Drabble and Poetry Exchange

[petra]

Leave me a drabble (or more, if you have trouble writing exactly 100 words) and I will write you a drabble (probably precisely a drabble).

Leave me a poem and I will write you a poem.

If you want a poem and you can only write prose, let me know; if you want a drabble and can only write poems, let me know.

Art instead of words is also welcome! Just let me know what you want in return.

Anonymous comments are welcome; just sign it with a name so I know who to dedicate the work to.

If you want to write for other people who come along, indicate that in your subject line.

For people interested in writing for me, I am in the mood for:
escapism
cuddles
far-flung futures
adventures
hijinks
puns
kink
monsterfucking/xenophilia
banter
Murderbot who's neither white nor a man
genderfuckery
tortured rhymes
happy endings literal and euphemistic
and as ever, mentor/student

I have no preferences for ships or gen. If there is something particular you want, I will entertain your request.

Here are the fandoms I can write. Any of those fandoms that are not marked "likely not again" are fair game for entertaining me.

Come at me! Link this far and wide!

Comments

[james]

I mean you know.

V-

I just gotta say
this shit is harder than it looks
but I lo
I don't know how to say it
there's tater tots in the freezer

-E

What would an icon for Venom writing poetry even look like?

[petra]

THIZ IZ JUST 2 SE
i haV 810
thee tateRtotZ
thot wuR In
tHee fReezuR

an wItch
U wUR pRobly
gonnA EAt
when u GOT the muNChiez

sry eDDie
THEY WUR ZO YuMMie
cRunChie n fRoz

[petra]

Masterful use of the strikethrough there from Mr. Brock. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[buggery]

A Very Eddie Brock poem!

"Up in the Air"

[buggery]

(I will gladly accept prose or poetry in exchange for the following drouble; I'd love some DS9, if that works for you.)

---

Like so many things, it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

"Is everyone comfortable?" Obi-Wan asked, his cultured Coruscanti accent and resonant vocal timbre barely-noticeably strained by the way most of Padmé's weight was being borne by his torso.

"Not... exactly... Anakin, please put your elbow somewhere else," Padmé said, not quite peevishly.

Anakin shifted his elbow off Padmé's thigh, which caused him to slide shoulder-first into her crotch.

Padmé emitted a most-un-regal squeal, legs spasming.

"Did I hurt you?" Anakin asked, breathlessly.

"No," she answered, giggling, "rather a bit more of the opposite."

"I thought we agreed that this venture would be strictly for cudd—"

Obi-Wan's interjection was interrupted by the hammock summarily dumping all three of them onto the mossy ground.

"Well," Anakin said, once he stopped laughing enough to catch his breath, "If we're no longer in the hammock, then surely that rule no longer applies, Master?"

Obi-Wan was winded more from the drop than from laughing, having been at the bottom of the heap; but he laughed harder, and agreed, "I suppose it does not."

"First one to make me climax wins?" Padmé suggested.

"Wins what?" the two men chorused.

"The second climax, naturally!"

Re: "Up in the Air"

[minoanmiss]

EEEEEEEEEEEE YAY

Re: "Up in the Air"

[petra]

This is *adorable.*

I loled, I cooed, I loled, I love your dialogue.

For those not Jack: I called them via Discord so they could hear how loudly I cooed at this.

For those not familiar with Jack: they noped out of the prequels after Phantom Menace but still put up with my ridiculous Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padmé Situation. Case in point.

Cross purposes, St. Andrew's and otherwise

[petra]

Commander Sisko asks, "Have you seen Mr. Garak?"

"Not recently enough," Bashir answers breathlessly, adjusting the collar of his uniform.

"I must speak with him."

"So must I! I'll help you look."

"He's somewhere the computer can't locate him."

Bashir rolls his eyes. "That doesn't narrow it down nearly enough on this station."

"Presuming he's still on the station."

"He can't have left yet."

Sisko hesitates. "I thought you said you hadn't seen him."

"We parted on a sour note."

"Recently?"

"Four minutes ago."

"Where?"

"Ah -- my quarters."

"Why was he --" Sisko makes a visible command decision. "Let's find him."

[minoanmiss]

A splash of sunlight framed a daffodil

And my lignified heart shivered

Almost remembering how to dance.

[petra]

This is as golden-bright as your hugs. Thank you for a glorious use of "lignified."

[petra]

Spring winds caress our cheeks and we forgive them

They will grow vicious-hot and cynical-cold again

But for now, they are damp-amorous with frog song.

[petra]

Javert/Valjean drabble from Mueegs.

[or_midnight]

I fucking. Wrote some psychic wolves fanfic of your psychic wolves fanfic a while back then got all embarrassed and never finished it, but I can send that your way if you think you'd enjoy it. (I really loved Boyang, ok.)

[petra]

Oh my, please please! Boyang forever!

[petra]

What would you like in return for the lovely Boyang story?

[china_shop]

I wrote you a little Murderbot ficlet (fan_flashworks link) -- my first in that fandom, so thanks for the inspiration! ♥

[petra]

This made me grin! What can I do for you?

[petra]

Not an asinine question - RoL. <333

[spiralsheep]

Untwisted Rhyme

There's a mountain hereabouts,
all brooding and poetical,
but praising it in verse
remains quite hypothetical:
impossible to rhyme
because it's called the Blorenge
and as everybody knows
there isn't any rhyme for "orange".

;-)

Poem please, local geography or history for preference (where local means anywhere the writer feels a connection).

[full_metal_ox]

See my haiku below.

[petra]

It's not an ocean
No salt, no tide
But "lake" is demeaning
And puts too much pressure
On lakes that aren't seas.

[full_metal_ox]

Tall banana leaves
greenly shade my exile place:
Weeaboo cred, yes?

[petra]

<333 What would you like in return?

[spiralsheep]

:-)

Going bananas:
a fruit always departing,
going for a song,
green curls becoming sunshine
as they're boating the world round.

[dissectionist]

[xenomorphs]

She loves lying with him this way, curled into a fetal ball on her side, his long body wrapped in a curve around hers. He’s long enough that her feet and bottom are tucked against his groin, his thighs secure against her back. The crown of her head fits beneath his lantern jaw, his tail encircling them both. She feels cocooned against the curving plates of his frame, the bony protuberances of his arm lying heavy over her.

His body never really warms up; it always feels like the coolness of silk sheets when first sliding between them. She wants to live in these moments as long as she can, hidden from the rest of her crewmates down here in the hold.

He shifts and unwinds himself, and she knows it’s over for now. She sits up and wraps her arms around her knees, the sudden loss of his embrace feeling like a physical pain in her chest. She mutters to the xenomorph, “It’s over there, take it,” as she gestures to a drugged crewmate, the man unconscious and left sprawled where she’d dragged him.

There’s always a price for love.

[petra]

Being enchanted with the xenomorph and calling her crewmate "it" is a chilling combination. I love the cuddling the exothermic exoskeletal as cool and perfect.

And expensive.

Thanks for the lovely fic! What would you like in return?