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 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-15 04:35 pm (UTC)Hee! The icon! Hee!
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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 04:50 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 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-15 04:57 pm (UTC)This is way too silly. 149 words
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 05:15 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 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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 05:32 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.
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 05:59 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 05:59 pm (UTC)Stargate? (If you are so inclined) or Harry Potter. Wildcard.
I love this.
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Date: 2005-06-15 06:01 pm (UTC)107 words
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 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.
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 06:35 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.
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 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.