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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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From:

katschei.livejournal.com

Oooh, yes, please! ;)

Nathan, Sam, whiskey.

Shiro, Doug, Asgard.

Manuel, Selene, control.

From:

x-catseye.livejournal.com

There were things all farm boys knew about, whether they wanted to or not, and things all farm boys could handle.

So when Sam finally gave in to the good-natured teasing and proceeded to drink Nathan under the table, everyone but Jamie and Piotr was surprised, to say the least.

~*~

There were many things Shiro and Doug had brought back from Asgard, some of them tangible and some not.

But when insomnia struck and both boys found themselves in the kitchen, waiting for the hot chocolate to be ready (or tea, depending on who had arrived first), it was the thumb wrestling that won, every time.

But they always made sure never to play when Miles might be around, considering how scary good the smaller boy was at that particular game.

~*~

There were people that were easier to control than others - their fears drove them on, gifted them with easily found and used weaknesses which were always akin to the sweetest song for the creature named Selene.

The boy was among those easiest of all to control, for his fears had ruled him for so long already that he never noticed when one leash was replaced with another.

From:

katschei.livejournal.com

Oh my God, these are so perfect. I am so happy! And the Manuel one is exactly what I was thinking, which is creepy. :D

Oh, I love them.

Except that I am now tempted to just keep suggesting things now that I know how good they'll turn out. ;)

Thank you!

From:

x-catseye.livejournal.com

:: grins ::

Feel free to ask for more. ;) The Greedy One certainly did!

:: ducks, runs away! :D ::

From:

silensy

You told me to!

From:

x-catseye.livejournal.com

Details, details! :D

From:

silensy

Thbbbbt!

From:

katschei.livejournal.com

Jean (not Jane), Thomas

Lorna, Shiro, joy

Clarice, Betsy, memory

Alison, Catseye

I am also woefully greedy. ;)

From:

x-catseye.livejournal.com

Jean has moved on and forgotten entirely about Thomas for the most part, thought every now and then she stops and remembers another life, briefly, as though it were now living on the other side of a mirror, distant and intangible.

So seeing Thomas on the doorstep one day is something of a shock. But then he pulls closer to himself a petite blonde, nervously tugging at a lock of hair while clinging to Thomas' arm, her blue antennae twitching slightly in nervousness and curiosity as she tries not to stare too obviously at the statuesque redhead in the doorway.

"Oh," she says, knowing instantly how close the two are, feeling the anxiousness radiating from Thomas. "Of course we'll help you, Thomas. Come inside!"

~*~

There is a particular joy which both Shiro and Lorna share, and the important people in their lives are not privy to it, neither Alex nor Leyu. It takes the shape of powers freely unleashed, abilities pushed to their limits and beyond, new ideas and notions shared and tested, and ultimately proven to be better than what was before.

One day, they hope, there will be an understanding shared with the special people in their hearts. But until then, they are content to share this between themselves. The joy as well as the hope for the future.

~*~

Betsy stares at Clarice's skin under the sun, and remembers the day when her hair and eyes turned purple, the outwards signs of something infinitely more sinister. For all of the hardships such an obvious mutation has given the younger girl, Betsy cannot help but envy Clarice.

For her changes are merely skin deep, a shift of tone and nothing more. They do not embody the signs of something far more encompassing and tragic, as the smaller and outwardly subtle changes upon Betsy themselves do.

~*~

There is a game that is played, every day, and both delight in it though they know the outcome will be the same, each and every time.

The cat lies in wait in the hallway, trying to dart inside the rooms Alison shares with Haroun. Each time, Alison manages to snag the furry purple creature, though one time the cougar sized cat did manage to tumble her over in a surprise shout of laughter before being dragged out into the hallway by the ear..

Haroun is allergic to cats, so Alison can't let the girl in, not while she's in either of her cat shapes. Catseye is still, in many essential ways, a cat - and always she'll try to sneak in, because that is what a cat does, when someone is allergic to them.