anybody got a loose plotbunny?

[rabidsamfan]

Ages long ago I started to try to drabble for thirty fandoms. I didn't get that far, but I'm thinking of going back to it. I need the mental exercise.

I just can't think of which fandoms to try, at least not this late at night. Any suggestions?

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[serai1.livejournal.com]

Do you have to pick one off a list, or can it be any fandom?

I'd say Dickens. You can't lose with the classics. ;)

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Y'all make suggestions and if I know the fandom I'll see what I can do.

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

Jane Eyre, The Scarlet Pimpernel.

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

The Scarlet Pimpernel? Brilliant idea. Robin Hood?

Just reread those drabbles from 2005. Oh my, are they good.

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

Oh - and while we're mentioning the Brontë-Sisters - how about Wuthering Heights? Oh - and would you perhaps like to try The Brother Cadfael Mysteries?

[siouxieq.livejournal.com]

What about

New Doctor Who (or Torchwood if you watch it)

Sherlock Holmes

Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot

and I definitely second Cadfael

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

You may certainly have any plotbunny here, and may transfer them between fandoms if you like.

As for fandoms... hrmn. Shakespeare plays? Those can be fun to expand upon.

[belleferret.livejournal.com]

Mister Smith in Jeremiah.

--Belle of the one-track mind

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

I can't remember which fandoms you're into but if you like SG1 I'd be happy to read it. :) I have several bunnies but never get around to actually put much down.

[dreamflower]

I'll add my voice to the chorus calling for Cadfael--and--are you familiar with Randall Garret's Lord D'arcy? Or Katherine Kurtz's Deryni?

Though it may be days before I get to know--I'm at an internet cafe right now. Power and cable still out at home.

[gardnerhill.livejournal.com]

Messing About

Winter days on the River were best for nothing.

During a late lie-in the Mole said sleepily, "Ratty, d'you suppose others are like us?"

Rat stroked Mole's dense back-fur and thought of the poems he'd written about them. "I'm sure we're the only ones, Moly."

***

Badger cursed, and picked up the portrait that had tipped over during his search for his spectacles on the night-stand. He gazed at the image, a reminiscent smile on his sharp old face.

Toad could be tiresome, but his generosity was wholehearted; he'd graciously allowed Badger to keep this picture of the elder Mr. Toad.