Drabble Meme

Pick a Lydia, I'll write you a fic/drabble. I don't promise to get them all done really quick, but I will get them all done. :-D If you write more than one character, let me know which you want with her for that drabble. :-)

1. Playful!Lydia - for slowlyburn
2. Murderous!Lydia
3. Flailing!Lydia
4. Incarcerated!Lydia - for doc_suresh
5. Deviant!Lydia - for keep_them_safe
6. Ill!Lydia
7. Intoxicated!Lydia - for snarky_blonde
8. Wildly Inappropriate!Lydia - for im_exhibita
9. Eloquent!Lydia
10. Cooking!Lydia - for notacompanyman
11. Over-protective!Lydia - for powered_otaku
12. Wanker!Lydia
13. Silly!Lydia
14. Romantic!Lydia - for right_handman
15. Silent-Treatment!Lydia
16. Bedtime!Lydia - for offering_hope
17. Jealous!Lydia - For Samuel, requested by humanmapquest
18. Inquisitive!Lydia - for coed_claire
19. Confused!Lydia - for shades_of_sylar
20. Sexy!Lydia
21. Angry!Lydia - for heroslayer
22. Dorky!Lydia
23. Working!Lydia - for coed_claire
24. Needs-a-Hug!Lydia - for right_handman
25. Choose-your-own!Lydia

From everyone - Seems accurate enough

You Are Alice

You are curious, brave, and inquisitive. You can't help but be interested in the world around you. You are a bit of a loner and a total daydreamer. Your inner world is very colorful and vivid. At times, your real life seems dull and completely unbearable. You wish you could escape to a whole other world. While you have a wild spirit, you are quite gentle and polite. You tend to observe more than act - and you tread lightly.

What Alice in Wonderland Character Are You?

Blogthings: A Fine Line Between Insight and Stupidity

Playful!Lydia for slowlyburn

"Come on," Lydia said, watching her daughter as she was bent over a notebook, scowling. The homeschooling program of the children of the carnival was very loose, but there was some of it, and Amanda working with the teachers had been one condition of Lydia finally giving up fighting Samuel on her staying.

Amanda had not been exactly amused, but with Samuel and Lydia in agreement, there was really very little anyone would do to defy them. Even the teenager caught on to that, pretty fast.

"I have homework," she said now, not looking up, something of her resentment over school showing in a reverse determination to irritate Lydia.

Lydia just smiled. "It will wait. Come on."

Amanda looked up for a moment, then shrugged and shut her notebook, falling in to step beside her. Lydia paused just once, to get them both cotton candy, which made Amanda give her a suspicious look. "What's going on?"

"We're going in to town," Lydia said, ripping a piece of the spun sugar off. "I figured we could use the energy for the walk."

"And pure sugar was your idea?" Amanda still looked skeptical. "That's not very mom-like."

"It's not a day to be mom-like," Lydia said, glancing up at the sun in the sky, and flashing her daughter a mischievous smile.

"No?" Amanda asked, finally starting to smile.

"No."

"Did you tell Samuel where we were going?" Amanda asked, glancing back at the carnival.

"Nope," Lydia said.

"So we're both basically playing hooky."

"Yep." Lydia grinned. "It's a time honored tradition in the family. Or, well, it was for me."

"Aunt Carol..."

"...Never skipped a day of class and really disapproved when I did."

"But she's not here."

"Nope."

"And Samuel doesn't know we're gone...."

"Nope." He probably wouldn't have cared that they were leaving, honestly--but it was more fun to sneak off.

Amanda's smile grew. "What are we going to do, then?"

Lydia took another bite of the cotton candy, letting it melt on her tongue, turning it blue, then flashed her daughter a smile. "Anything we want." She glanced down the hill toward the town in the valley, then shot Amanda a challenging look. "Race you."

She heard the slight shout of protest as she took off, that she was being unfair, but she could hear her daughter's footsteps coming fast behind her, and the catch of her breath on a laugh, and she let herself laugh as well as they ran down the hill, trying not to slip and fall, and making their way to a few hours stolen freedom, together.

Jealous!Lydia - Lydia/Samuel - at humanmapquest's request

"Don't worry, you'll meet her soon enough."

Worry wasn't really the primary emotion running through Lydia's veins as she watched the blond woman enter the carnival. It was something darker, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. The intensity of it took her by surprise, fingers curling into a fist, fingernails biting into her palms until they bled. The sketch had been good, but the woman was older now, though the softer colored lights of the carnival were as flattering to her as to anyone. But it was the look in her eyes that set Lydia's teeth on edge, looking around as if there were something wrong with their home, something beneath her about them all.

Pushing her hair back behind her ear, Lydia trailed along behind them, gaze assessing, taking apart each little piece of the other woman with a look, and still not seeing what the appeal was.

...Her steps faltered a bit, though, as she realized what she was doing, and she came to a stop, staring after the retreating figures.

"Who's that?" Amanda asked, coming up beside her.

"Samuel's brought her here," Lydia said, trying to ignore the painful twist inside of her stomach.

"Why?"

The words were simple ones, really, or should have been. She'd read it in his eyes, as the cold certainty that she could see him dead had settled in her stomach. But why? For Joseph? For Edgar? For the family? Was he truly a threat, or just grasping power he'd been denied all his life? When she'd told him his secret was safe with her, she'd still believed he could be something more. Part of her knew she was right. You didn't look into a man's soul as often as she had his without knowing him. But she could still deceive herself, it seemed.

"Mom? Why is she here? Who is she?"

The words came, from some hollow pit she couldn't quite feel from. "He loves her."

"Her?" She could feel Amanda's shock like some dim echo, recognizing that emotion if she was only starting to put a name to hers. "But I thought..."

"You were wrong." Lydia's voice came softly, but it felt like each word was a slice of a knife.

She felt the cut of the realization that had been growing for a while, now, and with it the sting of tears that burned off in the wave of something darker, something that must have shown on her face.

"Mom...?" The worry was easy enough to feel, as well, as she let herself focus on the emotions around her instead of her own. Maybe she couldn't name the feeling pressing down and choking her without admitting things she'd no intention of saying aloud, but she could recognize the secondary emotion it sparked welling up in a red wave.

"Samuel's going to be busy for a little while," she said quietly, breathing in the familiar scents of popcorn and caramel and fried delights around them. "I think it's time we had a family meeting."

Turning away from the sight of the couple lingering at the door of Samuel's trailer, she swung around and moved toward the family's gathering area. Apparently there were limits to her loyalty, after all.

Needs-a-Hug!Lydia for right_handman

Things shouldn't have been this confusing, this turned around, but they were. The tattoo on her arm wasn't going away, wasn't fading, was still twisting back and forth when she looked at it--the image of her daughter's face, surrounded by flames. That she'd spoken to her hadn't changed things, hadn't made it fade, not yet, and the aching yearning Lydia thought she'd set aside years before was back with a vengeance. Every contact she had with Amanda made her want to see her, want to hold her more. She had to deny it for Samuel, brush it off, tell him it wasn't important, that she wasn't yearning for Amanda, that she meant nothing, but every day hurt more.

For a few days the trapped feeling had been growing. Her relationship--such as it was--with Sylar demanded a lot of her emotional resources. He was so broken, so torn, and she wasn't as used to sharing her space, especially given it hadn't been her idea. He was sweet, he needed help, he wasn't a hardship, but...but...she couldn't tell him about her fears, about Amanda, about the empty space inside of her that didn't seem like it would ever be filled. He had enough of his own.

Edgar had been so upset--was so upset--about Sylar's place in her life and her trailer, especially given that she was doing it at Samuel's instigation, that they hadn't spoken like they used to. He didn't stop by just to hang out, didn't seek her out, but she felt his eyes on her when she passed, felt his hurt, the betrayal she hadn't intended.

With a sigh, she took the first step, moving slowly across the carnival to his trailer, knocking lightly on his door. When he opened it, he just stared at her, not saying anything, and Lydia swallowed back the urge to just turn and run back to her own. She bit her lower lip, stepping up one step, looking up at her. He backed up to let her in, though he didn't say anything. Lydia moved in, not sure she could find the words, feeling a lump in her throat catching at tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to try and say something, but nothing came.

It seemed to be enough, though, and she wasn't sure which one of them moved first, but she was in his arms, being held tight, as she buried her face in his chest. Then words weren't needed, and the world seemed to shift and right itself, and for the first time in weeks, she felt safe.

The Kink Meme - From around

( What's your kink? )

Wildly!Inappropriate!Lydia for im_exhibita (Noah/Lydia)

Lydia hated the dogs. It was a visceral sort of reaction, and took her by surprise, given she'd always liked animals before. Or maybe she just disliked their owners that intensely. She tried to push that aside, though. She knew enough of what Sandra's life must have been, given the lies Noah lived within, to surely not begrudge the woman her joy in a dog. Except for the fact that she had children and Lyle, at least, seemed like he could have benefited from a great deal more attention.

Not that she was someone to give mothering advice, she supposed, but she hadn't chosen a dog over Amanda.

The children she was ruminating over had escaped the tension filled room, off to a movie, and Lydia wished, desperately, she'd gone with them rather than playing adult with the grown ups. She wasn't going to contemplate that she was closer to the ages of those who'd fled than those she was sitting with, making strained conversation, but as Doug cooed something else to his little Princess -- for fuck's sake, it was a dog -- Lydia closed her eyes briefly and prayed for strength to anyone or anything listening. She'd taken a serial killer to bed and stroked the ego of a megalomaniac for years. She could deal with dog-obsessed non-specials.

( Maybe. )