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Choose one or two or however many and a character/pairing and I'll try and write something for it. As always, you can ask for verses and see what I can come up with.

1) we would all be fools to pray for justice
2) great charity, bad tactics
3) a place beyond fear
4) prayer is a dangerous business
5) trying to build a tower out of custard
6) I will not fail death
7) all things out of season
8) lit like a burning city
9) now explain why you glow in the dark
10) expect to be valued accordingly
11) such a natural, normal lethality
12) choose good actions without good knowledge
13) the confusion of mind you dub honor
14) you were born to be betrayed
15) how long have I been walking down this road?
16) any man can be kind when he is comfortable
17) I've seen him cheat himself
18) these prizes are for living men
19) in desperation, anything becomes possible
20) I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was
21) ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be
22) with the right to rule came the duty to protect
23) they will be vastly unlucky in their children
24) but he quit just an hour too soon
25) matter remembered itself so very clearly
26) the structure of her nose alone
27) all the words in all the languages of the world that ever were or will be
28) like trying to weave a box of shadows in which to carry water
29) time and scale, both altered out of reckoning
30) even your darkness shall be treasured then

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Date: 2010-09-21 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emeriin.livejournal.com
14) you were born to be betrayed - Madhouse!AU - ATG/Insano

8) lit like a burning city - Madhouse!AU - Nurse!Chick/Nella

28) like trying to weave a box of shadows in which to carry water - Madhouse!AU - ATG/Critic/Nurse!Chick
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
Chick makes her rounds as night falls over the asylum. She smiles as she hears a shriek from one of the cells. Her boys and girls may have all been bedded down comfortably for the night, but they still complain. One in particular has been wailing non-stop since the lights went off and the sun went down.

Chick knows how to deal with that.

She lets herself into Nella's room and turns on the light. Nella quiets immediately, blinking in the light from the bare bulb above. She waits patiently as Chick makes her way over to her, restrained to the bed by a chain and collar. Chick can see the welts on her neck. The sight makes her grin.

When Chick reaches her, the look in her eyes is that of a scared child. "The ponies came back. They rode around and around and up and down and over me, and the hooves bruised me. Look!" She holds out her arms, but they are clear of marks.

This is dangerous. Once Nella sees the marks are not there, she will be forced to confront her illness, and that would be unpleasant. Chick wants to protect her best girl from this.

She lays a hand on Nella's chest, slips the other into her pocket for the silver nitrate. She busies herself for a moment with the rag and her gloves and then straddles Nella on the bed, skirt riding up. "Those are awful, my dear. Let me fix you up."

The first brush against her skin marks her red, and there's the first blush of a blister when Chick runs her hand over the area. She moves to Nella's chest, dropping a kiss to her breasts before drawing the rag down her sternum. Nella screams.

Her burning skin catches the light like the last gasp of the dusk.
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
When ATG walks into the lab Insano is prodding something long and pale in a jar. The monsters behind him start howling as they smell the scent of madness.

He walks up to Insano, presses his chin into his shoulder and looks down at the appendix in front of them. "Operating on Spoony again?"

"He's so much fun to mess with."

ATG waits until he's occupied with the job at hand, slicing a line down the middle with the scalpel, then grabs him by the hair, slides the syringe out of his pocket and up to his neck. The serum glistens wetly in the flourescent lighting, and the monsters salivate where they stand.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get off!!"

That Guy leans down and licks his cheek, and he goes very still.

"You need to be reminded that this is my show."

He presses the plunger and his pets howl.
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
It isn't easy, preparing a person for pregnancy. There is always the inevitable panic attack, when they realise that they're going to be a parent. She understands. It can be difficult to be responsible for another living being.

But it's rewarding too, looking after someone. Making sure they're taken care of. Chick knows all about that.

Critic is still panicking, thrashing against the restraints. He's been shouting long enough to make himself hoarse, calling them every name under the sun, screaming for help, trying anything. He's resisting them even now and Chick wanted him to get it out of his system, let it out naturally, but the Doctor has almost finished preparing the solution and he has to be still for the next part.

He can't be chloroformed, because he has to be free of drugs for the babies. Temazepam, Valium and Xanax all have side effects on pregnant women, and they can't take the chance. She's going to have to use more traditional methods.

On the other side of the bed, Ask That Guy is moving in. She makes a decision.

She moves over to Critic, climbs onto the bed. Once she's straddled his chest, the restraints make it impossible for him to see past her body to what the doctor is doing. He can still feel it though.

She leans down, runs teeth down his breastbone. He stopped shouting when she climbed on him but now his breath is catching and he whimpers as she digs her nails into his shoulder. She misses her scalpel, but trauma in his impending condition would not be good.

She can hear Ask That Guy behind them, sliding in between the Critic's legs and running the needle up his thigh. The restraints mostly stop his movement, but it's not enough. She kisses the marks from her nails. Have to make it better, look after her boy. ATG behind her chuckles and does something behind her. She can't see what it is, but Critic moans at the contact.

She kisses him and tweaks a nipple as the doctor moves behind her. Under their skilled hands Critic falls apart, finally laying still as he basks in the afterglow. He barely even feels the needle.

Chick gets off him, straightens her skirt, pleased at a job well done. Another patient taken care of.

She smiles at the doctor as she leaves.

------

I'm sorry this is so late, love. Also that I apparently cannot for the life of me write porn. ^^;

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Date: 2010-09-21 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freya-sacksen.livejournal.com
trying to build a tower out of custard
Regular verse, Todd in the Shadows/Obscurus Lupa.

even your darkness shall be treasured then
Madhouse!AU Critic.
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
"Why am I doing this again?"

Todd chuckled under his hood. "You lost the bet."

Lupa snorted and pushed some more custard to the foot of the tower. It needed reinforcing.

"Oh please, they're totally going at it. Just because you haven't seen them yet doesn't mean it isn't true."

Todd leaned forward and poked the custard tower. "Except I've seen Critic with Chick in the bathroom. So, I won." He leaned back as the tower wobbled dangerously.

"Except she's in on it too. Didn't you see how touchy feely they all were at the last gathering?" She tried to stabilise the tower but it fell onto her, making her shriek.

When she finished flailing in shock, she noticed Todd sitting stock still and breathing rather heavily. "What's up with you?"

He gulped, pressed a tentative finger to her lips, where some of the custard was clinging. Lupa rolled her eyes.

"Come here," she said, pulling him forward and getting custard everywhere.

------

Utterly out of character, sorry about that.
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
You toss and turn in the night, trying to run from the shadows in your mind, but they keep coming. They are everywhere, have been everywhere, will always be everywhere. You know this because he told you. The man with your face.

A fortnight later, and you are strapped to a bed, being suffocated under blankets soaked in ice water. The orderly piles another across your mouth and you cannot scream, because screaming requires oxygen. The man with your face looks at you and smiles, tells you this is necessary, to save you. You believe him because his face looks honest.

Nine months later, and you're trying to breathe through the pain. Your side has not hurt so much since they inseminated you with the baby, bulging and moving, trying to get free. The skin finally bursts, and you feel warmth slide down your side. The man with your face brings the little one to you and tells you you did well. You smile weakly and wriggle your bloated arms against the mound of your body, wishing to hold your baby. But it is alright. The man with your face has saved you, and will keep the child safe.

You are grateful.

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Date: 2010-09-21 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nombrehetomado.livejournal.com
I will not fail death - Guy Lynor in the Madhouse!AU

Hrm...

but he quit just an hour too soon - Insano/Nurse, regular.
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
Guy does not go the break room like the others during free time.

He prefers to wait in his cell, which has no windows, no beds and no lights, after he rubbed his neck raw from the collar trying to get out, broke his fingernails prying the light fixture from the ceiling. He prefers the dark.

When the orderlies throw him in from the latest treatment, he crawls to the corner where the monster lives. It turns at his presence, and holds out a claw to him. Guy crawls willingly to it, takes the claw in his hand.

When they come for him in the morning, he is hugging himself tightly, eyes glazed.
From: [identity profile] nombrehetomado.livejournal.com
*holds Guy*

Feck, that hurt. I almost regret telling you to check him out for the fic. xD

will never know what is meant - Insano/Nurse

Date: 2010-10-10 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
"Oh, Doctor!"

Insano didn't look up; he was too close to finally finishing his latest upgrade to his robotic grabby things. Just a couple more hours...

"Doctor?"

Insano waved vaguely in her direction. "I'll be up in a minute."

"You said that two hours ago." Honestly, you could hear the pout from here.

"Away, vile temptress! How dare you stand in the way of SCIENCE!" He pondered exactly how best to improve the laser beams. Everything was better with lasers.

He distantly heard Nurse stomping up the stairs and slamming the door, but it didn't really register. Not when there was science to do.

***********

Insano leant back in his chair and stretched. The robotic grabby things were fully upgraded, (and probably passed for WMDs in some states) now to go see what his Nurse had been after.

He went up the stairs out of the basement, and was about to head out the door when he spotted a skirt dropped on the floor.

Clearly this was his lucky day! He'd finally finished the upgrades and now his gorgeous sexy nurse was waiting for him! He found some stockings and her top next. This was a very good day.

His good mood faded however when he went into the living room and his Nurse was sat on the couch in jeans and his Mad Science Academy hoodie, watching the end credits to a movie with her chin on her knees. She didn't look up as he sat next to her.

"...What were you watching?"

She sighed. "Primer."

"I thought we were going to watch that together?"

"Well, you were busy." Oh, shit. He only had a small window before she stopped being sad and started being angry, and then he was screwed. And she was making that face. The sad one.

He jumped up from the couch. "Luckily, I have harnessed the powers of SCIENCE to create a time travel device far superior to any yet made! I shall use it to go back in time so we can watch Primer and I can still have upgraded my robotic grabby things!"

Once he was done with the maniacal laughter he looked over at her. She was still curled up, but there was a tiny smile on her face.

"Or, we could just restart the DVD." Once he'd settled back on the couch and started the DVD, Insano nudged her slightly, to see if he was still in the doghouse.

She nudged back before leaning up against him to watch the film, smiling.

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Date: 2010-09-22 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timidfox.livejournal.com
now explain why you glow in the dark - Film Brain :P
From: [identity profile] keevacaereni.livejournal.com
"Explain."

Linkara gaped at Film Brain, who was currently glowing slightly green as the sun set outside. "I honestly have no idea what to say. What the heck happened?" He moved out of the way as Film Brain came in and shut the door behind him.

"What happened?! Bloody Insano happened, that's what! Showed up in the middle of the night, cackling something about revenge like a loon and then he shot me with something. Next thing I know I'm glowing like a nightlight! Sod." Film Brain flopped down on the sofa and glared at him.

"Uh." Linkara squirmed slightly as Film Brain's glare intensified. "We...may have had a thing once. It was only one time!" he said hurriedly as Film Brain's glare actually started to burn, "but I think he...might be jealous?"

"Tosser." Film Brain pouted for a while before snuggling up to him, grinning slightly. "Hey, Linkara, wanna take advantage of my Green Skinned Space Babe status?"

"Film Brain, that's Star Trek."

"Fine, 'I like it when you use my name'. Happy?"

Linkara smiled, going in for a kiss. "Very."

----

Oh God, forgive me. Too much Gaga, not enough sleep.

From: [identity profile] ladyhadhafang.livejournal.com
That was really cute. Loved it! :)

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Date: 2011-02-16 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyhadhafang.livejournal.com
20. Anakin/Padme.

24. Evilkara, from Liz's POV. :)

30. Anakin/Padme, again. :)

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