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29 August 2010 @ 07:45 pm
2nd publicity photo  


Hi guys. Write things for me. 200 words, all y'all. Annnnd go. I finished a really ridiculous story, and it was fun, and I recommend it.
If you're out of ideas go post/yoink from the prompts page.

Also, does anyone else think that this is kind of like a gay bff picture?

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Lord Peter Wimsey: good omens a/cshifty_gardener on August 30th, 2010 08:23 pm (UTC)
so astute, dear reader!
Lord Peter Wimseyshifty_gardener on August 30th, 2010 08:20 pm (UTC)
this is only half of 200 words so I suppose I'll make another snippet of something
A thoughtful look at who Cendred really is as a King and what motivates him:

“I prefer tight-fitting leather o’er armour”
N is for Not Done in that kingdom o’er yonder
G is the gay sorceress he has as his guide

C is for caveman – his assets all hide
E is for elderly-not; his predecessor, he killed with a cast iron pot
N is for no one who minded this plan
D is for dreadful at ruling the land
R is for recent and random return
Even he knew twas for the season third
Dastardly plans may be well afoot; at the end of the year, he’ll have a stocking of soot.
Lord Peter Wimsey: h/d snarkshifty_gardener on August 30th, 2010 08:37 pm (UTC)
Re: this is only half of 200 words so I suppose I'll make another snippet of something
Cendred and Foreign Policy: why he believed in laissez-faire

Cendred glared down from his high horse. “Je ne comprends pas.” The apothecary always yelled at him when he ground his teeth. Apparently the stress would turn them white. “Je suis anglais.” Those dratted Gauls. They were ponces, every last one of them. Raiders he didn’t mind, because they he understood even in the deepest obfuscation dialect could provide. Typically all they wanted were shiny things, booze, and women. So long as they were plundering nowhere near the castle keep that was alright with him. Gauls, however, would always poke at his leather-strap wonder shirt and whinge a bit about wanting Brittany, whatever that meant. Whinging was a right that belonged to the Anglos and Gaelic peasants, and Cendred firmly believed the Gauls should find their own means of expression and keep it to their own land mass.
made of robust things: [merlin] all shall love me and despairanjali_organna on August 31st, 2010 08:37 pm (UTC)
Re: this is only half of 200 words so I suppose I'll make another snippet of something
This is so awesome, and I love you for writing it.
the_little_owl: Spursthe_little_owl on August 30th, 2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
This is the scene in which Cendred's nice black horse just ran away to join Camelot's cavalry because there you'll get knights in fashionable red tunics and shiny chain mail, instead of some badly shaved fellow with a knotted-together dress.
While Cendred can't grasp what's just happened to him, Morgause wonders if she can hex the horse via a growing distance to turn it into a spy for her cause.
furloughdayfurloughday on August 31st, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
Haha, awesome !
furloughdayfurloughday on August 31st, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
ps, I love that the horse has standards.