Let the drabblewar commence! D:{

....That's supposed to be a fierce face. Not... some person dismayed by their toupee.

EDIT: Okay, this thingy is open for whoever wants to join. These are very short drabbles, three sentences exact, but however long one can stretch a sentence out. Post a request and I'll write a short drabble back, but be prepared to meet my own request! Mwahaha. Or something. Feel free to respond to other requests, too.
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( Jul. 8th, 2008 09:56 pm)
Random DP fic thing

"How did you know it wasn't real?" Danny asked.

"You smiled at me," Dash said.

That was the start of it, right? Some sad excuse, something small and vague and just big enough to cover the nagging bits that insisted there was no way this could be happening. Tutoring or something like that. Or was it Danny, babysitting over at Dash's house? A flustered confession in front of a locker and a hurried trip home, maybe? It didn't matter. Dash didn't need a reason, only an excuse.

It was enough that Danny was warm in his lap. Should have been hot, should have felt like melting and breaking and burning. That's what was smoldering through his veins, through tiny lines of heat following the tracks of Danny's hands clawing at his back. But Danny was warm and alive and in control even though he was the one writhing on Dash's lap. Danny was the one moving, Danny was the one pulling at Dash and urging him into another hard kiss.

It was all Dash could do to clamp his hands around Danny's waist and bury his face against the other boy's neck.

Not real, not real. He tried to keep telling himself that. Just a dream brought about by too many times picking on the shorter boy, too many times pressing him against the lockers with his own body, or waiting until Danny was walking around in the locker room with only a towel clinging to his hips. The real Danny wouldn't act like this.

Dash managed to convince himself for just a bit longer that it didn't matter. Didn't need a reason, after all, right? Just an excuse. Just Danny to pull at Dash and push him to the bed until Dash rolled back and pinned Danny beneath him. Ignore the heat, ignore the flush creeping up his back until Dash felt like he might evaporate from it. Danny was still warm, still... cool. Ice. Hands like ice trailed down Dash's chest and suddenly he was the one pinned down with Danny straddling his hips.

"This is what you want, right?"

"Huh?"

A twitch of Danny's lips like a slice of a smile. "This..." He bent down and brushed an icy kiss across Dash's mouth. "No lockers, no cliques." Sharper smile, brittle and sad. "No questions?"

"No, that's not..."

"Doesn't matter."

Easier to fall back into the dreamlike state, anyway. Pull Danny to him and try to burn that ice away, melt into the other boy. Thaw him out and stop his own aching burn. But id didn't always work like that, now did it? Not Danny. Not his Danny. Not that Danny was ever his.

Cold leeched back to warmth and Danny faded into Phantom.

Dash was left to gasp up, staring into the lofty ceiling of the high school gym. Other students were on the floor around him and Phantom was staring down at him.

"Ghost attack. It was the only way I could think to wake you."

"Right..." Dash stared up at Phantom. Phantom, not Danny. Either way, he still couldn't smile.
FC needs to get off her ass and do some writing. Again. So trying another drabblefest thinger. This time with a twist. In order to prep myself for long work times, I'm self-imposing a minimum word count of 500 words per drabble requested and worked on. Which naturally means some might take much, much longer than others. Or not. Not certain. Hookay. Anyway, trying again.

Name your fandom and a prompt if you want or a line of dialog. You guys know what I can write for, although there's no harm in asking about something else. Prompts for something original welcome, too. So. Let's see how many of these I can actually bang out at that 500 word minimum, 'kay? XD;;

As usual, if I owe you something, I still owe you and this is just a freebie. [sighs]
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( Feb. 14th, 2008 11:49 pm)
Trying to break my head free to write stuff, so V-day drabbles for my flist. You know the drill. Name your pairing and your poison and I'll write you a fluffy drabble for it.

Emmy, Uso, I already owe you guys, so just consider anything here a freebie, kayo?
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( Dec. 5th, 2007 10:40 pm)
Right. I need to start writing some shit. Just. I dunno. To write and say, "Hey! I've done something!"

So. Another drabblefest thinger. One to two paragraphs each, maybe three para if it's a nifty theme. I'll do the following fandoms: Danny Phantom, Yu-gi-oh!, Outlaw Star, Gargoyles. Anything else, ask first and I might be able to do.


Fandom:
Pairing:
Theme:

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EDIT: Okay. Yeah. Still open. If goravens or striking-fear posts with a story, those are just my rp journals I'm too lazy to log out of.
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( Aug. 18th, 2007 11:28 am)
And as usual, it would appear I am late with my shit. [sighs] Sorry, Emmy. But, but! Here be the last two Ecto drabbles and your bday fic! >_<;; I swear, I thought your birthday was this coming Monday. [headdesk]


title: "Howdy, Neighbor!"
prompt: Fenton Portal/Plasmius portal, ally
Read more... )




title: Lifetime Tuition
prompt: Danny/Tucker/Sam, Triforce
Read more... )




And for Bday ficness!

title: "Aftertime Diversions"
prompt: Vlad/Jack, maybe Maddie

Read more... )
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( Aug. 16th, 2007 01:14 pm)
Kimu, here's your second request for the "FC has no internets and needs entertainment" request list.


Fandom: AS RP
Pairing: Lancer/Vlad/Kwan
Theme: Spells
Read more... )
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( Jul. 20th, 2007 11:17 am)
Woohoo! Fic dump, baby! I was going through my pages, trying to find what drabble request I had left so I could clean up the little ones and be 100% caught up with my shit. XD Got two of them from the last drabblefest thinger.

Requested by: Sair
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Character: Dani/Elliot
Genre: Romance
Theme: Fake

Read more... )

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Requested by: Sora
Fandom: YGO
Characters: Seto, Yami, Joey, anyone else you choose
Genre: Comedy
Theme: Silly Putty

Read more... )
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( Jun. 24th, 2007 12:01 am)
Yawp, another one of those. Free for all until closed.

Fandom:
Characters:
Genre:
Theme:

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EDIT:

Fandoms I'll write for: Yugioh, Gargoyles, Danny Phantom, Outlaw Star.

I'll try the following fandoms, but they'll take longer as I'll have to research them. A link to a good site or specific wiki can help get your request sooner: One Piece, Kingdom Hearts, Avatar, Heroes, etc.
Pick your pairing and your fandom, me hearties.

Fandom:
Pairing:
Theme:
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( May. 26th, 2007 01:04 am)
"Convergence"
Jack Fenton/Jack Plasmius
Note: Alternate approach to Masters of All Time


Jack Fenton really didn't know what to expect when he flipped the switch on his shiny new invention. He was pretty sure it would open a portal to another dimension. Or make toast. He wasn't quite sure yet. But he certainly wasn't expecting a blue skinned version of himself with a goatee to blink at him on the other side of the portal. Then Maddie peeked over his shoulder and the counterpart mouthed her name and Jack Fenton turned the portal off by delicately slamming his fist down on the fragile control mechanism.

It took several fervent apologies and many hours later before Jack could bring himself to touch the machine again. The repairs took far longer. But he pushed himself with uncharacteristic focus and solemness. The image of that counterpart wouldn't leave him. Red eyes, aqua blue skin, black goatee. Rather like a certain ghost from Wisconsin, divorced of bitter rage and filled instead with resigned despair, given Jack Fenton's face and form.

Such a look, however, filled with such transient hope and disbelief in the few seconds they shared. Jack was determined to find him again. Repair the machine, find that particular frequency, and... Jack hadn't quite planned that far ahead. But find him, find that other, and alleviate the bone weary sorrow that had filled his gaze.

After all, who would image the living could haunt a ghost?
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( May. 19th, 2007 02:53 pm)
"Transitive Property"
pairing: Vlad/Maddie+Jack
notes: For Emmy, because I couldn't find anything else in my head at the moment.


He had always favored working with numbers during their old college days. There was a certain predictable comfort there that was often lacking in Jack's more chaotic contributions to their paranormal research. It was a wonder they achieved anything, let along their limited early success with the ghost portal. But between Vlad's cold numbers, Jack's random fits of inspiration, and Maddie's level head, they made it work.

But the numbers and the calculations were of little comfort now.

He still loved her. Still loved Maddie and hated Jack for taking her away. She was not the same as then, he was not so foolish as to expect some vacuum sealed clone of Maddie during her younger years. It was not as though time had diminished her. Hardly. Rather, she shone. Maddie's strength and determination were only focused and honed because of her love for her children, her childish youth matured into loving guardian.

Vlad loved Maddie dearly. But Maddie loved only Jack.

It was such thoughts that often raised a boil of rage within him. Jack was the one with her, Jack was the one who fathered her children, Jack was the one she stood so loyally beside. In spite of Jack's constant bumbling, constant endangerment of his own family. Maddie had grown and flourished despite that man. In his darker hours, Vlad was sometimes forced to admit Maddie had become who she was now because of that man.

Vlad would always love Maddie. As would Jack. It was in that small regard, that Vlad was able to love Jack.
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( May. 2nd, 2007 01:01 am)
Random Heroes drabble, Hiro meets CW.


"Punctuality"



Clockwork, the Master of Time, was surprised. Perhaps surprised was too strong a word. Omnipotent and all that. Besides, the bewildered looking Japanese man glancing wildly about in the middle of his lair looked surprised enough for both of them, at any rate. Clockwork offered the young man a smile.

"Ah! So very sorry!"

"Oh, it's no problem at all," Clockwork replied in a smooth Osaka accent. "You're just a bit early, that's all. Tea?"

The bewildered looking Japanese man offered a hesitant smile in return. "Thank you."
18 Tucker/Danny/Sam
Prompt: Triforce
Title: "Watching You"

Part 1: Technical Surveillance

Tucker's not an idiot. He can see the way Danny and Sam sigh and giggle and look at one another when they think no one's looking at them. Sure, Danny rushes in to rescue *him* just as fast as he rushes in to rescue Sam. And yeah, it's not like they're forgetting Tucker or anything. They still drag him along and groan at his jokes and grin at his excitement.

They aren't leaving Tucker behind. He just gets the impression they're going somewhere he can't follow, entirely unaware that he's struggling to keep up, that there's something between them that they can't share because they themselves aren't yet aware of it's entirety. That's the hard part. Danny and Sam don't know what's growing between them. But Tucker can see it plain as day. There's friend love and romantic love. That's where Danny and Sam are going. And Tucker isn't sure if he can keep up.

Tucker still hangs out with Danny. And it's still cool and all, really. They play video games or ponder over how to snag the cute girl from the lunch line. Tucker spends time with Sam, too. Watching tv or practicing ghost hunting moves where Danny can't watch them and worry. Special moments with both.

But the math's become a bit skewed. 1+1+1. Not any more. 2+1 still equals three. But that doesn't make it any easier to be the 1.
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( Apr. 26th, 2007 02:56 am)
They're fighting again. It's tight and contained and controlled and nowhere near as messy as they'd like. But there's not much room for messy nowadays. Not much room for anything.

Dash twitches and flails his arms when he's not fussing with the bandages around his left knee. Stiff and swollen and an angry purple where it's not covered. Something dislocated, the doctor had said, keep your weight off of it. Fucking ghost dislocated his kneecap with barely a swat.

If only it were that easy to dislocate Danny's head from his ass.

"Class 6, Dash! That was a class 6 ghost!"

"Wow," Dash replies. "I'll need two hands to count for that one." His gaze was cold and level even if his words were hot and biting.

That stops Danny in his tracks. He puts his hands on the arms of the overstuffed chair and leans over Dash. Christ. Dash hates it when Danny pulls this alpha male bullshit. "That thing could have killed you."

"But it didn't."

"Only because I got there in time to stop it." Blue eyes flare a brief emerald. "I told you to wait for me."

Dash glares up at Danny, hating him for a tiny moment. "I don't need you to fucking babysit me, Fenton." Low blow, low jab at somebody he cares about. "I'm not like Sam and need a damned wet nurse all the time." The words are out of his mouth before he can snap it shut. Too late. Sam's always been a sore subject between them.

Danny's shaking, hands digging into the overstuffed chair. "I'm sorry if I happen to care." Slight crack in that level voice. Bit harsher now. "I'm sorry if I don't want to see you hurt because you were trying to help me."

"You damned hypocrite!" Dash spits out. "How'd'ya think the rest of us feel? Knowing you're out there in that shit!" He shoves Danny away and struggles to get up. Can't stand this. Has to pace. He gestures out the window at the green horizon tinting the edge of the cityscape. "Amity Park's been floating in the Ghost Zone for two years now and you think people don't know you're what keeps us alive here? And you expect me to feel bad that you're carrying around a little excess guilt?" The glare breaks off into a sneer. "Glad you're such a fucking martyr that you can suffer for everybody else but god forbid somebody try to do the same for you."

"I don't want someone I love to die because of me!" Danny shouts back. He storms from the room and slammed their bedroom door shut. "You're sleeping in the living room tonight!" came the muffled curse.

"FINE!"

Dash realizes later, as he's staring up at the ceiling, that that was the first time Danny said he loved him.
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( Apr. 24th, 2007 03:09 am)
'Cause every other DP fan out there has them, so sue me. Some second-generation DP OC for a fic that's been percolating for a while:

Adam Fenton: Son of Sam and Danny, age 16. One of a set of fraternal twins, Adam inherited his father's snow-white hair and his mother's violet eyes. He's much calmer and quieter than his more impulsive twin sister. His ghost powers are latent at best, but Adam does possess a highly sensitive ghost sense. Considering his background, Adam is something of an odd one in his family, as his preference is for talking with possible opponents instead of searching for the nearest blaster. His weapon of choice is a modified specter deflector.

Lily Fenton: Daughter of Sam and Danny, age 16. Lily takes after her mother's stubbornness and her father's impulsiveness, much to the dismay of both. She's outspoken and eager to uphold what she believes is right, even if she's not as sure of herself as she likes everyone to think. Lily inherited a broader range of ghost powers from her father, including flight, transformation, and ectoenergy manipulation. Her powers are still weak and developing, however, but with time she could prove as powerful as her father. Her main weakness is her glaring lack of ghost sense. Lily relies often on her brother to sense trouble coming and to bail her out when it hits.

Ida Baxter: Daughter of Sam and Dash and youngest of the Fenton/Manson/Baxter siblings at age 13. Ida is named after her grandmother and seems to be following in her daredevil ways. While Lily may act the bold one and Adam the fearless one, it's their little sister that truly lives without fear. She's an eager student of everything her parents have to teach, from Sam's lessons on morality, Danny's lessons on responsibility, and Dash's lessons on maximum damage with minimal collateral damage. She has a puppy-crush on Jenny Gray. Jack Fenton's unofficial favorite grandchild.

Micheal "Rasputin" Masters: Clone of Vlad Masters, physical age 17, literal age 5. Originally created as part of an experiment in immortality through memory recordings and cloning, something went wrong and the clone was released from the pod too early. After a few misunderstandings, Vlad accepted the human clone as a reasonable substitute for a proper heir and trained him as a successor. Rasputin interpreted the relationship as a filial one, even if one-sided, and refers to Vlad as "father." Existing in this timeline as an analog to Dark Danny Phantom, Rasputin became obsessed in reaching what he saw as his full potential, up to and including overcoming his mostly human genetics to fully awaken what little ghost DNA was used in his creation. Manages to rip Vlad's ghost half from him and merge with it, creating a new ghost hybrid who refers to himself as Rasputin. ((note: his name needs work. something creepy but less cliche villain-ish)) A chance encounter leads to an obsession with the next Fenton generation, specifically with Adam and Lily.

Jenny Gray: Daughter of Valerie and Kwan, age 15. A quick date lead to an unexpected pregnancy for Valerie and it was a while before young Jenny got to know her father. Her relationship with her parents is somewhat strained, even though all parties involved are trying their best and truly do love one another. Jenny has a prickly personality, and is quick to defend herself with sarcastic comments. She works well enough with the Fenton children, preferring to use hand-to-hand combat over Fenton siblings more specialized approaches to ghost fighting. She finds Ida's little crush to be cute and occasionally flirts back, much to the other girl's delighted embarrassment.
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( Apr. 24th, 2007 01:37 am)
24 EmmySue
Prompt: Doom.

Emmy Sue stomped into the livingroom and plopped down down into an overstuffed chair with a cat's careless grace. She flicked at a spatter of blood that clung the edge of her skirt. She'd tried so hard to be neat and clean and not make a stain that Momma would have to clean out of her school skirt. "Stupid fuckhead fucker fucking trying to shove his fucking hand up my skirt."

That earned a look of interest from her companion. "What was that?" Dan asked.

"Oh, cork it, Man-Bitch," she said with rough affection. "I already hocked his family jewels. He'll be singing castrati for the rest of his life."

Dan patted her on the head. "Awww... poor little munchkin get caught by the morality police?"

She continued to glare into empty space, arms crossed against her chest. "Next time I see the bastard I'm gonna rip out his spleen, douse it in gasoline, and shove it so far up his shit hole that he'll give birth to a flaming ass-baby next time he uses the crapper." Despite a healthy dose of violence, she maintained a petulant pout.

Dan blinked and broke out into a wide grin. "Oh, sometimes I just love you to bits and bits!" he crooned, capturing her in a hug.

Emmy Sue had to smile at that.
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( Apr. 17th, 2007 01:04 am)
16 Tucker
Prompt: Loyalty

There was never any doubt as to who was going to be the best man at their wedding. Sam and Danny had announced their wedding plans and Tucker was right there with Danny's family to celebrate with them. He flirted with the maid of honor and kept the rest of the guests distracted when Phantom made an unexpected appearance and Sam ran off to find her groom during the ghost attack. He smiled for them even though the cute maid of honor never called him back the next day.

There was never any doubt as to who was going to be the godfather of their children. Sam endured thirteen hours of labor, Danny endured the panic of being a father, and Tucker endured Sam's thirteen hour deathgrip on his hand. Tucker babysat the twins after long college days and longer part-time job nights while their mother and father were busy saving the world. Again. He was the one to see Lily take her first faltering flight while little Adam cheered her on.

There was never any doubt that Tucker loved Sam and Danny.

Not if he loved them enough to let them go.
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( Apr. 12th, 2007 12:57 am)
15 Dan/Danny
Prompt: Self

He wasn't a narcissist, Dan kept insisting. He touched more often than was necessary and his hands lingered where they shouldn't. His words were soft and whispered and possessive towards his younger counterpart, crimson eyes unexpectedly gentle. It wasn't about running a checklist in his head of "that's the same and that's different, here's where we fit together." He had memorized that list quite a while ago.

Oh, no.

It wasn't about lust or sex or possessive self-love at all.

That's what Dan kept insisting.

And kept touching. Faint caress, fainter words.

Danny never knew. Toss in his sleep, burrow his face into the pillow. He wasn't aware of the night time worship laid upon his skin. Such was Dan's intention. It wouldn't do for Danny to know, after all. Dan didn't know why Clockwork permitted him that escape, when with a single flick of his hand, the younger ghost could be set aflame. Wasn't about that anymore.

It was about love.
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( Apr. 3rd, 2007 01:35 pm)
19 Tucker/Technus
Prompt: Fan

"Your cooling unit appears to be malfunctioning."

Tucker lifted his head from his sweat soaked pillow to glare at Technus. "Danny's off fighting somebody else, dude. Thermos is in the corner if you wanna get in and save yourself some time."

"What is the meaning of this insolence!" the ghost raged. The boy's computer and alarm clock started making alarming noises as Technus swelled in indignant rage. "I, Technus, Master of the Mainframe, Dictator of the Digital, Lord of the-- Of the--" The ghost blinked and looked down at Tucker. "Say, do you have any suggestion?"

"'Lord of the Logarithm'?" Tucker muttered.

"Yes! I, Technus, Lord of the Logarithm, demand to know why you do not show proper fear!"

Tucker flopped over on to his stomach, exposing his sweating back to cool in the meager breeze stirred by his fan. "I, Tucker, am too hot to care."

Technus gave the boy a closer examination. The external cooling unit to the domicile was indeed malfunctioning and the only alternative was the primitive fan stirring only hot puffs of air. Liquid was seeping from the tiny meaty pores on the human's skin. He did, in fact, look to be overheating. "What time did you say the Ghost Boy was due back?"

"I dunno," Tucker said and waved his hand.

"Soon?"

"Meh."

Technus looked around some more, settling down in the computer chair. "I could fix that, you know. The cooling unit."

That piqued Tucker's interest. "Really?" It even prompted him to go so far as to crack an eyelid open.

"I, Technus, Ceaser of the Cooling Unit, shall do so!" And he did.

Tucker sighed in bliss when cool air finally wafted over him. He sat up and regarded his guest with a bit of a warmer look. "Saaaay... want something else to do while you wait for Danny?"

Two hours later, when Danny Phantom finally returned from battling other ghosts, he stared blankly at a cheerful Technus working on the Foley family dishwasher. "Uh, Tucker..."

"Dude, quiet!" Tucker hissed. "I almost got him convinced to change the oil in my Dad's car, next!"
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