Tonight the Bands You've Heard Of/Bands I Like non-intersecting Venn diagram applies.
1. Hi! It's Friday night. I cleared my weekend to work on my dissertation, and now my brain is tired. You should assign me ficlets. Fandom/2 characters/6-word prompt, any fandom I've written in the past year (which totally qualifies Firefly, oy), no promises I will manage to write anything, in kind of a girlslash and/or dirty dickporn mood. Have I mentioned that this post is a little bit sparklefont?
2. I was a responsible fannish citizen and went to robotjen's super fab Girlslash Commentfic Meme and wrote Warehouse 13, Myka Claudia, sexy but not porn, warning/enticement for artifact-influenced dubcon. It's like 500 words but it has a title: Lana Turner Has Collapsed.
"What do you think?" Myka held the gown up to herself, letting the white silk brush her cheek and neck. It was a slow, snowy day, and she and Claudia were going through the Misc. box, because Artie hated the Misc. box, and depleting it would get them out of more annoying organizational jobs.
"What is it?" Claud was sticking a screwdriver into the slot of what appeared to be a toaster (unplugged), and she didn't look up. "What does it do?"
"It belonged to Lana Turner. And if we knew what it did, it wouldn't be Misc."
Claudia actually looked at the dress. "It's pretty. You should try it on."
"This would never fit me," Myka said.
"You know you want to," Claudia said. "Besides, putting it on might get it out of the Misc. box and onto the Apparel, Women's, Twentieth Century rack."
"Or it could be incredibly dangerous."
"Come on." Claudia slinked closer, seeming to have forgotten all about her toaster. "How much damage could it do in a controlled laboratory environment?"
Myka longed to try it on. She suspected that the dress longed to be worn, and that it was therefore big trouble, but she convinced herself of "controlled laboratory environment" just enough to take it to the bathroom and change. The dress had been designed for a woman shorter and bustier than her, but it zipped perfectly around her, clinging to her skin and creating curves where she didn't normally have many. It had a low sweetheart neckline and a thin, ornamental strap that looped over the back of her neck, drawing a V on her chest. Even with her hair in a ponytail and her makeup limited to a coat of Chapstick, Myka looked like a forties Hollywood star.
Myka tiptoed out of the bathroom, wishing she'd worn heels. Claudia had returned to tinkering with the toaster, but she stopped when she saw Myka. If she'd been a cartoon character, her jaw would have hit the floor, and she would have drowned in a puddle of her own drool. "Be my cougar?" she gasped.
"I'm too young to be a cougar," Myka said.
In a flash, Claudia was standing pressed up against Myka, twining her finger under the dress's strap. "How about sugar mama?"
"Well," Myka said. "I guess we know what the artifact does." She tried to wriggle out of Claudia's grasp, but Claudia wriggled back in. "I'll go take this off so we can file it."
"In the bathroom?" Claudia pouted.
"Yes." But the dress's spell enticed her. Any girl can be a star. Did you know Lana Turner was discovered in a malt shop? She unzipped the dress, letting it fall but making sure it still touched her bare feet and ankles, letting Claudia kiss her.
"How about femme fatale?" Myka said.
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In conclusion, Daisuke Takahashi did not get the hair memo:
I do not know how you even get Japanese hair to do that. He is so hot.
2. I was a responsible fannish citizen and went to robotjen's super fab Girlslash Commentfic Meme and wrote Warehouse 13, Myka Claudia, sexy but not porn, warning/enticement for artifact-influenced dubcon. It's like 500 words but it has a title: Lana Turner Has Collapsed.
"What do you think?" Myka held the gown up to herself, letting the white silk brush her cheek and neck. It was a slow, snowy day, and she and Claudia were going through the Misc. box, because Artie hated the Misc. box, and depleting it would get them out of more annoying organizational jobs.
"What is it?" Claud was sticking a screwdriver into the slot of what appeared to be a toaster (unplugged), and she didn't look up. "What does it do?"
"It belonged to Lana Turner. And if we knew what it did, it wouldn't be Misc."
Claudia actually looked at the dress. "It's pretty. You should try it on."
"This would never fit me," Myka said.
"You know you want to," Claudia said. "Besides, putting it on might get it out of the Misc. box and onto the Apparel, Women's, Twentieth Century rack."
"Or it could be incredibly dangerous."
"Come on." Claudia slinked closer, seeming to have forgotten all about her toaster. "How much damage could it do in a controlled laboratory environment?"
Myka longed to try it on. She suspected that the dress longed to be worn, and that it was therefore big trouble, but she convinced herself of "controlled laboratory environment" just enough to take it to the bathroom and change. The dress had been designed for a woman shorter and bustier than her, but it zipped perfectly around her, clinging to her skin and creating curves where she didn't normally have many. It had a low sweetheart neckline and a thin, ornamental strap that looped over the back of her neck, drawing a V on her chest. Even with her hair in a ponytail and her makeup limited to a coat of Chapstick, Myka looked like a forties Hollywood star.
Myka tiptoed out of the bathroom, wishing she'd worn heels. Claudia had returned to tinkering with the toaster, but she stopped when she saw Myka. If she'd been a cartoon character, her jaw would have hit the floor, and she would have drowned in a puddle of her own drool. "Be my cougar?" she gasped.
"I'm too young to be a cougar," Myka said.
In a flash, Claudia was standing pressed up against Myka, twining her finger under the dress's strap. "How about sugar mama?"
"Well," Myka said. "I guess we know what the artifact does." She tried to wriggle out of Claudia's grasp, but Claudia wriggled back in. "I'll go take this off so we can file it."
"In the bathroom?" Claudia pouted.
"Yes." But the dress's spell enticed her. Any girl can be a star. Did you know Lana Turner was discovered in a malt shop? She unzipped the dress, letting it fall but making sure it still touched her bare feet and ankles, letting Claudia kiss her.
"How about femme fatale?" Myka said.
*
In conclusion, Daisuke Takahashi did not get the hair memo:
I do not know how you even get Japanese hair to do that. He is so hot.