Stolen from theghettocyborg

[lisacharly]

I will write fic

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[theghettocyborg]

Ratatouille Strychnine, because I so rarely see you work with female characters.

[lisacharly]

"And what do you do with this?" Ratatouille pops the cork in and holds a vial up in front of the girl. Mousy-haired, tired-eyed, skinny and with blue-paint bruises up her arm - stupid enough to get caught in a marriage, too, and God knows that never did fragile beings any good. She's so like a moth, the kind that's drawn to the lamplight until they melt, until the break into a thousand moth pieces of paper-flake moth wings and melt and die. Ratatouille always wonders why, why the rest of them are so easily drawn in

[molotovcoqtiz]

1. Cain.
2. Emma
4. If he found out about her agreeing with Tom.

[zhilbar]

*Grins*

Sinister. Song? King Missile: Detachable (something).

[shadowlongknife]

OH OH OH I PICK BLOW 'EM UP GIRL. THIS IS MY SPECIAL SONG REQUEST FOR WRITINGS ABOUT SPLODEY GIRL.

Er, yes. I have had a lot of caffiene, why do you ask?

I want something from her X-Force era. Preferably post-Liefeldian time, when she's with Sam.

Y'know, I came THISCLOSE to 'shipping her with Creed. Stupid Scott Lobdell.

[ororo_munroe]

Tom. Storm. Future (canon or roleplay -don't care, though I'm greedy for past, present, AND future). Theme: knives or dirt.

[lisacharly]

It's been four months since he's been away from Muir, ten since he was first diagnosed. Three and twenty-four days since he moved in with Ororo, under the now-extended pretense that he just needed a place in the city to stay until he set up something more secure than a motel. And with the promise that should he slip again, she would bring him back to Moira, or if that wasn't possible, not hold back with lethal force

[ororo_munroe]

luvluvluvluvluvluvluv

*hugs fic in glee*

I need a Storm and Tom icon. Must find one now.

[lisacharly]

They're the Best Platonic Dysfunctional Lukewarm Indecisive Messed-Up Friednship OTP Ever.