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thebattycakes ([personal profile] thebattycakes) wrote in [community profile] ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
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What? No DE AGAIN?

What a bunch of slackers y'all are. Pfft.

It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.

Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!

Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?

OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!

PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/

And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.

Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!

So:

Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!

Easy, no? Fun, yes?

Aright then, let's go get 'em!


[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]

Bones/Olya, The Aftermath

[identity profile] bodldops.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
He can tell she's tired, bone-deep tired that she doesn't show often (or ever). She's a barely preceptible weight in his arms, a compact bundle he's not entirely sure how to hold. Their apartment seems colder than usual, despite the bright summer sun streaming through the bay windows, so he forces the fireplace to produce what she'd call a real fire with a determination he's sure she'd approve of.

"Damnit, Olya. I'm a doctor, not a veterinarian." He finally growls in frustration, giving the battered owl a frustrated, agonized stare.

The owl huffs at him, and he hopes, briefly, this won't last long enough that he'll have to go find baby mice for dinner.