Drabble me?

[deathpixie]

Since I'm finding myself rather bored, needing to keep myself awake, and wanting to flex the writing brain a little... Grabbed from [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], who got it from [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com].

Make a drabble request in comments and maybe I'll write something for you. Any of my normal fandoms/shows or if you just want to give me a prompt - anything!

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[redhawk.livejournal.com]

All rightie then.

Easy: Movieverse X-Men
Medium: Babylon 5
Hard: Deadwood.


Have fun. :)

[deathpixie]

X-Men Movieverse.

"Agh!" complained Jean as she walked into the female teammembers' change room. "That Logan! He's just so, so..."

"Attractive?" suggested Ororo with a grin from where she was pulling on her uniform pants.

"No!"

"Manly?"

"No!"

"Ruggedly handscome?"

"'Ro..."

At the redhead's glare, Ororo grinned, but stopped supplying adjectives. "He's so what, then?"

"Insufferable! Every time we train together, there he is, smirking at me! And his thoughts..." Jean pulled a face. "He's a pig."

"Of course he is. And you're attracted to him," came the calm response.

"I am not!" Jean caught the schoolyard note of her reply, and grimaced. "I'm with Scott."

"You can be with someone and still be attracted to someone else," Ororo pointed out, zipping up her jacket. "It's only if you act on it, that it's a problem." She closed her locker door and smiled at her friend. "Thoughts never hurt anyone," she reminded, before heading for the Danger Room for her session.

"They do if you're a telepath," Jean replied to the empty room, before unzipping her jacket with a sigh.

[redhawk.livejournal.com]

Very nice! Thank you.

[deathpixie]

Babylon 5

"Time's up."

"It is? A pity. I was rather enjoying myself." Morden looked over at his guide. "So, the Day of the Dead. An interesting tradition."

His companion, a young girl with white skin and tousled black hair, smiled a little. "I like it," she replied. "It's not often I get to bring someone back the other way, even for a little while."

"Of course." Morden smiled, a dead expression more like the baring of a shark's teeth. "So, tell me. What do you want?"

His reply is a peal of laughter and a fixed look from black eyes older than Time. "Nothing," says Death. "Eventually, I get everything."

There's a sound of wings beating as she takes his hand.

[redhawk.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, Mr Morden. Loyal to the very end and then beyond.

"What do you want?", indeed.

[deathpixie]

*grins* Thanks. You beat me with the Deadwood - I'm too Australian for the right 'sound'. ;P

[redhawk.livejournal.com]

That's why Deadwood was the "Hard" choice. Because it's very not-easy to get those speech patterns down.

[khanfused.livejournal.com]

ooooohyeah

[deathpixie]

:)

... dang ... need to rethink ...

[khanfused.livejournal.com]

... I was about to match Gaiman and Gaiman ... and suggest Gothy Death visits Good Omens.

... but there's already someone working that desk in the Gaiman/Pratchett 'verse.

Unless we start a bad joke ... "two Deaths meet in a bar ... "