A different kind of drabble meme

[wordinista]

Okay.  I haven't been writing.  And I need to.  I've been doing any number of OTHER things, but not writing.

So.  In the interest of stimulating my muse, I BEG YOU TO MAKE ME DRABBLE.  PLEASE.

But, and here's the part you might not like, I want to drabble for the WIPs I have going.  Which sucks, I admit.  But I need to get myself inspired to work on the things I should be working on, so... there you have it.

WIPs include:  OGAM, A Bump in the Road, and Universal Truths. 

(Actually, I'll drabble nearly anything Furuba, now that I think about it.  I'm having a hard time getting into the FB headspace.)

So... please.  Throw some prompts at me.  I will love you forever if you do.

Comments

try 2 with better icon

[therhoda.livejournal.com]

Okay I vote for bump in the road, Something like a while Shigure is away what are Ayame and Hatori doing? the whole innocently going on with their lives thing.

Anyway nice to see you around again, I am glad you are trying to write.

[mscongeniality.livejournal.com]

How about I trade you?

No? You say that's blackmail?

Damn.

Well, then, how about an OGAM-verse short centering on Miroku.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

How about a drabble exchange instead, hmm?

*persuses your list*

I'll give you a choice:

1. Mayuko/Hatori. Mayu's birthday. Or, better yet, White Day.
2. Fuu/Jin. Hurt/comfort. Doesn't matter who gets hurt.

[mscongeniality.livejournal.com]

Your wish shall be my command, madam.

[darkfrog24.livejournal.com]

Give me a hundred words of New and Improved Miroku and/or Miroku/Teles fuzzy feelings.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

Yes'm.

Oh, and where's that Good Omens 100 word fic you mentioned in your journal? *luuurves on Good Omens a lot*

[darkfrog24.livejournal.com]

Yo.


There was no explaining it. When Aziraphale had checked the inventory a scant fortnight earlier, it had been a near-mint condition 1901 issue of Strand magazine, complete with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's second installment of the highly overrated (but delightfully collectable) Hound of the Baskervilles. He flipped through the aging pulp, noting for the first time what great unease a person could feel upon not seeing mediocre illustrations and inhaling ten decades of dust mites.

Born Farrokh Bulsara to parents of...

An angel swallowed hard - not that he needed to - and reread- not that he wanted to - Freddie Mercury's autobiography.

[dqbunny.livejournal.com]

Okay. UT prompt. Diantha finds Liam in a grocery store in an aisle he wouldn't normally be in. Why is he there? How does he react? Both of them grab highly controversial items. What are they? :D

Off Topic

[aoi-tsuki1.livejournal.com]

I forgot where you commented asking about Bump, but I didn't get the next chapter. ^_^;;

(Tell me how Akemi met Captain Asswipe met.)

Re: Off Topic

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

Huh. That's weird. Maybe it's an attachment issue? I'll send it again, in the body of the email, and HOPEFULLY it'll go through. (This has happened before - are you usually able to receive attachments through Gmail?)

(Okay.)

Re: Off Topic

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE HELL, MAN. I JUST GOT THE CHAPTER SPAT BACK AT ME. Your gmail hates me. It really hates me. Is there anywhere else I can send it?

and now, your drabble:


"Don't fidget, dear. There's nothing to be worried about."

Akemi shot her mother a dubious look. Anytime her father brought home a colleague, it was reason to worry. The illustrious Matsushita-sensei didn't make friends with idiots, generally. And this guy was supposed to be a rising star in the department, young and sharp, and destined to go far. Her father was quite fond of him.

Unfortunately, most of his colleagues were surprised to meet his only daughter. Once, a scholar had gone so far as to ask why Matsushita-sensei hadn't been invited to meet one of his sons.

He hadn't been asked back.

She was an anomaly, and she knew it. She came to these dinners out of affection and respect for her father -- no other reason. She loved the pride on his face when she explained her career to old-fashioned history scholars. She would undergo any amount of discomfiture to make her father happy. That's the fate of a Daddy's Girl, I guess.

At seven on the dot, there was a knock at the door. Akemi hurried from the kitchen to answer it. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see a man not much older than herself smiling at her.

"Matsushita Akemi, I presume?"

"Um. Y-yes?"

"I thought so. Your father speaks highly of you." With those words, he produced a bouquet of exotic hothouse flowers.

"Oh, my-- these are... um. Very nice. I... uh. Come in, please, Kurosama-sensei." She stepped aside as he came in.

"I would like it very much if you called me Takashi."

"...O-okay, Takashi-san." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught her father watching them both and sending her mother a pointed grin.

I have the distinct impression I've just been railroaded.