Drabble Request Post

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And since I figured more people might want to make requests... ;)

Leave me the name or one or two characters (it doesn't have to be only game characters, though if I don't know the one requested well enough I'll ask for an alternative), along with a writing promt such as those listed in the previous drabbles post and I'll write you something. It may go from a one liner to a drabble ~ I'll just go with whatever inspirations strikes me with. :)

You can ask for more than one drabble per request and ask for more after your requests are fulfilled, too.

Cheers and happy new year, everyone!
:)

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Me First!!

[silensy]

Sean, Terry--Gold

Also (because I'm greeeeeedy) Terry--Crescendo.

Re: Me First!!

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There were many kinds of gold which Sean knew about, though foremost among them all were the traditional tales which spoke of finding a leprechaun and the myriad ways to trick it into turning over its pot o' gold.

And yet, each time he saw Terry in a hallway at the school, ducking out of his sight as soon as she noticed him nearby, he couldn't help but think that there was no pot of gold worth even the slighest chance of reconciliation with his daughter.

~*~

Terry stood outside in the gardens, unmoving and silent, trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible. The bright shock of red hair lured in many a bird, as opposed to making them flit away and to her delight, she soon found herself surrounded by several swallows, each of them chirping away as they greeted spring with small chirps while hopping about the grass at the girl's feet.

The sound of their wings was echoed by another, far larger wingspan high above and Terry thought that the brightest of crescendos didn't need voices to carry it aloft, after all.

Re: Me First!!

[silensy]

*continues to steal your brain*

Lorna--sea turtles

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A few!

Forge; horse
Cain; ice cream
Sebastian Shaw; steel

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The mechanical horse smoothly ran in place, held aloft and above the floor by the pins Forge had set on either side of its stomach. And though it was in every way perfect, he still found himself looking towards the window each time the horses outside started at some imaginary noise, the sounds of their hooves akin to thunder as they raced through the fields. Though he'd never say it out loud, he knew there was something he'd never be able to build into at hing made of steel and wires. Giving in to temptation, he crept to the window and looked at the horses as they settled down slowly, each of them returning to a more peaceful grazing. Soon, they would start running and bucking again, and he didn't want to miss that moment, as he'd missed so many others.

~*~

Cain stared down at the extra large tub of ice cream the boys were stuggling to keep balanced between them and blinked, wondering what was going on.

"Miles brought ice cream for Cain!" was the cheerful explanation, both boys grinning and laughing at each other as they wrestled the huge container inside Cain's boat house.

It had been far too long since Cain could taste food and ice cream wasn't even a memory for him anymore. He looked down at the unmarked container and opened it slowly, the swirls of colors inside glowing up at him in anticipation.

Bobby lurked in the doorway of the mansion, staring down at the path leading to the boathouse and waited for the return of the boys he'd sent down with the results of an entire day's hard work.

Some things just had to be done right, and he was eager to know about Cain's reaction to his second first taste of ice cream.

~*~

The man sat at his desk, running a hand over the steelwrought patterns inscribed on its surface, smiling to himself slightly. The desk represented the pinnacle of his success, just as the building it was in - strong and solid and unmoving, set in place, never to fade.

He never once stopped to consider all the myriad ways steel could be melted to a puddle of nothingness and then reshaped anew.

[silensy]

He never once stopped to consider all the myriad ways steel could be melted to a puddle of nothingness and then reshaped anew.

Lorna: *cackles*

OK

[redhawk.livejournal.com]

Haroun, Alison - Delivery

Scott, Haroun - girls

Loki - visions

And, if you feel like stretching - Catseye, Mondo - string.

Redhawk

Re: OK

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Haroun wakes from the dream with a panicky start, breathing heavily and wondering what in the world promted that kind of imagery. Alison stares down at him, waving a package while frowning at him, after having had to repeat herself once too many.

"Good grief, that's some nap you must have had. Now, will you sign for this so the delivery man can finally go finish his run? Preferably before one of the kids decides to use him as a chew toy?"

~*~

Both Scott and Haroun stand in the doorway, sharing identical solemn looks. The Blackbird is in the hangar before them, gleaming black shrieking speed in repose.

What scares them more than anything in the world is the way Lorna and Alison are laughing cheerfully, while holding up buckets of paint and saying something about cheering the old girl up.

~*~

Loki still has visions of victory, his grand plan brought to fruition through the hapless mortals dragged through his portal and made to dance to his trickery and cleverness.

His eye still smarts from what happened not long ago when he tried to bring them through again, the baseball smacking into his face at supersonic speeds, followed by several baseball bats and a set of stands that had no right at all to hit him that way.

Some people have no sense of humor at all, he grouses, deciding to find other mortals to wreak havoc upon.

~*~

Catseye curls up on top of the fridge and mrrs a bit bemusedly, tugging at the bit of string tangle about her paw, trying to retrieve her toy from the beaming boy tugging merrily back.

It is, she thinks, the first time a cat has led a human about in such a way, she's fairly sure. And though it's a measure of how things Should Be, she still wishes he'd cooperate and let her pounce on the string, instead of merrily trying to do so himself.

The instant, brilliant smile as a result of his success softens her mind on the matter though, and she decides that treating the big human as just another kitten is probably the best thing to do, after all.

Re: OK

[redhawk.livejournal.com]

HAH! I like them.

And nice job with Mondo. I can totally see that reaction.

Hrm. Some more, if you've got the braincells left?

Haroun, Alison, henna (nothing like teasing plots-in-motion, neh? ;)
Catseye, dander
Haroun, Miles, obligation
Alison, Illyana, giggles

Redhawk

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Clarice, her mom and makeup.
Dani, Jay, country line dancing

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The first time Clarice happened upon her mother's make-up, several hours of giggles and laughter followed, until she was found out and promptly dunked in the bathrub amidst more laughter and giggles, this time the joy shared and thus doubled.

The last time Clarice found her mother's make-up, there was no amount of scrubbing which took the color away, and the promised moment finished in tears and sorrow, as Clarice's mother realized her daughter was a mutant.

~*~

Jay never liked country line dancing, for the simple reason that a pair of wings strapped to one's back was an awfully uncomfortable proposition indeed, never mind what it did to one's balance when one was used to using said wings with one's every motion.

But each time Dani bring him the guitar and asks him to play during one of "them songs" during one of the summer barbecue's at the mansion, he does so without hesitation. Because watching people line dance is another thing entirely, and he's free to spread his wings here, in more ways than one.

[x-blink.livejournal.com]

you made me cry with both.

thank you so much!

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

I suck at thinking of prompts.

One for Angelo and one for Kurt, whatever inspiration strikes?

I'm going to tweak that.

[silensy]

Angelo, suits.

Kurt, The Flying Graysons.

Using the tweaks... ;)

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Angelo tugs at the lapels of his suit and nudges the tie into place, eyeing his reflection in the mirror with a touch of satisfaction and still a lot of bemusement.

His mother is proud of him, he knows. She always was, ever since he decided to take his life into his own hands and direct his own fate, but of late, there's been a special glow to her eyes whenever she's seen him wearing one of the suits, readying himself for another mission with Nathan, somewhere in the world.

One day she'll crack and let him know how very much he resembles his father, on those days. But not yet. She'll enjoy the thought and keep it to herself for a little while longer, and let him get used to the realization that he's doing well for himself, thanks to his own efforts and decisions. And that he's made his mother proud, in so many ways she can't even begin to tell him how.

~*~

Kurt stares at the young man on the street, eyes narrowed and glowing faintly in the dim shadows he's concealed himself in. There's just something about the boy, though he can't quite put his finger on it. Perhaps it is because he moves with the grace of an acrobat, one trained in the same way Kurt was, or maybe it is something else. Either way, he has a mission to accomplish and Kurt moves on, setting the thought aside for now.

The next day, in his room, Kurt pulls out an old box from under his bed and starts looking through the faded and yellowed posters. When he reaches the one he was looking for, he stares down at it for along time, remembering what it had been like when The Flying Graysons had toured, ever so briefly, with the circus Kurt knew as his only home, back in the day.

The resemblance is unmistakable, and Kurt wishes he'd taken the time to talk to the boy in the street, after all.

Re: Using the tweaks... ;)

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*squeaks*

Love them!

Re: Using the tweaks... ;)

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DUDE! DUUUUUDDDE.

Quoted directly from Twiller. Literally. "DUUDE."

[katschei.livejournal.com]

I'm a bad girl, and I want more. *puppy eyes* Not that I'm not grateful for what I got! ;)

And now I want to write some, which considering how much I hate to write is a thoroughly suspicious desire. ;)

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:: grins ::

Ask away. ;)

And ha! See, that's not a bad idea at all, that!

:: smug ::

[silensy]

I forgot to tell you of the huge icon love I have for that icon. Inara is love.

[diamond-dust06.livejournal.com]

Jay, Forge, flying.
Jay, Kyle, serenade.
Shiro, Danger Room.
Shiro, Leyu, Pocky.

:D

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Forge stopped working for a moment, the patterns of the clouds suddenly loosing their interest compared to the sight of the boy flying high above, sunlight glimmering on the edges of his wings.

The pidgeon next to him paused in its determined attempts to steal his sandwhich and cooed to itself, drawing a startled snort of laughter from the boy.

And finally earning itself the snack it had been stalking for well over an hour.

~*~

Jay threw another shoe out the window, his aim far more accurate than Kyle would have expected. The boy grinned up toothily at the window, utterly unrepentant as insult after invective was hurled his way for the impromptu midnight serenade.

"An' if you want to get back in mah pants, you never even TRY to sing again, ya' hear me!?!"

That, however, wasn't funny in the least, and quickly wiped the smile from Kyle's face.

~*~

Shiro glared up at the observatory of the Danger Room, one eyebrow twitching fiercely as he tried to communicate the entire depth of his feelings in a single look.

Jubilee and the others laughed so hard they couldn't even manage to stand up to look at their handiwork, as the giant pocky sticks slowly closed in on their prey.

~*~

Leyu blinked and quickly pulled the pocky closer to herself, staring in bemusement as Shiro stalked by in a huff, after having nearly incinerated his normally favorite treat.

She shrugged and went on her way - it just meant more pocky for her, after all.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Four. ;)

1. Doug, demands for food, shower.
2. Marie-Ange, shuffling, table
3. Doug. Global Frequency.
4. Kyle, Catseye, swing dance. (bonus points if its Big Bad Voodoo Daddy)

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Doug is SO on the Frequency.

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Doug blinked under the cold spray of water, wondering what in the world had happened. Ororo loomed above him, regal and forbidding, and he decided that maybe he should have practiced his swahili a bit more before daring to speak it out loud next to the weather goddess.

Her sharp nod towards the platter of food nearby followed by a pointed look towards the party going on near the pool turned him into her relieved errand boy for the rest of the afternoon.

~*~

Marie-Ange shuffled the deck of cards and smiled primly at her victims, loving the fact that being a fashion plate also apparently meant the new kids always ended up underestimating her poker skills.

Doug had given up on trying to explain to her that it was just that girls were pure evil a long time ago.

~*~

Hrm. Hold that thought for the third.

~*~

Marius had done his work well and Catseye wasted no time on pouncing a hapless Kyle, dragging the boy onto the dance floor for a frighteningly enthusiastic whirl around the dance floor. Kyle wasn't sure if it was the fact that she was actually good which scared him the most, or that she knew the lyrics to every single Big Bad Voodoo Daddy song that played while he tried to think of a way to break for freedom.