Nikki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
five_steps_back) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2012-02-28 04:35 pm
five_steps_back) wrote in rainbowfic2012-02-28 04:35 pm
Alice Blue 5, Tyrian Purple 30, Shell Pink 11 with Eraser, PBN, Watercolor, Pastels, and Others
Author: Nikki
Colors: Alice Blue 5. if I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense, Tyrian Purple 30. mother of monsters, Shell Pink 11. Waiting for the tide (Faith is like the ocean. You just have to let her roll over you.)
Styles/Supplies: Eraser, Paint-by-Numbers (Kat's), Watercolor (#390: Blasting Through Time), Pastels (my gen+romance card; O3: the usual suspects), Modeling Clay (#142: battle), Stain ("If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; If you would know, and not be known, live in a city." - Charles Caleb Colton), Beading Wire (Gaucho, Patagonia)
Story: Second Genesis; the title of this is 'Blasting Through Time.'
Summary: Faith accidentally transports herself and Piper back to the 1800s. They think.
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Notes: What is this AU. Faith, you are so crack sometimes.
It was actually really stupid how this happened.
"I cannot believe you."
And now Piper was blaming her. Like Faith did it on purpose.
"I cannot believe you did this. Look at us."
Why would Faith purposefully drop a hair dryer into the underwater foot massager thing they had? And how the fuck was she supposed to know that it would send them back in time?
"Seriously, where the fuck are we?"
Maybe she could get them back the same way. She didn't know where she was going to find electricity, though. Maybe they could find some metal or a tree and wait for a thunderstorm.
"Faith are you even listening to me?"
"Not really," she answered. She yelped when Piper whapped her on the arm. "I'm trying to figure out how to fix this!"
"Fix it! You can't fix it!" Piper hissed. "We're hiding in some dude's barn in like, the 1800s or something. They're gonna find us and think we're witches, and you're gonna get us killed."
"...Maybe instead of going back in time, we magically got transported to Amish country?"
"How is that any better?"
This was so not her fault.
Colors: Alice Blue 5. if I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense, Tyrian Purple 30. mother of monsters, Shell Pink 11. Waiting for the tide (Faith is like the ocean. You just have to let her roll over you.)
Styles/Supplies: Eraser, Paint-by-Numbers (Kat's), Watercolor (#390: Blasting Through Time), Pastels (my gen+romance card; O3: the usual suspects), Modeling Clay (#142: battle), Stain ("If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; If you would know, and not be known, live in a city." - Charles Caleb Colton), Beading Wire (Gaucho, Patagonia)
Story: Second Genesis; the title of this is 'Blasting Through Time.'
Summary: Faith accidentally transports herself and Piper back to the 1800s. They think.
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Notes: What is this AU. Faith, you are so crack sometimes.
It was actually really stupid how this happened.
"I cannot believe you."
And now Piper was blaming her. Like Faith did it on purpose.
"I cannot believe you did this. Look at us."
Why would Faith purposefully drop a hair dryer into the underwater foot massager thing they had? And how the fuck was she supposed to know that it would send them back in time?
"Seriously, where the fuck are we?"
Maybe she could get them back the same way. She didn't know where she was going to find electricity, though. Maybe they could find some metal or a tree and wait for a thunderstorm.
"Faith are you even listening to me?"
"Not really," she answered. She yelped when Piper whapped her on the arm. "I'm trying to figure out how to fix this!"
"Fix it! You can't fix it!" Piper hissed. "We're hiding in some dude's barn in like, the 1800s or something. They're gonna find us and think we're witches, and you're gonna get us killed."
"...Maybe instead of going back in time, we magically got transported to Amish country?"
"How is that any better?"
This was so not her fault.
no subject