IM Fun and Drabble Offer
Jun. 16th, 2005 01:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscamFunfun IM convo I had today with someone we shall call IM Idiot:
IM Idiot: fuck you
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misscam: and whatever would I want to do that for?
IM Idiot signed off at 19:03:27.
Oh, the wit, how it does flow... I have no idea who this person is, even. Random troll? Grudge-holder? So many possibilities...
Schiavo autopsy findings released
The report also said her brain was only half its normal size at her death.
I guess that confirms the husband's claim, more or less. Of course, the issue is going to remain.
So, I'm feeling like writing, and thus am reawakening an old drabble meme.
How to play:
1. Pick a fandom offered: CSI, LotR, Babylon 5, X-Files, Harry Potter (I know a few more, but I'll restrict it to those because I'm mean).
2. Choose a pairing or characters, and one more specific if you'd like. Examples: Grissom and Sara plant a tree or Kosh talks to a fluffy bunny about coffee.
I am willing to do slash, and any genre within reason. Crossovers are also cool.
3. You can also pick a Wild Card- choose a fandom and I will write a drabble that combines it with one of your interests listed on your LJ profile.
I will bust out a drabble somewhere between 75-150 words for you.
IM Idiot: fuck you
misscam: and whatever would I want to do that for?IM Idiot signed off at 19:03:27.
Oh, the wit, how it does flow... I have no idea who this person is, even. Random troll? Grudge-holder? So many possibilities...
Schiavo autopsy findings released
The report also said her brain was only half its normal size at her death.
I guess that confirms the husband's claim, more or less. Of course, the issue is going to remain.
So, I'm feeling like writing, and thus am reawakening an old drabble meme.
How to play:
1. Pick a fandom offered: CSI, LotR, Babylon 5, X-Files, Harry Potter (I know a few more, but I'll restrict it to those because I'm mean).
2. Choose a pairing or characters, and one more specific if you'd like. Examples: Grissom and Sara plant a tree or Kosh talks to a fluffy bunny about coffee.
I am willing to do slash, and any genre within reason. Crossovers are also cool.
3. You can also pick a Wild Card- choose a fandom and I will write a drabble that combines it with one of your interests listed on your LJ profile.
I will bust out a drabble somewhere between 75-150 words for you.
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Date: 2005-06-15 04:23 pm (UTC)I think i will go with the pairing of...warrick and catherine
oh and preferabley something that describes warricks nice features ;) hehe *evil grin*
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Date: 2005-06-15 04:36 pm (UTC)His skin is dark against her pale and she loves the contrast it makes. His palms are soft, lines of life for her to trace. His chest is muscled, but still a soft offered rest for her head any time she wishes. His eyes are sometimes green and sometimes almost blue, and she loves that she never knows what shade he will look at her with.
Warrick, who might have anyone, and chose her. When she feels old and tired and burned, she just needs to look.
He is here and his touch is warmer than anyone's.
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Date: 2005-06-15 04:23 pm (UTC)121 words
Date: 2005-06-15 04:50 pm (UTC)“Yes, professor Snape,” both boys echoed.
“And it was lost down Goyle's pants?”
“Yes, professor Snape.”
“And Crabbe tried to retrieve it with his mouth?”
“Yes, professor Snape.”
“Whereupon Malfoy walked in on you and has since been comatose?”
“Yes, professor Snape.”
“Perhaps next time you will be as kind as to look for lost earrings with a locked door?”
“Yes, professor Snape.”
He watched the pair shuffle out, shaking his head. Young boys today. No class, no imagination.
“Severus?”
“Oh, do come in, Albus... You haven't seen my earring, by any chance?”
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Date: 2005-06-15 04:35 pm (UTC)Hee! The icon! Hee!
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:07 pm (UTC)“I'm looking at the mating habits of Brazilian butterflies.”
“No, you're not... Creepsncrawl's livejournal? Grissom!”
“I'm merely... Exploring human behaviour in cyberspace.”
“Right, that's why you're posting a meme you found in BossLady's journal.”
“Sometimes, even scientists have to participate to fully understand the world around them.”
“That's rich, coming from you.”
“What?”
“You didn't even participate in my 'comment anon and tell me a secret' entry!”
“I did.”
“No... You were 'I want you to ride me like a cowboy'!”
“No, that was TexanSmile.”
“That dog. Okay, SmoothDeal wanted a threesome with me and BossLady, LittleViking wanted to be bad student, that leaves... Grissom!”
“I know. But I really want to.”
“Grissom, I love you, but I'm not dressing up as an ant so you can talk dirty to me.”
“Please? Pleeeeease?”
“Fine, fine, I'll think about it.”
“I love you.”
“Oh, shut up.”
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Date: 2005-06-15 04:57 pm (UTC)Nah, I'll pick. Knives and Aragorn, possibly.
Date: 2005-06-15 05:19 pm (UTC)He is eight when she learns him to slash and cut, making smooth motions with his arms. She tells him she is proud and he thinks it a part of growing up.
He is nine when she gives him his knife, sheath and all and tells him to carry it always. He thinks it a gift and hugs her.
He is ten when he learns to throw it, embedding it in walls. She covers the marks and ruffles his hair and he thinks it a guilty pleasure.
He is ten when he kills with it, defending his life and the blood stains the steels. She holds him and he thinks it the hardest gift he's ever been given.
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Date: 2005-06-15 04:57 pm (UTC)146. Repost because I cannot spell.
Date: 2005-06-15 05:35 pm (UTC)If there was anything Faramir could imagine sounding more shrill than his wife's voice at that precise moment, he couldn't think of it.
“My Lady...”
She hissed. “Would my Lord perhaps explain why his Lordly lips were on this bearded stranger's?”
Faramir sighed. “Santa Claus, my wife Éowyn. Éowyn, Santa Claus.”
“Pleasure,” Santa Claus said pleasantly. “Have you been naughty or nice?”
“What?”
“Naughty or nice?” Santa Claus asked again. “I think I know. Bend over, Lady Éowyn, you have surely been naughty and not nice as your husband.”
“...”
Faramir watched her rage and wondered just how long it would take before she recognised Éomer under the outfit and figured it out. It had been her idea to explore new traditions after all and he owed her this one from the Fool she'd pulled on him last year.
“Ho, ho, ho,” he muttered and smirked.
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:15 pm (UTC)181 words. Sheesh.
Date: 2005-06-15 05:48 pm (UTC)“My Lord Elrond.”
“My Lady Celebrian.”
Her face was free of shadows and he almost wished he had not come, for his shadow was about to fall on her.
“Our sons have chosen to linger a while yet,” he told her. “Our daughter has chosen Elros' path.”
She froze, arms still spread to greet him, eyes so like Arwen's he wanted to weep.
“Why?”
“Love. A mortal man named Aragorn of the Dunedain.”
She closed her eyes, a still figure of grief under the moon.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, but she shook her head.
“You are wise in many things, my Lord, but you have carried guilt that is not yours for the ages. Gil-galad's fall. Your daughter's choice. My wounds.”
“My fall. My choice. My wounds.”
“Your love,” she replied and he wept finally, feeling her arms hold him and their shadows be as one under the cold, cold moon.
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:24 pm (UTC)144 words
Date: 2005-06-15 05:59 pm (UTC)“Come on, Archie!” Greg protested.
“Almost... There!”
The DVD swallowed the disc and all turned their attention to the screen. Giving Sara a moment to take them all in. Her family, spending time together as Nick's wounds healed and all of them very slowly lost their fears.
“So what is this thing?” she asked Grissom.
“Red Dwarf,” he answered eagerly. “British sci-fi comedy. What? I don't have to like only bugs.”
“I'm never gonna figure you out, am I?” she said softly and he turned to smile at her as the rest laughed.
“No.”
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:28 pm (UTC)*thinks*
Boromir.
*thinks some more*
Slashed with Legolas.
XD Mwahaha.
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Date: 2005-06-15 06:07 pm (UTC)And yet, he finds himself away from the camp, away from the Fellowship, awaiting. Always it is he who waits, fearing he'll wait forever, hoping he'll wait forever.
Perhaps, the morning can dispel the fever, but he has walked in the sun and the desire has remained. He desires. He desires the Elf.
He needn't wait long this eve. His fears and hopes are dispelled both as the Elf walks up to him, eyes of age and innocence on him.
Legolas. Distant, beautiful beyond mortal words to capture. But not beyond mortal lips and Boromir is captured.
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:32 pm (UTC)156 words
Date: 2005-06-15 06:18 pm (UTC)“Lord Elrond sends word,” he says.
“I know. Our daughter is leaving Middle-earth.”
He does not ask how she knows and she doesn't offer. Even between them, some is left unspoken.
“She will heal there,” he says after a moment and she turns, eyes dark.
“Yes. But we will not.”
“We could follow her,” he offers and his heart sings of sea, wave, green shores.
“No,” she says quietly. “The choice is yet before me, before you. She will leave us now and we must bear our grief a while yet.”
He inclines his head.
“Walk with me in our land, my Lord, for it is a bright morning.”
“It always is, when I hold the morning in my hand,” he answers honestly and clasps her hand in his.
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Date: 2005-06-15 05:59 pm (UTC)Stargate? (If you are so inclined) or Harry Potter. Wildcard.
I love this.
193 words. Harry Potter, books (I don't know Stargate very well.)
Date: 2005-06-15 06:28 pm (UTC)It wasn't that it was strange to find Hermione in the presence of one, it was more the cover of it that had more than one person step into a wall after passing her reading form.
A half naked man and a woman swooning in his embrace, showing off more than a little skin under the title 'Seduction at Moonlight'. In short, it was the kind of book most expected Crabbe and Goyle read under the covers at night and then tried lines from it to woo Slytherin ladies.
But in the presence of Hermione, the book seemed to defy the very laws of logic. Surely, she couldn't be enjoying reading... That?!
It was Harry who finally dared asked, a late evening in the Gryffindor tower.
“What, this book?” she replied, holding the object up. “I just stuck the cover on a book from the Restricted Section so Malfoy wouldn't try to pour milk on it again.”
Both Ron and Harry could only breathe a sigh of relief.
“Besides,” she went on, “I prefer 'The Naughty Mistress Punishes Again' in that series.”
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Date: 2005-06-15 06:01 pm (UTC)116 words
Date: 2005-06-15 06:39 pm (UTC)They don't understand.
She can see the eyerolls of classmates when they look at her clothes, even with the teachers sometimes. They think she is forgetful, when in truth she just finds it a minor matter,
They don't understand.
She can feel the groans when she defends her father and his paper. They think she'll grow out of it, learn to see the world as they do.
They don't understand.
Her world is in her mind and there, she is happy.
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Date: 2005-06-15 06:35 pm (UTC)133 words
Date: 2005-06-15 06:52 pm (UTC)The Last Steward. The failed Steward, the Steward that burned as the light into darker times. Minas Tirith will fall, his fire signals.
His tears are ashes and his scream drowned by the roar of fire. Boromir. Faramir. Finduilas. All dead and he the last.
Finduilas.
For a moment, her shape is in the flames and he falls into it, unable to stand any more. Her embrace is pain, but her kiss brings death darkness knows no pain or madness.
The last. The failed.
Rest now, in her hold.
I love me some drabbles.
Date: 2005-06-15 06:47 pm (UTC)ANYHOO, I would like, s'il vous plait...
CSI/X-Files, any characters, Wild Card
Also, ha ha ha! Grissom has a livejournal. Can you even imagine? Is there such a thing as Insect!Slash?
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Date: 2005-06-15 07:06 pm (UTC)The good red wine had at first seemed like a brilliant idea to bring to Catherine's little get together. Nick was in Texas with his parents, Greg in New York, leaving him, Sara, Catherine and Warrick to have a relaxing evening together. And all had been going very well until the wine had become very good and suddenly, here he was, drawing stick figures.
Drawing and him was always a bad idea.
“See?” he told Sara. “If done like this, it is possible.”
“Oh yesssh,” she nodded. “Didint see that.”
Catherine was still licking wine off Warrick's chest, but gave him a nod anyway.
“You're soooo ssmart, Ghris,” Sara muttered, leaning against him and batting her eyelashes. “I didnit realise you coulda have a foursome without breaking into pairs.”
“Let me show you another way...”
Maybe it was a bad idea, he reflected again, but who gave a fuck if he could get some live demonstration of his masterpieces later?
All in the name of science, of course.
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Date: 2005-06-15 07:42 pm (UTC)121 words
Date: 2005-06-15 08:00 pm (UTC)He always awakes, the air of Rivendell sweet around him, a mild wind rustling through the trees. He knows the dream for what it is, a ghost, an echo, a fear. But still it has power over him, for though Lord Elrond is a great healer, a memory is not a wound.
This was the price to pay for coming back, the dreams for the days he may pass in the Last Homely House, remembering Middle-earth.
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Date: 2005-06-15 09:04 pm (UTC)CSI: Greg and Nick discussing scars, either emotional or physical.
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Date: 2005-06-16 11:42 am (UTC)It is Greg who sits down by him, face earnest, sympathy but no pity.
“Does it still hurt?”
“No,” Nick replies, looking at his arm. “Doctor says it's all healed now.”
“Doctors say that,” Greg agrees, then looks up at him. “I still feel my skin burn sometimes. Memories doctors cannot offer a medicine for. Does it still hurt?”
Nick smiles and for the first time, he feels almost like he's home again. “Yeah. It still hurts, Greg.”
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Date: 2005-06-15 09:20 pm (UTC)Last time you wrote me one with Sev and Lily, with Sev as Harry's Dad. I would like that same thing, but with Sev and Harrysometime in the future, Lily being, by now, dead.
You and your obessions. 168 words
Date: 2005-06-16 11:53 am (UTC)“They're all looking for you. Want to give you medals and medals for your defeat of Voldemort,” he says, bitterness raking his words even now, even knowing at last that Harry is his.
“I don't want them.”
Still a youth. Still a bitter teenager.
“I don't want you,” Harry goes on, his voice flat. Killing changes all too. “I hate you.”
Weeks ago, Snape would have returned the sentiment. Now he merely sits down, amazed at how a revelation from the past can change all. Even Harry appearance has changed, the spell no longer needed with Voldemort dead. His son now, the son he has resented for a long time.
He doesn't know how he feels, so he merely sits there, watching Harry watch the trees and wondering what future waits behind them.
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Date: 2005-06-16 01:32 am (UTC)126 words
Date: 2005-06-16 12:01 pm (UTC)“I hear you are leaving,” the Elvenking says, no question in his voice. He knows, as he has since decided to come.
“Yes,” Elrond confirms still, sipping more wine. A fine year. He will miss these years.
Thranduil nods. “I am staying. For a while. A few more seasons of Middle-earth. It has been a good home.”
Elrond thinks of Gil-galad, of Celebrian, both wounded by the darkness on this shore. He thinks of Arwen, lost to this land forever. And he thinks of Celebrian, of Rivendell, of the wind across the mountains whispering to the trees.
“Yes,” he agrees and lifts the glass in a silent toast. “It has been.”
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:25 am (UTC)[info]misscam: and whatever would I want to do that for?
IM Idiot signed off at 19:03:27.
Hee.
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Date: 2005-06-16 07:06 am (UTC)168 words
Date: 2005-06-16 12:09 pm (UTC)“Greg, when I said I'd love to hear more about Norway, this was not quite what I had in mind.”
“Oh, come on. You haven't truly met Norway until you've tried Papa Olaf's lutefisk. You did promise.”
Nick merely groaned again, wondering why he was in the Sanders home, about to eat something that looked like jello having a bad day.
“You eat this?”
“Yes. And sometimes use it to toss at Swedes.”
“Uh huh. And give tourists a scary experience, I bet.”
Greg smirked. “Eating lutefisk is also an excuse to get drunk.”
“I imagine drunk is the only way people would inflict this upon themselves,” Nick said darkly, eyeing the dish. “I know of another use.”
“Yeah?” Greg called, already heading for the living room. “You'll have to tell me later.”
“Better yet, I'll show you,” Nick muttered to himself. Oh yes. Lutefisk was perfect to stick down the trousers of a younger colleague the next time he was trying to impress Miss Sidle.
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Date: 2005-06-16 03:22 pm (UTC)104 words
Date: 2005-06-17 01:03 pm (UTC)He stands up, feeling his body welcome the change. Outside, it is a beautiful Shire summer, grass green, sky blue. The last now and the story is almost over, his time almost upon him.
He'll finish it tomorrow. For now, he stands in by the window, watching the pass of day as the last words live within him.
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Date: 2005-06-16 05:21 pm (UTC)111 words
Date: 2005-06-17 01:18 pm (UTC)"Please, Scully?"
"No!"
"Come on, women have closed their eyes and thought of England for centuries."
"That was the past, Mulder. An era of sexism."
"Sometimes, the past is the future."
"And sometimes, the future is my knee in your groin."
"Ow! You're a cruel woman, miss Scully."
"I am not distracting Skinner with sex while you poke through his files."
"It was just a suggestion."
"I have a better one. Why don't you distract Skinner? Close your eyes and think of the FBI."
"..."
"I thought not."
"Can I lie back and think of Krycek?"
"... Has anyone ever told you you're a sick man?"
"Only you, Scully. Only you."
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Date: 2005-06-17 11:31 am (UTC)208 words. Not exactly smoldering, though. Implied adulthood.
Date: 2005-06-17 01:34 pm (UTC)No words. She knows words pale when innocence is over and prophecy fulfilled. They are not children anymore and certainly not Ginny, who knows the darkness to her bones.
She leans against him suddenly, her breasts pressing against his side, reminding him just how grown-up they all are. A second later and she presses her lips against his neck, hot and burning and giving the only comfort she knows off now. No words. Just her presence, her heart. She dares much, his Ginny.
He braids his fingers through her hair, tilts her head up and kisses her lips, tasting tears dried and summer passing. No more innocence. But the night is merely the wait for the sun now and darkness has no hold now. No more Voldemort.
Tomorrow, the ashes of a long fight waits, but for now, he sinks to the grass with her, the sun dying above them.
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Date: 2005-06-17 12:43 pm (UTC)124 words
Date: 2005-06-17 01:47 pm (UTC)"Okay... One more time. Did you kill the klingon?"
"The willows sigh when the water streams."
Grissom sighed deeply. Two hours, he'd been at it now and for all the evidence laid out, the suspect was still refusing to talk. The case was simple enough. The science fiction convention had been going very well until the klingon had been found murdered. All clues at the scene pointed to a walking jukebox.
It hadn't taken long to find.
"We have forensic evidence against you," he tried again.
"A cat treads as hunters must."
Sara rolled her eyes, then leaned towards Grissom. "Maybe we should have bought that Vorlon-to-English dictionary they sold at the con after all..."
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Date: 2005-06-21 06:57 pm (UTC)