It's Ink That Lies...

Plaits and Pursed Lips- 83

2009-09-25T21:24:01Z

83 Weakness

He couldn’t quite believe it was the 18th. And to think it was Locksley himself who reminded him of the day, he scowled. He had no right to remind him it was his mother’s birthday, or that it would have been. Of course, Locksley didn’t know- nor would he have cared.

He felt her approach more than he heard her. She brushed past him, her hand falling on his shoulder for a second, and sat down a few paces away. She didn’t say anything, didn’t acknowledge him outside the brief second her hand had touched him.

She looked a little like his mother- around the eyes and her hair, if it wasn’t for all the plaits. He lowered his head onto his knees, only noticing the angry tears when he tasted them. She never moved from her spot but he felt her hand in his hair.

It was hard to say how long they both sat there- crying silently while she stroked his hair- but when he was done she stood and leaned over him, pressing a kiss into his hair, and walked away.

Plaits and Pursed Lips- 36

2009-09-25T21:22:41Z

36 Flower

He watched Meg run from one side of the clearing to another and sighed heavily as he dropped down to sit at the base of a tree. When Anne had asked him to take care of her while she helped Elle treat another sick child, he’d thought he was getting out of doing the truly hard work. She had conveniently forgotten to mention, however, the amount of sheer energy the little girl had.

She had nearly made him fall in the river, had him trek through half the forest (or so it seemed to him), talked his ear off, and had all but demanded that he take her somewhere she could pick flowers. When he had tried convincing her that there were no flowers she’d given him a straight look, put her hands on her hips, and pursed her lips. He’d laughed so hard he’d nearly cried. She couldn’t have been any more than six years old but she’d mimicked her aunt’s look so perfectly that he felt as though it had been a younger Anne, and not her niece, demanding flowers.

So now he sat, watching her pick flowers, and knowing he might as well have been looking into Anne's past.

Plaits and Pursed Lips- 53

2009-09-25T21:21:09Z

53 Earth

The fall was not quite so hard as she had expected; she found her pride more injured than her rear, or even the food she’d been carrying. She’d made a face and glared at the dirt beneath her before turning to glare at whoever was laughing at her.

While she didn’t immediately recognize him or remember his name, she soon realized she’d seen him before. She had spotted him on the streets every now and then, heard the villagers talk of him, knew him to be something of a trouble maker; Elle had already marked him for a life as an outlaw. Huffily, she stood and dusted herself off. “Glad you’re amused.”

He laughed again and threw a “Very.” her way before he came forward and began gathering what she’d dropped. She kneeled down as well and dusted off a loaf of bread before putting it back in its sack. Dropping the last loaf in he stood with the rough sack and handed it to her when she had straightened out.

Almost grudgingly, her pride still stinging, she thanked him and, after a moment, introduced herself. “Anne.” She said with a nod.

Plaits and Pursed Lips- 52

2009-06-04T01:28:43Z

52 Fire

“Bull, pass the mead.” He held his hand out expectantly, staring at roaring fire in front of him. Or, perhaps, just past the fire at the whelp trying to woo Anne. He was young, blue-eyed and baby-faced, and he’d been grinning at her all day.

Anne, despite sometimes frightening men away, was a very sociable person and had made little, if any, attempt to dissuade the boy in his conversations. He was sitting a little too close, in Will’s honest opinion, and was grinning far too much to be trusted. He saw her lean away from him as the boy scooted closer.

He was up and moving across their circle before he realized what he was doing. The fire cast shadows across his face as he looked down at the whelp, making him seem a frightful, foreboding figure. When the boy had scurried away he sat himself down beside her, ignoring the look she was giving him.

Plaits and Pursed Lips- 25

2009-06-02T04:10:51Z

25 Party

The festivities were well underway; Fanny had born a strong son and was yet living herself, that was enough for a celebration. The fires were bright, the music lively, and the Maid Marian Locksley had brought looked quite lovely.

“May I have this dance?” She took the flower gladly but Locksley was there in an instant, claiming his territory. Once more he had been bested by Robin Hood. Scowling, he moved away from the festivities. Anne stood a few steps from a hut.

His face brightened on seeing her- she looked rather comely, if not for the pursed lips and sour face. “Anne, dance with me.” He held out his hand.

She scowled- worse than him, he thought. “Go to hell.” She stormed past and, try as he might, he couldn’t figure out how he’d been rejected twice.

Writer's Block: My Biggest Environmental Pet Peeve

2009-06-01T04:57:16Z

Littering, long showers, not recycling... What's your biggest pet peeve about the way some people (mis)treat our planet?

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Littering, ugh! Littering, littering, littering. Just gets to me, you know.

Big cars are a pain too, but littering just drives me up the wall.

Plaits and Pursed Lips - 96

2009-06-01T04:04:41Z

A series of drabbles I set as a challenge to myself all for Mr. Will Scarlet à la Christian Slater in Prince of Thieves. In my personal opinion he didn't get enough love, and I'm all about Will Scarlet love. I had to set this grievance right.

96 Watching

The past months had been nothing but trouble, in his very esteemed opinion. Who did he think he was, this Locksley noble? Who was he to come back from his stupid holy war and decide he was like them? Who was he to risk their lives? Who was he to become defender of the people?

His ~~sulking~~ brooding was interrupted when a hand thwaped the back of his head. He turned but he had a good idea who it was before he even saw the plait draped over her shoulder.

“Stop staring, Scarlet. People will start talking."

Will Scarlet

2009-05-30T23:23:10Z

001.	OTP	002.	Couple	003.	Cry	004.	Laugh	005.	Anger
006.	Control	007.	Trouble	008.	Cops	009.	Hospital	010.	Sickness
011.	Blue	012.	Red	013.	Black	014.	White	015.	Colors
016.	Shapes	017.	Sizes	018.	Length	019.	Height	020.	Circle
021.	Square	022.	Diamond	023.	Triangle	024.	Star	025.	Party
026.	Parents	027.	Aunt	028.	Uncle	029.	Brother	030.	Sister
031.	Music	032.	Feelings	033.	Worried	034.	Happy	035.	Sadness
036.	Flower	037.	Tree	038.	Seed	039.	Hardships	040.	Teammates
041.	Pets	042.	Kids	043.	Books	044.	Trips	045.	Business
046.	Sports	047.	Meetings	048.	Smell	049.	Taste	050.	Touch
051.	Water	052.	Fire	053.	Earth	054.	Air	055.	Storm
056.	Friends	057.	Ex-Friends	058.	Enemies	059.	Lovers	060.	Ex-Lover
061.	Snow	062.	Rain	063.	Heat	064.	Fall	065.	Hope
066.	Presents	067.	Kidnapping	068.	Weeks	069.	Months	070.	Years
071.	Time	072.	Minutes	073.	Hours	074.	Seconds	075.	Days
076.	Death	077.	Life	078.	Rebirth	079.	Heal	080.	Curse
081.	Strength	082.	Power	083.	Weakness	084.	Jealousy	085.	Fame
086.	Table	087.	Paper	088.	Matches	089.	She	090.	He
091.	Birthday	092.	Holiday	093.	Dark	094.	Light	095.	New Year
096.	Watching	097.	Writer‘s Choice	098.	Writer‘s Choice	099.	Writer‘s Choice	100.	Writer‘s Choice

I'm back!!

2009-02-18T01:58:22Z

And has it ever been a long time. Jeez.

I'll be back, and with a vengeance.

totallyforgot @ 2008-03-17T09:28:00

2008-03-18T01:29:04Z

Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results

Warmth	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Intellect	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Emotional Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	54%
Aggressiveness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Liveliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	54%
Dutifulness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Social Assertiveness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Sensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Abstractness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Introversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Anxiety	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	42%
Openmindedness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Independence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Perfectionism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Tension	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	38%

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Newspapers.

2008-03-02T21:07:52Z

Haha. I was in the paper and I didn't even know it. Good thing I have friends who read all the papers.

http://www.newschief.com/article/20080301/ARTICLES/356028

My future.

2008-02-24T04:51:42Z

             Alarm rings at nine (if at all), I fall out of bed, pull back the curtains and blink at the Moroccan sun. Stop for breakfast, t'aamiyya, at a street-side snack bar in Cairo. A quick jog through Milatos beach in Crete before returning to the hotel (small and quaint) for a shower. Lunch of polenta outside a Bucharest café, Russian sweet bread for dessert, with a notebook propped on my knee, ready to be filled with fantastical stories.
            A long, leisurely stroll through the cobble-stoned streets of Rome. Dinner, Beef Bourguignon, at an Avignon restaurant. Bed by midnight in a cozy Liverpool inn, laptop open to a word document, my latest international article nearly done. Alarm rings at nine (if at all), I fall out of bed, pull back the curtains and blink at the Helsinki sun, in St. Petersburg by brunch.
            Perfection.

Random response.

2008-02-24T03:56:33Z

"He's going to save the world."

I glared at the floor between my legs for a few minutes longer before looking up. I wanted to say 'What if I want to save the world' possibly 'I hope you rot' but that second one sounded too much like him.

The tile under my boots was glaringly white. I purposely scuffed it before looking up. First at him, lying there, asleep and completely obvlivious that people were plotting out his destiny for him. Then at the ceiling, cold, gray, like the rest of the building, and everyone in it.

I swallowed roughly, looked down at my dark purple nails, and sighed.

"I know."

Prompt response.

2008-02-21T22:50:20Z

The future was written in the sands of the desert where time and wind and man himself could shift it. Erasing completely one line for another.

And the gods did say "How silly, these mortals, they cannot see."

And the mortals replied in style "How silly, these gods, who do not know us."

Part II of the Second Series of Random Prompt Responses

2008-02-20T00:14:17Z

This was ridiculous. The crowd was dead. I couldn’t stand this any longer. I shoved and elbowed my way out of the listless mob of people.

Someone stepped on my shoe. I growled angrily as I threw open the back doors.

“Goddam!”

I groaned. I knew that voice.

“Christ! Are you out to kill me?”

“Well, now that you mention it, it’s not a bad idea.”

He glared at me. I smiled.

He pinched his nose gingerly. He winced and doubled his glared.

“Oh stop being such a baby.” I made a face at him and bent down to examine my shoes. My eyes narrowed at the sight of my, now soiled, shoelaces. Stupid people.

“I see. Clearly your shoelaces are more important than the fact that you could have just broken my nose.”

I didn’t miss a beat. “Yep.”

He growled, a little like I had earlier, and through his hands up in the air.

“Does that bother you?” I grinned.

“What?” He scoffed. “The fact that your shoelaces matter more than me?” He scoffed again.

“You didn’t answer.” I said sing-songly. Because that was obviously a word, a proper adverb, you know.

He didn’t bother to answer. Instead he walked away, down the side of the building.

“You are so sensitive.” I said, standing with a sigh. “Just like a child.”

“Better than a maniac.” He shouted over his shoulder.

“Hardly.” I brushed my jacket off.

“Besides, I’m not the one who kissed the maniac.”

He shrugged from where he was.

“I wasn’t the one who kissed back.” It was my turn to glare “Pedophile.”

How It All Began

2008-02-14T23:30:02Z

Title: How It All Began
Author: totallyforgot
Rating: G
Characters/ Pairings: Little Much, Robin, and Marian. Much/Marian
Warnings: None.
Notes: Originally written for fyrethief as a Prize for winning my Carter Thingathon. It is super late but it's done. Unlike poor kalesbohan , whose I'm still working on.

“I won’t marry you.” She said defiantly.

A young Robin of Locksley looked stricken. “Why not?” He couldn’t understand.

“Because,” began Marian “you are a spoiled brat, an annoying boy, and I love someone else.”

It had all started out innocently enough.

A day like any other and Sir Edward had brought Marian to Locksley Manor, despite her many protests that she did not wish to play with “that boy”. Edward had told her to, in so many words, deal with it, he wished to speak with Lord Locksley. Marian had crossed her arms, pouted, and promised herself she would play instead with the other boy, Much.

Much, she liked. Even if he did everything Robin told him to.

When they’d arrived Robin had been sitting atop a fence post, Much at his feet, grinning that silly little grin boys have. Marian glared.

They’d been left to their devices, scattered off into the village, and ended up in a fight. Not surprising.

Robin tripped Marian. Marian yelled at him. He denied it. Much tried his best to clean up. Robin laughed. And Marian didn’t pull her punches. What was surprising is how they’d ended up.

Marian, hunched over, had been trying to fix her hair, pulled at by an angry Robin, when he had proposed to her.

Robin, eye bruising, had looked up at her from his spot in the dirt, spoke through a swelling lip, when he had proposed to her.

Much, mouth agape, had been trying to tidy up his master, all but exhausted, when he had proposed to her.

Cheek stinging from a stray punch, Much looked up at Marian, down at his master, then back up. “Someone else?” Like Robin, he could not understand. Who could be better than his master.

Marian had not answered, simply turned on her heel and started back to the Manor. Robin and Much looked at each other.

“Someone else?” Robin repeated. “Who else? Who would even like a girl like her.”

“You.” Much pointed out. Robin scowled.

It would be later, when she was about to leave, that Marian spoke with Much.

“Who else?” He tried to rub out a stain from their earlier scuffle from his tunic. “Who could be better than my master?”

Marian smiled and patted him on the head, she was a full forehead taller than him (and nearly a whole head taller than Robin, much to his chagrin) and moved to enter the carriage.

Robin sulked moodily beside a post. He tenderly prodded the black and blue bruise on his eye. Childish as it may have been (and Robin was not a child, no, sir) Robin stuck his tongue out at her. She responded as was proper, she stuck her tongue out at him and made a face.

Much, ever the faithful, obedient, and respectful “servant” helped Marian into the carriage. Grinning mischievously, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. Much flushed and nearly slipped from the carriage step.

Robin’s mouth dropped.

As she rolled away, Edward still scolding her for her unladylike behavior (“Fighting with Robin! Of all things!”), Robin and Much looked at each other.

“You?” Robin sputtered. “She likes you better?” Much only starred wide-eyed. “Well, that’s fine. You can have her.”

Another Prompt response. Part I

2008-02-11T02:22:55Z

I love these things. They can be so random.

His leg shook nervously.

It was driving me mad. I roughly kicked him with an olive green converse, falling apart at the seams, with bright white shoe-laces (I hated dirty shoe-laces).

He looked up at me, a strange mixture of nervousness, anger, and insult on his face.

It made me laugh.

He scowled and crossed his arms, leaning back in the seat.

I rolled my eyes and played with the hem of my shirt.

I think that possibly, maybe, I’m falling for you.

Strange time to start singing commercial jingles. Stranger for me to care.

Now he rolled his eyes. His leg shook nervously.

I glared and lifted my foot to kick him again. He stopped. Smart boy.

Yes, there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you.

His lip curled disdainfully. It’s a word he’d probably use to describe it, too. Figures, I was starting to talk like him.

I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down,
I want to come too.

“Would you stop that?”

I grinned like a cat. “Is it bothering you?”

I think that possibly, maybe, I’m falling for you.

I leaned forward on my knees and sang to him. Just to irritate him. Just a little.

“Yes, it’s bothering me.” He leaned away.

“Good.”

No one understands me quite like you do,

“I hope you rot.”

Through all of the shadowy corners of me.

“Christ.”

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop,
I love so much.

“Just shut up.” He tried to cram his head between his legs.

All of the while I never knew,
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop,
I love so much,
All the while I never knew.

“I swear, I’ll shut you up.”

I think that possibly, maybe, I’m fall-

I didn’t even react when he stood up. Till he kissed me.

“Yes, there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you.”

4th and long overdue prompt response.

2008-02-11T00:27:50Z

Today will be beautiful, she says to herself. Today will be beautiful despite the horrid muggy weather. Today will be beautiful despite the rough morning. Today will be beautiful despite their scornful looks.

It ran like a mantra through her head.

It was hard to have dreams and hopes she found. Having dreams meant not giving up like everyone else. Not falling into the slums of everyday mediocrity. And that was hard.

Everyone else had done it. They seemed happy. That was enough to make her hate it.

Such a silly girl. Such foolish people. What crazy dreams. What boring lives. How far she’ll fall. I’ll show you.

And she would. Or she’d die trying.

Better than to die doing nothing.

What Time of Day

2008-02-05T20:12:58Z

Woop!!

2008-01-22T20:12:42Z

OMG! Haha. No, calming down now.

Sooooo...

I GOT INTO STETSON!!!

Mom seemed to be quite sure I would but I wasn't so much. Silly mom.

In Florida all students in the top 20% percentile of their class are automatically accepted into any public university in Florida (even though they take their sweet time letting you know). Stetson is not public.

And so, I'm not sure I can afford it.

Fandom!!!

2008-01-17T00:33:17Z

Name a fandom I'm into and I will tell you:

1. The first character I fell in love with:
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
4. The character I love that everyone else hates:
5. The character I would shag anytime:
6. The character I'd want to be like:
7. The character I'd slap:
8. A pairing that I love:
9. A pairing that I despise:
10. Favorite character:
11. What are your five favorite things about your fandom?
12. What are your five least favorite things about your fandom?
13. Who are your five favorite characters?
14. Who are your five least favorite characters?
15. What are your five favorite pairings?
16. What are your five least favorite pairings?
17. Which character are you most like?
18. What is your deep, dark fandom secret?

My mind. Hmm.

2008-01-14T02:17:09Z

Sneezing sucks to the max.

2008-01-07T23:12:42Z

I hate being sick!!

Okay, everyone does, no doubt. I don't usually mind all too much. I can handle the sore throat and stuffy nose but this time something's different.

I've always hold my sneezes back, it's just a habit and now I have to prepare to let myself sneeze. But now, everytime I sneeze I get such a horrid pain in my left arm that I can't do anything with it. It hurts to stretch, or move it. I can't even reach back to fix my ponytail.

It's killing me. Especially because I can't seem to stop sneezing. And it hurts when I cough too.

:( *sniffle*

TreatMuchRight Challenge- Man's Best Friend

2008-01-06T02:42:59Z

Author: totallyforgot
Title: Man's Best Friend.
Challenge: Write a fic in which an item of Much’s equipment features prominently (e.g. his shield or that sweet jumper).
Rating: G.
Notes: None really. Spoilers for the 2nd series, but barely.

“He compared me to his bow.”

He sputtered while she laughed. “No.” He was appalled, his master was an idiot.

She nodded and showed him the ring, which was appalling in itself. “It was sweet, though.” She paused when he raised an eyebrow. “Somehow.”

~*~*~*~

Despite his scorn and laughter at Robin’s unconventional proposal, it had made him think. If Marian was Robin’s bow, what was he?

Much stood from the stew he was tending. Needs salt, he thought bitterly.

He was alone for the moment. Will and Djaq had gone to deliver food to a village woman and her newborn, no doubt they would after go get honey. Much snorted.

Robin and Little John were hunting and Much sorely wished they’d find more than just rabbit. He swore, when the King Returned and they were all pardoned, he would never eat rabbit again.

Paying as little attention as he was he tripped over a bundle Will had left on the ground. A sword slid out, one they had collected from a resisting nobleman, and clanged against a shield.

That was it! He let out a small whoop. He was Robin’s shield.

Well, back when he used a shield, in the Holy Land. He had since then fallen out of custom, but Much still carried a shield. He was the only one.

Even when Robin didn’t want it, didn’t think he needed it, Much was his protection. If anyone knew what it was to be Much, it was his shield. That is, if shields were to suddenly become human (and what a lovely human his shield would make, he thought). It gave him a sense of satisfaction.

~*~*~*~

“Much, what are you doing?”

Rather than tending the stew, or cleaning, as was his habit, Robin had found Much huddled over a piece of gleaming metal he had only just recognized as his shield.

The stew seemed to have been forgotten, probably getting cold. The camp was in quite the same disorganized state as when they had left, if not a little messier. Worse yet, Much had been talking to the shield.

Much couldn’t help but jump in place. Little John and his master stood at the entrance with amused, and confused, expressions. Much jutted his chin forward proudly.

“What? Can a man no longer speak with his shield?” He passed a cloth over the edge and polished the already well polished metal.

“Sure,” began Robin, stepping over the same bundle Much had earlier tripped on. “If I’d ever known a man to talk to his shield.” He and Little John shared a laugh.

“Well, I choose to speak to my shield, it understands me.” Yes, he realized how ridiculous that sounded. No, he did not care. “You are marrying your bow.”

Little John choked back a laugh and looked questioningly at Robin who turned just slightly redder than was natural. “I am not marrying my bow.”

“But you’re marrying Marian, and you compared her to your bow. Same thing.”

Robin sputtered. “It is not the same thing, Much.”

But Much would have none of it, he just set the shield down on his bunk and returned to the neglected stew.

When Will and Djaq returned later that night they would find Little John fighting back laughter, Much pointedly ignoring them all, and Robin staring intently at Much’s shield before standing and moving away briskly.

“Stupid shield.” They heard him mutter.

My name!

2008-01-05T01:22:07Z

What Katherin Means

You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.

You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.

People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

You have the classic "Type A" personality.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.

You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.

You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.

Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.

Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.

You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.

At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.

You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.

You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.

You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.

You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?