. John and Amanda. My significant others. My loved ones.
There were times when I thought that polyamory was bizarre stuff, but now I think otherwise.

Everything changes, indeed.

Words: 314
Fandom: Saw
Muse: Zep Hindle

16.5

2009-07-17T07:49:19Z

Crime scene.

She hesitates.

Stark has been a criminal investigator, in some form or another, for fourteen years. She's seen some truly amazing things, and some truly horrifying ones, but she always keeps going. At least until this moment: her first X-File as the primary investigator.

The first without Mulder and Scully.

It's down to them now, to her and to John, and that hasn't quite sunk in yet. It feels disturbingly improper. The X-Files are Mulder and Scully's life's work, the thing that they believe in, have risked everything for. Stark has the utmost respect for the both of them, having worked by their side for a year now, and it doesn't feel like her place. Even though she knows she has the blessing of her former colleagues, she's still intimidated by the legacy they've left behind.

Will she make them proud? Will it be enough?

"Stark, are you okay?" John's voice interrupts her self-loathing train of thought, his hand on her back making her jump slightly. She nods a little, hand lifting the yellow crime scene tape, swallowing down the lump in her throat.

"Yeah, John. I'm fine."

Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 188

The Muses Within Prompt Set 16.1: Everything Changes

2009-07-15T05:10:46Z

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.

Everything changes, that’s true. Sometimes for the worse and sometimes for the better.

My son Gideon is growing up, and soon will have to decide whether he continues my work or follows his own path. No matter what he decides, I will support him in his choice. He’s growing into a fine young man and I am very, very proud of him.

His little sister Serafina, my darling baby girl, is growing too. She’s still a baby, but no longer as tiny as a few short months ago. It’s early days yet, but I can tell she’s going to be a smart one. She’s always so alert and takes an interest in absolutely everything!

And there’s me, Amanda and Zep. Our love grows stronger every day and we look forward to deciding on a wedding date – some time in the near future, I hope!

Finally, there’s the matter of my illness. I was so sure for so long that it was terminal, and so were the doctors. But maybe there’s a faint hope now…

Words: 175
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw

Prompt Set 16

2009-07-08T19:00:46Z

16.1 - Everything changes.

16.2 -
[Intro]
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA!

Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.

[Chorus:]
Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling- Blanging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town

And I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

[Spoken:]
I'm a thourough-bred
that's what she said
in the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.
We where flying high
Fining, whine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation
of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation
all night long
So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of

And we made love
And I saddled up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy

What? What?
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy
Everybody says
Save a Horse Ride a cowboy.
Big & Rich - Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

16.3 - Anger

16.4 - "One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation." - Oscar Wilde

16.5 - Picture Prompt: Crime Scene

16.6 - Ten people you want to beat senseless.

16.7 - RP Prompt: Pregnancy or new baby.

The Muses Within Prompt 15.3: Red

2009-07-06T05:45:13Z

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.

Red was a color John truly adored. He appreciated all hues of the spectrum in their unique beauty – but red was the shade that remained his favorite.

It was vivid and bright, cheerful and beautiful. It reminded him of so many things – the lining of his robe, Billy’s eyes, the tomatoes, beans and hot, bubbling sauce when he made his special chili… Amanda’s lipstick, the T-shirt he’d seen Zep wearing recently, crayon pictures drawn by Gideon when he was little… and the new dress he’d recently bought for baby Serafina. She looked so cute in it!

There were negative aspects to the color red, too, of course. It meant blood. And rage… but in the mellow mood he was in at the moment, John didn’t want to think about those.

He only wanted to think about the positive side of red. Christmas holly and candy canes. The cat Etta’s bright new collar and tag. The cover of a new book of Lovecraft’s stories, a book he could not wait to delve into with Zep.

Red meant the heart, too, of course. A valentine – symbol of love.

Words: 189
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw