since today has been so craptastic for so many of my friends...

[sabaceanbabe]

I'd like to do a little bit to take your mind off things, if only for a few brief moments.

If you're having a bad day or week or you just plain want to play, leave me a one-word comment and I'll write you a sentence or a paragraph or a full-blown (HA!) drabble, character/fandom/pairing/whatever of my choice. Just leave me a word to work with.

Comments

[majorsamfan]

worried

[sabaceanbabe]

Ignoring the pain that screamed through his own muscles and bone, where Thread had wrapped burning, icy fingers and squeezed, F’Nor shouted over and over as Canth brought them down, “Help him! Somebody! Please! Somebody help him!” His voice grew hoarse and he reeled with pain, none of it his own. He could block out the damage the thrice-damned Thread had done him, but Canth…

Do not worry about me, my friend. I won’t ever leave you.

Canth’s voice in his head, twined through his soul, was faint, but it was very much there, and every bit as worried about F’Nor as the brown man was about the injured dragon, his left wing shredded by their ancient enemy.

Gentle hands reached out to ease F’Nor from Canth’s shoulders and the great brown head twisted around to see him, to whuffle a soft breath against his Thread-bared skin. Rest now. Manora will heal us both.

[majorsamfan]

Made of AWESOME and WIN!

Thanks!

[rebelliousrose]

I love you madly. F'nor. Small N.

*anal Pern editor back to the madhouse now*

[illust8r]

befuddled

[sabaceanbabe]

Saul stared at the radio on the bar and frowned. Frak. There it was again. Static. White noise. Thin thread of melody. He blinked, unaware, in his befuddled state, of how slowly the muscles in his eyelids flexed and relaxed. Reaching for the tuner, his first attempt missed, and a handful of notes separated from the static and then disappeared again. He couldn’t let it go. His second attempt was cleaner than the first, and he held onto the knob as if it were a lifeline, leaning in until his ear was pressed against the hard plastic of the radio.

:)

[illust8r]

Nothing better than a drunken Tigh drabble to start off a New Year's right! I love it! "))

[jebbypal]

garroted

[sabaceanbabe]

Mack pulled the ends of the wire tighter, ignored the fingers that scratched and clawed at his arms, unable to reach the hands that controlled the last few seconds of the man’s miserable life. Slowly, his mind a blank, as it had to be for him to deal, Mack became aware that the struggles had stopped and the body in his arms no longer held onto life.

He let go of the garrote, eased the body gently to the rocky ground. He looked down at the lifeless blue eyes and felt nothing. “What the fuck have you done to me?”

[jebbypal]

\0/

[mamaboolj]

heartfelt

written directly here, so I apologize if it's a little rough ;)

[sabaceanbabe]

The cell door opened, startling Sharon, and she sat up, swung bare feet to the floor. For a moment, she couldn't process what her eyes told her, then...

"Hera?"

The image before her of an armed Marine, the black of his uniform surrounding and framing the pink-clad little girl, began to blur and shimmer and she sank down to her knees, arms outstretched. Hera hesitated, uncertain, and Sharon's heart skipped a beat as pain flooded through her of her little girl's last sight of her, death in her eyes as she held a gun pointed at that Six's head.

But then the Marine gave Hera a light push and the uncertainty cleared. She ran to her mother and threw herself into Sharon's arms. Hera and Sharon clung to each other and Sharon let her tears fall unchecked, whispering a heartfelt thanks to the guard and to Adama, who she knew was the only one who could be responsible for this unexpected gift.

Re: written directly here, so I apologize if it's a little rough ;)

[mamaboolj]

Very touching. I like it very much. No kidding, I just opened up a dictionary, randomly picked a page, and found what felt like a good word on it. It was a good choice.

[kazbaby]

acquiesce

(you're a doll, you know that?)

Farscape, Scorpius and Grayza, acquiesce

[sabaceanbabe]

Scorpius stared at Grayza, her too pale skin, the shadows beneath her eyes, and blanked his mind. A feat that became increasingly difficult, between the pheromones and the drugs. He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, retreated within himself - the only safe place he’d ever found.

“Tell me about Crichton, Scorpius.” Her voice was even, pitched low to penetrate any defenses he might marshal. “Tell me about wormholes.”

He opened his eyes, but focused on nothing in the physical plane that surrounded them. Grayza’s demands were merely so much noise; no matter how hard she tried, he would not acquiesce.

Re: Farscape, Scorpius and Grayza, acquiesce

[kazbaby]

Schaweet! Thank you!

Re: Farscape, Scorpius and Grayza, acquiesce

[sabaceanbabe]

You're welcome, hon. Glad you like it. :)