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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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Dawn. Spike. Labyrinth

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Ouch. You're evil. *chuckles* I've never watched that movie, sorry.

He should've guessed when Dawn found that damned book. But Spike hadn't actually seen it until much later; chained at Glory's mercy he understood how inhuman the goddess was.

That was when the thought struck.

Created by monks, she wasn't more than a Galathea, was she? Imitation of life and... just what could he do to her?

He finds her at home, watching one of those movies she used to watch with her mom. Labyrinth tonight. She smiles trustingly and he pats her head, just a bit more forcefully. He is already planning his next step when the pain hits.



Next: pre-series, your pick.

Pike, Buffy movie

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

Pike has always been a punk. He likes being a punk. Skipping school, getting stoned, harassing rich girls like Buffy Summers… he loves that shit. He loves his life.

For a while, it was different. A guy in a creepy trenchcoat saved Pike’s life and asked him to fight demons. That rich bitch Buffy turned out to be a superhero and actually kinda nice. Even weirder, Pike got used to helping her, to being responsible. He almost liked it.

When Buffy moved away, Pike went back to being a punk. He climbed on his bike and left his stake behind.


The First Slayer

The First Slayer

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

She looks everything around her with new eyes. There’s no room for fear, no place for doubt.

She has skills others only dream of, is connected to Earth and Magic and Spirit, a holy trinity that keeps her apart from those at her side.

Hunting is no longer done for food or clothes, not to protect, not to save those beneath her. She hunts because it’s duty and duty dictates everything she can be. She cannot be a girl, her gender is only a label which was discarded somewhere.

She has stopped being ‘she’ and has become it. THE Slayer.



Next: Mayor, photo album

Re: Mayor, photo album

[firstgold.livejournal.com]

He sits beside the bed, holding a papery and wrinkled hand. It is silent; there are no more curses directed his way, and she looks peaceful. He turns the pages of the photo album, remembering her on their wedding day.

Time stopped when he saw her walking down the aisles. She lived her life for him, yet he stood by as Father Time turned her hair grey and dulled the sparkle in her eyes. He began to regret loving something so fragile.

All he has left is a book of photographs, and the shell of the woman he once loved.


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Next: Lawson

Lawson

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

Ashes, all he can taste is ashes as the blood washes over his tongue. Joy, locked in another room, is drowned out by horror, and all he can feel is numb disbelief as he drains this one and rips into the next. He wanders, and checks in, a hook, a lifebuoy in his career. Career, racing wildly, tearing into everything and feeling nothing. Angel was his solid place, his familiar drunk in the street; punished and rightly so. But this is not familiar and this is not right. This is not fair. It’s time to go say hi to daddy.

Next: um, Drogan/Angel 1920's

The First Slayer

[firstgold.livejournal.com]

She crouches in the cave, hiding from the three men that have been hunting her. She does not understand why she was chosen.

She wants nothing to do with battle cries or eternity. She wants no part of the dance that will see others like her fall to the darkness. She is only a girl, who wishes to live in the sun. Death is not her gift. For one moment, she believes she will, as she watches the men leave. Weary from the chase, she closes her eyes for a moment.

She wakes up, lusting for blood and the dance.

Re: The First Slayer

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Next one?

Re: The First Slayer

[firstgold.livejournal.com]

My bad:

Drusilla and Harmony