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[traincat]

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you several sentences from that story.

You guys know my fandoms! And if not, uh, ask?

OF COURSE I'M WRITING MY YULETIDE FIC no this isn't a distraction WHY WOULD YOU ACCUSE ME OF THINGS LIKE THAT.

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[raphiael]

How about the one where Soren was Batman and Ike was Robin? And there was salsa music?

[amielleon]

... I'm not entirely convinced she hasn't written that.

[traincat.livejournal.com]

Don't be ridiculous.

I wrote the fic where Ike is Batman, and Soren is Talia al Ghul. Duh.

[traincat.livejournal.com]

"And now, you will have no chance to save these priests! No chance but --" Schaeffer paused for dramatic effect -- "salsa dancing!"

Batman and Robin glanced at each other.

"Yeah," Robin said, and kicked down the wall of the cage that had dropped down on them upon entering Palmeni Temple. "I don't think so."

"Get the priests," Soren said, tossing a batarang Schaeffer's way. Ike saluted him.

"No problem, boss," he said, slinging one of the priests over his shoulder. He scratched at his thigh with his free hand. "We're going to talk about these tights when we get home, Batman."

"Hmph," Soren said.

"Wait," Schaeffer said from the ground, interrupting his moaning about bringing more priests or some babies or something. "Batman?"

Soren kicked him once and added, for good measure, "I am the night."

[raphiael]

I forgot to comment, but this is fabulous max.

[amielleon]

The one where Ike and Soren were extras for a movie. (Shinon was an indie filmmaker back in the day and taught Rolf the ropes. Now Rolf is directing his first film for a real studio and Shinon couldn't be prouder.)

[traincat.livejournal.com]

"So," Ike said, scratching the back of my neck. "What's my, uh, agenda here? What am I, uh. Feeling?"

Rolf scowled at him.

"You're feeling like you really have to run screaming across that hallway," he said, adjusting his smart black beret. "And like you should stop wasting the director's time."

"Right," Ike said, nodding to himself. He glanced back down at the script. Rolf fixed Soren with a look; Soren responded in kind, raising one eyebrow and fixing his mouth into a thin, straight line.

"Let me guess, you've got comments, too?"

"Only about the script," Soren said. "And your directing in general. Your lead actor couldn't cry his way out of a paper bag, by the way."

Rolf's scowl deepened.

"Okay, but," Ike cut in, "why are we running, again?"

"Told you, kid!" Shinon shouted from somewhere behind him.

"New direction," Rolf said, smacking Ike in the arm with a copy of the script. "You and Soren are victims of this ceaseless robo-violence. Go lie down somewhere out of the way and be quiet."

[amielleon]

Delightful.

[wet-noodles.livejournal.com]

"Soren has a white rose. The rose is stained with Ike's blood, sweat and tears. It stands in a glass cabinet suspended by magic on Soren's desk. The nymphs in the snow globe next to it are scared of it."

I think that was the summary

[mizzmarvel.livejournal.com]

The one where Johnny Storm wakes up AND HE HAS WINGS.

[tokki-chan.livejournal.com]

Well, there was that prompt I wrote about Erik being Indiana Jones...