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Happy Friday! ~ Kinks

I've had a great time this week, and hope to see all of you again soon!

The theme for today is “Kinks". So, if you have a suburbia setting, you might want to prompt about a twisted hose, but I'm betting more than likely, we'll be going for something else entirely (wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more).

Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces


Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.

And here are a few examples, to get you started!

Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Roy, Outside of the office, he turns over all control to her
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry, First time bondage experience
Covert Affairs, Auggie/Annie, Blindfolded, all her other senses were heightened
Burn Notice, Michael/Fi, Spies live in a constant state of danger. And, sometimes, arousal.

[Themetag: Kinks]

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aestivali
Apr. 26th, 2013 04:02 pm (UTC)
Northanger Abbey, Catherine Morland/Henry Tilney, just because vampires aren't real doesn't mean they can't pretend
matrixrefugee
Apr. 26th, 2013 05:25 pm (UTC)
No fill -- yet
But, oooh, this is perfect!! (I've been RP'ing Cathy for a couple years now, and she's gotten rather obsessed with Anne Rice...)
aestivali
Apr. 29th, 2013 09:27 am (UTC)
Re: No fill -- yet
Hee, it felt appropriate to me. ;D And she definitely seems like the Anne Rice type! I have to wonder what she'd think of Twilight...
matrixrefugee
Apr. 29th, 2013 01:10 pm (UTC)
Re: No fill -- yet
Weeeeellll, I used "regency_twihard" as a user name for her journal, which the folks in my main game find *hilarious* and fitting in its own wacky way (and yes, Cathy has discovered Twilight: she loved the first three books, but the fourth one was brain-bending for her).
mtxref_fic
Jun. 24th, 2013 03:33 am (UTC)
Written, at last...
Late in the evening, the table cleared, and both Catherine and Tilney retired to the sitting room, both to read, sometimes aloud, sometimes finding inspiration for other activities, by way of the tales they read. But tonight, he found her curled on the sofa with a volume of Coleridge, the moon just rising, framed in the window behind her.

"Choosing poetry over prose?" he asked, sitting at her feet, his eye on the book in her hands.

"Yes, his 'Christabel': it reads like a horrid novel, but the lyrics make the story sing," she said. "A mysterious lady who cannot enter a house unless she is invited, a dog barking at peculiar hours, and a mysterious mark upon the person of the lady. All the signs of one thing."

"A long lost heir to a kingdom with peculiar effects on the livestock and an incurable case of shyness?" Tilney asked, airily.

"Mister Tilney, have you no sense of romance?" Cathy teased back. "I meant that she sounded as though she might very well be a vampire."

"But you know that there are no such things as vampires," Tilney replied. "Much less ones which resemble mysterious wandering ladies." His tone sounded crisp, but she could see a glint in his eyes that hinted of possibilities, that his clever mind was forming some impish plan.

She did not see the fruits of his clever wit till much later, when she came from her dressing room to their bedchamber. Usually, he would have joined her by now, but the maid told her that the master of the house had some accounts to tend to and would not be joining her for some time, that she was not to wait up for him. This was unusual, but she thought nothing of it. She settled down on her pillow, covers pulled to her chin, letting herself slip into a peaceful doze.

Hardly five minutes seemed to have passed, when she awoke, a sound disturbing her sleep. Something scratched against the window glass. A branch? But no trees stood close to that side of the house. She sat up, covers clutched to her breast.

((The rest can be read Here.))

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