swordznsorcery: (tardis)
( Jul. 17th, 2017 21:33)
Clocks ticked. So many clocks, lining the walls, ticking and tocking away the seconds of inexorable time. Inexorable, that is, for some. Crawling through the shadows, sonic screwdriver in one hand, a hotch-potch of home-made mischief in the other, came the Doctor. The Clockmaker sought to manipulate time; to twist it to his own evil ends; and the Doctor was the universe's best line of defence. One meddlesome Time Lord, and a great deal of improvising.

Clocks ticked. Time – and so much else – moved on. And yet, mused the Doctor, as she ducked a laser beam, some things never change.
swordznsorcery: (Default)
( Jun. 26th, 2017 20:36)
Title: None
Fandom: Babylon 5
Rating: G
Characters: Ivanova and Marcus


prompt: #047 - shadow


Half shadow, half spider, it hung before them, all sharp spikes and razor edges. Blacker than space; a darkness well beyond anything in human experience. Light seemed to slide off it; to cower from it; to skitter away, and hide itself in places unseen. Ivanova could only sympathise. And they were to fight these things? These shadows that light itself seemed to fear? Beside her, Marcus whispered something in Minbari – a prayer, she thought – then flashed her a wholly incongruous grin. She smiled back. And why not? When light itself was afraid, what else was there to do but smile?
swordznsorcery: (sleepy team)
( Feb. 27th, 2017 20:54)
It took effort (and I admit that I did skip some of the longer and more impenetrable chapters), but I have finished The Brothers Karamazov. Damned if I know what it's about though. I mean, certainly it's the tale of three brothers, and their father is murdered by somebody, but this apparently major event is probably only about a third of the narrative. The rest is wandering down lengthy side trails, talking of ailing schoolboys, boring monks, a veritable barrage of people with assorted ailments, and some people who may or may not be in love with each other. It must surely have been written whilst high. It's the only sensible explanation. (I'm guessing there's at least one level of allegory going on, and certainly there's comparative examples of fatherhood, and the importance of father figures, but jeepers). This is one book I'm not recommending! I've gone back to Sherlock Holmes now, and have just started The Hound Of The Baskervilles. It's a much better story, and Conan Doyle manages to tell in a dozen pages what Dostoevsky needs four hundred to even begin getting around to.

Boy Dominic remains entertaining, although it must be said that Richard Todd's bit of the plot (a short scene at the beginning and end of each episode) is infinitely more engaging than his wide-eyed son, still getting into assorted scrapes in the Yorkshire countryside. Each episode is only half an hour long though, and Brian Blessed is there, so it's enjoyable enough. Just had another Return To Treasure Island alumnus turn up, which was nice. Also falling in love with Sleepy Hollow all over again. Season four has been absolutely splendid so far.

Making use of last.fm's glorious statistics capabilities while it's still there (it seems forever in danger of falling before the unappealing juggernaut of Spotify), I see that my top five artists for the last seven days are:

1. George Harrison (14 plays)
2. The View (13 plays)
3. Kaiser Chiefs
3. Mika
3. Pulp (12 plays each)

I do like a nice list. Elsewhere I am mostly thinking about dragons for I Surrendered, and trying not to get sucked into the world of temptation that is Prompt Amnesty Week over at [community profile] 100words. Every ten weeks you get to choose any of the previous prompts. They are very prompty.

I have finished my cup of tea. Woe.

Bye.
Three drabbles beneath the cut: ... )
swordznsorcery: (Default)
( Feb. 25th, 2017 16:39)
Title: None
Fandom: Babylon 5
Rating: G
Characters: Londo Mollari


prompt: #024: Silence


Space was silent, so it was said. Londo Mollari knew the truth. Space was not silent. It screamed; it sobbed; it wailed with the voices of the dead and the dying. All those Centauri; all those Narns. Faceless statistics that he would carry with him to his own death – and maybe beyond.

Here at least there was silence, of a sort. Here in the Zocalo, in the constant din, the constant to-ing and fro-ing of so many thousands of lifeforms, there was a stillness. A refuge. Here, for a little while, Londo could hide from all that he had done.
swordznsorcery: (Default)
( Feb. 19th, 2017 15:31)
Title: None
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: G
Characters: Buffy and Giles


prompt: #029: Quote V: "It was a dark and stormy night"



"Could that weather be any more horror movie?" Buffy stood at the window, watching forked lightning zigzag earthward, cringing slightly as an especially ferocious thunder peal echoed overhead. "And I have to go hunt demons. Isn't there, like, a good weather clause for Slaying?"

"Unsurprisingly not," said Giles, stake in one hand, oilskin in the other. "Sorry."

"Seriously creepy weather clause?"

"No."

"You're not helping."

"I am. I'm coming with you."

"Giles, no offence, but unless you're a fang-proof, waterproof snuggle blanket..." He looked typically nonplussed, and she sighed. "Never mind – destiny awaits. And my destiny is pneumonia; who knew?"
Keep meaning to mention a new community at DreamWidth, which I think may interest some of you. It's called [community profile] 100words. Each week (Tuesday I think) there's a new prompt posted, and the aim is to write exactly one hundred words inspired by that prompt, directly or indirectly. Can be any fandom, or original - whatever you like, as long as it's exactly one hundred words. So far it's proving to be quite lively, and there's been some good stuff posted. So come and join! :)
swordznsorcery: (Default)
( Feb. 10th, 2017 16:59)
Title: None
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (1978)
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings/Content Warnings/Notes: That might spoil it


prompt: #028 - kairos



The cockpit had always been where he belonged, but it fought him more these days. Age endures discomforts far less readily than youth. Some things, however, need to be done. Some journeys have to be made.

The sun was rising. He had no idea which sun, nor which world it was crowning, but the halo of light was exquisite; his timing, as ever, without fault. He pressed the button, and sent the payload flying off into the dawn.

"Goodbye, Apollo." Watching until the casket vanished into the rising visor of flame, Starbuck turned the Viper about and headed for home.





For Richard Hatch, with respect.
swordznsorcery: (Default)
( Feb. 4th, 2017 01:07)
Title: None
Fandom: Blake's 7
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings/Content Warnings/Notes: None, but some indirect spoilers I guess.


prompt: #027 - rebel



They had never planned for rebellion. Thievery, yes – piracy, maybe. Blake had been the visionary, with his wild dreams of anarchy as salvation; but he had left them. Half of the present crew had never even met him – and yet here they all were, caught in the slipstream of his ideals. Five squabbling outlaws with the galaxy breathing down their necks, either awaiting liberation, or with designs upon the reward. A bewitching psychopath for a shadow, and inevitability chasing at their heels; it was all leading somewhere. Avon only wished there were some room for doubt about where that was.
swordznsorcery: (sleepy team)
( Jan. 20th, 2017 16:49)
Prompt #25: Quote IV:

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien


Title: None
Fandom: Sleepy Hollow
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings/Content Warnings/Notes: Spoilers for end of season three.


The apartment was cold and dark, the steady creep of mildew adding its own special scent to an already heady cocktail of dust and damp, and rotting rubbish borne upon a pervasive draught. Crane sat alone, staring at his one, sole ornament – a photograph of Abigail Mills. Even here, in such different surroundings, her absence cut as deep as any physical wound. Nonetheless, he smiled as he looked at her picture. She was gone these several weeks, but somehow he still seemed to feel her beside him. Now more than ever, she was the light that guided his rootless heart.


Title: None
Fandom: Lucifer (TV)
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings/Content Warnings/Notes: None specifically, though references Lucifer/Chloe.


Somebody – one of the Brittanys, he thought; one of his myriad lovers, at any rate – had once asked him about the preponderance of black in his life. The black suits; the gleaming black piano; the sleek black Corvette that turned so many heads in the City of Angels (the City of Fallen Angels, increasingly). He didn’t remember answering, although he thought that he knew what the answer was. Darkness – a deep, Stygian black – was his friend. So why now was there a flicker of light glowing inside him, threatening the familiar shadows that were all he had chosen to know?
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