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kbkI went to nos's y'day, and we watched Who, lots of, and there was joy, and there was popcorn, and there were people, and then there was stress and screaming and I ran away. And I bought a pile of crap and ate that instead of the actual food that was waiting for me. And I'm probably all dehydrated and crap and I don't care. Ho-hum.
So I got round to writing those requests. Three Dr Who, one utter batshit (srsly, made me go wtf?).
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wishfulaces - Fitz/Oz
When Oz sees Fitz fall to the ground, the rage starts to build in his chest.
They're barely visible in the shadowed alleyway, but there are three of them, all of them stronger than human, and they're not even pretending to fight fair.
Oz is halfway there when the smell of his lover's blood hits him. One of them has a knife, and Fitz is scrambling away, hand pressed to his slashed forearm. The attackers laugh, and Oz hears evil in the sound.
Oz lets the wolf take him, and hopes Fitz will still be there when he wakes up.
Forsnowgrouse - Sarah-Jane, Slutboi Alien Tease
His eyes run over her as she approaches, and she feels a tingle of pride (and perhaps a little something else) because he must be twenty years younger than her and he's certainly not unattractive.
He takes her hand as though he's about to kiss it, and smiles ridiculously brightly, and calls her Miss Smith as though she's a young girl, not a spinster. He leans towards her, and keeps his gaze on her face, and seems genuinely interested in her.
She's almost disappointed when he lets her walk away. Perhaps she'll think of some follow-up questions for Mr Smith.
Forspockette - Sarah-Jane and/or porn
Sarah-Jane's a journalist, dammit. She's good with words. She makes a career out of asking questions.
She just has to stop thinking about where this question might take her. Stop wondering what it would feel like to kiss those lips, have those hands on her breasts, those thighs between her own.
She swallows, and forces the heated speculation away. Nothing's going to happen if she doesn't make the first move. Stay cool, girl, she tells herself. She slinks across to her target and positions herself attractively.
"Hey," she says, tilting a smile down at the other woman. "Fancy some dinner?"
Forturtlebat - Penfold, corset. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, espionage.
Every profession has stories. Of innovators, of bunglers, of all-round geniuses. Even in the world of espionage, there are myths.
There's Bond, of course, with his tales of lust and intrigue.
There's Penfold, who once saved the West through judicious use of a corset.
And then there's the most famous of all, spoken of in hushed whispers behind closed doors and EM-interference-equipment. He can defeat any enemy, despite his unlikely physique. He can find a way through any defences. He can chew through to the heart of any problem and let others see in.
He is... The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Any more for any more? The meme is to do 10, and I wouldn't mind...
ETA: Two more in comments.
So I got round to writing those requests. Three Dr Who, one utter batshit (srsly, made me go wtf?).
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wishfulaces - Fitz/OzWhen Oz sees Fitz fall to the ground, the rage starts to build in his chest.
They're barely visible in the shadowed alleyway, but there are three of them, all of them stronger than human, and they're not even pretending to fight fair.
Oz is halfway there when the smell of his lover's blood hits him. One of them has a knife, and Fitz is scrambling away, hand pressed to his slashed forearm. The attackers laugh, and Oz hears evil in the sound.
Oz lets the wolf take him, and hopes Fitz will still be there when he wakes up.
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snowgrouse - Sarah-Jane, Slutboi Alien TeaseHis eyes run over her as she approaches, and she feels a tingle of pride (and perhaps a little something else) because he must be twenty years younger than her and he's certainly not unattractive.
He takes her hand as though he's about to kiss it, and smiles ridiculously brightly, and calls her Miss Smith as though she's a young girl, not a spinster. He leans towards her, and keeps his gaze on her face, and seems genuinely interested in her.
She's almost disappointed when he lets her walk away. Perhaps she'll think of some follow-up questions for Mr Smith.
For
spockette - Sarah-Jane and/or pornSarah-Jane's a journalist, dammit. She's good with words. She makes a career out of asking questions.
She just has to stop thinking about where this question might take her. Stop wondering what it would feel like to kiss those lips, have those hands on her breasts, those thighs between her own.
She swallows, and forces the heated speculation away. Nothing's going to happen if she doesn't make the first move. Stay cool, girl, she tells herself. She slinks across to her target and positions herself attractively.
"Hey," she says, tilting a smile down at the other woman. "Fancy some dinner?"
For
turtlebat - Penfold, corset. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, espionage. Every profession has stories. Of innovators, of bunglers, of all-round geniuses. Even in the world of espionage, there are myths.
There's Bond, of course, with his tales of lust and intrigue.
There's Penfold, who once saved the West through judicious use of a corset.
And then there's the most famous of all, spoken of in hushed whispers behind closed doors and EM-interference-equipment. He can defeat any enemy, despite his unlikely physique. He can find a way through any defences. He can chew through to the heart of any problem and let others see in.
He is... The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Any more for any more? The meme is to do 10, and I wouldn't mind...
ETA: Two more in comments.
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Date: 2006-05-01 03:45 am (UTC)Eee! Eeeeeeee! Wheeee! CrossoverOTP, yaaaaay! *bounces*
Also, Sarah Jane is very, very cool and I would totally snog her if she wanted. Yes. (Also, drabble with Ten--yay! They so cute!)
I could ask for Foreman and House. And maybe the cane. (Is it less cliche if it dosen't involved Wilson?)
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Date: 2006-05-01 02:21 pm (UTC)Thaaaaaank you.
And. Hmm.
House looked at the assortment of prescription and illegal drugs piled on his desk, and smiled. "I knew there was a reason I hired a criminal."
Foreman rolled his eyes, and grabbed the patient's file. "I can't remember the reason I work for a cripple," he said, looking pointedly at House's cane.
House twirled the cane above his head, narrowly avoiding knocking the monitor off his desk. "And here I thought this was a Spirit Stick."
Foreman frowned in confusion, and leaned backwards to avoid the spinning stick of doom.
House sighed. "Cheerleaders, Foreman," he said, leering in remembrance. "Cheerleaders."
Original draft:
"blah snark criminal"
*Foreman rolls his eyes.*
"blah snark cripple"
*House twirls his cane in the air.*
"blah snark cheerleader"
I think the original draft is better, actually. Hmm.
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Date: 2006-05-02 04:12 am (UTC)(And, actually, the original draft really *is* quite good, isn't it? So...succinct. Hmmmm.)
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Date: 2006-05-01 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-01 02:31 pm (UTC)"It is so difficult," said JK Rowling, "being the most famous authoress in the world."
Anne Rice glared at her. "I have no idea what that could feel like," she said, with sarcasm even heavier than her make-up or her prose.
"I feel I must set an example for my readers," said JK Rowling. "It's such a responsibility writing for children. But you wouldn't know about that."
Anne Rice smiled a little. "No," she said. "Because I write for a mature audience and about things that mature people do. Like sex."
"Sex is good," said JK Rowling.
So they shagged.
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