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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.

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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.