What do you consider fun? Fun, natural fun...

[cathybites]

I'm so useless and lazy today. Still in my pajamas and I need to get to the bank before work, possibly the mall, too. bah.

Anyways, because I'm feeling a little insane, I'll play along with the fic meme- give me a pairing and plot/outline/whatever and I'll write something. Can be from any of my fandoms (ooh, I'm multi-fandom now!). um...I'll try to have them written within a week.

and, okay, I think I was absent on the day they went over this, but how do you customize the moods on LJ? Not the moodtheme, but, like, how do I get a picture to show up if I type in a mood not on the list?

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[ink-stain.livejournal.com]

how do I get a picture to show up if I type in a mood not on the list?

The only way I know how to do it is from the web -- I don't think there's a way to do it from the client. But from the web, if you select the mood you want, like "blah" and then type something else, like "eh" in the "Other" box, that should do it.

[bossymarmalade.livejournal.com]

Write me Space Ghost and Zorak drinking coffee in the Green Room. Or Apollo and Starbuck lounging on an outworld planet. Or Viggo and Orli or Viggo and Dom or (completely non-sexual) Orli and Elijah. Hee!

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

You're insane.

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"Mmm...there's nothing quite like a cup of joe in the morning," Space Ghost says, breathing in the steam rising from his coffee cup. Zorak turns to him, eyes blinking audibly.

"It's three in the afternoon."

"Yessiree, nothing like it." He takes a sip and sighs happily. "Say, Zorak, why do you think they call it a cup of joe? Why not a cup of susan, or a cup of barry, or a...a...?"

"Cup of tad?"

Space Ghost stares at Zorak, looking completely unamused. Zorak blinks again and says, "What?"

"A cup of tad."

"I would enjoy a cup of tad."

"Oh, would you?"

"Cream on the side."

"uh huh."

"With some sugar."

"Are you finished yet?"

"...no."

There's the sound of crickets chirping in the background and Space Ghost taps a finger against his mug. Zorak is silent save for the occasional *blunk* of his eyes blinking.

"Are you finished yet?"

"My cup of tad has gone cold."

"Would you like me to warm it up?" Space Ghost raises his powerbands and aims them at Zorak.

"uh, no, that's okay, I, NOOOO!" Zorak screams as he's hit. The smoke clears and he's covered in soot, eyes blinking. Space Ghost sips again from his coffee mug.

"Mmm...there's nothing quite like a cup of joe in the morning."

[bossymarmalade.livejournal.com]

I LOVE IT SO MUCH! SO MUCH I HAVE TO USE ALL CAPS. I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING IN MY *HEAD*!!!!

I *DEVOURED* HIM!!!! EEEEEEEE!!!!

*snuggle*

[katemonkey.livejournal.com]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!

I have gone insane with the skeery slash implications and then I have died of the coolness involved.

A cup of tad! Oh god, will I be able to look at my morning coffee the same again?

[glockgal.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE TOO BRILLIANT FOR WORDS!!!! I love it so much, it is so fucking funny I am going to die from all the laughing!!!!!!! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!! Zorak and Space Ghost 4EVA!!!!

God, words can't express how much I adore you right now. Why aren't you here so I can cuddle you, dammit??? Why am I not THERE??

[karabou.livejournal.com]

ROTFL!!! Ahahaha... this is so funny! I love Zorak! <333

[buggery.livejournal.com]

Oh, GOD that was hilarious.

I came this close to requesting this pairing for yuletide, too, so I really appreciate it. The dialogue was so perfectly surreal.

And the audible blinking! BWAH!

(I came here from Te's LJ via Glockgal's, in case you wondered.)

[smartlikejustin.livejournal.com]

You're so cute with your multi-fandomness. To celebrate such cuteness, you should write me dom/billy, yes you should. Um, set it in a convenience or grocery store, use the word "mildew" and make it happy. Yes?

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

I'm so used to expecting Timbertrick requests from you that I almost started this off as one. But, yay for the new black, or something. ^_~

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"Here," Dom said, tossing a bottle into the basket. Billy picked it up, face scrunching as he read the label.

"Cleans soap scum and prevents mildew stains?"

"Your shower's filthy, mate."

"You didn't seem to mind it this morning."

Dom smirked. "I was distracted."

"Maybe I should just keep you distracted while you shower."

"Or you could just clean your shower."

"How about if you clean my shower? We could get you a pair of those yellow gloves, and maybe a matching apron."

Dom rolled his eyes. "Nutter."

"Wanker," Billy said, shoving Dom lightly, sharing a smile.

"Love you, too."

[glockgal.livejournal.com]

SOOOOO CUTE!!!! And I read it first? And then I went back and read it again, but with their accents and can you believe it was EVEN CUTER?!?!!?

Of course you can because HOBBIIIIIIIITS!!!

[gnosis-soul.livejournal.com]

Teehee, that was quite adorable. Surfed in from Monaboyd. I love domestic!Monaboyd. :) Great!

[wgsarah.livejournal.com]

Riddick meets Kitty Pryde (alternate: M). Y'can throw in the MacManus twins too, ifn you like. ;)

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

She reminds him of Fry, Riddick thinks. The eyes are a different color but they hold that same mixture of innocence and strength, naivete and determination. The way she's standing in front of him, chin jutting out stubbornly with her hands on her hips, is also the same; it's almost as if Fry is right there.

"I'm not going to just sit here twiddling my thumbs," she says.

"Look, kid--"

"Kitty."

It's an appropriate name for this tiny scrap of girl, standing there with her hackles raised and practically hissing in his face. She stares him down, looking right into his eyes, and that's something different. No matter how brave she had tried to be, there had always been a small sliver of fear that had kept itself wrapped around Fry. It had always been there: in her voice, her eyes, her scent.

Riddick can't smell the fear on Kitty and he wonders if she's just adept at keeping it hidden or if she just doesn't have any.

Both options strike him as a little odd and a little sad.

"Those things out there, they do more than just go bump in the night."

She glares at him and it's so familiar, like he was back in that first planet, Fry bossing him around. Something pounds on the door and the scene in his head switches and he's watching Fry being pulled away, reaching out to him and screaming, her voice scratched raw with terror. "You have no idea what they can do," he says.

Kitty speaks and her voice is steady and smooth, no tremble of fear to mar it. "They have no idea what I can do."

She turns and walks through the door, like a ghost, and Riddick stares after her, startled. His shiv is in his hand before he realizes it and he curls his fingers along the blade. He thinks about that planet, and Fry and fear and courage, and he opens the door to follow.

[wgsarah.livejournal.com]

Eee! Dude, this totally rocks. V. Riddick. V. Kitty. I think they blend surprisingly well! I'd probably get beat if I asked for more though, huh? ;)

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[meanarose.livejournal.com]

Oh very nice. I definitely liked that. *points to person who challenged you* I definitely agree with her. I'd love to see more myself. *ducks out of sight*

[ibythetide.livejournal.com]

masterful work. i could see that happening.

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ^_^

[loveflyfree.livejournal.com]

Okay. Billy/Orlando. Use the words "poet" and "crafty." Happy please. :-)

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

Billy didn't have the pretty words to make him blush, didn't have the smooth lines to seduce him, didn't have the magic phrases that would make Orlando fall under his spell. Oh, he had a gift for language, a crafty way with words that made people's heads spin and laughter burst from their mouths, but he was no poet.

He did try, though. His first attempt was at his kitchen bar with pen and paper at hand. He thought of Orli, thought of his eyes and smile and skin and all the ways to describe them. He concentrated hard on the way he felt about Orlando, how his pulce raced and his stomach twisted upon itself whenever the younger man was around. But when the best line he could come up with was 'eyes like chocolate chip cookies that make my tummy ache,' he tossed the paper into the rubbish bin and decided to try again when he wasn't so hungry.

Some advice wouldn't hurt, Billy decided, and he asked Viggo for help. "You need to open yourself up more," he told Billy. "Wake up your mind." Which translated into sitting in the woods together a lot, communing with nature and spirits and, on one memorable occasion, a swarm of mosquitoes. Afterward, while sitting on his bed and rubbing anti-itch cream onto the bites, Billy realized his mind was quite comfortable with being asleep (and mosquito bite-free), and when Viggo came around the next day to collect him for another communing session, Billy hid under his bed until Viggo went away.

One more try, he thought, turning over a little plastic case and watching as hundreds of tiny magnetic words tumbled out. He was determined to make something out of them but Dom showed up with a case of beer and the next day, Billy and Dom stood in front of the fridge, rubbing their heads and staring at the poetic masterpiece:

you make love me pretty flower spank
eyes like whee and then me drank

"I think it has a certain...Shakespearean quality to it," Dom said.

"And the grimace on your face is due to your hangover, right?"

Dom nodded, a little too enthusiastically perhaps, turning slightly green before bolting for the bathroom. Billy listened to the retching sounds, sighed, and swiped the pieces off the refrigerator.

Billy decided then that poetry was for wankers, gits, and other sundry prats who had little else to do with their time. Real men, he told himself, expressed themselves through actions, not words. So when Orlando slid up to him one night and whispered, "Your eyes are like green sparks of fire that ignite my soul," Billy turned to him, said, "Sod the pretty words," and shut him up with a firm kiss.

[loveflyfree.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OMG I love this so much. Thank you! *glomp*

[glockgal.livejournal.com]

Okay now I can't resist because I LOVE YOU. I want LoTRP hobbits having fun, or Faramir and Boromir being sweet loving brothers (eee!) or James and Sirius playing the fool. Precious.

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

I suck! I wanted to write Faramir and Boromir for you but I couldn't do it. And so, well. It has *a* Hobbit in it.

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itch

scratch

pick

flick

"ew."

itch

scratch

pick

flick

"Would you stop that?"

itch

scratch

"Why?"

"It's disgusting."

pick

"I'm grooming myself. I thought Elves were all about grooming."

"You're picking pieces of glue from your feet and--"

flick

"...flicking them at me."

"And?"

itch

"You're a prat."

"hmm."

scratch

"I don't know why I put up with you."

"My boyish good looks and charming personality?"

"I think that's why you put up with me."

"Oh, right."

pick

"Dominic. Don't eve--"

flick

"...you're a dead man, Monaghan."

"You know you love me."

"Bloody cheeky bastard."

itch

"I'll make it up to you."

"How?"

scratch

"hmm."

"I don't like the look on your face."

"Trust me."

pick

"Famous last words, Sblomie."

"Quiet now."

"Wha--"

lick

[ink-stain.livejournal.com]

Because you said you'd beat me if I didn't put it here and make it all official-like:

Bean/Viggo. Use the words eccentric; escort; phantom; declare.

*smooches*

[cathybites.livejournal.com]

exploiting your kink so you won't notice I missed two of the words.

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Sean knows Viggo is eccentric. *Knows* it. Viggo is an artist and artists are an odd lot. Sean's been around enough of them to have seen it all. And, really, as far as vices or kinks go, wearing makeup is fairly tame, almost laughable, considering some of the things Sean has seen.

So it makes no sense at all that his pulse skitters in surprise when he walks into Viggo's trailer and sees him leaning over the counter and dragging something slim and black along his lower lid. Nor does it make sense when his mouth goes dry, his breath scratching and hot across his tongue, as Viggo swipes his thumb along the dark line, smudging it into his skin. Sean has seen it done a hundred times before, a thousand times, even.

Something he's never seen, however, is the way Viggo's eyes flicker up and over, their reflections phantom-grey as they stare at Sean, and the way Viggo's lips curl up ever-so-slightly, like there's a secret hidden in the corner of his mouth. And although he's seen a countless number of people, men and women, apply lipstick, there's something about the way Viggo raises the tube to his half-open mouth, eyes still on Sean, that shimmers with newness, makes Sean's vision sparkle.

Splash of color on Viggo's lower lip, a dark crimson that seems to seep into his skin, and the lipstick is pulling at his mouth, the movement almost obscene in its careful and calculated motion. Viggo's lips press together, color bleeding from one to the other, and he's still watching Sean, eyes glittering underneath blackened lashes.

"See something you like?" he asks, and Sean blinks, taking a small step backwards. He hears Viggo but can't process the words, not when those crimson-stained lips are pulling all his focus. Sean takes another step, forward this time, and Viggo smiles wider, brilliant white against the red, as Sean stands in front of him.

"See something you like?" Viggo asks again, and Sean reaches up, fingertips ghosting over Viggo's lips. His thumb presses down on the corner of Viggo's mouth, sliding against the red slickness, and when he pulls it away, the color smears, blurring the edges of Viggo's smile.

"Yeah," Sean replies. He moves to wipe his hand on his trousers but Viggo stops him, a hand curled around Sean's wrist. Sean pauses, then nods slowly, lifting his hand to his face. He can't see the red streak left behind as his thumb swipes along his mouth but he can see the way Viggo watches, the slight hitch of breath when Sean's hand falls away. "I think," Sean says, "maybe...maybe I do."