Drabble meme...

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...because apparently I'm a) reckless b)suicidal and c) unable to resist begging for drabbles, when so many wonderful writers are offering.
So...
The first 10 people who respond to this get to request a snippet/drabble (ca 100 words) from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal and make the same offer. Or not. Or do something else :) The reciprocating part is not compulsory, you know.

As to fandoms...I've only ever written some Highlander before. I think I could probably do something from LOTR, Discworld, StarWars (preferably the older trilogy), House,the Vampire Chronicles,perhaps Firefly, if I try hard and threaten myself with a sharp stick.
And please be patient with me *goes to sharpen sticks*...

Comments

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Snippet # 1

The big room is dark and quiet, only light coming from a tiny holo-vid of a slim Twi’lek female twirling seductively in an intricate dance. An enormous bulk shifts in the darkness, the flickering of the vid reflected in a pair of bulbous eyes. A rubbery tongue sneaks out of the corner of a slit-like mouth as Jabba the Hutt contemplates a potential new purchase.

Jabba rumbles deep in his chest. He knows that most of his fellow hutts consider his obsession with dancing girls – humanoid dancing girls, at that – a major weakness. A weakness in a hutt is a shameful thing, an opening for another to exploit. But Jabba knows better, and therefore does nothing to quell the whisperings behind his back.
Let his enemies think his habit of aquiring and killing those pets a weakness, let it lull them into a false sense of security. Let them fail to notice the power Jabba is slowly aquiring, his relentless ability for squeezing profit out of any venture, his ever-spreading influence that will one day devour them.

For Jabba believes himself in control, not the other way around. True, he never fails to admire the sleek beauty of his new pet, but even from the first, the anticipatory flutter is inside him, hovering, waiting... Waiting for the day when he finds himself looking at the current slave with affection, because that is the day when the rancor will be fed a treat. Affection is an emotion that clouds the brain and therefore stands in the way of profit. It is a weakness and therefore not to be allowed. And what of it if he enjoys the thrill of power coursing through him, when he flips the switch and hears her scream when her limbs scramble uselessly for a purchase? What of it if he savours the brief moment of terror washing over the dancer’s face when the floor gives under her feet? How can an ultimate control over another being – admittedly inferior, but still – be a weakness?

Jabba spares another glance at the holo-vid. He can order the purchase tomorrow.

Snippet # 2

Jabba knew that most other hutts considered other sentient species too inferior to be worthy of notice. At most, they were considered clever enough to serve the majesty of hutts. Jabba, on the other hand, was not so complacently secure in the hutt superiority. He thought it significant that most other species in the Universe were humanoid.
Humanoids intrigued and attracted, aggrieved and repulsed him simultaneously. They were adaptable, mobile and versatile. They were, by and large, intelligent. Also, they could be as admirably ruthless as any hutt. And they were everywhere, like vermin. Deep down , Jabba feared humanoids as much as he was drawn to them. And what Jabba feared, he made use of ... and ultimately destroyed.

[tryfanstone.livejournal.com]

Aw. I really like these - this first one is lovely. I like very much your phrasing - a weakness in a hutt is a shameful thing - and also your understanding. Jabba's guilty human pleasures, and his echoing thoughts of profit and power and control...

This second drabble too is lovely - a very different stance, and a full awareness of hutt as other. Nice perspective change.

Thanks!