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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!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

His very last coherent thought is of her- his god, his queen. His whole reason for coming to any of this.

He had chosen Fred carefully, and her unflinching bravery, her amazing brain, her heart that she had never really given to him- no, that was reserved for the other. The one who's bullet had ended him.

That last detail notwithstanding, it was for those reasons that he believed she really had been perfect. The most worthy vessel he could have found for Illyria.

He wonders as he slipped under the darkness if she will care, even the smallest bit, that her Qwa'ha Xahn has been taken from her so soon. Or will she, like the girl she wears as a shell, favor his murderer?

There is no thought left to contemplate the answer.

(Wes/Gunn, plz?)

Re: Drabble tag!

[vylit.livejournal.com]

He tells himself it’s not love.

Yeah, they drink together every weekend, and Gunn’s usually at English’s place playing Playstation when he ain’t sleeping. But, when you’re covered in demon goo, got enough cuts and bruises to look like an extra in a Jet Li movie, and you’ve been chasing a demon through the sewers for six hours, there’s not many other people that want to hang out with your stinky ass.

It doesn’t mean anything when Gunn wonders what Wes’ mouth would feel like or misses him like Hell when he’s off with Virginia.

It doesn’t mean anything at all.

~~Tara/Buffy~~

Re: Drabble tag!

[(Anonymous)]

My first drabble attempt. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I couldn't resist joining in. Here goes...

In the early morning room they lie long, and silent as shadows; listening to the distant chirruping, clattering, sounds of the world waking up.

Buffy doesn't want to wake. She screws her eyes shut -- body shut -- tighter, tighter, tightest.

"Ow," Tara says softly. "Human -- still need to b-breathe, remember." And Buffy sighs and relaxes her grip.

Tara's skin suddenly feels so like satin stretched over hard, curving wood; the bed so small and claustrophobic around them. But Buffy wills herself to stillness. This time she will not fight, clawing her way back into life, no this time she will not fight.

She will fade quietly to nothing, like the bruises Spike left on her wrists.

"Please," she whispers, as Tara kisses the palm of her hand, "Please don't forgive me."


Next drabble. Lilah and Kennedy meet up in Hell.

M Phoenix

Lilah and Kennedy meet up in Hell..

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

This wasn’t right. She was a hero, she didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve the heat and the flames and the eternal pain. Kennedy looked around, searching for an answer and yet knew that none would come. After all she had sacrificed all she wanted was one answer, but there was nothing but the sounds of wailing and desolation. She fell to her knees crying, unaware of the person who was walking near her until it spoke.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Lilah’s charred face spit out the words, “There is no heaven, no happy afterlife. It’s the cosmic joke of the universe.”

Oh, I forgot my drabble challenge thingy..

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Gwen/Connor

Re: Oh, I forgot my drabble challenge thingy..

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“Sixty-forty cut. That’s my best offer.”

Connor stubbornly shook his head. “No way. I do half the work, I want half the pay.”

“You’re the muscle, sweetie,” Gwen told him, as nicely as she could. LISA was turned on, so she patted his hand too, but he still looked sulky. “I’m the freak, and I’ve got the brand-name. You’re my back-up guy. Not that that’s not important.”

“Son of two vampires,” he pointed out. “Plus, eighteen years of fake memories. You don’t get the freak-monopoly. Girl Wonder.”

“Not even a hotel on Boardwalk,” she agreed seriously, leaning into his mouth.

Next: Buffy/Spike

Spike/Buffy

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“Do you think about him when you’re with me?’ Spike pulled away from her, unsure of whether it was worth it or not. Was she just playing him like she had with Riley? Did he mean anything to her cold heart? He twisted away from her, as much as the handcuffs that kept him tied to this bed would allow.

She took an excruciatingly long time to answer, seemingly pondering over what to say. Whether to lie to him and hurt him, or tell him the truth and hurt him even more. At last she settled on a half-truth, “Sometimes.”

Next: Trust. Gunn.

Gunn. Trust

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Oh, pretty. Spike n chains should have a warning. ;)



Gunn learned about trust as a little kid. It was always there, staring up at him from Alonna’s eyes. Her trust meant that he was worthly.

Then came the gang and trust was a gift to be given exclusively to those who could guard his back as well as their own. It didn’t matter whose life he saved or who freed him from certain death, everything was about delaying the next burial’s date.

Angel came next and Gunn had learned to trust him too. But something changed in the last years. Gunn wonders when he began doing the back-stabbing himself.


Next: Hyena!Xander

Hyena!Xander

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

It was always there, under the surface. He had tried to hide it all these years, even his friends didn’t know of the other soul that occupied his mind. When it spoke to him, Xander ignored it as well as he could, but there was always the fear that it would awaken. That he would lose himself and go wild, like he had once before. As he surveys Willow’s body lying in an awkward position, covered in the red liquid that fills his nostrils with delight, he knows its too late. There’s nothing he can do to stop it now.

Next: Food Poisoning. Tara.

Tara. Food poisoning.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Tara moaned. So this happened after eating too many chocolate cookies in one night, you felt near-death the next morning and your guilty lover only watched.

“Don’t be silly.” Willow smiled soothingly, holding her hand and patting it quietly.

Tara just glared.

“Okay, they were my cookies.” Willow paused. “For the whole gang. No wonder you got sick.”

“They were too good.” Tara pouted. “I’m never eating chocolate cookies. Ever.”

Willow laughed. “Of course you will. I’ll make them and you won’t resist me.”

Tara groaned, tightening the hand around Willow’s. But she had to admit the redhead was right.



Next: Angelus, Spike

Angelus, Spike

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

The way Harmony’s voice had trembled during their phone call somehow told him that this was not another ‘I broke a nail’ emergency. He had to climb the fifty floors up to the lobby, since the electric had been cut off. One of his sire’s favorite tricks. Finally he reached the right floor, Spike opened the door to find the leftover bodies of a massacre. Walking among the dead, he wondered how he could have found this pleasant at one time. Finding Fred among the fallen, Spike knelt down to feel her pulse. There was none. Angelus was indeed back.

NEXT: Groosalug/Drusilla

Drusilla/Groosalug

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

*purrs* Angelus breaking havoc at W&H, one of my very favourite dreams.


Pretty boy, look at you, broken and yet so pretty. Will I always pick the pieces of their broken toys? My angel didn’t care enough for mommy. Left her all alone to die, I had to go and make her better. I will make you better too, you won’t remember that princess casting you aside.

Pretty boy, pretty doll, you will do for everyone I’ve lost.

Why come back now? If you wanted your cheerleader, there are bad news. She fell too, I wasn’t there to glue her back together. I’m afraid you won’t see her through your new eyes.



Next: 'It's raining cats and dogs'

Re: raining cats and dogs

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

I now officially pronounce my last fic (Faith/Illyria AU) to have been set in the rain!verse. Just for the hell of this drabble.

Leather snakes round basic black and it’s so harsh and bleak but comfort is where you find it so Faith grabs hold. Raining, still raining in this place with so many words for water that they soak into her mind as her hair hangs heavier. Raining, pouring, old man is snoring, raining cats and dogs and no let up not ever and it hurts. Blank blue eyes stare at her with incomprehension and that’s good, because she doesn’t know what she’s doing either. Mechanical movements are taught new tricks and she guides claws and shows them how to soften into caresses.

um, a pairing you say? Mother!Amy and the coach