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[doyle]

Stolen from girlfromsouth:

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.

Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!

Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.

Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.

ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.

Comments

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“You are the Key.” The woman touched long, blue-tinted fingers to Dawn’s face.

For a second Dawn wanted to pull away, and then something shifted; déjà vu, a thousand times stronger than she’d ever felt. “I know you,” she said. “Illyria…”

“In the before-time we were there,” Illyria said, stroking those fingers across her cheek. Dawn shivered. “You lit the darkness lit ten thousand suns, and you were as worshipped as I.”

“What’s going on?” Anya demanded, fading in behind Dawn’s shoulder. “Are you experimenting with lesbianism? I want to experiment with lesbianism.”

“That’s kind of my ghost,” Dawn apologized.

--

Next - Cordelia/Xander, ice

Re: Drabble tag!

[kallysten.livejournal.com]

Eyes wide, throat tight, Xander watches Cordelia. Like the good boyfriend he is, he bought his girl a drink – with money borrowed from Oz, but who cares about such things. She had complained a few times about the heat, so he figured a cold drink was the best way to please her – at least for now. He hadn’t realized she wouldn’t be the only one pleased. Manicured fingers carefully grab a bit of ice out of the glass, the half-melted cube disappears past luscious glossy lips, a look of pure delight on her face… It is indeed hot in here.


--

Angel/Wes/Spike

Re: Drabble tag!

[knotted-rose.livejournal.com]

"No, you place your hand here," Angel said, tugging at Spike's arm, shifting his hand a centimeter.

"Why did I agree to play mystical twister with you again?" Spike asked, looking at Angel from underneath his arm.

"It's the only way to get Wes back."

Spike snorted, but kept quiet after that. Angel needed his boy, their boy, back. They'd tried going it with just the two of them--but Spike wasn't enough for Angel, and eventually, even Spike was willing to admit that Angel wasn't enough either.

So he willed his muscles still and let Angel make them whole again.

Next up: Giles/Ethan

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

:juggles:

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Oops, wrong window... Giles/Ethan to follow in a minute, unless someone beats me to it

Re: Drabble tag!

[circe-tigana.livejournal.com]

you realize of course that's the first btvs i've tried in MONTHS ;)

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

And it's a thing of beauty! I've got one too, so, ooh, splitting the thread it is. :runs to write Oz/Xander:

Re: Drabble tag!

[circe-tigana.livejournal.com]

"You will give her back." There was nothing in his voice but cold determination. No sign of the friendship they once shared. No sign of the years-long rivalry either. Just cold determination and an emptiness around it that made Ethan's eyes widen in surprise.

"Why, Rupert," he drawled, fighting to keep his own tone disinterested. "Don't tell me our little witch isn't the only one meddling with dark magics. I'm surprised at you."

"If you have harmed her--"

Ethan smiled. "I think it's time you and I should have a little chat. We appear to have more to discuss than I had previously imagined."

Next up: Xander&Oz

Re: Drabble tag!

[willshenilshe.livejournal.com]

"I could make us sandwiches," Xander offers sleepily, his fingers tracing patterns over the dip and curve of Oz's naked back.

He can't see in the dark, but he can feel Oz turning quizzically towards him. "That old saying," he explains. "You know. Screw me, roll me over, make me a sandwich?"

"Interesting."

"Yeah. No idea where it comes from."

"Probably? Someone who liked food after sex."

"Yeah." Xander's fingers dip lower. "What do you like after sex?" he asks, almost shy, even after all they've done tonight.

Oz touches his side. He can feel the man's smile. "More sex."

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Love it :) Next pairing?

Re: Drabble tag!

[willshenilshe.livejournal.com]

Next pairing: Xander/Giles :-)

Re: Drabble tag!

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is more Giles&Xander than Giles/Xander.


They both loved Anya, in their own ways.

The first few nights are sleepless as Giles and Xander toss and turn. Contemplate the magnitude of what's happened. Try to push aside the loss, because there's so much that needs to be done.

"Do you think there's a heaven?" Xander asks.

Giles stares at the ceiling. It's past midnight, and he has no reason to believe that heaven isn't a fairy story designed to provide false comfort for those left behind. "Yes."

"Do you think-- ?"

Giles doesn't let Xander finish. "Of course she is."

That's a lie too, and he's sure Xander knows it.

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“I’m surprised you’re not going home for the holidays,” Ethan says slyly, while they’re all listening to records and taking the piss of the carollers outside. “Your manor must be terribly empty without you.”

Deirdre takes a puff of the joint, flicking ash onto the dirty carpet. “Are your lot posh then, Ripper?”

He glares at them, kisses Ethan hard, his mouth still tasting of hash and smoke. Something desperate in it, maybe.

They don’t do niceness or Christmas presents and Ethan can’t say it so he thinks instead, fierce as he can: I won’t let them take you back.

Next: Nina

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[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

If she looked really closely she could still see the blood under her fingernails. Red, dark and impossible to get out. Flexing her hand, she tried to remember what it was like to feel her fingers turning into claws. To feel the muscles stretching and the bones popping. To feel the human part of her being eaten away by the emerging wolf.

“Nina?”

She glanced up to see Angel looking at her in concern.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She smiled as she slid her hands under her thighs, not wanting to see the stains anymore. “Really, Angel, I’m fine.”

Next: Lindsey

Re: Drabble tag!

[flurblewig.livejournal.com]

Eve runs a fingernail slowly down his thigh, and he shivers. He doesn't think he loves her - doesn't think he really knows how - but he sure as hell knows that he likes what she does to him. Likes the way her hands feel on his body, the way his cock slips inside her mouth like it's coming home.

Her lips can stop the frenzied whirring in his brain, at least for a while, and for that he's grateful

He lets out a harsh, rough cry as he comes. Maybe one day, she'll even stop him thinking about Angel.

Next: Spike/Wes

Re: Drabble tag!

[ex-kyrieane267.livejournal.com]

He can’t help the awe and amazement as his lover walks nude in the moonlight. Like silver water flowing over marble ice. And this picture of perfection is there for him. And only him. To soothe him and coddle him. To make him scream in ecstasy and agony. The heat in his shuttered blue eyes contradicts the coolness of his mouth. Perfection slithers up his body, taking him whole.

“Wesley, my very own pet watcher.” That cockney accent softened by passion.

“A watcher who has his very own pet vampire. How odd.” Smiling down at his lover, Wes smiles. Sighs.

next pairing Giles/Oz

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

" What's the matter, bloke," he stresses the last word like an insult.

" Feeling guilty about the bird? No reason, you know."

Spike reaches for the lighter on the bedside table, lights his cigarette and exhales a flume into the darkness. Traces of the smoke float like ghosts through the stream of moonlight creeping in past the curtains.

" She's gone," he goes on.

" And the sooner you come to terms with that, the better. For all of us. Angel's going to need you with him for whatevers coming."

Wes shifts beneath the sheets, feeling very cold. He thinks he has not heard such encouraging words in- ever. Not from his own father...

But when Spike crushes out his cigarette, and leans over to press his lips hard against Wesley's again, the former Watcher feels himself die just a bit more inside.

(damn, you just beat me. -posts anyway-)

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

He knows he shouldn't be doing this. Knows he should be thinking of Willow, of soft red hair and a smile that lights up the room. But he can't help it. He watches Giles's fingers caress the guitar strings and Oz wants them on him. Every note is perfect as it fills the air, and all Oz wants to do is drop to his knees. He shifts slightly, all too aware of the rest of the people in the coffee shop as his cock tries to burst out of his trousers. And Giles continues to sing, oblivious to Oz's need.

Next pairing: Wesley/Connor

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“Can I use your shower?”

Giles stared at the young man on his doorstep. It had been – four years? Five?
“Oz,” he said.

That got him a patient smile. “Hey.” His hair was dark blonde, black at the tips: what Giles had at first taken for gel now appeared to be some kind of demon intestines.

“What… shower, yes.”

Later, as the kettle boiled, Oz flipped quietly through Giles’s LPs. The silence was companiable, far different from the daunting noise-vacuum of an empty house.

“Can you stay?” Giles asked.

Oz nodded thoughtfully. “Have to. Too many of these to borrow.”

Next pairing: Dawn/Xander

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

He rejects Illyria because he can’t bear her looking like Fred, and she leaves him in peace to go and play her computer game. Spike comes back from wherever he was, drunker and happier than he has a right to be. He’s making a lot of noise, and Wesley wonders if he hates Spike. He doesn’t think so – no more than he hates anyone, at least - but it’s complicated, just lately, as if his feelings are out of his reach, trapped behind glass. Touching him, pulling him down onto the bed, that’s simpler. At least it shuts him up.

Next: Wes/Faith

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

He's never told anyone how hard he got when Faith was sitting in his lap. Never admitted how close he was to coming when the glass slid into his skin and cleaved his flesh, how close he was to saying 'yes' when Faith asked him if he wanted her. No one knows but the two of them.

He still doesn't know if he wants to fuck her because of desire or revenge. But when his fingers wrap around his cock in the dead of night and the face he sees is hers, he finds it doesn't really matter either way.

Next: Ethan/Xander

Re: Drabble tag!

[enfaith.livejournal.com]

can i archive at the dawnya site and the illyria site?

what is the title for it?

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Sure! Title is The Face of the Deep.

Also, sooo many plot bunnies from this, because it got me thinking about Illyria and her ability to travel dimensions and 'well, what if she's the one who created the Key?' and on and on...

Re: Drabble tag!

[enfaith.livejournal.com]

ack! don't do this to me.

tease!

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[enfaith.livejournal.com]

and btw, you're not allowed to write such kick ass fics and not update your site.

i'm serious.

if you have them saved on lj i'll update it for you. really.