writing meme: the prompts
so something broke through the big old blockage in my brain. maybe because i wasn't trying to write smut, that's why it came. i don't know. most of it came fairly easily. the only response not here is the one written for Daz because... *sighs* that one is fucking epic. as it stands, i've already done almost 11,000 words and i haven't even gotten to the smut yet. i know, i know. it was supposed to be a drabble. no more than 100 words.
try telling Remy that. and the bunnies. bastards all.
i've had a solid idea for Nan's almost since she gave it to me. Sam's and Leon's were harder, with Gin's falling somewhere in between. its taken me a while to get to them. the shortest is 136 words, the longest 403. here's hoping you all like.
prompt given by: nanaeanaven
pairing: Ginny/Draco
word count: 290
title: Just do it.
"Why is that Muggle dressed like that? He looks like an idiot."
"Because he's what's known as an Elvis impersonator." Ginny rolled her eyes at the blonde standing beside her. He gave her a look that clearly said he knew nothing of which she spoke. Heaving a sigh, she motioned to the man with one hand. He was wearing a white jumpsuit with spangles and sparkles all over it and his hair had been slicked up into a shining mass. The large sunglasses hid his eyes and his lips were twisted into a strange little sneer. "Elvis was a musician that Muggles really liked about forty years ago."
"This man doesn't look that old. Are you sure he isn't a Wizard?"
"He died suddenly, a long time before we were born."
"This guy isn't the real Elvis? Then why is he..."
"They're still fascinated with him."
"He's pretending to be this other man? To what end? What purpose does his deceit serve?"
Ginny turned to glare at Draco, poking one finger into his chest. "Do me a favor, Malfoy. Shut up and pay attention."
Draco snarled at her, crossing his arms over his chest in a typical Malfoy pose. "This is stupid. Why are we even here? Why didn't we stay in London and do this properly?"
"Because our parents both had screaming fits, you git!" Ginny snapped and stepped into him. He actually took a step back and she narrowed her eyes on him. "This is how it has to be. So shut it and say 'I do!' when the moment comes or, so help me, I'll hex you into next week! Do you understand me?"
Draco cringed and looked at the man in the bejeweled jumpsuit. "I do."
prompt given by: ginevrasm
pairing: Jason/Claudia
word count: 136
title: Check
Jason watched Claudia as she studied him. Her eyes were intent and probing. Dark. He smirked at her and leaned forward. She was caught and she knew it. He was relatively certain she was trying to find some way out of her current position. She wasn't going to find one. Not in a million years.
"How did you do that?" she asked, dropping her gaze down between them.
"You didn't believe me when I told you that I was good at this. You had to see for yourself. Believe me now?" There was smug satisfaction in his voice. She lifted a lip in a snarl.
"There's some way out of this. I'm sure of it," she replied.
"There isn't, Claudia. Its the end." He reached out and tapped the top of the piece. "You're in checkmate."
prompt given by: samuraiter
pairing: Jean Claude/Sookie Stackhouse
word count: 403
title: Across the Universe
He stared at the blonde and wondered where she'd come from. He'd been with Anita before the dawn. When he'd risen with dusk, this woman had been standing over him, staring at him as if she'd never seen a vampire before. Anita was no where to be found. Just what in the world was going on?
"What have you done with Eric?" she asked him without preamble.
"I know no one called Eric," he told her, looking at his surroundings. They were unfamiliar. What the hell? "Where am I? And who are you?"
"My name's Sookie. And I don't exactly know where this is. When I woke up, we were in this room. I know I went to sleep in my own bed last night. Eric was with me." She looked up at him with a frown. "How did we get here?"
"I can explain that," a voice said from the shadows. A heartbeat later, a strange little man stepped out of the darkness and smiled at them both. "I brought you both here. I wanted to meet you. Put you together. See what would happen if I did."
"And who are you?" Jean Claude asked, eyeing the stranger with an empty expression. The man smiled and waved to the room around him.
"I'm a fan fiction writer. This is actually the inside of my head. I'm going to write a fic with you two in it."
"Fan fiction? What's that?" Sookie asked, blinking in confusion.
"It is something that people do with literary figures like ourselves. So that they can see pairings and events of their choosing," Jean Claude explained. "Which means he plans on writing a cross over. I am sure this will go well."
The man ignored them and spread his hands wide. The room sprang to life in pastel colors, with all manner of fantastical creatures. His eyes blazed like a zealots as he stared at the two of them. "I'm seeing purple unicorns and pink dragons. Maybe some blue mushrooms and..."
"Oh my God! I always knew it was possible, but I didn't think it would happen," Sookie looked around, her face echoing the despair in her voice.
"What did you not think would happen?"
"I've died and I've gone to Hell. This is Hell." Jean Claude cast his gaze around the room, filled with prancing pixies and lecherous leprechauns. Yes. He had to agree. It was Hell.
prompt given by: leonhart29
pairing: Gambit/Vampire Hunter D
theme: "What else can that hand do?"
word count: 315
title: Dirty
He stared at the tall, thin man sprawled gracelessly in the grass. There seemed to be no life left in him, but that didn't mean anything. Remy had seen far too many people die and come back to life. Though several bloody gashes marred the figure's arms and torso, there was something not quite right about him. The Cajun drew a pair of cards from the deck and held them at the ready.
A flicker of movement caught his eye. One of the man's hands was moving, though it appeared as if the motion was limited to the hand. A quick glance assured him that nothing else was moving. Just the hand. Remy blinked. He heard... a crunching sound? Glancing around, he looked for the source of the sound. And realized it was coming from the hand.
The extremity in question raised up and he could see a mouth. It was chewing as if eating. There was a small pit in the dirt that had recently been under the hand. What kind of man had a hand that came equipped with a mouth?
The hand turned toward him and stared. Then it swiveled back toward its body and punched at its stomach sharply. "Wake up, D. We've got trouble." Almost instantly, the man was on his feet and he was holding a rather nasty looking sword. The tip of it was pointed at Remy. The two of them sized one another up. Then the man put his sword away. Remy was able to see that his hand was once more normal.
He watched the man for a few moments, taking his time in studying the almost unearthly beauty of the stranger. His thoughts traveled south for a minute or two before he reined them in. There was only one thought in his head as the other man walked away. 'What else can that hand do?'
and there you have it. isn't that just horrible? don't stone me. its what i came up with at midnight.
wanna catch up on all my stuff? check this link out. its got everything! The Ultimate ldf Fic Index
try telling Remy that. and the bunnies. bastards all.
i've had a solid idea for Nan's almost since she gave it to me. Sam's and Leon's were harder, with Gin's falling somewhere in between. its taken me a while to get to them. the shortest is 136 words, the longest 403. here's hoping you all like.
prompt given by: nanaeanaven
pairing: Ginny/Draco
word count: 290
title: Just do it.
"Why is that Muggle dressed like that? He looks like an idiot."
"Because he's what's known as an Elvis impersonator." Ginny rolled her eyes at the blonde standing beside her. He gave her a look that clearly said he knew nothing of which she spoke. Heaving a sigh, she motioned to the man with one hand. He was wearing a white jumpsuit with spangles and sparkles all over it and his hair had been slicked up into a shining mass. The large sunglasses hid his eyes and his lips were twisted into a strange little sneer. "Elvis was a musician that Muggles really liked about forty years ago."
"This man doesn't look that old. Are you sure he isn't a Wizard?"
"He died suddenly, a long time before we were born."
"This guy isn't the real Elvis? Then why is he..."
"They're still fascinated with him."
"He's pretending to be this other man? To what end? What purpose does his deceit serve?"
Ginny turned to glare at Draco, poking one finger into his chest. "Do me a favor, Malfoy. Shut up and pay attention."
Draco snarled at her, crossing his arms over his chest in a typical Malfoy pose. "This is stupid. Why are we even here? Why didn't we stay in London and do this properly?"
"Because our parents both had screaming fits, you git!" Ginny snapped and stepped into him. He actually took a step back and she narrowed her eyes on him. "This is how it has to be. So shut it and say 'I do!' when the moment comes or, so help me, I'll hex you into next week! Do you understand me?"
Draco cringed and looked at the man in the bejeweled jumpsuit. "I do."
prompt given by: ginevrasm
pairing: Jason/Claudia
word count: 136
title: Check
Jason watched Claudia as she studied him. Her eyes were intent and probing. Dark. He smirked at her and leaned forward. She was caught and she knew it. He was relatively certain she was trying to find some way out of her current position. She wasn't going to find one. Not in a million years.
"How did you do that?" she asked, dropping her gaze down between them.
"You didn't believe me when I told you that I was good at this. You had to see for yourself. Believe me now?" There was smug satisfaction in his voice. She lifted a lip in a snarl.
"There's some way out of this. I'm sure of it," she replied.
"There isn't, Claudia. Its the end." He reached out and tapped the top of the piece. "You're in checkmate."
prompt given by: samuraiter
pairing: Jean Claude/Sookie Stackhouse
word count: 403
title: Across the Universe
He stared at the blonde and wondered where she'd come from. He'd been with Anita before the dawn. When he'd risen with dusk, this woman had been standing over him, staring at him as if she'd never seen a vampire before. Anita was no where to be found. Just what in the world was going on?
"What have you done with Eric?" she asked him without preamble.
"I know no one called Eric," he told her, looking at his surroundings. They were unfamiliar. What the hell? "Where am I? And who are you?"
"My name's Sookie. And I don't exactly know where this is. When I woke up, we were in this room. I know I went to sleep in my own bed last night. Eric was with me." She looked up at him with a frown. "How did we get here?"
"I can explain that," a voice said from the shadows. A heartbeat later, a strange little man stepped out of the darkness and smiled at them both. "I brought you both here. I wanted to meet you. Put you together. See what would happen if I did."
"And who are you?" Jean Claude asked, eyeing the stranger with an empty expression. The man smiled and waved to the room around him.
"I'm a fan fiction writer. This is actually the inside of my head. I'm going to write a fic with you two in it."
"Fan fiction? What's that?" Sookie asked, blinking in confusion.
"It is something that people do with literary figures like ourselves. So that they can see pairings and events of their choosing," Jean Claude explained. "Which means he plans on writing a cross over. I am sure this will go well."
The man ignored them and spread his hands wide. The room sprang to life in pastel colors, with all manner of fantastical creatures. His eyes blazed like a zealots as he stared at the two of them. "I'm seeing purple unicorns and pink dragons. Maybe some blue mushrooms and..."
"Oh my God! I always knew it was possible, but I didn't think it would happen," Sookie looked around, her face echoing the despair in her voice.
"What did you not think would happen?"
"I've died and I've gone to Hell. This is Hell." Jean Claude cast his gaze around the room, filled with prancing pixies and lecherous leprechauns. Yes. He had to agree. It was Hell.
prompt given by: leonhart29
pairing: Gambit/Vampire Hunter D
theme: "What else can that hand do?"
word count: 315
title: Dirty
He stared at the tall, thin man sprawled gracelessly in the grass. There seemed to be no life left in him, but that didn't mean anything. Remy had seen far too many people die and come back to life. Though several bloody gashes marred the figure's arms and torso, there was something not quite right about him. The Cajun drew a pair of cards from the deck and held them at the ready.
A flicker of movement caught his eye. One of the man's hands was moving, though it appeared as if the motion was limited to the hand. A quick glance assured him that nothing else was moving. Just the hand. Remy blinked. He heard... a crunching sound? Glancing around, he looked for the source of the sound. And realized it was coming from the hand.
The extremity in question raised up and he could see a mouth. It was chewing as if eating. There was a small pit in the dirt that had recently been under the hand. What kind of man had a hand that came equipped with a mouth?
The hand turned toward him and stared. Then it swiveled back toward its body and punched at its stomach sharply. "Wake up, D. We've got trouble." Almost instantly, the man was on his feet and he was holding a rather nasty looking sword. The tip of it was pointed at Remy. The two of them sized one another up. Then the man put his sword away. Remy was able to see that his hand was once more normal.
He watched the man for a few moments, taking his time in studying the almost unearthly beauty of the stranger. His thoughts traveled south for a minute or two before he reined them in. There was only one thought in his head as the other man walked away. 'What else can that hand do?'
and there you have it. isn't that just horrible? don't stone me. its what i came up with at midnight.
wanna catch up on all my stuff? check this link out. its got everything! The Ultimate ldf Fic Index