I had no idea what the hell was going on but, much like dreaming, I supose it is best if one just surrenders one's brain and enjoys the ride.
Characters: Barbossa, Jack, a bit of Murtogg and Mullroy
Word Count: 400-ish
Rating: G
Prompt: Colourless
A/N: I like to think that, if they don't finally agree to co-captaining her, which they never would, because both men are just that stubborn, Barbossa and Jack play catch-the-Pearl 'til the end of time and will continually steal it from out of the other's hands for ever and ever. I wrote it because I've always wondered what it is that Barbossa would put on his flag, 'cause I refuse to believe that the skull and crossed cutlasses is his because... well, it isn't. I'm so much a nerd that, right from CotB, when they raised that flag I was like "OMG, why are they showing Jack Rackham's flag?" 'Cause it is. Or maybe there's a fic behind that, too, I don't know.
Word Count: 482
Characters: Barbossa, Captain Teague
Prompt: Why?
Summary: In which we find that Barbossa respects the elder Sparrow considerably more than his son. And the prompt I picked was 'Why?' because this is an explanation of why Barbossa didn't do anything particularly harmful to Jack, though he had numerous occasions to do so. And the character of Teague is awesome, more than just because he was played by Keith Richards.
Word Count: 798
Characters: Barbossa, a few OCs
Rating: G
Prompt: Mother
Word Count: 262
Rating: G
Fandom: PotC
Prompt: If
Summary: Barbossa ponders on what life he might have lead.
Title: The Monster Slayer
Word Count: 1007
Rating: PG (for a spot of violence)
Fandom: PotC
Prompt: He
Summary: A bit of backstory and much purple prose and Barbossa's last thoughts.
April is National Poetry Month, so when you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.
Reading the Entrails: A Rondel
They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate--
The cards and stars that tumble as they will.
Tomorrow manifests and brings the bill
For every kiss and kill, the small and great.
You want to know the future, love? Then wait:
I'll answer your impatient questions. Still--
They'll call it chance or luck, or call it Fate,
the cards and stars that tumble as they will.
I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late,
You will not see me; you may feel a chill.
I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,
And that will be your future on a plate.
They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it fate.
-Neil Gaiman
'Tis St. Patrick's day. A day for all Americans to get drunk and watch parades and wear green and pinch everyone who isn't and eat corned-beef.
I for one will be wearing a little bit of green, and celebrating by listening all day to the Dropkick Murphys and Flogging Molly and settling down with some coffee to watch Father Ted.
Happy St. Patrick's day to all, and may your hangovers not be too vicious in the morning!
So, expect to find on this journal random ramblings (you can just skip over those), fanfic, and icons. I attempted fanart, but I suck when using a tablet, so plz to be ignoring my sorry attempts.
I'm into Pirates of the Caribbean (as you expect, I'm sure), Lost, Harry Potter, reading practically anything, and a dozen other things that aren't coming to mind.
Cheers!
Title: Brief Un-Lives
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean/Sandman
Characters: Barbossa, Various Endless
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: Aproximately 500
Rating: G
Summary: The damned crew of the Black Pearl, Barbossa especially, have caught the attention of the two Endless whose attention you'd probably want least.
Author's Notes: This is reposted from a challenge at
whore4hector
- Mood:
wounded
MY ANKLE IS F*CKING BROKEN.
And of all the messed up ways to do it, I was just walking when it happened.
No softball. No PE. No softball. I can't even walk more than a couple of blocks on my cast. No softball.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Consolation, plz?
So that's my cat Sassy in the first one. In the second picture, there's a ceramic mask I made a couple of years ago and some little dolphins I got in Mexico last spring break. And the last one is most of my face. Looking vaguely stoned.
- Mood:
bored
Hot Fictional Boys
It must be something about villains that attracts me, 'Cause if I tried to make a move on about half those guys, I'd probably end up with my limbs missing. Or eaten, in the case of #7. Not that I'd get near any of them, if they existed, of course. More like admire them from afar; quite a few of them have absolutely abyssmal personalities. And the animated/pixelated two are more of a kiddie crush than anything else, really.
And when I said Hannibal Lecter, specifically the man who appears behind a crazy-hospital's glass wall in Silence of the Lambs: Not the Not-Very-Lecter-like cheesey slasher villain in Hannibal, nor the whiny emo boy in the considerably more recent (it came out today, I think) Hannibal Rising. And Jack Sparrow (nor any pirate, really) I wouldn't get near with a ten-foot pole. I mean, the guy is a walking STD.
And then there's Sayid, who is sweet and good looking but also extremely dangerous. I could go on and on, but instead I'll say that, speaking of Sayid, he's been signifcantly lacking in the latest Lost. 'Course there's always time to bring him back and there hasn't been much of anyone in these late episodes besides Jack and Kate and Sawyer and Others (with a capital, mind you). I think I might be the only one who feels any sort of liking towards Juliette, but I do.
And... that's about it.
PS
ZOMG, thinking of various Lost Boys has reminded me that Desmond is hot. That is all.
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma
Prompt: Water, Sunrise, Death
Word Count: 163, 210, 263
Happy New Year and stuff!!!

And here is a picture of fireworks over the bay
Um...
Modify or whatever you want; I'm a firm believer that people shouldn't have to be so up-tight about their icons, but comments would indeed be love, and as would crediting them to me.
On a random note, I have no idea where the quote from #6 came from, but I know I've seen it somewhere. And those are Bob Dylan lyrics in #4 and a quote from Marlowe's Faust in #10, not that you can read it.

