supercilious: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7iVsdRbhnc (Washington » and his gallant stroll)
Fireman Sam ([personal profile] supercilious) wrote in [community profile] ruffians2015-03-14 12:04 pm
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→ LET'S PARTY



  1. Pick a loser.
    (there are specific posts for eames, destiny characters, and overwatch characters)

  2. Leave a comment with your character and put which one of mine you want in the header.

  3. Leave a prompt! Be it a picture or an idea or something you hijacked from a meme.

  4. If it's a meme overflow, link the original thread because I'm a baby with a bad memory.

  5. Or leave it blank and I'll try to think up something.

  6. NSFW content goes here.

  7. And a great time was had by all



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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2018-09-08 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy frowns in deep thought. "Alright. Pinterest in your mind, kind of. But with... a whole world, I suppose." It was interesting, and incredibly complicated, but for her, relating it to something she knew was making it just a bit easier.
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[personal profile] falsify 2018-09-24 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that's a way to think about it, sure. Eames doesn't comment, either way. Instead he leads the rest of the way up the path to a set of french doors framed by lattice fencing and flowering ivy, and slides them open.

On the other side is a little paved area with a small table and seats that overlook a hills and fields. It's a beautiful scene, vaguely European with an early afternoon sun.

"So, first step--" He walks over to the table and pulls a chair out for Nancy, "I'm just going to try a few things to get a feel for your aptitude."
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[personal profile] stauncherhearted 2018-10-08 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The doors seem so perfect in the vineyard, like they'd always been there. She steps through them wordlessly, admiring the new view in front of her. With a nod of appreciation towards Eames, she glides into her chair, crossing her legs at the knees, and leaning forward.

"Alright- hold on." She closes her eyes for a moment and screws up her nose. This is a dream. She can imagine whatever she wants. When she opens her eyes, there's a bottle of rare gin on the table and a martini glass. Absolutely perfect. And time to see if you can drink in a dream.