who wants a drabble?

[xparrot]

The past few weeks I was back visiting my parents and old friends; had a fantastic time, but now vacation's over and I've returned to Seattle to find a job. Oh joy! Meanwhile gnine has abandoned me and is setting off to London for grad school today. But I get the brother - hah! (right now we're alternating watching Futurama with Red Dwarf, which is somewhat brain-breaking (if not up to the Twin Peaks/Kodocha standard gnine and I set a few years back.) It's quite satisfying to finally see all of Futurama, and being one of the deprived who was never exposed to Red Dwarf at an early age, I am proud to report that I can now warble the theme song in the shower. I also flatly deny any allegations that I have been secretly googling for Lister/Rimmer because that would be WRONG and I would never do such a thing. Never. Nope.)

But that's neither here nor there. What is here is that I haven't written hardly a word in going on a month, and desperately need to get back in the writing saddle. So, for a limited time, it's open-drabble season - give me a fandom/characters/pairing (whichever, and it can be any series I know, whether or not I've fic'ed for it) and a prompt (single word, quote, sentence, whatever) and I will attempt to produce a drabble, ficlet, or other arrangement of words with a vague semblance of fic.

ETA: Until I say otherwise, requests are still open! No guarantees, but give it a go and I'll see what I can do...

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[kristen999.livejournal.com]

Ooooh love this idea and anything from you is awesome.

SGA- Sam Carter and John Sheppard--

I picked a random quote-"We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment"--. Jim Rohn

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the prompt! ...this, uh, may not be what you're expecting ^^;)


This was the hardest part about being a leader, Sam thought. Sheppard's eyes were hard to read, but she could see the accusation in them, though his tone was mild. "You said you could handle it."

"I thought I could." She had. She'd been so confident, so sure she was up to the challenge. Sheppard had been wary, but in the end he had trusted her--he hadn't even asked Rodney, just her. And she'd honestly thought she had it under control.

But today's tests were conclusive, and all that was left was to admit her failure. Honestly admit that she had let him down. She owed him that much.

Looking Sheppard straight in the eyes, she said, "I'm sorry, John, but it appears that even the copolymer hair gel can't keep it flat."

[jack-infinitude.livejournal.com]

Don't know if I'm allowed to prompt since I'm not on your flist, but --

*furtive*

NCIS, McGee: information warfare.

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Hope you don't mind slash...I thought this was gen, and then it wasn't:


The best defense is a good offense, which explains why Tim is awake at 3 AM on a Tuesday night, hacking Tony's home PC. Or, not explains per se, but it's the best excuse. This is war, and the only way to avoid Tony getting him is to get Tony first. So this can't wait.

It was Tim's own fault, leaving the convention page up on his computer. But when Gibbs uses that particular tone, you better jump even before you ask "how high."

He should have at least shut off his monitor, though, because Tony is always looking at his computer, and by the time Tim got back to his desk, Tony was Googling the CFC. From there it's just a matter of time before Tony finds the homepage, and sees that the guest of honor at Crime Fiction Con is Thom E. Gemcity, and then Tim knows he's never going to hear the end of it.

So he had no choice but to take preemptive action. It's taken him four hours to break into Tony's computer, but these days Tm doesn't question how long he spends planning ways to get back at DiNozzo. It's time well-spent; there must be something on his harddrive worthy of blackmail. Nothing too tasteless, of course, so Tim avoids video and image files (not that there's much fodder there; ironically, Tony is one of the few guys Tim knows whose regular movie folder is bigger than his porn folder.) The email and chat logs have potential; the number or name of an ex-girlfriend or two might come in handy.

The folder labeled "dull boy" seems promising; The Shining is one of Tony's favorites, and while the messages are work-related, they're from a private account, not Tony's NCIS address. Tim recognizes the person writing back as one of DiNozzo's old colleagues in Baltimore.

A close colleague, to tell from their last chat log:

SixDegreesofAwesome: Sally, what do I do, I can't stop looking--it's one hell of an ass!

Definitely promising. Tim keeps reading.

Girl_in_Blue: Why should you stop? If it's really that nice. :)

SixDegreesofAwesome: It really is!

Oh, yes, Tony will give a lot to keep this away from his latest objet d'ogle's eyes.

SixDegreesofAwesome: But we're teammates, and I'm senior agent.

Tim snorts--Ziva is hardly junior to Tony, never has been even if technically she's the newest on the team. For that matter it's not like Ziva doesn't know Tony is looking--not like she doesn't look back, either.

Girl_in_Blue: So a senior agent can't order his teammate out on a date?

SixDegreesofAwesome: no--it's against the boss's rules, dating at work.

Girl_in_Blue: but flirting's okay.

SixDegreesofAwesome: Not flirting, just teasing. fooling around.

Girl_in_Blue: Which is different from flirting how?

Excellent question, Tim thinks.

SixDegreesofAwesome: it's only flirting if you both know it is.

Girl_in_Blue: How do you know he doesn't know?

Tim blinks, rereads the last line. The pronoun doesn't change. He keeps reading:

Girl_in_Blue: Unless he's a total doof he must've noticed by now...

Girl_in_Blue: do you do anything at work *besides* flirt with him?

SixDegreesofAwesome: not flirting! he just thinks I like making fun of him.

Girl_in_Blue: which you do. Because you're a jerk. :P

SixDegreesofAwesome: I can't help it! he's so easy! and it's fun. We have fun.

Girl_in_Blue: Totally flirting ;) So why haven't you told him?

SixDegreesofAwesome: Because he's not gay! I asked.

"No, you didn't, you just told the entire second floor that I was!" Tim cries, then realizes he's shouting at a computer screen and shuts his mouth. Tony had just done it to keep their female coworkers from asking Tim out.

Because he's a jerk.

Who doesn't like Tim flirting with girls.

In retrospect, Tim admits, Tony has been kind of obvious.

After a brief deliberation with his conscience, Tim closes the chat unsaved, and resumes browsing Tony's harddrive. There's got to be something--something else. Something suitably embarrassing, but not so...potent.

Tony would understand; he's seen Dr. Strangelove enough times. A doomsday device is the ultimate deterrent, but it only is effective if you tell your adversary about it.

And Tim's not ready for their war to end.

Not quite yet.

[jadeprince.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who - Jack Harkness and Any Doctor - Nothing but trouble... ah, but isn't it fun?

OR

One Piece - Zoro and Sanji- Take my hand, dammit!

Dunno if you wanna write for either of these series, but if either inspires you, great! :)

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

I'm still recovering from Children of Earth, so happy!Jack Harkness is right out, but I gave the ZoSan a spin - even if this is almost certainly not what you had in mind!



"Come on!"

It's a matter of pride that Zoro reaches out to no one, save Luffy; that his captain's intervention is the only law he will accept. But these islanders' bristling bronze spears are making a good point or thirty, and the silk webbing that their pet giant spiders sprayed on him have stuck his swords tightly enough in their sheaths that he can't present a counter-argument.

"Hurry up!"

Not to mention they've wrapped Luffy and Chopper and Brook and Robin in seastone shackles, and they knocked Frankie over the head with a rock the size of a canoe, and Usopp and Nami haven't yet managed to file through the iron bars of their cage. The giant pot over the bonfire has started bubbling ominously, and as hungry as Zoro is, he doesn't want to know what the first ingredients in their stew are going to be. Not unless he and his nakama can prove themselves.

"Get on with it, shitty marimo!"

If it were Luffy standing before him, he wouldn't hesitate. Or Nami or Robin, or even Brook--hell, if it were any other of his nakama--but why does it have to be the damn cook? "We would see the masters among you perform," the chief in the crazy hat had said--just because the islanders had seen him and the cook mid-fight, and assumed they were the crew's top talent.

Both Zoro and Sanji denied this assumption vehemently. "I was just sparring with the shitty swordsman," Sanji kept saying, "spar-ring, that's it, doesn't prove anything," while Zoro described the various amazing skills of their nakama, but all to no avail.

So now they stand here in the middle of the village, encircled by their enemies, with their nakama watching with desperate, sinking hopes.

"Take my hand, dammit," Sanji snaps, and Zoro has no choice.

Grabbing the damn cook's skinny fingers, he bites down hard on the rose stem between his teeth, and yanks his crewmate into the first steps of the ceremonial tango.

[edna-blackadder.livejournal.com]

Napoleon/Illya -- "That happened to you, didn't it."

"That" can be as silly or serious as you like :)

[bluemeanybeany.livejournal.com]

Illya\Napoleon; Holster porn and leather gloves

For example.....
http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww149/Shovewood/Movie_0038001_0005.jpg
http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww149/Shovewood/Movie_0038001_0009.jpg
http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww149/Shovewood/Movie_0038001_0012.jpg

And also this one because I think its funny
http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww149/Shovewood/Movie_0038001_0006.jpg
*giggles*

[bluemeanybeany.livejournal.com]

tagged onto that can be the how IK and Napasha REALLY found out that the table top in the "Closet Summit Room" was layed with explosive in the Mad, Mad Tea Party Affair.

[innueneko.livejournal.com]

Dunno if you've read the rest of ES21 (IT ENDED WHAT I KNOW). But if you can, Hiruma and his "career(s)" of choice. X3

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

homg it ended? for reals??? (I haven't read any es21 for 2 years or more ^^;) was it a good ending? ^^;

[rheasilvia.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Yue/Touya
Prompt: The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.
Havelock Ellis (1859 - 1939)
Alternate Prompt: There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin (1937 - 2008)

(Really wanted to ask for a j-pop pairing, but since it's a wide field and I have no idea who you like there, I restrained myself. *g*)

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I'm not into any J-pop; the closest I come is various j-dramas...so I can't pair, say, Arashi, because when I think Matsujun I think Shin, and Shin is Yankumi's NOW AND FOREVER :DDD

But Yue/Touya I might be able to manage...hmmmm...

[ezazahaz.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I <3 drabble prompting! So many options, though... Let's go with:
MFU, Napoleon & Illya (slash or not, up to you): Good cop/bad cop, humor.

*shot in the dark*

[madsqueeble.livejournal.com]

Kouryuu, Koumyou, seashore.

Re: *shot in the dark*

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Not sure how this will go, considering I had to Google to remember which one was Genjo Sanzo - been a while since I've run with these boys!


Kouryuu doesn't like the sea, the way it arches over the horizon and goes on forever, and yet the waves keep washing up and washing up on the sand, as if even the ocean's terrifyingly vast depths aren't large enough to contain them. And every wave is higher, until the saltwater overflows, lapping at their toes.

"It's not that the ocean's basin is too shallow," Koumyou tells him, when he asks. "But the moon is calling to the water, so the water has to rise to try to reach it."

"But the moon's too far away," Kouryuu says. "The water will never reach it."

"But that is what it means to be the ocean," Koumyou says. "The ocean's waves are more powerful than anything people can build, but when the moon calls, the ocean will always rise to it, with all its strength, until it overflows."

"That's stupid," Kouryuu says.

Koumyou smiles. "Only to those who have never heard the moon."

[topaz-kat.livejournal.com]

Good luck in the drabbles ^_^! I am working on a fic and have been stuck for about three chapters.

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Good luck with your fic! I sympathize with the getting-stuck; I've got a couple stories that stalled past the 100-page mark!

[naye]

*pounces you*

Okay, I will give you crack. Because you know you like it! ♥

Worlds colliding: SGA meets One Piece. (See, I am able to think of other things than just One Piece!)

Alternatively, we did use to wonder what would happen if Minekura's boys somehow crossed the Grand Line on their journey west...!

[ladykarasu.livejournal.com]

I am so horribly amused that you just went the same general route as I did at nearly the same time. Hope I catch your drabble too, sounds fun. ;)

[ladykarasu.livejournal.com]

i knew what I wanted until I came in here and was reminded you were in the Dr. Who fandom too, so just for shits and giggles (and because I could REALLY use a distraction) how about seeing how the good doctor would fair in One Piece land? Crack or serious, I'll happily take either. ;) (What, me make an easy request? Really now...)

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Hee - I've actually already written the Doctor on the Grand Line...might see if I can do more with that, but I admit to finding the Doctor really, really hard to write! ^^;

[tasabian.livejournal.com]

*hopeful voice* Non-angsty Clex?

[utopiantrunks.livejournal.com]

Muncle, Napoleon & Illya, reading aloud.

Not that I'd take advantage of you... because I'd never. Y'know, if it catches your fancy. Fluffily. XD

consider my fancy caught!

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

0_0 Napoleon looks like he's doing something downright obscene to that communicator in your icon! (And your prompt reminds me that I haven't listened to any of the McCallum-read books on tape. Bet they're very nice...)


The best part about being flashed in the eyes by a THRUSH photon ray (insofar as one can look on the bright side while temporarily blinded) is that Napoleon can't read mission reports himself. But a CEA's work is never done, so for the forty-eight hours he must keep the light-blocking mask bandaged over his eyes, Illya reads them to him.

The reports are the usual fare: Agent Harris, ID#2901, captured by THRUSH Gibraltar at 1730, 9/22, retrieved with microdot plans for satellite-jamming lunar radar dish by Agent Santos, ID#3791, 9/23. But it's not the words or the information; it's Illya's voice as he reads them, low and calm, his deep smooth tone textured by his accent. More British than Russian these days, especially when he reads, crisp consonants and Oxford vowels, sure and evenly pronounced.

Napoleon doesn't like not being able to see, the helplessness of it, not knowing precisely where he is, or anyone else. But now, if he leans back in his chair and shuts his eyes behind the mask, he can pretend that he's only resting his eyelids for a moment; in his mind's eye he can picture Illya perfectly, sitting on the chair across from him, hideous black glasses on his nose, blue eyes intent on the file before him. He can hear in the ease of Illya's voice that he's relaxed; he'll have one leg up, toe of his shoe balanced on the edge of Napoleon's desk, knee supporting his elbow as he holds the file in one hand, his other hand at his side, restless fingers playing with a pen, or maybe a paperclip, if there were a loose one about.

Illya finishes the report, puts it down with a rustle of paper and asks, "Shall we continue?"

He's been reading for a couple hours now, and his throat sounds a little dry. "No, let's call it quits. Don't want to wear out your voice," Napoleon says, sitting up.

"Are you sure? I don't mind," Illya says. "We've only got a few more to go. We could finish them tonight. Unless you've got other plans?"

"None to speak of," Napoleon says. "Not much point in a date if I can't even see the lovely girl I'm with, is there?"

"I suppose not," Illya agrees, and Napoleon doesn't need to see his face to hear the edge of his slight sardonic smile, to know the exact way his lips are curving around the words. Just as he doesn't need to see Illya to know that if he reached out his left hand now, he's close enough to brush Illya's sleeve.

"All right, then, let's finish them," Napoleon says. "I'll buy you a glass of wine to soothe your throat, afterwards."

"Make it a bottle," Illya says, and starts on the next report.

[lukita.livejournal.com]

Cause I'm cracked...

Doctor Who and Numb3rs =D Donna and oh I don't know... Larry? Charlie? Don and his team?

Donna being awesome temp for one of them?

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was hard...Donna's one of those characters who I hesitate writing, for fear of not doing her justice...


The first day Donna temped at the physics department office, Larry suspected he'd caught her at a bad time. The second day he discovered they had irreconcilable viewpoints in time-management philosophy.

The third day he decided he simply didn't like her.

On the fourth day, she gave him an hour, half hour, and ten minutes warnings for his meeting with the dean, while simultaneously rescheduling two full department meetings, and keeping the coffee maker percolating through all of it, and he realized he'd been wrong about her.

The last day of the week, he looked into Donna Noble's eyes, and was unexpectedly reminded of his return from the space station, the smallness of the Earth, the aggravating necessities of everyday, after gazing into the universe's beautiful infinite.

Like that, but a thousand times over, too great a frustration to comprehend, and Larry was disappointed in himself, for being relieved to see her go.

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, moments of genius

If you're so inclined. :)

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

I am so inclined! ^^ (I wanted to get this down to a real drabble, but ended up needing an extra 36...)


His brain saved the day again; his brilliant idea kept the city afloat. Rodney proudly accepts his much-deserved credit.

Except he wouldn't have had it if not for John's hands, John's mouth. The expert way John can bring him over the edge into that ecstatic instant of absolute clarity.

Not that Rodney can tell anyone that his ultimate inspiration was a really fantastic blowjob. Still, after the celebration and praise, it eats at him, late into the night. Finally he sits up, grabs the radio by his bed. "John. I couldn't--maybe I couldn't have done it. In time. Without you."

"Neither could I," John says, "without you. Since I'd now be dead, and all."

"So, call it...teamwork?" Rodney asks.

John snorts, but his voice is warm. "Good a name for it as any," he says.

[tanndell.livejournal.com]

You're back... I missed your fics... Well, for what it's worth, here's my suggestion...Crossover of doom... SGA/MfU... Rodney Mckay meets Illya Kuryakin. Physics geekery and snark ensues... disapproval of womanizing partners would be a welcome bonus...

[gnine.livejournal.com]

'Course, do a writing challenge the one point I'm incommunicado :-p

Since I was just watching the NCIS: FOURSOME! Because I needs me some like woah!

[nikojen.livejournal.com]

De-lurking to toss one on the pile. :)

One Piece - Sanji & Nami - something nakama-shippy

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

[set very early, pre-Grand Line]

Fresh fruit was often hard to come by on the Baratie. So for the first few weeks after they bring the mikan trees on board, as they sail for Logue Town, Sanji goes a little wild, browsing his cookbooks, trying his hand at mikan tarts and salads and preserves, freezing them for desserts and adding them to sauces. All prove a big hit, especially worth it for the way Nami-san delights in every taste.

Hoping to make a special surprise, Sanji polls the rest of the crew. The stupid swordsman doesn't bother remembering anything he ate more than a day before, and Luffy can't describe food in greater detail than "meat," or "dessert." But Usopp mentions orange muffins, so Sanji stays up a couple nights finessing the recipe, and finally bakes a batch of mikan muffins for breakfast.

They smell right, so rather than eat himself, Sanji watches the rest of the crew--Nami-san especially, whose eyes go oddly bright when he sets the muffin tray on the table. He watches her pick up the largest muffin, carefully peel back the wrapper with slender fingers (are they trembling?), and break off a piece, which she slowly brings up to her mouth and closes her lips over.

For a moment her face is a blank; then she pales and her mouth folds into a wrinkle, and she swallows with a revolted gulp that's loud enough for Sanji to hear like thunder, over the din of the others gobbling. Nami-san ducks her head and grabs her glass of water, quaffs all of it, then gets up from the table and hurries out of the galley, keeping her face turned from Sanji all the while.

Sanji stands there at the head of the table, unmoving, feeling like he's at the bottom of a very deep and dank well, with buckets of cold water being drawn up from his heart, while the others finish chowing down, cheerfully oblivious. They all thank him for the food when they're done, but Sanji doesn't hear any of them.

Not until Usopp claps him on the back, saying, "Thanks, Sanji, those were delicious, as good as my mom's!"

Then Sanji gets it.

That afternoon he makes mousse, pastries, six flavors of sherbet, chocolate flowers. In the end he doesn't take any of them, but goes empty-handed to the door of Nami-san's cabin, and only has to take four deep breaths before he brings himself to knock.

"Yes?" Nami-san calls, and Sanji's knees tremble.

"Nami-san," he wails, "I'm so sorry, I should never have made those muffins, I had no right--how could I ever affect to imitate a mother's cooking, I'll never do anything so grievously disrespectful to you again--"

The latch clicks and Nami-san's door opens, with her standing there behind it. "Sanji-kun," she says, "it's all right."

Her face is no longer wan and pursed in disgust, and it's only because he's stared into her beautiful eyes so often that he can tell they're a little red--only the slightest bit, at the corners, enhancing the depths of tender hazel brown.

"But how could I do something so unthinking?" Sanji gasps. "To imagine that I could bake anything conceivably comparable to what your mother baked for you--"

Nami-san's lovely lips quirk. "No...they weren't really comparable," she agrees.

"I'll never do it again," Sanji desperately declares, "so if someday you could contemplate forgiving me--"

He's not ready for Nami-san to take his shoulders in her slim, strong hands; he almost faints from the joy of her touch. "Sanji-kun, I forgive you now," she says. "It was sweet of you. And really, I'd like to try them again. When I'm ready for it. This morning, it's just..." She makes a face. "The last time I had mikan muffins, I was sick for two days. So I need to get used to them."

Sanji stares at her. "Two days?"

"Baking powder instead of flour will do that," Nami-san says. "My mother...wasn't really into cooking. But she tried, for us..."

"But to eat food made with a mother's love--there's nothing like it," Sanji says. He doesn't remember personally, but he knows it must be true.

"No," Nami-san says, and for a moment her smile is soft and wistfully sad, and he would do anything to brighten it.

Then Nami-san raises her head, winks at him. "But truth be told--I'd rather be eating yours."

"Forever and always, Nami-san," Sanji vows, and Nami-san's grin is sweeter than any mikan on her tree.

[astridv.livejournal.com]

SGA, girl power

[sylveraven.livejournal.com]

Not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'd like to add on to the deluge. I love your stories.

MUNCLE - Illya/Napoleon - Something angsty or hurt/comfort. Bonus points if it involves the Red Scare and Illya having trouble in America. Or pre-UNCLE Illya.

[droolfangrrl.livejournal.com]

early smallville, clark & lex or clark/ lex if you prefer

The gang is going to a costume party. They're doing the addams family, clark is going as cousin lurch and lex ends up stuck with going as cousin Itt (incognito)

Hijinks ensue!

[crashtestskater.livejournal.com]

Question, does your 'x never marks the spot' a DW quote from Whirled History?

If so, very cute.

As for a prompt, how about something original, 'my fingers hurt'.

love ya

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

Hee - actually the "X never marks the spot" is from Indiana Jones, but maybe it's in DW, too? a twofer! ^^

will see about your prompt...(my fingers did hurt after playing Soul Calibur last night ^^;)

*hugs*

[crashtestskater.livejournal.com]

ok that is just so cute and I would love to see a pic of that. Big smiles.

[crashtestskater.livejournal.com]

very cute. I love all the detail.


But there are lots of fun things that you can do when blindfolded, possibilities...