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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.
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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Faith/Giles (dark)
on 2004-06-20 06:57 pm (UTC)Afterwards, she looks at him like this was exactly what she’d expected from him.
He closes her eyes with kisses as he pumps into her again.
He never sees her while they’re fucking, though. She laughs saying that he’s a sick bastard. Wolf under the wool. She bites his nipple and tongues his navel. Still waiting for Little Red and Goldilocks?
Shut up and suck it off, he orders, pressing her head against his thigh. Wicked witch, seeking me for a little fun. Having fun now? he asks cruelly as he drives semen-coated fingers into her mouth.
She only laughs.
Next: Dawn/Spike, cards
Spike/Dawn, cards
on 2004-06-20 07:19 pm (UTC)“Can we focus here?” Spike asked. How Dawn had roped him into helping her study, he would never know. It had probably been because she looked so delectable when she had pouted and said please. He held up the next flashcard and asked the question, “Get this one right and I’ll give you a kiss.”
Best incentive she ever heard.
Next: Urban Legends. Andrew.
Re: Spike/Dawn, cards
on 2004-06-20 07:31 pm (UTC)"Shut up and make my coffee, bitch," Warren drawled. An intense, scowly (kinda sexy) drawl that meant Andrew was going to have to face one of his greatest fears or Regret the Consequences.
Again.
"Okay." Andrew peered fearfully into the microwave. "If I take the water out and stir it carefully every few seconds, it probably won’t explode and make our faces all cratered with flying metals like in the last Bond film. But I'm not sure."
One look at Warren’s face and Andrew poured the water.
Next: Lee Mercer
Re: Spike/Dawn, cards
on 2004-06-21 05:33 am (UTC)And now my brain's going the Lee Mercer/Blaise Zabini route.
Lee Mercer
on 2004-06-21 07:45 am (UTC)Success was unreachable within this company, there was no future for him there. As he saw the gun being pulled out, and felt the sting of its bullet he realized there was no future for him any where.
Next: Doyle. Demons.
Doyle. Demons.
on 2004-06-21 09:09 am (UTC)He brazened it out, because really, there wasn’t much else he could do.
"Right. Any reason I amn't dead yet?"
One spoke, visibly twitching in distaste as he approached Doyle.
"Our Master has directed that you be spared, so that you may teach us of Angel. We must destroy him."
As more demons stepped up, Doyle wondered frantically if torture was as bad as it sounded.
Next: Angel/Willow
Angel/Willow
on 2004-06-21 10:55 am (UTC)“You’ll make wonderful Slayer bait.”
She pushed away and started running, wondering why she hadn’t brought a stake with her.
The tallest one was right behind her, but just as he was about to pounce someone stepped from the shadows and tackled him. Willow was surprised when she turned to see Angel, fighting to protect her, her own personal hero.
NEXT: Connor. The First.
Dawn/Spike, cards
on 2004-06-20 07:36 pm (UTC)Dawn smirks. “Go fish.”
He grumbles, but draws the card. His grin isn’t quite innocent enough when he proclaims, “Ha! Got what I wanted!”
She studied him critically. “You’re cheating.”
“Would I do that to you?”
“In a heartbeat. If you had one.” She gathers up all the cards. “If you’re going to cheat, at least play something worth cheating at.”
“Like?”
“Poker.”
It was his turn to study her. “You play poker?”
She gave the cards a shuffle. “Only strip. And I cheat really well . . .”
Dang it!!
on 2004-06-20 07:41 pm (UTC)Spike/Fred
on 2004-06-21 08:26 am (UTC)Fred took her protective eyewear and lab coat off, and tried to turn away. She couldn’t face him. Not when she knew that her inadequate brain would never find the answer they were searching for. After a moment of silence she whispered, “I just want to be able to touch you, hold you. I love you, and I can’t even touch you.”
NEXT: Angelus, laughter.
Angelus, laughter
on 2004-06-21 09:42 am (UTC)Angelus caressed her blonde hair as he watched Destiny change. Blood ran, quickly building a small bridge between his arm and her lips.
He closed her eyes reverently, not bothered by his own softness, and remembered her last word. “Why?”
Angelus had laughed, let her feel it against her neck. “A fairytale gone wrong,” he had whispered, licking the skin. “But ever-afters still win.” Next he bit down and held her until she fell against him.
Re: Angelus, laughter
on 2004-06-21 10:07 am (UTC)Re: Angelus, laughter
on 2004-06-21 10:24 am (UTC)what story? um, this is probably wrong
on 2004-06-22 01:06 pm (UTC)She notices him staring somewher, elsewhere. “Oz?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you looking at?”
“Bag.” Oz gestures towards something offscreen. “It’s cool.”
“Huh, okay.”
“Come on,” he says and wraps an arm around his girl. “We’ll be late for class.”
Re: what story? um, this is probably wrong
on 2004-06-22 01:18 pm (UTC)Re: what story? um, this is probably wrong
on 2004-06-22 03:47 pm (UTC)Also, what story? WHAT story?! Sorry, I get sensitive about my favs. dark fic (http://www.eterniata.com/plasticbag.html) and while you're at it read Our House (http://www.eterniata.com/p_authors.html) too. ;)
Re: what story? um, this is probably wrong
on 2004-06-23 03:52 am (UTC)um...
ummmmmmm
Oz/inanimate object take two: pencils