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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]

:loves: Next up?

Re: Drabble tag!

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

*hits forehead* I need more sleep.

Dawn/Spike, dollar bill

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

He lurks at the back of the stage, catches her roughly by the arm as she trots past him on those deadly heels.

“Ow!” she complains, but she doesn’t look surprised when he spins her to face him, and he knows that she saw him out there, danced anyway.

“Your sister know how you’re making money, ‘Bit?”

Dawn rubs her arm, glaring. “Does she know you’re alive?”

Touche.

Makes him furious to see the little girl gone, painted up like a cheap tart and taking off her clothes for dollar bills. But the next night, ashamed, he still comes back.

Next: Buffy/Cordelia

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

She can feel the Slayer's strength in Buffy when she holds her. Can feel the power in the lips as they crush against hers.

It's not Cordelia's fault she's attracted to power. Her mother drummed the mantra into her from an early age. Power means success, success means everything. Find a powerful man and you're set for life.

Only the most powerful person in Sunnydale isn't any man, it's the Slayer. Tall, dark and handsome lost when it met short, blonde and shampoo that smells of apples. Power is Buffy, and Buffy is Cordelia's. Just the way it should be.

Next pairing: Angelus/Wesley

Re: Drabble tag!

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

He holds himself casually, comfortably and Wesley knows. He moves, no, slinks towards him and bursts out quick, “Hi there.”

Wesley looks about him as Angelus throws his arms around him in a mockery of a hug. Whispering, " no. way. out." and snuffling into his shoulder.

"Just you and me Wes. Don’t say you don’t want it. I can smell it on you, drowning out the fear even. Mmmmm. Tasty."

As Wesley tries to move, thinking quickly thinking, what can I use? How can I…

And then there’s an ebbing and a coldness spreading and a darkness falling and it feels so good.

Next pairing: Angel/Angelus

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Angel woke from a drugged sleep. His arms were tied tightly behind his back. He twisted his wrists against the coarse rope, but could not loosen it. It was when he tried to switch into game face and found he couldn’t, that he began to get very worried. Someone had taken his strength, and his vampire abilities and left him in an abandoned warehouse with no means of escape.

A figure walked out from the shadows. Angelus, appearing taller and stronger than he ever had before, “Lucky the Toth Demon owed me a favor. Time to have some fun now.”

Next: Angelus/Dawn

[flurblewig.livejournal.com]

He's a master of pain; knows just how to cut and twist and squeeze. But he also knows that the very best pain of all isn't physical.

The Slayer wanted to keep it all quiet; what they'd done, what he was. Wanted to forget it and hope it would go away. So she hadn't told them the truth.

Dawnie, if you see that guy Angel around, don't talk to him, okay? We - we broke up, and it got kinda nasty.

Angelus grins as the girl walks toward him, smiling. Since when did little sisters do as they were told?

Next: Riley

Riley.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Some night she would be unresponsive, some she would pretend, and others she would mumble Angel’s name inaudibly though he knew the word when it escaped her lips. Riley didn’t know which nights were worse. To have her and not hold her, Spike had said and sadly he was right. Riley couldn’t get anywhere near that secret heart of Buffy’s, it had been buried down deep too long ago. Spike thought Riley got the better of the deal, and for a while Riley pretended to be content to believe that. He wouldn’t pretend any longer though, tonight he was leaving.

Next: Illyria/Xander

Re: Riley.

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“Your vision is damaged,” she said, looking him up and down with contempt. “You can serve no useful purpose. You should be left to die with the old and the weak.”

“Okaaaay,” Xander said. “Here’s the thing, Barbarella. Spike told me about the power-sucking raygun of doom, so right now you’re not the king of this hill yourself. In fact, I’m thinking me and you could throw down.”

“Throw… down?” Illyria quirked her head. “You intrigue me.”

“I get that from a lot of demon girls.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Way ahead of you,” he said, already unbuttoning his shirt.

Next: Buffy/Nina

Buffy/Nina

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Nina scratched her nails down Buffy’s back, they weren’t as long as they would be once the full moon took hold of her, but they drew blood none the less. It was okay, she knew the other girl liked it rough, “He talks about you some times. Calls your name out in bed, but I’m the one he’s sleeping with. Sucks, huh?”

Buffy lifts her lips from off of Nina’s nipples, “Yeah, I heard you made him a vase. Could you have found a lamer present?” She pressed her lips back on her nipples, but bites down this time. Hard.

Next: Connor. College.

Connor. College

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Oh, angry sex over a man that isn't there. *purrs*



Today is the great day. At last he’s going to (Earth) college.

Connor looks around his (cave) room, noticing how the walls seem bare now that there are no (weapons) posters hanging on them.

He checks his trunk for a last time. Makes sure to pack a couple extra (stakes) books and a (sword) Gi-Joe doll he’s guiltily fond of.

The calls from (a man) his father have gotten louder and (a stranger) her mom says that she misses him already.

(Why?) He smiles and (jumps through the portal) leaves the room.

Now (Steven) Connor is ready to (kill) go.



Next: Willow/Oz, light

Willow/Oz, Light.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Very inventive style in that drabble.

Willow sat on the college steps, listening to her boyfriend strum his guitar, the last verse of a song he had been working on. This was the way it should always be. The sun shining on the two of them, the birds doing their little chirp-chirp thing, lots of smiling people passing by. Some stopped to listen to her boyfriend play. Her boyfriend! She never got over that, how someone as special as Oz was could love her back. She had always thought about moments like this during her teen years, what it would feel like, now it was real.

Re: Willow/Oz, Light.

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

(psst, next?)

Re: Willow/Oz, Light.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Aw, that's so sweet. What's your challenge?

NEXT!

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Cause I'm a moron.. heehee.

Next: Angel & Fred

doubledrabble

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

They didn’t understand, but it was important to write on the walls. They didn’t have to work out the world here, carefully and scientifically with lots of room for rough work, because they didn’t see how the world of a person was strung together with little bits of information like how close is the nearest taco store, in distance and in time according to LA traffic? Which team member is least likely to survive an encounter with which demon? What chemical reactions are involved in the lengthening of Angel’s teeth, and does it hurt?

Fred gets tired, working it all out for herself. She needs Angel to lead her away from the walls. Angel thinks he’s trying to lead her away, but he isn’t, he doesn’t know how. Fred knows that if Angel were to kiss her, she could rest her aching brain. Because he would protect her, and save her, and have her close by all the time, and it would all flow from the kiss like the rush of the tides, or like a story hurrying to its conclusion, and the defender of her world wouldn’t be just her, Fred alone with her starved body and her pen.

Next: Virginia

Re: Virginia

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Next one?...

Virginia

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Daddy has always been good to her, at least when it came to money. She had all the major platinum credit cards, and when the bill came she didn’t have to pay for a cent.

There were things Daddy couldn’t give to her however, and she couldn’t seem to push them out of her mind. She wanted a safe life where she didn’t have to hide. She wanted a job of her own so she could pave her own life. She wanted a father who wouldn’t try to sacrifice his daughter. It didn’t seem likely she would get those though.

NEXT: Faith & Angel.