Challenge

A 351-post collection

Letting a date down easy

(#00016)

Shayde winced as she filtered the young lizard girl’s enthusiastic babbling through her own understanding.

Yikes.

This kid had the worst case of wishful listening Shayde had ever seen.

“Danny…”

“Maybe I can take you to see the storm aurora. It only happens outside the left tail section for some reason? Oh! Wait. There’s like a historical theatre thing? Sometimes they do recreation shows, sometimes they show the old-style cinema stuff? It’s totally retro-cool.”

“Danny.”

“You could tell what was new and old from when you left? That’d like, be such a help on my thesis. How storytelling developed alongside technology in the pre-shattering era.”

“Danny!”

“What?”

“This isn’t a proper date. I never said it was.”

“But you said you thought–”

Life on the other side of let-down street wasn’t as simple as she’d thought it was, ten years and a million experiences ago. Shayde strangled a ‘you’re a good kid but…’ before it could form itself on her tongue.

“I made a mistake. I assumed things based on our text chats. And you’ve been assumin’ for the past twenty minutes, based on one word.”

Danny deflated. “I… thought we were getting along…”

“Have ye never had someone desperate to tell you every last detail about something they love beyond reason, but you’re bored stiff by? And have ye never wanted to avoid breakin’ their poor heart?”

“Oh, like Lyn Wikozt. Every day she has to tell me the latest thing this singer she likes has done? And what it means to her continued existence? And she just talks and talks and you can’t tell her you don’t wanna hear… about… Oh.”

Shayde summoned a smile despite the funereal mood descending on their group. “Clever girl.”

“…'msorryiwastedyourtime…”

“Na. Don’t feel bad about it. I know, right now, that’s a wee bit like tellin’ water not to be wet…”

Half a giggle.

“The best relationships are between people with equal standing, aren’t they? They make the best kind o’ teams. That’s why Superman never really got t’ stay with Lois Lane. It’s why lots of heroes are single. Wi’ great power comes a really sucky datin’ pool.”

A genuine smile.

“The most important bit is having someone ye can talk to… and listen to. You’ll find that someone. Maybe they’ve always been there. Maybe they’re just around the next corner. But when you do find 'em… tell 'em ye had tae break my heart.”

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Challenge #00016: Worst. Date. Ever!

“Sophia Pirelli was everything a girl like me could hope for: tall, beautiful, intelligent, editor of the college paper, a tall redhead with legs that went on for miles.  I’d crushed on her for months, finally working up the gumption to ask her for coffee. She was perfect.  She was glorious.  And yet we had nothing to talk about.”  

AKA the most awkward date ever/what happens when crushes and reality collide violently.

“Yes, my foster parents

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Challenge #00013: Verdammt!

 Kurt has laundry duty for the first time. Static cling problems ensue :3

Ororo should have known she was in trouble when she saw Kurt wandering the grounds with the laundry basket an obvious weight in his cerulean arms.

“Is there a problem?”

“Ja! Where the washing line ist? I looked everywhere, und… nothing.”

Washing line? “You didn’t see the dryer?”

“Uh. Dryers are expensive, ja? The sun and wind is free.

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Mort and Sara get to go on a proper date.

(#00012)

Much had changed. Mort was still shocked at most of it. All of it could be traced back to Sara. Sara, no longer plain but still tall. She’d grown two inches by slow degrees and every last atom from top to toe was pure delight. He had a name for every colour of every aqua-to-lapis scale/chromatophore on her delightful skin.

He had changed, too. He no longer hunkered in shadows. He spoke up when he felt wronged. He

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Challenge me?

Posting fanfic isn’t going to help me be a better writer [New year’s resolution#1: Work to improve myself] but it is going to attract my old fans, which means more readers. I need readers :)

So. Along side the fanficcery that promises to become a long-standing tradition in this blog [over 100 fanfics, remember?] I am going to accept challenges from my audience. Send me a springboard/prompt. A favourite phrase, a title of some media you love, ask a

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Challenge #00011: One Fine Day at Genracon (rebloggable by request)

Evoverse or Flotsamverse: The X-Men go to a con, in cosplay or out (Kurt keeps getting compliments on his “costume” regardless). Geeking out and crime-fighting ensue.

(#00011)

“He’s gone to ground in something called jen-ra-con,” The Professor frowned. “Either I’m getting a lot of static or… something is wrong. Nobody there looked at all human.”

Sara glared at him. “You’re kidding me. This high a concentration of freaks

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Evoverse or Flotsamverse: The X-Men go to a con, in cosplay or out (Kurt keeps getting compliments on his "costume" regardless). Geeking...

(#00011)

“He’s gone to ground in something called jen-ra-con,” The Professor frowned. “Either I’m getting a lot of static or… something is wrong. Nobody there looked at all human.”

Sara glared at him. “You’re kidding me. This high a concentration of freaks and weirdos and none of you has heard of Genracon? The biggest month-long geek-out known to fandomkind?”

“I heard of it,” said Kurt.

“Trek,

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Genderswap Todd & Sara?

(#00010)

“On the plus side, that outfit looks better.”

Sara continued to glare daggers at Forge. She -currently ‘he’, if only physically- did look trim and toned in what could only be described as an olive-khaki swimsuit without the shoulder straps.

Todd did not look any better as a girl, either. His/her uniform was not flattering on either gender. “Dayumn, this does make my ass look big…”

“It shouldn’t matter for

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Watching an alien home shopping channel, while drunk, and ordering some very interesting things (bonus: the aftermath of said shopping...

(#00009)

Hwell Barrow, bored and forbidden from talking to anyone outside of the hostel in person, was channel surfing the local entertainment feeds. At least Ax'and'l had forgotten about requesting an absence of mini-bar, thus lending an element of entertainment to his otherwise dull evening.

That green stuff. It really packed a whallop.

He didn’t understand a word they were saying. But that didn’t stop him making up stories as he watched. Two green things with violently vibrant

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A mad scientist, a minion, and fire-breathing sheep.

(#00007)

“IT’S ALIVE! IT’S ALIVE!”

“Yes, master.” Igor had always agreed that being agreeable lead to a longer life. Broaching the niggling little problem in a delicate way was going to be… problematic at best.

“Go, my beautiful creation! Go and create marvellous havoc on those unsuspecting rubes!”

The creature lurched off the slab, belched fire, and said, “Baaa?”

Of all the mad geniuses to sign up with, he

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Not all weres turn into mammals.

(#00006)

“I’m dangerous,” said Claire. “You shouldn’t be around me.”

“I don’t care,” Tracy sobbed. “I love you and you can’t send me away.”

“At least keep your distance. I can’t control what I do under the full moon. Please, Tracy.”

Tracy did not want to let go. “Why? What happens during a full moon?”

Claire pushed her away. “

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In a sushi bar, with an alien, while on a blind date

(#00005)

“I don’t know why I agreed to this,” grumbled Rael.

“It’s all ye can eat sushi, what’s not t’ love?” Shayde primped, using her reflection in the sneeze guard as a mirror. “Is he here yet? Can you see him?”

“Nobody is wearing any variety of dead foliage.”

“Pink carnation. It’s a flower. Flowers are prettier.” Shayde evidently gave up on getting

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Challenge #00004: They Fight Crime (made rebloggable by request)

Romance springs up between the newbie medical examiner and the girl who runs a crime scene cleanup company (female/female pairing)

First crime scene. Ever. Nobody else had to know this. Just walk like you own the place. Act like you belong. Check out the corpse, note any significant details and toddle on back to the office. No big deal.

Alice thusly walked with confidence until she encountered the first thing nobody told her.

Death has a smell.

The bodies in anatomy

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