Ga*ked from miggy

[darcydodo]

For fun, and to get me writing something again....

Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. (or not. you choose. non-writers & busy people are allowed to play.) Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

Rules

1. The author can choose three relationships and three story arcs they will not write, per fandom.
2. The author can set what rating levels they're willing to write for.
3. The drabbles can be no longer than must be exactly 100 words.

Fandoms

1. Buffy (I'll write anything that you name. I think.)
2. Angel (except 4th season stuff, most of which I haven't seen — though I saw Orpheus)
3. Harry Potter (but note that I haven't got the books with me, so I may be shaky on details, at least from the 4th and 5th books)
4. Firefly (I'll write anything at all)
5. Babylon 5 (through 4th season; I'm only just starting in on the 5th season)
6. Any books that you happen to know I've read.
(7. for the Pulp Bees — game stuff)

The only thing that I won't write for any of those is AU stuff, unless it's a canonical AU (e.g., Wishverse).

Comments

[leech.livejournal.com]

Xander and mpreg Xander!

[darcydodo]

I hate you. :)

*resists pointing to the bit about AU [Alternate Universe]*

I Hate Ari

[darcydodo]

Just for you (and ninjabehemoth, of course), my dear.

In the end, Anya should never have gotten her way. "Just slap them back together in the morning," indeed—entirely unfeasible, when certain things had, overnight, managed to disrupt the former identity of the two Xanders. Xander was sure that, despite what his counterpart thought, it really did have something to do with that shiny coin that had been oh-so-innocently lying on the bedside table, glinting in an assuredly evil way. And now he was paying the price. Not Mr. I-do-everything-right Xander, but him, the one the world repeatedly screwed. No doubt about it—mystical pregnancies were a Bad Thing.

[linley.livejournal.com]

Write a drabble about Humors and Heathens. Your choice.

[darcydodo]

He was so proud when he showed it to her, cradling the stone tenderly in his hands, proffering it forth almost as a religious dedication. It made Emilia's skin crawl, though at first she wasn't sure why—was it loathing? revulsion? or simply knowledge of how she would one day have to crush that cheerful spirit that he had recently been exuding day after day? But as she stared at the stone, her eyes drawn toward its amethyst depths, she suddenly saw herself, not in reflection, but in relief. And then she understood, and it was not a pleasant understanding.

[midnightmelody.livejournal.com]

Lennier! Pretty please . . . ? :)

[darcydodo]

There are many things they do not teach in Temple, and this is something that Lennier knows now, something he accepts. But never before has he wondered at the wisdom of Valenn and the Council in so carefully concealing the triluminary's origins, never thought it imperative to have a crucial bit of knowledge that he now finds himself lacking. He conceals his uncertainty, though, and devoutly guards Delenn's chrysalis. Given a choice, he thinks he would tear the delicate filaments of crystal to shreds, but there is no choice in his mistress's wisdom. So instead he watches, and he waits.

Firefly

[jrtom.livejournal.com]

Something that explores the relationship between Jayne and Inarra. :)

Re: Firefly

[darcydodo]

That was hard! They actually interact, like, twice in the entirety of the series. ;)

Inara knows that Jayne has viewed her differently ever since the Councilor's visit to Serenity. It's something she lives with, just like she lives with the certain monotony of shipboard protein, or the knowledge that she and Mal must always be purely business associates. This one she doesn't mind, though; she's viewed Jayne differently ever since finding out that he calls his gun Vera. And while that's not something she ever intends to mention, it's a little bauble of amusement she can hold to her heart—and should Jayne ever make trouble for her, she knows just where to strike.

Re: Firefly

[jrtom.livejournal.com]

That was hard! They actually interact, like, twice in the entirety of the series. ;)

...which was the point, of course; something like Simon and River would have been way too easy. (River and, say, Zoe might have been interesting, though. There are way too many possible connections that haven't been explored out of the 36 available...)

Anyway, nice job.

Re: Firefly

[darcydodo]

which was the point, of course

Well, yes, of course. :)

I actually think that's the first Firefly fanfic I've written, though, which is another reason for it being hard. I don't really have the characters' voices in my head.

Re: Firefly

[jrtom.livejournal.com]

I actually think that's the first Firefly fanfic I've written

I'm honored to have been responsible for spurring your creative energies in this direction, then. :) The characters certainly have distinctive voices that are worth playing with (if I didn't already have way too many distractions... :P ).

[tzeentch.livejournal.com]

Spike/Xander, in the wishverse where Buffy never came to Sunnydale. I'm actually plotting around in my head one set in this fandom, involving how Xander and Willow were transformed into vampries, but it hasn't come out yet. It will be longer than a drabble, too.

[darcydodo]

Have you read my Xander-and-Willow-become-vampires-Wishverse-story? Anyway:

When the car, its windows painted black against the sun, squealed into town, there was no Welcome to Sunnydale sign to knock over. Well, it was there—but it had already been pushed from its foundation, and tire-tracks added nothing to the thickly layered graffiti. There was a lithe shape, though, half-formed in the shadows, and it sauntered insouciantly forward to put a hand on the car's hood as the cooling engine crackled and sighed.

"You're new in town." The voice, when it spoke, was velvet charcoal. "So I'll tell you right off—here, it's the Master first, then me."

[tzeentch.livejournal.com]

No, I don't believe that I've read them. I'd like to, though! And that drabble was excellent! Really good imagery.

[darcydodo]

Thanks. Anyway, story is here.