Why doesn't anybody ever do "write ME a fic" memes? Seriously, I think I must have participated in a dozen memes in the last couple years where people can ask me to write for them (which I know I kind of suck at, but I am getting better at getting those done--I actually wrote a full half of the requests last time!). But has anybody ever put a meme out there where it's acceptable to get your friends to write for you? Not on my flist!

Fuck it. I am bored and I want to read and if I'm friends with you, it's at least partly because I think you're talented.

So here's what we're going to do.

I am thinking of a challenge. It's personalized to you. (Yes, YOU.) It is the story I wish to God and the Flying Spaghetti Monster that you would write, because it's a brilliant idea and you'd do it perfectly.

Wanna know what it is?

Then you're going to have to promise you'll write me at least one hundred words of it.

Feel free to copy this to your own journal and demand drabbles from your flist when they inevitably become morbidly curious!

This idea is brought to you by Heather's Brain On Antihistamines. And now we return to our regularly scheduled slavedriving.

Author: Heather (darlas_mom)
Title: How I Learned To Hate My Muse Instead Of My Computer When A Spreadsheet Crisis Comes Along: Authobiographical.
Fandom: None.
Word count: 3,235

( In which I have a terrifying adventure with technology and the muse gets a name. )

Title: The Fall
Author: Heather (darlas_mom)
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,968
A/N: Thanks to demeure for the kick-ass beta! This was written for a_white_rain in the last writing meme I did. She wanted Azula/Ty Lee. I finally finished it today because IT IS HER BIRTHDAY, OMG, YAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you like this!

( The Fall )

Author: Heather (darlas_mom)
Title: Revenge of the Muse
Fandom: Sadly, none. This is what I wrote today instead of working on any fics I have lying around, because my brain didn't want to give anything up and this got so long that I decided that I should post this on LJ, just to let you guys know what I'm doing. It's either original or RPF. You decide.
Rating: R, for having the word "fuck" in it a couple times.
Word count: 2,424

( If only this was actually fanfic... )

Author: Heather
Title: Kisses
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,320
Disclaimer: All characters herein are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions. Please don't sue. The situation is totally of my own deranged mind, however. Please don't steal.
A/N: For mabus101 in the drabble meme. I apparently suck at keeping an idea that catches my fancy under a hundred words. Thanks to missbreese for the read-through and ecnouragement.

( Read more... )

I am doing this meme because

A) I've benefited from it twice now (once from mabus101 and once from kangeiko
B) The rules say I have to
C) I think I can manage 100 words per person as long as nobody smacks me with Spike, Sylar, or a show that isn't in my tags. (You may look for your show on my tags list here.)

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Okay. Go.

ETA: I won't make you copy this to your journal if you ask me for anything. But if you do copy this to your journal, I promise you that I will be rushing over to your journal to ask for something.

I say this not only because most of my flist won't ask me for stuff if they have to write, too, but also to serve as a warning that if you give me something mean, I will be mean right back. ;-)

Okay. Now go.

Gacked this from a_white_rain, because it looked fun and I'm super-behind in my word count.

Under the cut are the current themes for 31_days. Chose one and a character/pairing and I'll try and write something for it. You can also ask for original if you're interested in seeing what my pretty little brain comes up with myself.

As far as fandoms go, if it isn't "BSG," "Lost" or "Alias," there's a good chance I watch it. (I grow tired of making huge lists. The odds anyone'll ask me for something I've never heard of seem low.) All I ask is that you PLEASE don't ask me for Spike. Please? I like him, I just can't write him. He hates me. We're allergic to each other.

ETA:

NO SYLAR!

For once, doing ninth_wonders didn't take over an hour and didn't break my brain.

This makes me very, very happy.

In celebration of my happiness, anyone want comment fic?

Title: How You Got Here
Written for apocalyptothon
Author: Heather (darlas_mom)
Recipient: milleniumrex
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season one and two in general, with some references to the tie-in comics.
Warnings: Nonlinear second person POV.
Summary: My challenge was "A world where Peter's gone mad from absorbing too many powers, and has imposed [sic] a absolute dictatorship over the world in a misguided attempt to perfect it. West is leading the resistance, and Claire is torn between her brother and her lover." The story I ended up telling was the story of Peter's madness and how he ends up imposing a dictatorship and destroying the world. West and Claire are here, but it's not their story. It's Peter's.
Author's Notes: Super-special awesome I-owe-you-for-life thanks to s8219 and lady1raven for their generous help and contributions. Also? This fic is not anywhere as long or inclusive as I wanted it to be, and it has the worst telling-instead-of-showing problem of anything I've ever written, but frankly, if I worked on it anymore, I was going to go drown myself in a lake. This story nearly KILLED me.
Word count: 2,532

( How You Got Here )

Title: Just Hold On
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Beta: treeson

Sirius was tired. His soul ached. He wanted to curl his fingers into claws and rend himself into ragged bits just to make the hollow feeling in his chest stop.

But he musn't do that. He had to remember.

I didn't do it.

--James' face, unrecognizable under mortar and broken glass--

No--

--Lily was curled up, he couldn't tell if the red on her neck was her hair or--

No--

--one tiny hand was visible under splinters of bassinet, he could hear Harry fretfully wailing--

No.

This place wouldn't get to him. The pain wouldn't get to him. He just had to fight. To hold on.

I'm innocent. I'm innocent.