broadsword_babe: (Miranda (eyebrow))
Do you read me?

If you read me on a regular/semi regular basis, leave me a comment and let me know.

Then post this in your LJ and find out who reads you (that is if you want to of course)

(I'll even screen comments so you can tell me why you read me)

{Note: Comments won't actually be screened, just consider them player knowledge only.}
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (thoughtful))
We've all seen the meme: Pick an emotional state and I'll write you a drabble featuring my character and yours. Now here's your chance to pick a situation and and write that drabble with your character flying solo (should you feel inclined to add NPCs, go ahead).

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!
6. Ill! Injured
7. Intoxicated!
8. Wildly Inappropriate!
9. Eloquent!
10. Cooking!
11. Naked!
12. Bitchy!
13. Inexperienced!
14. Young!
15. Long-winded!
16. Bored to tears!
17. Jealous!
18. Inquisitive!
19. Confused!
20. Arrogant!
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (Quinn & Adam))
The curtains stirred in the light breeze from the open window. Outside, a nightingale warbled in counterpart to the crickets. Inside, a warm hand lightly caressed her back as she laid in bed with her head on his shoulder.

of cuddles and pillow-talk )

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
950 Words
[ profile] charloft: For this Wednesday, either find or create an image that gives you a sense of peace. As a bonus, or for the graphically challenged, write us a little bit on the topic. Interpret it how you like.
Follows this
[ profile] iris_angel borrowed with love and affection.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sepia smile))
You Are Toast
Old fashioned and a bit of a homebody, you totally go for comfort food.
You're the type who loves to cook for friends, and they love you for it.
You truly know what tastes good, and you can often pick out the best dish at a restaurant.
You don't fall for food trends. You stick with what's been food for a long time!
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (b/w tear))
From back when I useta listen t'country stuff. God bless him, but he can make a lass cry, and it's kinda fitting, considering my life.

broadsword_babe: (Stock (cowgirl))
When: September, 1875
Where: Near Manitou Springs, Colorado
Alias: Kate Darcy

The fire was warm on her feet as she leaned back against her saddle. The smell of the venison stew filled the small clearing. It wasn't the best meal she'd had in her nineteen centuries, but it wasn't the worst. Someone (a former husband perhaps?) had once remarked that all she needed was a pot and a fire and she could cook just about anything. The memory amused her.

Read more... )

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
965 Words
In fannish memory of David Carradine. Rest in peace, Grasshopper.
Special thanks to the writer of [ profile] dani_kypros for beta-ing this, even though it's been years since either of us have watched the show.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (jeans))
You Are Intuitive
You are very sharp and shrewd. You can see the best and worst sides of people.

Right now, you are seeking peace and tranquility in your life.

You are drawn to people who are passionate and deep.

You feel like there is nothing in your life that needs to be changed.

You are quick to react. You are courageous and bold.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sunny))
After all the angst I've put her though lately, I thought th'scribe could do with a bit of a pick-me-up. And, no, I'm not letting her go back t'bed until it's done.

One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (listening red))
Warning: By posting this up you are subjecting yourself to other peoples tastes in music. First rule of Play List is do not get offended by the music people share with you. Your cup of tea is could be someone else's leafy water.
Warning: By posting this up should be willing to seek out the same meme on your friends list and give them some music too!

01. How it works: Place this post up in your journal.
02. Fellow friends list members [and their writers too] are to then in turn comment to your post with music.
03. Said music is shared via an upload that you can download, or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged that reminds them of you.
04. When you comment leave the song title and artist in the subject line so that if someone else thought of the same song they don't have to send it to you again, ;)
05. With enough people and enough variety of songs you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those that know you pretty well. [or so you hope]
06. Download and enjoy!
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (right cheek))
Quinn stared out of the window, tapping the blunt end of the pen against her bottom lip. The last time she'd done something like this, she'd been trying to pass herself off as a mortal. Now, she realised she couldn't put this off any more.

She had found the pen and inkwell stashed away in the china pantry. Normally, that would seem an odd place, but from what she understood, that had acted as a dispensary when the house was used as a field hospital. Though the ink had turned to mostly sludge, a good douse of water and a hearty shake had brought it back to life. She had also found some paper in a nearby drawer.

Of course, she could always use her laptop. There were programmes designed for just such a document, but this was too important to put down in cold, heartless, ten point Arial. She sighed and began writing.

Last Will & Testament

I, Freyja Dagursdøttir, being of sound mind and body do hearby bequeath the following items in my possession this Ninth Day of May in the Year 2009.

To Cassandra, I leave the three horses I have on my estate in France. I have nothing on their dams and sires, but I'm sure you can find good homes for them.

To Titus Quintus Ferris, I leave my gold crested ring. The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen. You have served Us well, Our Champion, and We honour that by giving you the first thing We were given Our King, Arthur Pendragon.

To Natalie Ann Bruenner, I leave all my material wealth. I am sure you had no idea I was worth so much. The account is held in a Flourentine bank with the same measure of privacy you'd expect from the Swiss. Think of this as seed money. This is to get you through your next two thousand years. And lass? Mind you don't spend it all in one place. I am also leaving Bragloré and Brutæ to you. Care for them both as I have, and they will protect you as they have me.

To Methos, I leave my undying regret. I damaged our friendship beyond repair, and for that, I don't think apologies are enough. I am also leaving you my estate in France and the house on Orkney. Rennovate them. Sell them. Do with them as you wish. I want you to have my memories.

Last Wishes

In the event of my death, I wish to be cremated in keeping with the traditions long held by the Nordic people of Scandinavia. I also ask that my ashes be scattered in/around Osafjord, Norway. Though I have not journeyed back to my homeland in life, I find it fitting I return there in death.

This concludes my Last Will & Testament

Freyja Dagursdøttir

She stared down at the two sheets of paper, honestly thinking there would be more to her two thousand years than just that. Then again, it seemed fitting. After all, there wasn't much she could call her own since she preferred to keep memories rather than things.

After cleaning up the pen and paper towel she had used as a blotter, she then went down to the barn. A good dose of honest, hard labour was probably exactly what she needed after her fight with Methos.

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
559 words
[ profile] theatrical_muse #282: Cremation or burial? Talk about funeral arrangements.
???: Write your muse's Last Will & Testament
Note: Backdated to coincide with this
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (laughing))
For [ profile] aoutlaw321

Inside are two of these and a note: What fun's a war if th'other can't fight back? ~ Love, Quinn
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (not amused))
Everyone's got music that reduces them to a twitching, muttering hulk. What sets off your character? Is it a whole genre, or maybe just a particular artist? Or is there a specific song that makes them sit bolt upright in the car seat and flail at the radio dial?

T'be honest, I'll listen t'damn near anything. Now, before I go stickin' m'foot in m'mouth, lemme just say, I'm sure she's a perfectly nice lass and all, but God Almighty! One, I can't understand a blessed word that comes outta her mouth, and two, she really needs t'get her head on straight.

broadsword_babe: (Miranda (b/w orly))
From the inside looking out... )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (thoughtful))
Continued from here.

"We need to discuss something rather important..."

She isn't sure whether it is his tone of voice or his choice of words, but every wall she has ever hidden behind suddenly snaps right back into place.

"Oh?" she asks, trying to be nonchalant. "And what's that, then?"
broadsword_babe: (OOC)
For those who may (or may not) know, I started my own rp community: [ profile] rp_anything. The premise is pretty simple. There are no aps, no word limits, no style issues, etc. I just want it to be a community where players don't have to hear "no, you can't do that" or "you can only write a certain way." There is no set setting, time or anything like that. So, characters are free to come and go as they please. Also, from time to time, plot!bombs will be dropped just to shake things up. That being said, the first (of hopefully many) bomb has been dropped.

When Zombies Attack!!
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (*giggle*))
Seeing as it's Saturday, and there's nothing on TV at all (at least not since *^#$*%^@% Comcast moved the History Channel over to digital). Anyway, I ended up flipping channels and got sucked into Sister Act. So, as I'm sitting at the kitchen table, eating my lunch, it hits me. Sister Mary Roberts looks a lot like Quinn! Granted, Quinn's not nearly that timid and shy, but still. And, yes, there is a nun!post forthcoming. Which is what makes things that much funnier.

*is easily amused*

And now I have this stuck in my head.
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (amused))
The Character Expression Meme

Character: Quinnleigh Kincaid
Journal: [ profile] broadsword_babe
RPG:[ profile] rp_anything
icons ahoy )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (sword 2))
When: 730 AD
Where: Somewhere in Western Europe
Alias: Unknown

Goatee or not, she knew who he was. She watched him from the shadows as he saddled his horse. Her grip tightened on her sword. He would pay for what he did to Cassandra. She would make sure of that.

"You can come out now," he said. "I know you're there."

The snide, arrogant tone of his voice grated on her. Holding the hand-and-a-half broadsword in front of her, she stepped into the light of a nearby torch. The movement caught his eye and he turned to face her.

"A woman," he smirked. "And a redhead at that."

Anger flickered in her eyes. "I know who you are."

"Oh?" he asked, mildly amused. "I wasn't aware of any introductions."

"My name is Freya, and I know who you are," she repeated, stepping closer to him. "Methos."

His spine stiffened a fraction. "Where, pray tell, did you hear that name?"

"I believe you knew my First Teacher, Cassandra," she replied tersely.

"And what does that make you? Her little errand girl?" he sneered. "Do you truly think you can challenge me? You're how old? How many heads have you taken?"

A part of her agreed that the whole encounter was folly. She would certainly die, but she was raised a warrior. She hadn't backed down against the Empire that had been Rome, and she wouldn't do so when faced with a solitary man.

He had just turned back to his horse when he felt the cold steel at his neck. She couldn't be that ignorant! Unless Cassandra had taught her for this very purpose... The idea didn't surprise him. Slowly, he turned to face her.

"Put that thing away before you hurt yourself," he patronized her.

Her only answer was to step closer to him, bringing the blade just under his chin. He glared at her, a look that at one time had even Cassandra in fear of him. But this impudent brat simply glared back at him.

"Think, Freyja," he growled. "Is this truly worth your head?"

"I once led a hundred thousand against Rome," she retorted. "Killing one man shouldn't be nearly as difficult."

"If that's meant to impress me, it doesn't," he replied.

Her fingers tensed on the grip of the sword. Obviously, the chit wasn't going to listen to reason. At least Cassandra had taught her that much.

"Defend yourself," she demanded.

"If you insist," he replied, evenly.

Rather than go for his own sword, he lashed out with a foot, hitting her squarely in the stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her lungs, causing her to loosen her grip on her sword. He easily plucked it from her hands, and turned her own weapon against her. An opponent was an opponent after all. Whether they were a man or woman made no difference to him.

She was still gasping for breath when the cold steel sliced through skin and sinew. She instinctively clapped a hand to her neck, trying to staunch the flow of blood. Her jaw was slack with shock. She wasn't so old that the wound healed immediately. In fact, blood continued to spurt from between her fingers as he tossed her sword to the ground.

"You're not worth the time and effort. Remember that," he sneered.

No, he hadn't taken her head. The simple fact of the matter was, if he had, Cassandra would make it a point to hunt him. He couldn't afford that. Were he an honest man, he'd have to admit that didn't want to prove her right. But he wasn't honest, at least not on a regular basis.

"Oh, and next time you want to start something, Freyja," he advised angrily, just before her vision dimmed. "Make sure you can finish it."

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
628 Words
[ profile] iris_angel used with permission
References to Cassandra aren't binding to any specific muses.


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