"and every time you ask him for another vanishing act, he half-smiles"

[mooging]

Right, fic-writing is currently something I want to do but none of the characters are behaving and I can't get anything to work (except Ed Byrne and Russell Howard, who, conversely, won't shut the hell up when I want them to, and, yes, they do count as characters, be quiet), so I call upon the powers of meme and the uber-powers of friends-list, and ask you to bear another one-sentence fic meme, to get me in the writing mind-set again.

Pretty please?

Give me a character (or multiple characters, or a pairing, or a theory, or a ridiculous AU, or anything you like, really) from a fandom (er, preferably one that I'm familiar with. If you don't know whether I know a fandom or not, feel free to ask. Crossovers are absolutely fine), and a theme to go with it (by 'a theme' I mean anything that will give me some idea of where I'm going - be as vague or as specific as you want to be), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic. You may make as many requests as you like. 

ILYOUALL.

Comments

[yaminokurisu.livejournal.com]

David Mitchell, Russell Howard, shirts.

Have at ye <3

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Okay, here we go:

Out of all the juvenile happenstances Dara had witnessed when filming Mock the Week, the one involving David Mitchell and Russell Howard having a fairly fierce flailing-girl-fist fight: later, when the two of them had been dragged apart and Dara had recovered enough from all the laughing to actually ask what had set the whole thing off, Russell had turned faintly pink and mumbled something about shirts, and maybe about colours, and there may have been something about tee-shirts versus formal shirts, and then had gone away, and Dara had boggled a bit and decided not to mention this in filming, as amusing as it might be, because it made his head go woozy in the bad way, and it was just plain stupid to have a girly slap-fight over shirts/

[yaminokurisu.livejournal.com]

OH YOU AWESOME.

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!

[ballion.livejournal.com]

One-sentence fics are amazing ... hm ... Stacey Warner ( and Greg House ) from "House M.D."? And the theme ... piano ...

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

(I make no excuses for how this turns out, particularly considering I spent most of S2 of House hating Stacey with a vehement passion, but I know you like her, so I shall do my best!)

Whenever Stacey thought about Greg in the years after their relationship, she thought about him playing the piano: the keys reminded her of their time together, moving through high notes and low notes, melodious and loud and tame by turns and always manipulated, powered, controlled by Greg and his long fingers pressing key after key, and she uses this to help her get by (to help her live with the guilt).

(If you want another one, I don't mind, because arrgh, I'm not sure how good that is.)

[rionaleonhart]

John Dorian meets Sherlock Holmes, with the theme of COMPLETE FANBOYISM, please?

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Of all the things to happen at Sacred Heart hospital, one of the strangest was when Doctor Cox tugged at a loose thread on his collar one morning and ripped off a rubber face mask, revealing beneath it a completely new face, and body (somehow): when questioned by J.D., he introduced himself as Sherlock Holmes, private detective, and could he kindly inform him what century he'd landed in this time, and was he to be the new Watson - J.D. had become the physical embodiment of flailage, limbs akimbo and googly-eyes all the way, and had said something that sounded suspiciously like "aahbvhdbvEEEEEdhbvdbvhLOVEYOU, ahahahaha", before fainting in a heap at C'Holmes's feet.

(I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT WAS ABOUT. I hope it was okay for you: if not, I shall gladly provide you with something else).

[rionaleonhart]

YOU'RE INSANE. I think I'm going to have to interpret this as one of JD's odder daydreams.

Hee, JD as Watson would be adorable! And useless!

and body (somehow)

Ahahaha!

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

and body (somehow) - IT COULD HAPPEN.

Well, no, okay, technically it couldn't, but who said I was responsible for plot? ;)

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

ED/JULIAN LOL NO NO WAIT WILL/JONTY. And er, lol themes, I am useless. I would say cupboards if it wasn't already, unbelievably, probably overdone. CUPBOARDS, OH WHAT THE HELL, can't think of anything better/at all.

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

SERIOUSLY I JUST WROTE SOMETHING THAT IS PRETTY MUCH CENTERED AROUND A CUPBOARD. AND I'VE WRITTEN THAT INSANE ED/RUSSELL, WILL/JONTY ONE IN WHICH THE CUPBOARD IS ALSO AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE GAY PLOT.

...

Never mind, I heart cupboards. Cupboards usually mean porn time!

I have to go to bed now, before I die, but one sentence fic tomorrow, I promise.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

LOL SORRY UNEXPECTED STAIRS CUPBOARD OVERLOAD. Anyway, don't die, that would be rubbish, sleeeeeep. xx

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

No, wait, before I go to bed (and then stave off the dying), here are two snippets from said BBC Cupboard Fic of Dooooom, which I still really need to type up (would it be out of place on your uke community; it does have Will/Jonty in there, and there may or may not be kissing, I'm not telling), also (lol disjointedness) I have that other Will/Jonty for you, shh, God, Moog (this is why I need to go to bed, I am making no sense and this comment has eaten my brain, and apparently my abilty to control my use of brackets), but, no, here are two snippets from BBC CUPBOARD CRACKLAND HAHA.

- A bit later: "Ed," says the other man, and when there is no response: "Ed. Ed-Ed-Ed-Ed-Ed."

"I'm sorry, says Ed, his voice muffled by the other man's mouth. "I can't hear you through my face."

*

- The first couple to make use [of the cupboard] is a beaming man with wide eyes and a skinnier man with close-cropped hair.

"We've only got a minute," says the skinnier man, looking worried, but the other man grabs him by the collar of his odd-looking jacket and he falls abruptly silent.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

"I can't hear you through my face."
I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS.

The uke community welcomes everything and anything. PARTICULARLY THIS. YES.

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

RIGHT I AM AWAKE NOW (and not dead, hurrah).

After a few weeks of vaguely tremulous patting, and little sly glances, and maybe the odd hand-holding event, Jonty finally snapped, turned to Will and said, "Good God man, if you don't drag into a nearby cupboard with your teeth, I cannot be held responsible for my actions, which may or may not involve a ukulele and sensitive parts of your anatomy!", to which Will had replied to by turning quite red and pulling him off the stage by his bow-tie (Jonty had, in the heat of the moment, forgotten that they were between sets in a performance, and not, as his brain had helpfully supplied with the wrong information entirely, alone in a small room).

I DON'T CARE IF I TOOK TERRIBLE LIBERTIES WITH GRAMMAR, IT'S TOTALLY A VALID SENTENCE.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

NNNNNGH OMG ♥ ♥ ♥

this is genuinely about the most coherent reply I could form

I am aware that it is a really crap reply and I apologise but it does quite accurately sum up my reaction

also by god can this happen at a gig that I am at, please

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

NNNGH is a good reaction, yes.

I may or may not be writing Ed/Russell pornishness in which '"Nnnnnnngh," says Ed.' is the first line.

I will make this happen at a gig you are at. I DON'T QUITE KNOW HOW, BUT I WILL.

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

I shall belatedly ask for two one-sentence fics, because I can be a demanding little madam like that.

#1 = Guy Secretan & Gaius Baltar are in a bar.

#2 = Lucius Malfoy goes clothes shopping.

(yes, they are crap ideas but it is past midnight :P)

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

#1: "So, you're, what, some form of twatty rodent alien King?" says Guy, scoffing loudly and tossing back the last half of his pint, while Balter slides slowly off the bar-stool and onto the floor; then, looking down, Guy discovers Baltar having an in-depth conversation with something near Guy's shoelace that is, in fact, thin air, and decides that even Mac's scrawny ginger company is better than that of the twitchy little man with scared eyes and a propensity for talking to nothing and claiming to be from another planet where he brought about the end of the world (and Guy's not having trouble believing that now).

#2: It isn't often Lucius Malfoy goes clothes shopping (normally, the clothes are brought to him and he sneers at them or feigns disdain long enough to terrify their maker before pretending to relent, taking them to his walk-in wardrobe - which is, in fact, a walk-in room: he finds wardrobes constrict his majesterial glamour - and swishing around in front of the mirrors, testing them with all his hair flicks and haughty looks he can muster, to make sure they won't diminish his impressive nature), but when he does, everyone in the shop snaps to and runs for their wands, just in case: he is a death eater, and what's worse, he's picky.