so lazy
Because I'm the laziest overachiever ever and need a reason to procrastinate.
Every person on your friends list gets to request a drabble (read drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your journal.
Hmm, fandoms. I think you all know my fandoms. Pretty much Shakespeare, any period movie ever, any history pre-20th-century, LOTR, maybe Firefly? i've been wanting to write something about it... and anything else you want, if I know it.
The Spawn Results
Deadly Sins
Benvolio possessed a certain peace, one that seemed to come naturally, flow through his veins, and dissipate into the air. He was governed by quietness, the way Tybalt was by choler.
The Capulet thought it weakness at times, and yet at times had designs on this strange peace - he would conquer it, draw it out with his lips and his tongue, put his fire in Benvolio’s heart and soothe his own.
Wrath and lust - Tybalt sinned daily, hourly, but perhaps, perversely, his enemy could cleanse him, and the commingling of their temperaments like skin on skin would perfect them both.
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Messy
It wasn’t that Jayne was actually concerned for Kaylee’s well-being or anything. The pinup girls on his walls and his resolution not to get involved with crew members kept him at a distance. Getting into a relationship on a ship - damn, that’d make a good pun somehow! - would just be too messy, like Kaylee’s hair when she emerged from under some mass of wires and metal, and the oil splotches on her face that he always wanted to smear with his thumb.
But it didn’t take a whole gorram ton of concern to realize it wasn’t too brilliant to fall in love with some dandy who used the bullet in your chest as currency to bargain for his own life. Did it? No.
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(Because Jayne totally has nude photos of chicks on his walls. And this was technically a drabble-and-a-quarter... exactly 125 words.)
Every person on your friends list gets to request a drabble (read drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your journal.
Hmm, fandoms. I think you all know my fandoms. Pretty much Shakespeare, any period movie ever, any history pre-20th-century, LOTR, maybe Firefly? i've been wanting to write something about it... and anything else you want, if I know it.
The Spawn Results
Deadly Sins
Benvolio possessed a certain peace, one that seemed to come naturally, flow through his veins, and dissipate into the air. He was governed by quietness, the way Tybalt was by choler.
The Capulet thought it weakness at times, and yet at times had designs on this strange peace - he would conquer it, draw it out with his lips and his tongue, put his fire in Benvolio’s heart and soothe his own.
Wrath and lust - Tybalt sinned daily, hourly, but perhaps, perversely, his enemy could cleanse him, and the commingling of their temperaments like skin on skin would perfect them both.
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Messy
It wasn’t that Jayne was actually concerned for Kaylee’s well-being or anything. The pinup girls on his walls and his resolution not to get involved with crew members kept him at a distance. Getting into a relationship on a ship - damn, that’d make a good pun somehow! - would just be too messy, like Kaylee’s hair when she emerged from under some mass of wires and metal, and the oil splotches on her face that he always wanted to smear with his thumb.
But it didn’t take a whole gorram ton of concern to realize it wasn’t too brilliant to fall in love with some dandy who used the bullet in your chest as currency to bargain for his own life. Did it? No.
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(Because Jayne totally has nude photos of chicks on his walls. And this was technically a drabble-and-a-quarter... exactly 125 words.)