let meee entertain youuu...except in reverse

[ileliberte]

Hello! I am bored! I wish to make people write drabbles/ficlets for me that I will then illustrate! Order will be by what I can do first rather than first come first served, but will try my best to get to all of them. I'll close it if I'm getting too many (I wish). Fandoms are SGA and Supernatural.

Some things that would rock my socks off: John action (without innuendo)/ lots of Teyla/ lots of teaminess/ humor/ cuddliness/ Teyla action (with or without innuendo)/ Sam having fun/ Dean being Dean/ aww brothers!!! (um, also, no Sam/Dean). All this in a lovely max. PG-13 rating package. Yes, I'm a little high maintenance apparently.

Go!

...please?

Comments

[innie_darling]

Hey! I'm going to be posting a few new SPN fics shortly-ish (technical term), and I'd be happy to write you a gen drabble or two, but I was wondering if you are averse to illustrating already-posted stories. Because I'd love to see, from my own stories, (1) pig-tailed Sam - "Undone," (2) Flock-of-Seagulls hair Sam - "Miching Mallecho," (3) bruised John and tired, glowing Mary - "Cleats," (4) crankypants wee!Sammy - "A Cappella," and/or (5) the secret eyebrow language of exasperated Sam and snarky Dean - "A More Perfect Union." Plus a whole boatload of great moments from other people's fic . . .

Anyway, give me a topic and I will drabble!

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Not averse to it all! Will try them, but for now I want something aaallll for myself :)

Hm, something fun or cute with wee!chesters? With John cracking a smile or even a laugh?

[ltlj.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I'll give something with teamy-cuddliness a shot.

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Yay! Team cuddliness is the best type of cuddliness ♥

[setissma.livejournal.com]

I can do Sam + Dean! Any particular requests?

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Coolness! Something fun? Prank? Dean being annoying and Sam getting his own back? Weird hunt with banter? Heh, basically feel free to do whatever


Thank you so much for playing! :D

[pentapus.livejournal.com]

*puts foot in the door* Reserving my spot. Anything in particular you want?

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Team stuff. Banter. John being pretty and Teyla being sardonic and Rodney being amiably disgruntled and Ronon being nonchalant :D Ok ok, whatever you want as long it has the whole team in it.

[dotfic.livejournal.com]

And here I've been meaning to get back to drabbling. I'll write you a Sam and Dean gen drabble, something snarky and fun (that's the kind of mood I've been in this hiatus). Want to give me a word or three as a prompt or should I surprise you?

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Snarky and fun \o/ If I had to give prompts, snarky and fun would have been the words, so yes, surprise me :D

[dirty-smudge.livejournal.com]

Hi, I found you through pentapus's journal and have only just started watching yours. You art is awesome. And I had this random idea for a drabble, so I'll write it now for you because I think it would be a good thing to draw :)

Rodney tried to suppress a yawn as he glanced around, making sure he wasn't the only one who was bored out of his mind. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for a mission where running for his life or being taken hostage weren't requirements, but he could be doing so many more productive things right now. Like catching up with the latest series of Doctor Who, which Zelenka had brought back from Earth on DVD.
Teyla was speaking with the native leaders, negotiating a trade agreement with a serious expression on her face. Sheppard was feigning interest by nodding at all the important bits (and some of the less important bits when he wasn't paying attention). At least Ronon looked as bored as Rodney did, cleaning out the dirt under his fingernails with a knife he'd produced from one of his many hiding places, which, in Rodney's opinion, was a pretty dangerous way of keeping them clean. He wished he was cool enough to do stuff like that. Knowing his luck, he'd probably cut his finger if he tried.
Sighing quietly and wondering how long it was until lunch, Rodney looked down and studied the ground for the third or fourth time. His bare feet stuck out from the end of the scratchy robe they'd given him (and no amount of complaining had convinced John to let him off wearing it). They were white and pasty against the dusty brown dirt and when he compared them to Teyla's elegant toes they made him feel like a troll. A big, ugly troll in a robe with wide, square feet and uneven toenails.
Oh God, he was so bored he'd started examining everyone else's feet. Ronon's were just as big as the rest of him and hairy, like a hobbit's. Teyla must be an elf or a fairy or something equally dainty and petite with her neatly manicured toenails and beautifully curved feet.
And that made Sheppard... Rodney glanced over at the Colonel's feet and frowned. Sheppard must have noticed him looking because he swung his head lazily in Rodney's direction, saw where Rodney was looking and shrugged sheepishly.
John's feet were long and almost as pale as Rodney's, although not as chubby and his veins stood out more. But that wasn't what made Rodney smirk in amusement and make a mental note to ask him about it later.
All ten of his toenails were painted a different colour and, lined up as they were with his feet together, they put Rodney in mind of a rainbow - red on one end followed by pink and orange and yellow and a multitude of different greens and blues, ending in a light violet and dark purple at the other end. Rodney couldn't imagine him sitting in his quarters with his hair in curlers, meticulously applying ten different nail varnishes to his toes, so there must be a more interesting reason.
He wished he had a camera. Sheppard was going to regret having prettier toes than him.

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

XD That is hilarious, now I want to know who painted Sheppard's toe-nails :D Thank you! Art forthcoming :)

[mahoni.livejournal.com]

I'm in a ficlet-y mood; can I squeeze in? And did you possibly have anything in mind with your 'lots of Teyla' prompt?

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Yes!
Hm, I didn't really have anything in mind except maybe that Teyla would have a starring role in a team fic. Maybe...being wily and fighting them out of captivity? Challenged to a duel? I don't know :( Write anything!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

This is actually a snippet from something longer I'm writing, hope you don't mind. :D




“There any films you are willing to discuss, McKay?”

He thought for a moment.

“Star Wars.”

Zelenka gave a happy little sigh and Sheppard grinned, lopsided and mischievous and annoyingly attractive.

“Goes without saying.”

“Clichés frequently become clichés for good reason, Major,” Rodney answered loftily. “It’s a metaphor.”

“Like football.”

Rodney scowled at him. “Could you possibly be any more American?”

“Je suis un cowboy,” Sheppard drawled, looking entirely too self-satisfied. He sank a little lower in his seat, hooking the toe of his boot around the leg of the only free chair at the table and dragging it closer so he could prop his feet on it.

“You wanted to be Han Solo, didn’t you?” The scorn in Rodney’s voice was almost palpable.

“Clichés become clichés for good reason, McKay.”

That prompted an eye roll. “Goes without saying.”

He got a sidelong look for that, a sideways smirk.

“And you wanted to be what, Luke?”

“Jabba,” Zelenka said dreamily, pushing his little glasses up his nose. Rodney reassessed his opinion - the little Czech was almost certainly rabid and definitely dangerous. He attempted to subtly shift his chair away.

“Or maybe Leia? Not so sure about the gold bikini look on you, though.”

Rodney just glared, ignoring Zelenka‘s frantic choking.

“Considering that I am quite possibly the most intelligent man you will ever meet, Sheppard, and key member of an international mission to another galaxy, I don’t think who I played at being as a child has any real relevance,” he said icily.

Sheppard just smirked his aggravating smirk and mouthed ‘Leia’ at Zelenka, who went into another painful sounding coughing fit.

(In actual fact Rodney had, as a child, tended more towards wearing a colander on his head, walking around making beeping noises and attacking things with a screwdriver. His sister had used the photographs for blackmail purposes throughout most of high school.)

“Besides which,” he continued snidely, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth and articulating around it, “Han Solo just swaggered and drove recklessly. The Jedi thing was far superior.”

“Hey, I’m not arguing.” Sheppard shrugged easily. “Lightsabers are awesome. Plus Luke had Artoo.” His smile curled a little at the edges, and the tone of his voice was positively indecent. “I’d have done anything for an R2 unit.”

This time it was Rodney choking. The slaps on the back from Zelenka were, in his opinion, really far harder than necessary.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Oh, and if this doesn't work for you, there're a whole bunch more snippets over here... (http://villainny.livejournal.com/858278.html?#cutid1)

:D?

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Hehe, I think out of all this, the image of a young Rodney with a colander on his head is the most hilarious one XD Thank you! I take a while to finish stuff so it'll probably be a few days before I have the picture, thank you for playing :D

[jimandblair.livejournal.com]

ooooh, irresistible

~*~
It was when McKay fell face first over Ronon’s outstretched legs that Sheppard realised that he was as drunk as a skunk.

The thing was McKay had a dedicated, perennial student’s capacity for excessive alcohol intake.

They were screwed. They were totally screwed.

“When I’m calling yoooooooo oooooo oooooou.”

Sheppard poked his finger in his ear and dug in deep. The party was a resounding success. The horns that the natives of PB –- what ever the Hell it was -– kept blowing had the same reverberating, droning sound of the MGM musical about some lovelorn mountie looking for his lost love.

The Canadian in McKay had obviously responded.

“McKay! Give it a rest!”

The premier brain of Atlantis was fried. Sheppard glugged on his water bottle trying to dilute the LSD-like effects of the Ctlobdhs local brew. The celebratory grogg had hit him like a ton of bricks. Teyla had her head in her hands.

McKay leaned backwards to better peer up at the tall Ctlodhian leader. The Viking-esque behemoth clapped McKay soundly on the shoulder and intoned,

“Sing!”

“Sing, McKay.” Ronon dragged him by the scruff of his neck to his feet.

“I got to beeeee eeee perfect. I got to beeee eeeeeee purrr purrrfect. Too many people take…” McKay shimmied to the left and then to the right around the celebratory bonfire. The Ctlobdhs and Ronon danced with him.

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA, ok, I don't know if there's actually some Canadian musical to that effect but by any chance, were you referring to the Royal Canadian Air Farce skit with Paul Gross? ...Never mind, a brief googling session later, I see what you were referring to but still hilarious XD Oh drunk singing Rodney, so adorable ♥ Will get to this as soon as possible :D Thanks!

[tielan]

I hate you. *tries to think of something*

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

:P

[cat-77.livejournal.com]

I read your post and got an idea. Not sure if it works or not, but oh well. This is my attempt at a team fic with Teyla playing a prominent role with a bit of humor. It's about 2 pages long, so I put it on my journal instead of taking up space on yours. I hope you don't mind.

http://cat-77.livejournal.com/19300.html#cutid1

[eloise-bright.livejournal.com]

I missed this lovely offer, as I was on holiday at the time - I was wondering, do you ever draw Sam and Dean as kids, or do you prefer them as portrayed by Jensen and Jared? I'm working on a short wee Winchesters piece and it should be finished by tonight (muse willing).

Please feel free to ignore my shameless begging. *blushes*

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Hee, you can ask any time :D I have drawn somewhat wee winchesters (http://ileliberte.livejournal.com/28437.html) but I am always open to more :) I'll probably be a little while finishing it though since I work slowly but bring it on!

[laurapetri.livejournal.com]