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elviaprose) wrote2014-07-13 10:35 pm
elviaprose) wrote2014-07-13 10:35 pm
Stealing a meme...
Name ~3 B7 fics you think I wouldn't ever, ever write, and I'll try to write a snippet of at least one of them.
I know I don't write that often, so it might not be obvious. :/
I know I don't write that often, so it might not be obvious. :/
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2. The Liberator spontaneously transforms into a fluffy white cat named Princess Fluffypeep. The crew are all turned into small ducklings who ride on her back.
3. Avon-Cally bodyswap - in the style of Ben Stead
Isn't There a White Knight, Upon a Fiery Steed?
"Woman, I am beautiful!" Avon declared, gazing enraptured at his slender form and tumbling curls. Unaccustomed to walking in such low heels, he tripped and sprawled backwards onto the sofa, started to swear, then decided to pass it off as masterfully throwing himself down.
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As Mark Antony said, I am dying, Egypt, dying.
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Ok, here we go...
“Listen to Avon. Never mind if it’s possible! Just do it!” Vila shouted.
“Right.” Tarrant said, his knuckles whitening even further. “I’ll land her.” The Liberator shuddered again.
“Tell Zen what you’re doing!” Dayna shouted.
“I don’t imagine he’ll approve,” Tarrant said between gritted teeth.
Sweating profusely, Tarrant wrestled the Liberator towards the barren surface of Kiglus 12.
Everyone braced themselves as best they could, but the screeching, sliding, barely controlled landing threw all of them, including Tarrant, to the flight deck floor. Ouch, he thought, and then I’m alive. Distantly, he heard Zen intoning something.
“INFORMATION. ORGANIC TRANSMOGRIFICATION PROCESS HAS NOW BEEN INITIATED.”
In an instant, Tarrant’s view changed completely. The smoking, sparking Liberator flight deck vanished from around him, leaving only the open sky, and his field of vision....shifted. Like a viewscreen toggling from portrait view to landscape.
“What…?” he cheeped. Cheeped? That had definitely been a cheep. His new panoramic vision, saturated with an entirely new spectrum of colors, showed him five small, fluffy yellow--oh, god, they were so yellow-- chicks, cheeping and flapping their wings, and one large, fluffy white cat.
Re: Ok, here we go...