Final consolidated "Stump The Writer" drabble post. Mixed fandoms.
I’m officially closing out the challenge, so that I can devote my (ahem) energies to the fun and games coming up in May with mmom
Playing this game has been a blast and I fully encourage any fanfic writers who haven't done it yet to take up the challenge. I loved being stumped and writing the drabbles, although I will say with full admiration that some of you guys are seriously sick mofos.
#1-For icaro_76
Request: I'd like a very clever Cpt. Blackadder and (obviously not-so-clever) Lt. George, where the latter comes up with a rather complicated simile. Non-sexual ship.
For this one I had to exceed my own 200 word limit.
Fandom: Blackadder, 4th series.
Rating: G
Wordcount: 300
Of all the indignities brought on by the war, the worst was knowing that he might end his days in the company of Baldrick and George, who between them had fewer brain-cells than the average tea-cozy
“Blooming odd dream I had last night,” Baldrick announced. “Running all over the country digging stuff up. Worst job in history, I tell you.”
Worse than sitting a frozen trench waiting for an order to commit suicide by running directly into a machine gun barrage, he wondered, turning to the other inmate in his own personal asylum, a choice he would immediately regret.
“How about you George? Any bit of whimsy disturbing the Colhurst St. Barleigh slumber?”
“No sir,”
“Nothing?”
“Not a thing.” George replied, driving the captain into a rage.
“You can sleep through the blasted machine gun fire and the cold and the fear and that thing you call a mind does nothing to lift you out of this? You don’t close your eyes and find yourself flouncing about like a feeble-minded prince or being served by one of those perfect butlers you left behind in civilian life or running some state security system or serving as a mad doctor with an odd accent and strange fondness for facial hair?”
George remained unaffected by his superior’s outburst and merely shook his head.
“Why the hell not?” Blackadder demanded, forcing George into the rare action of thought. He almost imagined he could hear a rarely used motor attempting to run until it burned itself out.
“Well Sir, if things are as dashed awful as you say, then it can’t be real, can it? How could serving king and country be anything other than a dream itself. I must be somewhere imagining all this. A doctor did you say? I rather like that one.”
#2-For magegirl8
Request-How about... power/control/domination struggle between House and Wilson. Angst is a plus but not necessary - and a rating above pg13?
Fandom: House MD
Rating: Hard-R
Wordcount:100
Includes quote from “Control.”
It wasn’t Wilson’s so-called niceness that House resented; it was the sense of superiority.
“Our friendship is a moral obligation.”
The only way to knock Wilson off his high-horse was to make him hurt his friend and the best way to do that was sex. In bed, he teased and taunted, goading Wilson into fucking him too hard, too fast, heedless of the pain he normally catered to and tiptoed around, until they were both screaming.
Afterwards he made Wilson look at the bruises he’d left, knowing that he’d feel guilt longer than House would feel the ache.
He’d won.
#3-For kohl-rimmed-eye
Request-Lindsay/Mac, please. Danny is allowed to be jealous, but you get to decide over who (because I'm not entirely mean).
Fandom: CSI-NY
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Danny wants to be happy for them.
He’s spent enough time wishing for Mac to give up his title of the least emotionally available man in Manhattan and it didn’t take a shrink to guess that Montana would gravitate toward the most obvious daddy figure she could find.
You can tell they’re good for each other, from the smiles that only an experienced Mac-watcher would be able to pick up while still pretending to look down at a microscope.
He wants to be happy, but it hurts so damn bad it’s killing him.
Why did it have to be her?
#4-for kohl-rimmed-eye She won another drabble by digging up a copy of my first ever Housefic story, which I had brilliantly managed to delete from LJ.
Request- Do me some House/Wilson, as dark as you want to make it.
Fandom: House MD
Wordcount: 100
Rating: Drugs
Sequel to Negotiation , which contains a major spoiler for “Words&Deeds,” but I think it can also be read as a stand-alone.
“Do you have to do that in front me?”
“You want me to hide in the bathroom like a junkie? If you can’t see it, it’s not happening?”
“We had a deal.”
“No, you gave me an ultimatum and I played along so you'd shut up.”
“I know why you’re doing this.”
“Because I’m in pain.”
“I stopped reacting every time you pop a Vicodin, so you’ve upped the ante.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of schlepping that cross?”
“Where are you even getting that stuff?”
“I’ve got friends.”
“No. You’ve got that or you’ve got me.”
“Goodbye, Wilson.”
Playing this game has been a blast and I fully encourage any fanfic writers who haven't done it yet to take up the challenge. I loved being stumped and writing the drabbles, although I will say with full admiration that some of you guys are seriously sick mofos.
#1-For icaro_76
Request: I'd like a very clever Cpt. Blackadder and (obviously not-so-clever) Lt. George, where the latter comes up with a rather complicated simile. Non-sexual ship.
For this one I had to exceed my own 200 word limit.
Fandom: Blackadder, 4th series.
Rating: G
Wordcount: 300
Of all the indignities brought on by the war, the worst was knowing that he might end his days in the company of Baldrick and George, who between them had fewer brain-cells than the average tea-cozy
“Blooming odd dream I had last night,” Baldrick announced. “Running all over the country digging stuff up. Worst job in history, I tell you.”
Worse than sitting a frozen trench waiting for an order to commit suicide by running directly into a machine gun barrage, he wondered, turning to the other inmate in his own personal asylum, a choice he would immediately regret.
“How about you George? Any bit of whimsy disturbing the Colhurst St. Barleigh slumber?”
“No sir,”
“Nothing?”
“Not a thing.” George replied, driving the captain into a rage.
“You can sleep through the blasted machine gun fire and the cold and the fear and that thing you call a mind does nothing to lift you out of this? You don’t close your eyes and find yourself flouncing about like a feeble-minded prince or being served by one of those perfect butlers you left behind in civilian life or running some state security system or serving as a mad doctor with an odd accent and strange fondness for facial hair?”
George remained unaffected by his superior’s outburst and merely shook his head.
“Why the hell not?” Blackadder demanded, forcing George into the rare action of thought. He almost imagined he could hear a rarely used motor attempting to run until it burned itself out.
“Well Sir, if things are as dashed awful as you say, then it can’t be real, can it? How could serving king and country be anything other than a dream itself. I must be somewhere imagining all this. A doctor did you say? I rather like that one.”
#2-For magegirl8
Request-How about... power/control/domination struggle between House and Wilson. Angst is a plus but not necessary - and a rating above pg13?
Fandom: House MD
Rating: Hard-R
Wordcount:100
Includes quote from “Control.”
It wasn’t Wilson’s so-called niceness that House resented; it was the sense of superiority.
“Our friendship is a moral obligation.”
The only way to knock Wilson off his high-horse was to make him hurt his friend and the best way to do that was sex. In bed, he teased and taunted, goading Wilson into fucking him too hard, too fast, heedless of the pain he normally catered to and tiptoed around, until they were both screaming.
Afterwards he made Wilson look at the bruises he’d left, knowing that he’d feel guilt longer than House would feel the ache.
He’d won.
#3-For kohl-rimmed-eye
Request-Lindsay/Mac, please. Danny is allowed to be jealous, but you get to decide over who (because I'm not entirely mean).
Fandom: CSI-NY
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Danny wants to be happy for them.
He’s spent enough time wishing for Mac to give up his title of the least emotionally available man in Manhattan and it didn’t take a shrink to guess that Montana would gravitate toward the most obvious daddy figure she could find.
You can tell they’re good for each other, from the smiles that only an experienced Mac-watcher would be able to pick up while still pretending to look down at a microscope.
He wants to be happy, but it hurts so damn bad it’s killing him.
Why did it have to be her?
#4-for kohl-rimmed-eye She won another drabble by digging up a copy of my first ever Housefic story, which I had brilliantly managed to delete from LJ.
Request- Do me some House/Wilson, as dark as you want to make it.
Fandom: House MD
Wordcount: 100
Rating: Drugs
Sequel to Negotiation , which contains a major spoiler for “Words&Deeds,” but I think it can also be read as a stand-alone.
“Do you have to do that in front me?”
“You want me to hide in the bathroom like a junkie? If you can’t see it, it’s not happening?”
“We had a deal.”
“No, you gave me an ultimatum and I played along so you'd shut up.”
“I know why you’re doing this.”
“Because I’m in pain.”
“I stopped reacting every time you pop a Vicodin, so you’ve upped the ante.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of schlepping that cross?”
“Where are you even getting that stuff?”
“I’ve got friends.”
“No. You’ve got that or you’ve got me.”
“Goodbye, Wilson.”