Alphabet Meme

[measured_words]

I'm stealing this from velvetmouse because I would like some little scraps of writing I can do!

So here's how we're going to play this: I write out the alphabet below. You give me a word for an unclaimed letter, a fandom and characters. I write either a single (100 words) or a double (200 words) drabble. Rejoicing happens.

As for fandoms, I'm willing to push myself a bit so feel free to ask for things that aren't on the list and if I don't know them at all, I'll let you know :3 feel free to ask for OCs and world building stuff, because I love that shit and its a fun challenge to do it with drabbles.

(For the moment I'm working in Gdocs and using their word count...)

-Pretty much any game I have been in ever
-Anything based on my original writing or ongoing/abandoned/neglected serials
-Star Trek - I can can probably do most series other than Voyager or Enterprise
-Inception
-Georgette Heyer - The Masqueraders, Venetia, The Foundling, False Colours
-A Song of Ice and Fire - mostly books, I never finished watching the show, for Reasons -_-
-Merlin
-Sherlock (haven't finished the second series yet)
-Spartacus
-Firefly
-Transformers (G1, IDW comics, Beast Wars or Animated... or game related, see above)
-Oglaf
-hell I dunno, try me, I can't list everything @_@


ETA: I have now finished an alphabet's worth of drabbles! I will do the rest too - I have bolded the unfinished ones, mostly so I can pick them out of the list :V

A is for Adjunct (Inception, any) DONE!
B is for Bravado - Ivy Morrowsbane - unseelie changeling; B is for Betrayal. DONE! G1 or War for Cybertron Starscream? DONE!
C is for collusion - ASOIAF, Tyrion and Daenerys DONE!
D is for die! - ASOIAF, Arya
E is for Eager, Georgette Heyer - The Foundling, Gilly/Gideon DONE!; E is for Evasion - Firefly; any (canon or Deliverance) DONE!
F is for Fatherhood, Diablotin 2, Sanadhil. DONE!
G is for Gangbang, Merlin, Gwaine/anyone and everyone! DONE!
H is for Humility - Sherlock; Sherlock, DONE!
I is for Insomnia - Adventure World, Kallista/Tzesira DONE!; I is for Imagination, Diablotin, Ruchard/Imraen DONE!
J is for Jury (Star Trek TOS or AOS, any) DONE!
K is for Kallista - Adventure World, Vedran/Jacinthe DONE!
L is for Loincloth, Spartacus/anyone DONE!
M is for Massacre - Greek mythology, Ares, Athena DONE!
N is for Nightmare; Inception, Arthur/Ariadne DONE!; N is for No, Adventureworld, Roscoe and his dad DONE!
O is for Oops - Firefly; Kaylee
P is for Piercing - Adventure World; Tzesira + whoever else DONE!
Q is for Quinceañera - Oglaf; Snow Queen DONE!
R is for Regret - Adventure World; Beryl/Alia DONE!
S is for Sentimenal - Spartacus; Barca/Pietros DONE!
T is for Teething - Adventure World; Macen DONE!
U is for Universe, Mr, and his love-bot DONE!
V is for Velvet, Adventure World, Vedran/Jacinthe DONE!
W is for Warmth (ASoIF, Jon Snow) DONE!
X is for Xenobiology - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine; Dr Julian Bashir (alone or + whoever) Done!
Y is for Yesterday - Stjephan - Faust DONE!
Z is for Zucchini - Discworld; any member(s) of the Night Watch DONE!

Comments

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

The guards looked at the corpse, and then to Colon. He cleared his throat, feeling a little hot under the chainmail.

"Well, it seems clear to me that-"

"Holy sausages!" It was Nipkin, one of the new recruits, pointing at a suspiciously shaped...item lying in the shadows a few feet away. "Is that his....holy sausage?"
Guard work certainly could be unsettling, but Nobby saved him the distress - or *some* distress - by sidling over and picking it up. And taking a large bite out of it.

"'S a zucchini, Sarge. A Sto-Hilt Select."

Colon smiled grimly. "The courgette cudgeller strikes again!"

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Tyrion regarded the young woman seated on cushions across the low table from him, munching on some of the offered olives while she considered his proposal. Finally, she spoke.

"I am just a young girl and know little of-"

"Please," he interrupted, snorting through what was left of his nose. "And I am just a simple dwarf, good for nothing but frolics and jests for the amusement of others. Hardly, your majesty."

He leaned forward. "So come on then. How about we show the Seven Kingdoms just what a simple girl and a simple dwarf can achieve together?"

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Jacinthe told him over dinner about the charity she was organizing, a defiant look in her eye. But he was certainly not about to challenge her. "Of course, I'm sure it will be appreciated."

"When Miss Kallista told me about her project, I realized I still had more to offer than my efforts immediately following the disaster."

Vedran nodded, then paused. "Kallista? Kallista Sinsinger?" She'd never mentioned the Tiefling before, but it did make sense.

"Yes," was the only answer she gave, backed by a stern look that dissuaded him from prying any further, or mentioning their common connection.

[ladyiolanthe.livejournal.com]

:D I really am hoping that's what happens. <3 Tyrion.

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Eyebrow? Lip? Tzesira had definitely discounted her nose, but was still settling on exactly where she would get her new piercing. Definitely somewhere visible, or there would hardly be much point, really. It was a shame she hadn't been able to get a matched set, but it would make a good enough story on its own.

On the sewer-rout earlier that morning, she'd eventually tired of the others' attempts to make nice. She'd glowered menacingly at their captive. "Tell us where to find your fucking friends, dead thing, or I'll tear out your fucking fangs and wear them as jewellery."

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

(I have no idea if this is anything like what you had in mind but... ta-dah!)

In today's academic market, tenure was a dream job.

But these days dreams were attainable. You could have them for the right price, built covertly by black-market experts; populated by your own subconscious.

"I just want to see if this is what I really want." Success was a powerful drug, and if you could just taste it maybe it wouldn't matter that you were teaching six courses a term with no insurance. And if you could just revisit that golden world from time to time maybe you could give up teaching. Other jobs could pay as well for your dreams.

[velvetmouse]

Heh. Awesome and slightly creepy. Perfect!

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Gideon had thought that they might make it through supper at least, but Adolphus seemed to have other ideas, or other more pressing appetites.

"Come now, my little one, are you so very eager?"

"Oh yes!" He climbed in to his cousin's lap, working open his shirt. "You know I am very happy with Harry, but I do miss you terribly."

"Fortunate that you have business that brings you so regularly to the city," he retorted as they broke up a passionate kiss.

Adolphus smiled, running his hand down over the hardening bulge in Gideon's pantaloons. "Most pressing business, indeed!"

[curtana.livejournal.com]

Mmm, boys <333 You are going to scandalize the footmen!

[lukon-idein.livejournal.com]

Delicious!!! Hooray for post-marital Gilly/Gideon. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind one bit. (Actually, she' probably secretly like to watch...)

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

They're just jealous. Anyway, Gideon's batman will run them off, I'm sure ;)

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

....Secretly? :V

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

(No is for No, Adventure World, Roscoe)


His father had been working for a very long time. This wasn't unusual, but things were different these days. He didn't like to rest, but when he did lie down he did so for longer than he ever had before, and often didn't get up until Roscoe prodded him. The resting seemed to help him function better.

His father took a sip of the tea Roscoe had set beside him, spitting it out instantly.

"No, Roscoe, that's salt, not sugar!" He got slowly out of his chair. "You should know better."

Roscoe did, but hoped he might go lie down.

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Vedran had offered her his arm on the way to the carriage, and she'd taken it dutifully. He was dressed for the party in Elomeni style, wearing a velvet coat she hadn't seen before. Once they were settled, she caught herself absently caressing his arm.

There was an awkward moment when she realized that of course he'd noticed, but he smiled.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," she answered, "It's very soft." Jacinthe leaned in close so that the driver wouldn't overhear, and added, just for him, "Like a pelt, my pet."

He flushed brightly, and she resumed her careless stroking.

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

U is for Universe, Mr. and his Love-bot (I *swear* you asked for this, but now I can't find where :o)

Lenore made him happy - simple as that. It was by no means a conventional arrangement, but even if his tastes didn't run as they did, Mr. Universe had no delusions that his lifestyle would appeal to a real woman.

Lenore doted on him at his convenience. She didn't get offended if he ignored her for days while developing some nuanced code or tracking down some obtuse government conspiracy, or both.

Lenore didn't laugh if he got out of his chair for a victory dance, but she did always smile when he came to her for a more intimate celebration.

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

There was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Yesterday he'd stood here with Balidor and Alonjz and the others and they'd cut crude jokes and pissed on the char zone, waiting for nothing to happen.

That was over now. Over forever. This last visit to the wall was just a courtesy, and she'd made him beg even for that. Stjepan screamed his frustration but there was nothing to fight. Never would be. He hurled his sword at the Green, at Tihana, but it stuck itself in the charred earth.

[freakwoman.livejournal.com]

Woo, thanks!

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Ruchard knew that his control of dreams was still much greater and more refined than Imraen's. Even so, she pushed him beyond the complacency he'd sunk into since he'd built his little world. He understood the fluidity of dreams, but her creativity and imagination inspired his own.

He had to be quick to keep up with her. Something in their contests made him remember a scrap of an old song - she became a star, he became a thundercloud... She was in the garden now, resting deceptively peaceably. He smiled to himself, thinking on the song's theme. "Bide, lady, bide..."

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Some people found him excitable, but this was exactly the sort of situation he had trained for, and the tension fueled him. This patient was one of a small group of unfamiliar aliens (he had theories on their origins) that had sneaked through Dominion controlled space, seeking refuge with the enemy of their enemy.

They hadn't come through unscathed, and it was up to him to figure out, quickly, what could be done to ensure that whatever they'd suffered wouldn't be in vain. There was something in the readings - something more than trauma. He smiled as the realization dawned.

[kitrazzle.livejournal.com]

Awww, now that's the precocious medical genius we know and love. All of these are awesome. Zucchini in particular made me laugh.

[curtana.livejournal.com]

The perfect song for them :) Thanks!

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

I give you... Alll of the Fireflys :V


Mal'd been relieved once he'd confirmed that the emergency alert that had come in over the Alliance channels hadn't been for his ship. He might have pitied whatever poor bastard they were after, but mostly he was glad it wasn't him. 'Specially when he saw the trap they were laying.

River was sitting at the helm, watching out into the black when the chase coursed by before them. The rogue ship was a thing of beauty, dancing through the web the Alliance had set.
"She drives it with her brain," she muttered enigmatically, "She can't run, but she can fly."

[kitrazzle.livejournal.com]

BOOYAH!!! *fist pump on Mei Xiu's behalf*

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Lestrade was not a terrible detective. But he wasn't a particularly good one, either. His sort of semi-competence could be dangerous, even fatal, to an effective investigation. He had no eye for the obvious, and no concept of how to relate the simplest of facts. His worst crime against the profession was that he seemed to find it all rather *boring*. Granted, a case needed to be particularly engaging to attract his own attention, but the Inspector cared more for resolution than truth. It was, Sherlock reasoned, truly criminal to let such a man remain ignorant of his many defects.

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

:D

With her Braaaaaaaaain :D