A Multifandom Fiction Meme
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omorka1: Pick five fandoms. List them in alphabetical order.
2: Visit this site for a random poem. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and -- you guessed it -- list the lines in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)
3: Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting -- make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble -- it's just inspiration.
4: Bravo! Have a cookie.
Fandoms:
Buckaroo Banzai
Eureka
Firefly
The Middleman
Real Ghostbusters
(generic warnings: implied offscreen violence, implied sex & sexual situations, all het, nothing graphic)
Lines:
a blue dissolve. In spite of that, the farm
“Are we too late?” New Jersey blinked against the shafts of sunlight piercing between hay bales.
Buckaroo was still, hands opening and closing. “No. You’ve smelled death, doctor; is this it?”
“Smells like something,” Pinky grumbled, scraping one foot through dust and chaff. “Hey, should there be a puddle here?”
---
But Between me and you
Identical, the rings were identical.
They can’t be. There must have been two, a pair of twin stones.
A jewler’s loupe wasn’t strong enough; the refracting electron microscope was barely enough to trace the tiny flaws.
The same impurities, same places. Not twins. Clones.
---
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
Hard, he’s all hard. Muscle and head, bargains and knocks. Pride makes him hard, and expectations.
And guns, and whores, and something softer.
A whiff of perfume, a comb running through long, dark hair.
A flowered blouse and a parasol tossed over a shoulder.
A lean, whip-strong leg.
Me?
---
will ignite the passions
“Whoa, sorry, Wendy’s boyfriend,” Noser laughed, backing out of the doorway.
Tyler waved him back. “It’s okay, I’m dressed. I was just writing a song.”
“Thought you didn’t do that these days.” Noser leaned over the paper. “What key?”
“G.”
“Gotcha. The key of flirtation. What tempo?”
“That’s . . . kinda personal.”
---
will see him up, car-radio-wise. So many, some
"It's not her fault." Ray folded his arms, chin jutting. “Ecto’s been slimed so often, she’s as much a magnet as Peter is.”
“Be that as it may,” Egon replied as Peter spluttered, “if the gremlins play ‘The Monster Mash’ again, I’m getting out.”
2: Visit this site for a random poem. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and -- you guessed it -- list the lines in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)
3: Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting -- make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble -- it's just inspiration.
4: Bravo! Have a cookie.
Fandoms:
Buckaroo Banzai
Eureka
Firefly
The Middleman
Real Ghostbusters
(generic warnings: implied offscreen violence, implied sex & sexual situations, all het, nothing graphic)
Lines:
a blue dissolve. In spite of that, the farm
“Are we too late?” New Jersey blinked against the shafts of sunlight piercing between hay bales.
Buckaroo was still, hands opening and closing. “No. You’ve smelled death, doctor; is this it?”
“Smells like something,” Pinky grumbled, scraping one foot through dust and chaff. “Hey, should there be a puddle here?”
---
But Between me and you
Identical, the rings were identical.
They can’t be. There must have been two, a pair of twin stones.
A jewler’s loupe wasn’t strong enough; the refracting electron microscope was barely enough to trace the tiny flaws.
The same impurities, same places. Not twins. Clones.
---
how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
Hard, he’s all hard. Muscle and head, bargains and knocks. Pride makes him hard, and expectations.
And guns, and whores, and something softer.
A whiff of perfume, a comb running through long, dark hair.
A flowered blouse and a parasol tossed over a shoulder.
A lean, whip-strong leg.
Me?
---
will ignite the passions
“Whoa, sorry, Wendy’s boyfriend,” Noser laughed, backing out of the doorway.
Tyler waved him back. “It’s okay, I’m dressed. I was just writing a song.”
“Thought you didn’t do that these days.” Noser leaned over the paper. “What key?”
“G.”
“Gotcha. The key of flirtation. What tempo?”
“That’s . . . kinda personal.”
---
will see him up, car-radio-wise. So many, some
"It's not her fault." Ray folded his arms, chin jutting. “Ecto’s been slimed so often, she’s as much a magnet as Peter is.”
“Be that as it may,” Egon replied as Peter spluttered, “if the gremlins play ‘The Monster Mash’ again, I’m getting out.”
