Brain-Hurting 'ships
Jan. 19th, 2005 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valmoraI stumbled across this thing called "The Brain-Hurting Fanfic Pairer" and decided to play with it.
Out of the fifteen pairings it gave me, the two characters I recognized, total (they weren't paired with each other), were Mogget and Pollution.
So I wrote a Pollution/Mogget drabble. They're horribly out of character, since I haven't read "Sabriel" in, well, YEARS, and Pollution is always gonna be out of character because I think he actually only says about three things in all of GO.
But it was a fun exercise anyway.
Xover between GO, vaguely, and Garth Nix's Sabriel, which is an awesome book if you ever have a chance to read it.
Cats get around, even things that look like cats but really aren’t.
Mogget is wandering through another world while Sabriel is gone from the Abhorsen’s House, pleased to be there and reminded, faintly, of Ancelstierre. It has cars, and guns of course, but there is no magic except for that of his body (curse it, curse this weak feline form).
He is picked up by strange hands, but when he tries to claw at them, he misses, his claws slipping on grease and something that feels like motor oil.
“What have we here?” sing-songs a voice like dysentery multiplying in a well. “Little visitor, little Charter-bound creature,” and Mogget knows, suddenly.
He has had centuries of exploring to get to know this one.
“Hello, Pollution,” he says wearily, as one sick-pale hand plays with the bell around his neck.
“Hello, Mogget,” Pollution answers, and coughs up radioactive phlegm before throwing it on the asphalt and wiping his hand on his pants. “Still trapped, I see.”
“Not if you let me go,” Mogget responds wearily, tiring of the age-old game.
“I might,” Pollution answers thoughtfully, a deviation from their old routine. “I have missed you. Missed your biting, acerbic wit, of course,” he adds, then, unable to help himself, “and sex with Charter-beings is always, mm, delightfully dirty.”
“Take it up with the Abhorsen,” Mogget says, and thinks, Exes. I’m so glad cats don’t bother with all that.
Out of the fifteen pairings it gave me, the two characters I recognized, total (they weren't paired with each other), were Mogget and Pollution.
So I wrote a Pollution/Mogget drabble. They're horribly out of character, since I haven't read "Sabriel" in, well, YEARS, and Pollution is always gonna be out of character because I think he actually only says about three things in all of GO.
But it was a fun exercise anyway.
Xover between GO, vaguely, and Garth Nix's Sabriel, which is an awesome book if you ever have a chance to read it.
Cats get around, even things that look like cats but really aren’t.
Mogget is wandering through another world while Sabriel is gone from the Abhorsen’s House, pleased to be there and reminded, faintly, of Ancelstierre. It has cars, and guns of course, but there is no magic except for that of his body (curse it, curse this weak feline form).
He is picked up by strange hands, but when he tries to claw at them, he misses, his claws slipping on grease and something that feels like motor oil.
“What have we here?” sing-songs a voice like dysentery multiplying in a well. “Little visitor, little Charter-bound creature,” and Mogget knows, suddenly.
He has had centuries of exploring to get to know this one.
“Hello, Pollution,” he says wearily, as one sick-pale hand plays with the bell around his neck.
“Hello, Mogget,” Pollution answers, and coughs up radioactive phlegm before throwing it on the asphalt and wiping his hand on his pants. “Still trapped, I see.”
“Not if you let me go,” Mogget responds wearily, tiring of the age-old game.
“I might,” Pollution answers thoughtfully, a deviation from their old routine. “I have missed you. Missed your biting, acerbic wit, of course,” he adds, then, unable to help himself, “and sex with Charter-beings is always, mm, delightfully dirty.”
“Take it up with the Abhorsen,” Mogget says, and thinks, Exes. I’m so glad cats don’t bother with all that.
