meme sheep-ery

[elspethdixon]

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble or a sketch of any pairing/character (from one of my usual fandoms). Original fic is also allowed--you can toss names, photos, descriptions of personalities at me--with the provision that none of the characters be from any works in progress. In return, those ten people have to post this in their journals, regardless of their ability level.

meme taken from ani_bester
(crossed out the orig fic one because I can't do drabbles for characters I don't know).

Usual fandoms= Avengers, Daredevil, PotC, Three Musketeers, Mag7, bookverse!Bond, DCU toonverse, Tombstone, Watchmen, Lonesome Dove: TOY, and anything else you can think of that I've written or that you know I've read.

Comments

[axolotl-lan.livejournal.com]

Hmm would Peter and Jan be too strange? just the two of them hanging. It's a bit of a stretch but yeah pretty please *gives els wanty lovey you are amazing stare*

because Jan playing dress-up with her teammates never gets old

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

"I can't wear this suit! I think it costs more than my old apartment." Peter held out his arms to display the suit jacket, which, if his old apartment was anywhere near as dire as MJ's stories had painted it, probably did cost more than his monthly rent once had.

It was worth every penny. No man every failed to look goaod in a tuxedo, and since this one had been specifically designed to both flatter Peter's somewhat short and skinny figure and to perfectly match and compliment MJ's dress, Jan would have been extremely disappointed in herself if Peter hadn't looked good enough to eat.

"Think of yourself as a walking advertisement," she advised him. "Like a billboard that reads 'Van Dyne can design mens' formal wear just as well as Armani can,' only less expensive and more subtle."

"Last time I wore a tuxedo to one of these thing, people thought I was with the catering staff and kept handing me their empty glasses and crap the whole night." Peter tugged at the hem of his jacket, doing his level best to ruin the line of the suit and not succeeding.

"Trust me," Jan told him. "You won't have that problem this time."