Flist icon drabbles Part 9
The next five icons (for enelya, eolianbeck, erinaf, firesignwriter, and flowery_twat), covering Star Wars, West Wing, The Muppets, Pirates of the Caribbean and Lotrips. Hope you enjoy! I've counted up and there will eventually be 125 of these icon drabble things in 25 groups of five.
I thank you for the great feedback. I'd keep doing them anyway because I'm really inspired by the variety of characters and stories I have found in your icons to write about, but it's really encouraging to find out that I'm not just tossing these out into a void.
enelya, (Star Wars, Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin (ish), 100 words)
There were times when Padme almost forgot Anakin was a Jedi. There was an aura of power around him, an electricity that almost crackled, but there was none of the calm, of the control, of the inner peace that she associated with the Jedi.
That was embodied in Obi-Wan.
Anakin charged the room with his energy, but Obi-Wan soothed Padme’s spirit with his presence. In a universe that was teetering on chaos, she needed Obi-Wan’s tranquility. She needed his dry wit, his easy smile, his common sense.
Perhaps, she thought with a sharp pang, even more than she needed Anakin.
eolianbeck, (West Wing, Toby, 100 words)
Some days the importance of what he was doing wasn’t worth the amount of bullshit he had to put up with to accomplish it.
Toby remembered when his desk drawers hadn’t held a collection of Maalox to rival a well-stocked CVS and days when the phrase “the Speaker’s on the phone” hadn’t been enough to give him heartburn.
Today wasn’t that day. Today, all he saw were dumb people and he was too irritated not to tell them exactly what he thought. He pulled the door closed and tried to ignore the raging stupidity until the antacid kicked in.
erinaf, (Muppets, Pepe the King Prawn, 100 words)
Being a king prawn, it isn’t easy, okay? There are the groupies, all right, who follow me around all day yelling “I want to dip you in cocktail sauce” and that’s just not hygienic. And Marc Anthony, he has called twelve times this morning for hints to please his wife.
Maybe I should tell him to dip himself in cocktail sauce.
What? It could be a trend, okay?
You live with a pig, a frog and a dozen chickens, and then we’ll see if you make much sense, either.
I need a margarita. And a massage. Make yourself useful, okay?
firesignwriter (Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack, 100 words)
He’d been on land less than an hour and he was already twitchy. It wasn’t natural, Jack thought, the ground not moving up and down.
He considered that for a moment. Well, it might be natural, but it didn’t make it right.
Jack needed another ship and a drink. Possibly not in that order. It was difficult to be Captain Jack Sparrow without a ship, but damned impossible to walk the streets of Port Royal without rum. Too many people, too much noise and not enough willing women. Give him Tortuga any day.
Rum, ship…Tortuga. Now there was an idea.
flowery_twat (Lotrips, Dom, Elijah, 100 words)
Elijah ran through the interview in his mind: “You kick balls?” “Died in car accident.” And all on fucking tape. Brilliant, devious, completely evil. He should’ve known it was a set-up.
He was going to fucking kill Dom. Oh, yes, vengeance would be his. He would retaliate with a prank so amazing it would be whispered about on movie sets for decades. It would be so perfect that people would stop talking when he entered a room as a token of respect for what he had done.
If only he could come up with an idea. Any idea.
Fuck.
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.
I thank you for the great feedback. I'd keep doing them anyway because I'm really inspired by the variety of characters and stories I have found in your icons to write about, but it's really encouraging to find out that I'm not just tossing these out into a void.
enelya, (Star Wars, Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin (ish), 100 words)
There were times when Padme almost forgot Anakin was a Jedi. There was an aura of power around him, an electricity that almost crackled, but there was none of the calm, of the control, of the inner peace that she associated with the Jedi.
That was embodied in Obi-Wan.
Anakin charged the room with his energy, but Obi-Wan soothed Padme’s spirit with his presence. In a universe that was teetering on chaos, she needed Obi-Wan’s tranquility. She needed his dry wit, his easy smile, his common sense.
Perhaps, she thought with a sharp pang, even more than she needed Anakin.
eolianbeck, (West Wing, Toby, 100 words)
Some days the importance of what he was doing wasn’t worth the amount of bullshit he had to put up with to accomplish it.
Toby remembered when his desk drawers hadn’t held a collection of Maalox to rival a well-stocked CVS and days when the phrase “the Speaker’s on the phone” hadn’t been enough to give him heartburn.
Today wasn’t that day. Today, all he saw were dumb people and he was too irritated not to tell them exactly what he thought. He pulled the door closed and tried to ignore the raging stupidity until the antacid kicked in.
erinaf, (Muppets, Pepe the King Prawn, 100 words)
Being a king prawn, it isn’t easy, okay? There are the groupies, all right, who follow me around all day yelling “I want to dip you in cocktail sauce” and that’s just not hygienic. And Marc Anthony, he has called twelve times this morning for hints to please his wife.
Maybe I should tell him to dip himself in cocktail sauce.
What? It could be a trend, okay?
You live with a pig, a frog and a dozen chickens, and then we’ll see if you make much sense, either.
I need a margarita. And a massage. Make yourself useful, okay?
firesignwriter (Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack, 100 words)
He’d been on land less than an hour and he was already twitchy. It wasn’t natural, Jack thought, the ground not moving up and down.
He considered that for a moment. Well, it might be natural, but it didn’t make it right.
Jack needed another ship and a drink. Possibly not in that order. It was difficult to be Captain Jack Sparrow without a ship, but damned impossible to walk the streets of Port Royal without rum. Too many people, too much noise and not enough willing women. Give him Tortuga any day.
Rum, ship…Tortuga. Now there was an idea.
flowery_twat (Lotrips, Dom, Elijah, 100 words)
Elijah ran through the interview in his mind: “You kick balls?” “Died in car accident.” And all on fucking tape. Brilliant, devious, completely evil. He should’ve known it was a set-up.
He was going to fucking kill Dom. Oh, yes, vengeance would be his. He would retaliate with a prank so amazing it would be whispered about on movie sets for decades. It would be so perfect that people would stop talking when he entered a room as a token of respect for what he had done.
If only he could come up with an idea. Any idea.
Fuck.
The previous drabbles can be found here. The next five can be found here.