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One of the prompts at the most recent round of the Ladies Trope Fest was Community, Shirley and Britta and Annie, werewolves and vampires.
This is an unfinished fill that I wanted to share anyway. Proceed with caution!
"I know that society's insistence that women remove all hair from their bodies so that they look more like little girls is a disgusting, sexist imposition placed on us by men, but this… is a bit more than I ever expected to have to deal with."
Britta seems to have become a werewolf. She's not really sure what to make of it herself yet, but it's one of those weird freaky afternoons where the moon is out and full and now all she really wants to do is to go running through the woods and gnaw on some good-sized bones.
Shirley's at the far end of the row of sinks, poking anxiously at the new fangs in her mouth. Oh yeah, Shirley and Annie are vampires. There'd been kind of a moment there when Leonard had walked in with bloody bits of tissue paper stuck to his face after a not-so-smooth morning shave and they'd lunged for him.
Halloween was a few weeks ago and Britta really wants to know what was in the punch.
"No no no no, this isn't nice at all," Shirley says.
"I don't know," says Annie, who's actually… wait, is she practicing how to pout around vampire fangs?
Britta drops her own crisis. Her friend needs her way more.
"Annie, don't go dark side on us, it's never worth it," she says. Shirley seems to get with the program too, looking concerned. "You're not getting cravings for blood, are you?" she says.
"What? No, of course not," Annie says, but her body language and tone are stilted and she's reaching up to play with her hair.
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This is an unfinished fill that I wanted to share anyway. Proceed with caution!
"I know that society's insistence that women remove all hair from their bodies so that they look more like little girls is a disgusting, sexist imposition placed on us by men, but this… is a bit more than I ever expected to have to deal with."
Britta seems to have become a werewolf. She's not really sure what to make of it herself yet, but it's one of those weird freaky afternoons where the moon is out and full and now all she really wants to do is to go running through the woods and gnaw on some good-sized bones.
Shirley's at the far end of the row of sinks, poking anxiously at the new fangs in her mouth. Oh yeah, Shirley and Annie are vampires. There'd been kind of a moment there when Leonard had walked in with bloody bits of tissue paper stuck to his face after a not-so-smooth morning shave and they'd lunged for him.
Halloween was a few weeks ago and Britta really wants to know what was in the punch.
"No no no no, this isn't nice at all," Shirley says.
"I don't know," says Annie, who's actually… wait, is she practicing how to pout around vampire fangs?
Britta drops her own crisis. Her friend needs her way more.
"Annie, don't go dark side on us, it's never worth it," she says. Shirley seems to get with the program too, looking concerned. "You're not getting cravings for blood, are you?" she says.
"What? No, of course not," Annie says, but her body language and tone are stilted and she's reaching up to play with her hair.
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