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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[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*

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[cathybites.livejournal.com]

oh man, I dunno. It's been *years* since I've written Riddick and I hadn't written Kitty before this story. I think is about as far as it goes for the two of them. But thank you.