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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: Spike/Dawn, cards

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

"No! I won't do it! I don't care if your stove is broken!"

"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

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

I had to go and look up who that was because I was convinced it was a Harry Potter character.

And now my brain's going the Lee Mercer/Blaise Zabini route.

Lee Mercer

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

There should definitely have been a memo, random mind reading or not. It encroached upon his private life and his freedom, not to mention after it was over he would most likely be dead. Wolfram and Hart did not accept betrayers, especially those who were taking good clients to a rival law firm. Klein and Gabler had offered him more money though.

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.

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

Doyle snarled and struck out with skin-needles, but they weren't near enough to be scratched, and no amount of demonic behaviour could make them forget what he was. Half-breed. Abomination. Son of a human.

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

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Willow cursed her rash stupidity. She’d gotten into a squabble with Xander at the Bronze and had run out into the night alone. She could barely remember what the fight had been about now as a half-dozen vampires surrounded her.

“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.