A Recommendation and a Meme
If you enjoy Piratefic, and in particular NC-17 Slash Piratefic, and most especially really well written NC-17 Slash Piratefic, I feel I must draw your attention to my recommendation on this week's pirategasm Reccing Ball. I've been wanting to jump up and down and say "OMG Read This!!! for weeks, but the dear authors, tessabeth and viva_gloria, thought it wasn't quite ready until just recently. It is so good I feel like I've received some great present every time another chapter appears on my flist. Which I have.
Many thanks to the_dala for reccing my story, The Parrot and the Pearl on this week's Reccing Ball! That Dala is a sweetie!
There is a First Line Meme going around that is rather interesting. You list the first lines of your fics and others use them as first lines for drabbles or ficlets. Here are mine...
The window was cracked, but clean, with a faded dimity curtain, open to the moonlight.
"…And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."
His mother gone, the house was no longer what it had been: his home.
"Not all treasure is silver and gold'," Will murmured, as if to himself, kissing his affianced wife on the soft, ivory skin of her neck, just behind her perfect pale pink ear.
She opened the door to faint smoke and moonlight, and the heartstopping sight of her niece standing on the doorstep, eyes wide, dirt on her face, hair in disarray!
There was a distant noise, an odd commotion that didn't sound like the aftermath of a successful hanging.
"Jack…Captain! Wake up!"
The finding of Parrot's cache was only the beginning.
“Come on!”
James sat staring into the tiny fire that lit the grate in his study.
Will grinned, following his irate betrothed as she stormed down the terrace steps of the Governor's mansion and into the starlit garden.
"Don't bite your nails."
“Analysis, Spock?”
She’d been lost, for a while, after Will died.
Gifted with a feverish cold by his infant son upon his return from six weeks of successful pillaging and plundering on the Black Pearl, Jack lay abed with his wife one afternoon, having been persuaded to nap during the heat of the day in consideration of his fragile health.
Jack Sparrow called a greeting to Rachel, trotted lightheartedly up the stairs and strode down the hall toward his bedroom, entering without ceremony.
"It's yer last night, lad. A man shouldn't be alone the night before his wedding! Here, have a nip."
Against all logic, the Vaillant had not surrendered.
Well, it was like this, y'see.
The light was fading to gold in the cabin by the time he'd finished his stories.
He had a few regrets, had Bill Turner.
“Wow! This looks like a real pirate ship! Who the hell’re you?”
Jack hissed as the blade sliced deep into his left shoulder, clean through coat, shirt, skin and muscle.
“By the Saints, Jack! Yer own mother wouldn’t know you!” exclaimed Joshamee Gibbs, gaping into the gold-framed mirror that reflected back the image of the Captain of the Black Pearl.
There was no moon.
In other news, Duchess, beloved and esteemed feline of ladymora and dr_mrow has come for a visit this weekend, as her Mum and Dad are off to the SCA's Great Western War (and are also getting the Mrow Estate tented for termites). So far our resident cats have been pretty laid back about this intruder being thrust into their midst. Hopefully, all will be well and they will get along swimmingly. Updates will follow.
Many thanks to the_dala for reccing my story, The Parrot and the Pearl on this week's Reccing Ball! That Dala is a sweetie!
There is a First Line Meme going around that is rather interesting. You list the first lines of your fics and others use them as first lines for drabbles or ficlets. Here are mine...
The window was cracked, but clean, with a faded dimity curtain, open to the moonlight.
"…And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."
His mother gone, the house was no longer what it had been: his home.
"Not all treasure is silver and gold'," Will murmured, as if to himself, kissing his affianced wife on the soft, ivory skin of her neck, just behind her perfect pale pink ear.
She opened the door to faint smoke and moonlight, and the heartstopping sight of her niece standing on the doorstep, eyes wide, dirt on her face, hair in disarray!
There was a distant noise, an odd commotion that didn't sound like the aftermath of a successful hanging.
"Jack…Captain! Wake up!"
The finding of Parrot's cache was only the beginning.
“Come on!”
James sat staring into the tiny fire that lit the grate in his study.
Will grinned, following his irate betrothed as she stormed down the terrace steps of the Governor's mansion and into the starlit garden.
"Don't bite your nails."
“Analysis, Spock?”
She’d been lost, for a while, after Will died.
Gifted with a feverish cold by his infant son upon his return from six weeks of successful pillaging and plundering on the Black Pearl, Jack lay abed with his wife one afternoon, having been persuaded to nap during the heat of the day in consideration of his fragile health.
Jack Sparrow called a greeting to Rachel, trotted lightheartedly up the stairs and strode down the hall toward his bedroom, entering without ceremony.
"It's yer last night, lad. A man shouldn't be alone the night before his wedding! Here, have a nip."
Against all logic, the Vaillant had not surrendered.
Well, it was like this, y'see.
The light was fading to gold in the cabin by the time he'd finished his stories.
He had a few regrets, had Bill Turner.
“Wow! This looks like a real pirate ship! Who the hell’re you?”
Jack hissed as the blade sliced deep into his left shoulder, clean through coat, shirt, skin and muscle.
“By the Saints, Jack! Yer own mother wouldn’t know you!” exclaimed Joshamee Gibbs, gaping into the gold-framed mirror that reflected back the image of the Captain of the Black Pearl.
There was no moon.
In other news, Duchess, beloved and esteemed feline of ladymora and dr_mrow has come for a visit this weekend, as her Mum and Dad are off to the SCA's Great Western War (and are also getting the Mrow Estate tented for termites). So far our resident cats have been pretty laid back about this intruder being thrust into their midst. Hopefully, all will be well and they will get along swimmingly. Updates will follow.