Fics, Memes, and Drabbles

[wightknight]

A collection of all the writing I've done for my characters over the years in memes.  Also a place to request a fic.  Respond wih one of your characters, one of mine, and a one-sentence or one-word prompt and I'll write a short fic.

Fics by Character
Lucas | Mother 3 (9)
Yuki Nagato | The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (4)
Susan Sto Helit | Discworld (17)
Grimsley | Pokemon (3)
Beast Boy | Teen Titans (1)
Ivan | Golden Sun (1)
Palom | Final Fantasy IV (1)
Miscellaneous | Characters Never/No Longer Played (2)

Comments

Teatime | From Utopia | Music Meme 10/13/11

[inthebones]

Today was a good day.

The gentleman in the black coat almost hummed to himself as he strolled down the street, tipping his hat at the nervous-looking girl skittering past him. Strange how people always looked so nervous. He had often thought the people of Ankh-Morpork really needed to derive more enjoyment out of life. As he did, of course.

A right turn down the alleyway soon led him to his destination. Fortuitous. The song playing in his head had almost reached its climax. Though he had once suffered accusations of being improperly childish, he would defend the musical merits of Pop Goes the Weasel to the death. It was really a marvellous tune when you thought about it, so very analogous to life. The steady drone of the refrain reflecting the common everyday sort of occurrences, those scheduled events you planned and carried out without any sense of excitement. And then, suddenly, without any warning whatsoever...

"Pop!"

Ah, the excitement on her face as she realized his return! Really wonderful. He particularly enjoyed the flavour of surprise as she glanced around wildly, wondering where on the Disc he had ... popped out of. No, no, he wouldn't say! He had his little secrets, after all.

"Now, where were we...?"

He slides his knife out of his pocket and smiles boyishly at the terrified woman still bound to the corpse of her late husband.

"Oh, yes. You were telling me about where you met her last night."

His single pupil narrows to a point finer than the tip of his knife.

...Perhaps he didn't derive enjoyment out of life so much as he did death.