>VERBOSE

A while back I tried doing this meme:

1. Pick a character/pairing/fandom.

2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward, no matter how whacked out your drabble seems.

I wanted to do ten, as it seems a usual number, but it seems I'm never going to get around to finishing it. Some of them are pretty dumb, besides, so I won't be posting those (never minding the rules), but here's six. G - PG-13 (or maybe the lightest of possible Rs), some genish and some suggestive, bits of humour, no warnings except some drunkenness in one. ( Read more... )

for lunylucy from this prompt, 4 Every Flavor Beans flavors that Dumbledore hates and 1 that he loves.

1. Lemon custard. Ariana always was very fond of the stuff.

2. Mown grass. Not only is he not a cow, but it is sometimes a bit difficult to convince people of the truth of one's vast stores of mysterious wisdom while sporting lips and a tongue that look like a ripe lime. A reputation for eccentric brilliance only goes so far.

3. Candied violet. Gellert had once presented him with a small box of the real sort, smartly done up in silver paper and tied with a thin purple ribbon. He'd mentioned idly with a subtle wink that a curious piece of Muggle folklore considered it an infallible love charm.

4. Salt and vinegar. "Hate" might be a strong word, though; more like "irritation". He can never manage to find the fish-and-chip-flavoured ones to go with.

5. Christmas pudding. He especially likes to top a real Christmas pudding with some of these and then smother it in brandy before setting the whole thing on brilliant pink fire. A thing worth doing is worth overdoing, after all, especially at Christmas.

Title: Honeyed
Pairing: Severus/Sirius
Genre: plotless random imagery
Rating: PG
Words: 170
A/N: This is way off-key from your usual Snack, far too romantic if you ask me. This must be some kind of random AU Sirius who can talk in swirling poetic sentences. Don't blame me, blame him.

( I forget, somehow, that my fingers are still sticky... )

Apparently my brain is feeling rhythmic today. This isn't really involving any specific characters (although I know who I'm picturing) or even any identifiable universe, so I don't think it can be called "fanfic", but neither does this really go in my other journal, so you all get to suffer. I am just so tired of not having any imagination anymore...

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As we walk among the birch trees, their finery turned all to tarnished gold where they are not yet quite bare, he reaches for and takes my hand in silence. It is then I know he loves me; though he has both implied and said it, and the words have been momentous, still they often are too easy to be proof. But now, he reaches out with one hand to caress the paper bark, and the fingers of the other, all unthinking, seek my own and press them softly; it is this that shows me forth the yearning of his one soul for my other, through these meager means of closeness we call bodies.

I really wish I could come up with more than this. And it doesn't even go anywhere or say anything.

Title: (untitled)
Characters: Severus Snape
Genre: plotless random imagery (I decree a genre in the name of me *stabs a flag in it*)
Rating: G
Words: 149

( Light shimmered, green and blue and white and violet waves of it. )

via duniazade, ( drabble generator: )

seen in severity_softly's journal, this amusing typo she found in a fic:

He closed his eyes and sniffed, fighting the way his eyes were pickling.

"pickling"? O RLY? well then: ( warning: a little gross. )

(abandon fic! abandon fic!)

Title: (none — for Last Kiss)
Characters: Severus/Lily
Rating: PG
Words: 140
Warnings: None

Why I give up: The first stanza was inspired. The rest are just imitations. Trying to carry on poetry like this very rapidly starts sounding very forced. I would never have got this up to 1000 words (the fest minimum).

( Now kiss me again... )

Title: (none - for Severus helps Draco brew Elixir of Euphoria)
Characters: Severus, Lucius
Rating: G
Words: 79
Warnings: None

Why I give up: I think it's pretty obvious. This is just going nowhere fast.

( I'm going to have to teach this brat... )

Title: It's In the Script (for Beltane Rite NC-17, NWS)
Characters: Severus mostly; Severus/Harry implied; various combinations of Severus/Harry/Draco also kinda implied
Rating: strong PG-13 or soft R
Words: ~840
Summary: The course of true dreaming ne'er did run smooth.
Warnings: None

Why I give up: Normally I have no problem with crack, but this is stupid crack, with a gimmick that only leads to exasperated head-shaking. Totally fails to deliver on smut; I just can't write Severus/Harry, I guess.

( It's In the Script )

(abandon fic! abandon fic!)

Some abandoned drabblish things. The first two are from the same prompt set as the one Make-Believe came from, but I'm not keen on these.

( Forgetfulness )

( Wars )

( Mistake )

( Presents )

(abandon fic! abandon fic!)

Title: (none)
Characters: Lily
Rating: G
Words: 189
Warnings: None

Why I give up: Eh. This just bores me. The point of this was to have her catch some amusement or longing, have them meet later, and have him express an emotion that could only possibly be expressed with the mouth, which is wanting to kiss her, like, durhay. But I ain't feelin' it somehow.

( Many people are given to express insincere emotions... )