so you can *throw* things at me? i don't think so!

[krickets]

I've never done one of these things before, and I'm scared as shit. ←

So, I'm starting out small. I want to kick the muse into gear (she's being reluctant with a few WIPs) so comment to this post with a pairing and a prompt of any kind and I'll try to give you a few lines and if I'm feeling spry, maybe even a drabble. You guys know my fandoms.

Here's to hoping I don't buckle under the pressure!

(Caveat: No way can I write Juliet or Three... and I think that's it.)

ETA: You guys!!!!

*fires the gummybears of rage at all of you*

Quit it with the crazy crossovers! I might have to send the tickle monster after you!

↑ The Tickle Monster. FEAR HIM!

Comments

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Hehehe. That's gotta be the least kara/leoben-like prompt I've ever heard. Okay I'm gonna have to think about this one!

[lunar47.livejournal.com]

lol. it can be done. I did Leoben - blueberry pie and alissabobissa did Baltar - bluberry scone.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Meep! Okay I'm not too sure about this, it could probably be better but here ya go!



Kara Thrace has always had her share of vices, but food was never one of them. Sex? Booze? Danger? That was another story.

But now, on Earth, her wings hung up for good, she walks in the garden behind the house and picks blueberries off the bushes.

She loves the way they pop in her mouth when they're not too ripe, the sour sweet taste of them, the traces of blue they leave on her lips and fingers, the feel of their fallen comrades squishing beneath her bare feet, leaving marks on the wooden steps of the back deck when she goes in for the night.

It's the one thing she indulges in.

Leoben smiles, chopping vegetables at the counter. "You keep that up there won't be any left for pie."

"Keep what up?" she says innocently and laughs when he reaches for her hand, kissing the stains on her fingertips.

"You used to be a better liar," he says. But that's not really true. Kara's still an expert storyteller, perhaps with everybody save for Leoben. Because now, they live in secret, and they both tell lies daily. They have to. They'd be dead otherwise.

During the day they drive the hour into town, shop for groceries and pretend that they're just like everybody else. But at night, back at their house, when they make love, they look at each other and know exactly who they are.

[lunar47.livejournal.com]

HEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! loved it. And not only were there blueberries but pie as well. the Leoben in my pie drabble will be pleased.

oh I'm still grinning :)

[crickets.livejournal.com]

I totally thought that after I read your Leoben/pie drabble hahaha. Wow that sounds dirty. They should make a mov.... wait... hehehe.

Yay! I'm glad you liked it. It's a lot more domestic than I've ever seen them. But I think it works in a way. They go out to the country, away from prying eyes, pretend to be this normal reclusive, cylon/human couple...