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lmx_v3point3 at 12:17am on 01/12/2011 under fanart, fandom: angel, fandom: buffy the vampire slayer, fandom: castle, fandom: dollhouse, fandom: dr who, fandom: firefly, fandom: fringe, fandom: leverage, fanfiction, fanvid, whedonland
lmx_v3point3 at 12:17am on 01/12/2011 under fanart, fandom: angel, fandom: buffy the vampire slayer, fandom: castle, fandom: dollhouse, fandom: dr who, fandom: firefly, fandom: fringe, fandom: leverage, fanfiction, fanvid, whedonlandWow, late on posting this...
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Based on supplied bases - still trying to work out whose... Claim if they were yours!
Book Cover
Video
Still don't know why Vimeo squished this into the corner and added a random grey bar at the bottom. Will try to reupload at some point.
http://vimeo.com/27056618
Other Stuff
LJ username and title for Adelle Dewitt:
Username: icequeenfallen
Title: One Day Someone Will Tell Me If I Saved The World Or Destroyed It
Fic: Making Style Your Own
Prompt: Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess. - Edna Woolman Chase
Cordelia studied another Vogue model in glossy magazine print, and then looked over her mish-mash of old clothes, charity shop buys and end-of-roll pieces of cloth. She could do something with this. She could. It didn't matter that she barely had a cent to her name, because she was a girl with style, and style was all that mattered out here in L.A.
She debated whether last year's wide-neck could pass for this year's open-neck if she put a couple of stitches into the collar. Or maybe she could use a waistcoat to cover her shoulders and hide the neckline altogether. Waistcoats weren't technically in this month - but that wasn't to say they were specifically out.
Fashion was all about having something that looked absolutely perfect and fitted with the contents of the most recent magazines - she remembered living a life based on fashion. But style... style was all about confidence. If she could walk out there and into an audition in a collection of clothes from the last ten years, claiming that it was the most 'now' look in the world... *that* was style.
To The Letter
c/o Angel Investigations
Hyperion Hotel
4121 Wilshire Blvd
L.A.
18th December 2000,
For delivery 1st June 2001.
My child,
My beautiful child. You cannot imagine the depth of my desire to have seen you live your life and thrive in it. That thing that we made, Angel and I - and how rare that concept, for us to have made rather than destroyed - in our desire to have more time together on this earth; that life. I don't begrudge you one moment of it.
I feel I should tell you something of how you were made, of how my loyal fang-born tried to save me even at the cost of his own life and instead created a life within me. Maybe I should tell you about our lives together back when we were soulless both, and revelling in it. They aren't the stories for a child, however, and I dare not delay the delivery of this letter longer than I do now for fear that Angel will have finally angered someone strong enough to displace him from his newest crusade.
We were beautiful, back then, your father and I. But so terrible it hurts me to remember those times now. Your own soul is shared within me, and while I love you so deeply my own self-loathing seems to rot at my core. That is what will make this so easy, this thing that I must do. And while I have no desire to leave you alone, and poor trust in the fatherhood qualities of the man they once called Angelus and quaked with fear, this is what I must do.
Do not hate me for leaving you so. I do it for your own life, live every moment of it and live it well.
Your loving mother, alas now deceased,
Darla
Icons
Based on supplied bases - still trying to work out whose... Claim if they were yours!
Book Cover
Video
Still don't know why Vimeo squished this into the corner and added a random grey bar at the bottom. Will try to reupload at some point.
http://vimeo.com/27056618
Other Stuff
LJ username and title for Adelle Dewitt:
Username: icequeenfallen
Title: One Day Someone Will Tell Me If I Saved The World Or Destroyed It
Fic: Making Style Your Own
Prompt: Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess. - Edna Woolman Chase
Cordelia studied another Vogue model in glossy magazine print, and then looked over her mish-mash of old clothes, charity shop buys and end-of-roll pieces of cloth. She could do something with this. She could. It didn't matter that she barely had a cent to her name, because she was a girl with style, and style was all that mattered out here in L.A.
She debated whether last year's wide-neck could pass for this year's open-neck if she put a couple of stitches into the collar. Or maybe she could use a waistcoat to cover her shoulders and hide the neckline altogether. Waistcoats weren't technically in this month - but that wasn't to say they were specifically out.
Fashion was all about having something that looked absolutely perfect and fitted with the contents of the most recent magazines - she remembered living a life based on fashion. But style... style was all about confidence. If she could walk out there and into an audition in a collection of clothes from the last ten years, claiming that it was the most 'now' look in the world... *that* was style.
To The Letter
c/o Angel Investigations
Hyperion Hotel
4121 Wilshire Blvd
L.A.
18th December 2000,
For delivery 1st June 2001.
My child,
My beautiful child. You cannot imagine the depth of my desire to have seen you live your life and thrive in it. That thing that we made, Angel and I - and how rare that concept, for us to have made rather than destroyed - in our desire to have more time together on this earth; that life. I don't begrudge you one moment of it.
I feel I should tell you something of how you were made, of how my loyal fang-born tried to save me even at the cost of his own life and instead created a life within me. Maybe I should tell you about our lives together back when we were soulless both, and revelling in it. They aren't the stories for a child, however, and I dare not delay the delivery of this letter longer than I do now for fear that Angel will have finally angered someone strong enough to displace him from his newest crusade.
We were beautiful, back then, your father and I. But so terrible it hurts me to remember those times now. Your own soul is shared within me, and while I love you so deeply my own self-loathing seems to rot at my core. That is what will make this so easy, this thing that I must do. And while I have no desire to leave you alone, and poor trust in the fatherhood qualities of the man they once called Angelus and quaked with fear, this is what I must do.
Do not hate me for leaving you so. I do it for your own life, live every moment of it and live it well.
Your loving mother, alas now deceased,
Darla
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