Fanfic/Original meme: Fireflies-2
Title: “Fireflies-2”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: PG
Summary: 10 mini-drabbles starring various fanfic and original characters. Meme snagged from the flist.
Disclaimer: Fanfic characters belong to their respective owners. Original characters are mine.
A/N: I’m really into pain. No sooner than I was done with first meme, I found this one - and I just had to do it!
1. Create two lists: one of original characters, one of canon characters.
2. Write a drabble for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers (first number from the first list, second number from the second list). Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto)- Tallulah Morgan (Wild Zombies)
2. Castiel (SPN) - Albert (Jim Steele*)
3. The Master (Doctor Who)- Gorgonos (Soul Rescuer)
4. Uchiha Sasuke (Naruto)- Michael (A Boy and His Horse*)
5. Elizabeth Swann (POTC)- Audrey (June Bugs)
6. The Doctor (Doctor Who)- Stevie (A Boy and His Horse*)
7. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) - Fire (Avant / En Garde)
8. Haruno Sakura (Naruto) - Connor (Wild Zombies)
9. Hamlet (RSC Hamlet) - Vlad Solveig (Uno*)
10. William Blake (Dead Man)- Daisy Chain (Wild Zombies)
FIREFLIES-2
AU 8 & 6 (Sakura, Stevie)
Stevie had made up her mind long ago: if she were to die, she wanted to be reincarnated as a ninja. She would dye her hair pink and still be able to sneak up on everyone because, let’s face it, ninjas are just that cool.
Sakura thought that if she were to die, she would dye her hair black and try to get lost on the open highway where the memories of her past life flashed by like speeding cars, too swiftly for her to pay attention.
They never did get to talk about it.
Dark 1 & 5 (Naruto, Audrey)
When the world comes to an end and the borders are erased, Audrey deals with things her way. She flips her notepad open and sits down to write everything down. For Hal. For later. For when she wakes up. Naruto watches the delicate girl with a heart-shaped face and red hair darker in colour than the Kyuubi’s fur who handles a pen more expertly than some ninja handle a kunai and doesn’t have the heart to tell her that she will never wake up because this isn’t a dream.
Trapped 10 & 4 (William Blake, Michael)
“I’m William Blake,” the guy in the hat says, pointing his gun at Michael. “Have you read my poetry?”
He shoots Michael flat in the chest, and the only thing Michael has time to think about is that at least his killer is not wearing a pink tutu.
He wakes up and kicks the DVD box off the sofa instinctively with his foot. That was probably the wrong choice of a movie, considering it had been less than twenty-four hours since he saw Tommy shoot a man. He doesn’t want to bide his time in a cage woven out of dreams and memories of a smoking gun.
Amnesia 3 & 10 (The Master/Daisy)
The blond-haired man’s blood was bitter and boiling, much like his unrestrained laughter. Daisy consumed it in long, sensuous sips like an exotic cocktail.
“Who are you?”
His febrile eyes sparkled as he latched on to her wrist, reclaiming all the blood she had drunk.
“I don’t know. But I’m so hungry.”
H/C 7 & 1 (Obi-Wan, Tallulah)
“So what do you guys do when you want to cut someone up?”
“We usually don’t,” says the Jedi Master and furrows his brows. “There is much anger in you, young one.”
Tallulah sighs irritably. “Tell me about it. So… bread knives. Do they come in laser?”
Crack fic 5 & 2 (Elizabeth, Albert)
“I’m a serial killer,” said Albert and raised his knife.
Lizzie snorted and brandished her cutlass. “Oh yeah? I’m a serial pirate. Top that!”
Angst 9 & 3 (Hamlet, Gorgonos)
Madness colours things for him sometimes. The black and white palette of the mansion, the oppressive alternation of darkness and light of the prison of his mind. The stark orange of his t-shirt that he slips on as a protestation of freedom. The colour of Ophelia’s eyes that he initially could not define because of admiration and now cares little to nothing about.
Hamlet is used to judging his surroundings through colour schemes. When he looks into the ocean depth and spots a blue-skinned shape with a fishtail, a sharp feeling of sadness builds up in his chest. For a moment, he wishes he could turn blue, too. It is a perfect yet subtle way to express sorrow.
Genderswap 2 & 8 (Castiel, Connor)
“Angels are dicks!” Connor spat with conviction, staring into the mirror in the bathroom. If it’s any consolation, he told himself, you make a fine girl. Almost a perfect Isabella for Steve.
“Yes,” came the angel’s voice. “I’ve heard it before.”
Connor pursed his - her? - lips in a pouty manner.
“Now that the fact has been reaffirmed, I’d like mine back, please.”
“Your what? Angel?”
“My dick!”
The door swung open, and Castiel poked his head through.
“What practical use would you have for it in your current condition?”
Worst of all, he really managed to pull off that innocent, confused puppy-dog look.
Baby fic 4 & 7 (Sasuke, Fire)
Fire looks into the crib where the newborn child is snoring gently. Yes, the spark is definitely there. Maybe not as strong as that of the elder sibling, but the little one comes from the same clan - and Fire will lend his flames to him.
First time 6 & 9 (The Tenth Doctor, Vlad)
The first time Vlad leaves the plain, it is in a wooden tank that sails between the worlds to the ceaseless music of Listopad’s Jew’s-harp. Vlad wonders if he can ever come back from this trip.
The first time he leaves the planet, it is in a blue box that is bigger on the inside. It spins amidst the stars to the melody of the spheres, and the funny matchstick man with crazy hair and even crazier eyes blabbers on about life, universe, and everything.
Vlad wonders if he even wants to come back.
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: PG
Summary: 10 mini-drabbles starring various fanfic and original characters. Meme snagged from the flist.
Disclaimer: Fanfic characters belong to their respective owners. Original characters are mine.
A/N: I’m really into pain. No sooner than I was done with first meme, I found this one - and I just had to do it!
1. Create two lists: one of original characters, one of canon characters.
2. Write a drabble for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers (first number from the first list, second number from the second list). Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Uzumaki Naruto (Naruto)- Tallulah Morgan (Wild Zombies)
2. Castiel (SPN) - Albert (Jim Steele*)
3. The Master (Doctor Who)- Gorgonos (Soul Rescuer)
4. Uchiha Sasuke (Naruto)- Michael (A Boy and His Horse*)
5. Elizabeth Swann (POTC)- Audrey (June Bugs)
6. The Doctor (Doctor Who)- Stevie (A Boy and His Horse*)
7. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) - Fire (Avant / En Garde)
8. Haruno Sakura (Naruto) - Connor (Wild Zombies)
9. Hamlet (RSC Hamlet) - Vlad Solveig (Uno*)
10. William Blake (Dead Man)- Daisy Chain (Wild Zombies)
FIREFLIES-2
AU 8 & 6 (Sakura, Stevie)
Stevie had made up her mind long ago: if she were to die, she wanted to be reincarnated as a ninja. She would dye her hair pink and still be able to sneak up on everyone because, let’s face it, ninjas are just that cool.
Sakura thought that if she were to die, she would dye her hair black and try to get lost on the open highway where the memories of her past life flashed by like speeding cars, too swiftly for her to pay attention.
They never did get to talk about it.
Dark 1 & 5 (Naruto, Audrey)
When the world comes to an end and the borders are erased, Audrey deals with things her way. She flips her notepad open and sits down to write everything down. For Hal. For later. For when she wakes up. Naruto watches the delicate girl with a heart-shaped face and red hair darker in colour than the Kyuubi’s fur who handles a pen more expertly than some ninja handle a kunai and doesn’t have the heart to tell her that she will never wake up because this isn’t a dream.
Trapped 10 & 4 (William Blake, Michael)
“I’m William Blake,” the guy in the hat says, pointing his gun at Michael. “Have you read my poetry?”
He shoots Michael flat in the chest, and the only thing Michael has time to think about is that at least his killer is not wearing a pink tutu.
He wakes up and kicks the DVD box off the sofa instinctively with his foot. That was probably the wrong choice of a movie, considering it had been less than twenty-four hours since he saw Tommy shoot a man. He doesn’t want to bide his time in a cage woven out of dreams and memories of a smoking gun.
Amnesia 3 & 10 (The Master/Daisy)
The blond-haired man’s blood was bitter and boiling, much like his unrestrained laughter. Daisy consumed it in long, sensuous sips like an exotic cocktail.
“Who are you?”
His febrile eyes sparkled as he latched on to her wrist, reclaiming all the blood she had drunk.
“I don’t know. But I’m so hungry.”
H/C 7 & 1 (Obi-Wan, Tallulah)
“So what do you guys do when you want to cut someone up?”
“We usually don’t,” says the Jedi Master and furrows his brows. “There is much anger in you, young one.”
Tallulah sighs irritably. “Tell me about it. So… bread knives. Do they come in laser?”
Crack fic 5 & 2 (Elizabeth, Albert)
“I’m a serial killer,” said Albert and raised his knife.
Lizzie snorted and brandished her cutlass. “Oh yeah? I’m a serial pirate. Top that!”
Angst 9 & 3 (Hamlet, Gorgonos)
Madness colours things for him sometimes. The black and white palette of the mansion, the oppressive alternation of darkness and light of the prison of his mind. The stark orange of his t-shirt that he slips on as a protestation of freedom. The colour of Ophelia’s eyes that he initially could not define because of admiration and now cares little to nothing about.
Hamlet is used to judging his surroundings through colour schemes. When he looks into the ocean depth and spots a blue-skinned shape with a fishtail, a sharp feeling of sadness builds up in his chest. For a moment, he wishes he could turn blue, too. It is a perfect yet subtle way to express sorrow.
Genderswap 2 & 8 (Castiel, Connor)
“Angels are dicks!” Connor spat with conviction, staring into the mirror in the bathroom. If it’s any consolation, he told himself, you make a fine girl. Almost a perfect Isabella for Steve.
“Yes,” came the angel’s voice. “I’ve heard it before.”
Connor pursed his - her? - lips in a pouty manner.
“Now that the fact has been reaffirmed, I’d like mine back, please.”
“Your what? Angel?”
“My dick!”
The door swung open, and Castiel poked his head through.
“What practical use would you have for it in your current condition?”
Worst of all, he really managed to pull off that innocent, confused puppy-dog look.
Baby fic 4 & 7 (Sasuke, Fire)
Fire looks into the crib where the newborn child is snoring gently. Yes, the spark is definitely there. Maybe not as strong as that of the elder sibling, but the little one comes from the same clan - and Fire will lend his flames to him.
First time 6 & 9 (The Tenth Doctor, Vlad)
The first time Vlad leaves the plain, it is in a wooden tank that sails between the worlds to the ceaseless music of Listopad’s Jew’s-harp. Vlad wonders if he can ever come back from this trip.
The first time he leaves the planet, it is in a blue box that is bigger on the inside. It spins amidst the stars to the melody of the spheres, and the funny matchstick man with crazy hair and even crazier eyes blabbers on about life, universe, and everything.
Vlad wonders if he even wants to come back.