.au prompts; turkeys; sexy music

[aesc]

Despite the long projects I'm excited to work on, I can't focus. Maybe I'm too excited, or else they don't have enough direction yet for me to start writing them. So.

.au prompts. SGA (John/Rodney preferred) or SPN. Give me an AU prompt, serious or cracked out beyond all belief, canon or complete, historical, fantasy, animal, genderswap, whatever you can think of, there is no limit, and you can be as specific or as general as you'd like. And I will write a swatch of something for you.

So, yis, prompt please!

.turkeys. The first turkeys of the new year, in the yard!





Their usual habit is to go through the yard, cross the stream (since it's mostly iced over now, they walk across), go up the hill on the opposite bank, through the yard of the house on the other side, and back up the street to the forest where they live.

.sexy music I've been listening a lot to the 2007 Crossroads Guitar Festival and asds;lkjdf another hot song: Doyle Bramhall II on "Rosie." Meep.

Comments

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Oh my god. John is totally the Mannequin in this, right? Wow. Just. Wow. He was, like, an Egyptian prince that wanted to make flying machines and some crazy bitch cursed him because he crashed one into her temple and now Rodney, the poor grad student, is stuck window dressing to pay the bills!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

This actually reminds me of a story I wrote where there's this mannequin that this boy and his best friend bring to life, and at first it's a lot of fun, but the mannequin starts going insane because he wants to be a real person but he can't be, and he almost kills the boy's parents before the kids kill him. I think they stab him in the chest with a pair of scissors and then melt him down.

I was, um, ten at the time, I think.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

You were a very disturbed child, my dear. *pats you and backs up a few feet*

That's not really romantic comedy material, either. I don't really want John to get stabbed and melted down, okay? Please? *sniffles pitifully*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

It occurs to me that, if I was a fourth-grader today and wrote that story, I'd probably be in the news. "Fourth-grader writes chilling tale of insanity, murder. Parents questioned over upbringing."

I don't really want John to get stabbed and melted down, okay?

No, no, I don't do things like that to boys. Turn them into turkeys, yes, but no melting down or stabbing.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*snicker* I am just glad no one stifled your creativity as a child because then would wouldn't have John & Rodney Wild Turkey Theater.

No, no, I don't do things like that to boys. Turn them into turkeys, yes, but no melting down or stabbing.

And that's why I adore you. ;)