For The Love of Joss
because i still need to find pics for my last set of lists, and because the next part of "a tale of two tylers" isn't quite ready to go, and because i'm only halfway done with my next batch of icons (in which there is so much doctor who love, it's a little ridiculous), it seemed as good a time as any to post more ficlets, and some very random whedonland graphics.
Title: Shiny New Australia
Fandom: Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Characters: Dr. H, Moist
A/N: This is an older fic (which some may remember), but I want to post it here for posterity. : ) It's dedicated to anyone who ever thought the lyric "shiny new Australia" in "Brand New Day" was referring to a car (*cough*). I ran with that idea.
"Moist...Really? Again?" Dr. Horrible complained. The white plush seats of his vintage '87 van were slowly being permeated by sweat, or liquid, or something disgusting and staining and dark.
"I can't really help it. I mean, it's my power. Sorry, though," his evil-moisture-buddy flustered, in a slightly gravelly voice. "Besides, do you think it might be time to give up the car?"
"The Horrible-mile-o-bile? But I got this when I was first coming up with my disguise and villain name, back when I was just a weird kid in a lab coat looking for a PhD in something cool and toying with the idea of a water-beam ray- which," he glanced at his friend, "is totally unnecessary now. Unless you think it would help get out that stain...?"
"You could use a girlfriend here," Moist said. "I think they know this stuff. I could always ask Conflict Diamond to fix you up with someone..."
Dr. Horrible shot him a dark look.
"...or I could really, really not."
The ELE member sighed. "Thanks."
"Are you ever going to get over P-"
"Don't say her name." the Doctor said, and enhanced the order this with the sound of the transmission revving into gear. As the car pulled out of the driveway, his friend could only hope to change the subject.
"Fine. But you could still use some new wheels. Have you seen what those new Toyota Australias look-"
The crash of one white Horrible-mile-o-bile smashing into a large number of garbage cans and recycling bins could be heard all the way up the block.
Title: One Scottish Evening
Fandom: BTVS
Ships: Spuffy
A/N: Set in season 8; the whedonland challenge was "are you there?" I'm not uber-thrilled with my results, but, you know, it's cute and shippy.
“Are you there?”
The question infused the room like cigarette smoke (and how she missed that smell!), leaving a hint of something distasteful and certainly something impermanent soaking into the old stone walls. Still, it wasn’t the Scotland air sending a chill up her spine.
That, that was it, she was sure she heard a sigh on the end of the line. And it wasn’t her imagination this time, or her memory, or any other trick. Andrew had intel, real solid intel. She wanted to hug that kid, hug everyone, she could barely believe.
“I’ve always been here, pet. Always.”
and now for graphics! i'm posting anything mildly useful at visualthinker11 , but these were just fun.
...i realized after i submitted the poster that i should've added some accusation of communism to the list. any threat to capitalism would not suit anya, and i'm sure she could find bunnies at fault! : )
<----- this being my idea of the ultimate buffy badart...
and a few mock-motivational posters:
...and that's probably enough for one post, huh?
Title: Shiny New Australia
Fandom: Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Characters: Dr. H, Moist
A/N: This is an older fic (which some may remember), but I want to post it here for posterity. : ) It's dedicated to anyone who ever thought the lyric "shiny new Australia" in "Brand New Day" was referring to a car (*cough*). I ran with that idea.
"Moist...Really? Again?" Dr. Horrible complained. The white plush seats of his vintage '87 van were slowly being permeated by sweat, or liquid, or something disgusting and staining and dark.
"I can't really help it. I mean, it's my power. Sorry, though," his evil-moisture-buddy flustered, in a slightly gravelly voice. "Besides, do you think it might be time to give up the car?"
"The Horrible-mile-o-bile? But I got this when I was first coming up with my disguise and villain name, back when I was just a weird kid in a lab coat looking for a PhD in something cool and toying with the idea of a water-beam ray- which," he glanced at his friend, "is totally unnecessary now. Unless you think it would help get out that stain...?"
"You could use a girlfriend here," Moist said. "I think they know this stuff. I could always ask Conflict Diamond to fix you up with someone..."
Dr. Horrible shot him a dark look.
"...or I could really, really not."
The ELE member sighed. "Thanks."
"Are you ever going to get over P-"
"Don't say her name." the Doctor said, and enhanced the order this with the sound of the transmission revving into gear. As the car pulled out of the driveway, his friend could only hope to change the subject.
"Fine. But you could still use some new wheels. Have you seen what those new Toyota Australias look-"
The crash of one white Horrible-mile-o-bile smashing into a large number of garbage cans and recycling bins could be heard all the way up the block.
Title: One Scottish Evening
Fandom: BTVS
Ships: Spuffy
A/N: Set in season 8; the whedonland challenge was "are you there?" I'm not uber-thrilled with my results, but, you know, it's cute and shippy.
“Are you there?”
The question infused the room like cigarette smoke (and how she missed that smell!), leaving a hint of something distasteful and certainly something impermanent soaking into the old stone walls. Still, it wasn’t the Scotland air sending a chill up her spine.
That, that was it, she was sure she heard a sigh on the end of the line. And it wasn’t her imagination this time, or her memory, or any other trick. Andrew had intel, real solid intel. She wanted to hug that kid, hug everyone, she could barely believe.
“I’ve always been here, pet. Always.”
and now for graphics! i'm posting anything mildly useful at visualthinker11 , but these were just fun.
...i realized after i submitted the poster that i should've added some accusation of communism to the list. any threat to capitalism would not suit anya, and i'm sure she could find bunnies at fault! : )
<----- this being my idea of the ultimate buffy badart...
and a few mock-motivational posters:
...and that's probably enough for one post, huh?