*makes up writing meme*

[askerian]

Give me a character or pairing and I will write snippets of ten different alternate universe for it. One line, ten lines, a ficlet if you're lucky.

1. wild west:
2. cyberpunk:
3. furries:
4. pirates:
5. ...in SPACE!!:
6. born another gender:
7. schoolfic:
8. army/police/firefighters/EMT:
9. urban fantasy:
10. harem:


First three requests for now! Plz not to ask me about any akatsuki (okay maybe itachi) or ozzies or stuff you don't think I would write in normal times but you just really want to ~~challenge~~ me. I'd only get writer's block, guaranteed. D:

animeprincess: narusasu -- all done!those are not what i'd call snippets. damn it, self.
nemi_chan: Blue Also done! omg. In general shorter, but still... quite a few of them are a bit more than ten lines. DX
gold_panner: itasasu



edit: g-guys. this is a LITTLE more than three requests. DX *ded nao thx* I'll see what i can do for those already posted (don't hold your breath) but srsly NO MORE.

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Blue part 2!

[askerian]

4. pirates:
He was kind of supposed to throw her over his shoulder and swing back to his own ship, but when she looks up at him she doesn't look scared at all. He's not sure why he holds out his hand instead.

"Come with me," he says gruffly. It sounds like a request even so.

She smiles.

Then her Indian man attacks him from behind with a chamber pot.


5. ...in SPACE!!:

Blue yawned, pulled a piece of toast from the toaster, and started munching away. The coffee machine was purring along, strange noise but nothing that would explode. He yawned again, rolled his head on his shoulders to loosen up the muscles, and glanced through the window. Outside, outer space kept being empty and black. Maybe he'd repair that coffee machine tomorrow.


6. born another gender:

When she's fifteen her sperm donor's Family summons her. They've seen the result of her tests -- she's not really useless as a psy, but for their purposes, nearly so. But as her father's daughter, there are obligations owed to her.

"It'd get you an advantage as an escort, to know what men want." The interviewer eyes her critically. "You're tall. Good bone structure. Put some meat on these bones and you'd make a good living."

Kemmy snorts and twitches her head so that long locks of brown hair falls into her face, hiding her eyes. "Unless you could screen them to give me only the nulls, I'd be crazy before the end of the year."

"... I didn't think you were that bad off. The tests say--"

"My mother gave me tranquilizers. I could have had a serial killer in my head and not cared." She shakes her head, teeth gritted, feels a sick sense of relief when he swallows her lie and his mind goes dark with irritation and offense. Later he'll realize she would have been tested for drugs as a matter of fact, but now he believes her and he doesn't like it. "Listen, just drop it. You offered. I was the one who chose not to accept. The obligation is fulfilled."

Maybe she'll end up in a cathouse before long anyway. Ever since she started developing hips it started being more difficult to get mechanic apprenticeships.

She just doesn't want anything to do with the man who fathered her and his Family. And being gently encouraged to carry a child for one of her once-removed cousins to strengthen the bloodline is something she has no interest in dealing with. If she has a child, it will be for herself. Not like her mother, who had a child for a man who dumped her like yesterday's garbage.

She just hopes the lie was enough to make them lose interest in the idea of bringing her inferior genes back into the Family's fold.