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lionofmanc

[OOC] Writing Meme

Apr 20, 2009 18:19

Stolen from most of Gene's flist, at this point:

Comment here, with any of your characters and any of my characters (mouseover for journal names), and I will write you a fic. Specifically, I will write you a fic wherein they have OFFSPRING - accidental, surrogate'd, adopted, completely clueless, whatever.

FOAR GRATE LULZ. Or just, y'know, crack.

ooc, memes

Comments 16

allfireburns April 21 2009, 01:27:29 UTC

Pick one! Or, y'know, more than one.

definitivestep/lionofmanc
evengodsdo/radiantsoldier
thatsortofaman/trust_mistruth
torchwoodsheart/superiorspectre

...I'd ask for Suzie/Tosh, but Tosh just flails so much in my head every time I think about doing so that I feel bad.

lionofmanc April 21 2009, 02:31:02 UTC

{{Playing off Beka's fic, in REALLY HORRIBLE WAYS. Quick and dirty and really obviously unbetaed ( ... )

lionofmanc April 21 2009, 02:31:32 UTC

Maya stared, eyes wide, and something in Gene's stomach clenched and bit down with tiny poisoned teeth, and he could no longer be sure if he was choking on bile or on his own shame. His hand clenched, relaxed, and he wrenched his arm free of Sam's grip with a snarl.

Sam stepped smoothly between him and Maya, accusation in his eyes, and was this what he'd come to? This?

He forced words out through gritted teeth, around Sam. "And what would your mum think, if she saw you like this? What would she think if she saw the whole filthy lot of us?"

"She'd think," Sam said, biting out each word, "that you need to leave, Hunt. She'd think you need to leave right now." But that wasn't where Gene's attention was... Behind Sam, Maya was muttering something, something he didn't quite catch, but which made Sam's back stiffen.

"And what was that, luv?"

"I said," Maya replied, tears in her voice, "that it doesn't fucking matter, does it? You won't talk about her, you won't do anything, either of you. All you do is you pretend she was never here, ( ... )

definitivestep April 21 2009, 02:40:20 UTC

ldkjflkdjf;dkjff;ljd

THIS close to crying. THIS close. Fucking Sam bleedover.

I love you. So much. But fucking ow.

Thread 6

sarkraticmethod April 21 2009, 01:32:56 UTC

ohsogrounded/savesomelight
trust_mistruth/nowherexboy (OH THE CRACK)
armedandangelic/radiantsoldier
bloodsoulrhythm/ornobodywill
twdenmother/sarkraticmethod

And because I want to see your take it on it, if you so choose to do it:

superiorspectre/sarkraticmethod

storyinmypocket April 25 2009, 06:15:41 UTC

"I had nothing to do with this," the Master said, glaring pointedly at a certain Mr. Descant.

"Okay, fine. Nothing to do with it. Say I believe you... How do we fix it?" Des glared right back at the Time Lord sitting across the table.

Underneath said table, on the floor between them, sat a small child who was currently using a sonic screwdriver to quite intently scan the Master's chair.

"I haven't the faintest idea," said the Master. "If you're so determined to pick my brain, why don't you just walk right up to the members of the Kashtta Trust, who are, at this very moment, looking for me and the Doctor both, and ask them to pretty please give me my memories back so we can fix our tiny, defenseless, and easily-controllable Doctor. I'm sure if you pout endearingly enough, they'll just rush to help ( ... )

storyinmypocket April 25 2009, 06:17:02 UTC

"No, I'm not," said the child, either unaware of or not caring about any imminent unpleasantness the Master might care to unleash. "Doctor's a stupid name. I don't want it."

"Fine. Fine. What do we call you?" Des was looking a bit out of his depth, and the Master simply smirked.

"My name's..." and then the boy who insisted on not being the Doctor said something. It was thirty-eight syllables long.

"Riiiight. Anything shorter?" Des looked from the mini-Doctor to the Master.

"Nope! That's my name!"

"Okay. So in the meantime, how about we call you..."

"Theta," the Master filled in. "Just Theta will do, won't it?" A bit of mental exertion, and...

"You're not s'posed to mess with my brain! I'm telling!"The Master rubbed at his temples and growled something else obscene ( ... )

storyinmypocket April 25 2009, 06:17:50 UTC

"Well, not really, but..." Facts weren't the point. Getting the evil guy away from his suddenly prepubescent boyfriend -- ew -- was the point. "You're evil! I'm not letting you raise my boyfriend to be some... Evil Time Lord thing!"

Theta looked at Des, his brow furrowed. "Boyfriend? Ugh. Don't want one. ...Can I take the other chair apart, too?"

The Master shrugged, using every bit of movement possible to convey his absolute unconcern. "I prefer the term 'creatively moral'."

"Yeah, and I prefer the term, 'annoying guy who I just kicked out of my house'. But look at that. You're still here. Can we fix that?"

"If you insist." The Master shrugged. "There's nothing left for me here, at any rate..."

"But I like Koschei," Theta muttered, gearing up for what was bound to be a sulk of epic proportions.

Des attempted to look stern. "Doc-- Theta. What have I told you about liking evil people?"

"Nothing, really." Des reflected that the Doctor and the Master really shouldn't be allowed to talk in unison. Especially not when the Doctor was ( ... )

Thread 8

hey_capn_jack April 21 2009, 03:13:55 UTC

...Schro.

And Raziel.

paradoxkitten April 21 2009, 15:21:20 UTC

You're a horrible person. Warnings for probably-mangled French, and possible utter fail at writing Raziel. Lemme know how it turned out.

http://paradoxkitten.livejournal.com/1193.html