Keep my mind off me when I need a break from physics homework via reciprocal!crack:
Name a character or pairing and a prompt, and I'll write you a one sentence fic*. I'll do as many as I get, and yeah, you can get in line again once I've finished one for you.
Fandoms I'll write: BtVS/AtS, yeahokayiguessFirefly, Popular (but I'm not shipping Mary
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I don't know if you'll do this but I'd be intrigued to read...
Wes/Illyria/Faith - Jealousy
Also, I must tell you that your journal layout is just soo pretty! Where does your banner picture come from? Love the background as well. Blue is my favorite color. This is one of the prettiest layouts I've seen -- ever.
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These shells of women, he wants something from them he cannot have. He is jealous for it, feels the envy burning at him constantly, that they get to live with his precious jewel burning in their veins, in their every movement, or in their memory.
It’s living hell to watch Illyria constantly, her mockery movements and - worse - the face, the body, the moments when she’s almost Fred, but the only thing that would be worse would be knowing that she was somewhere else not with him.
And Faith, she’s a goddamn open wound to have in the world, but she’d be a shot in the heart to have dead, an even bigger failure if his Slayer - Is she still his Slayer? The definitions of himself, of everyone are lost now. Is he truly Wesley now, Illyria asked, and he didn’t know what to say. - lay dead somewhere.
These shells of women, he wants something from them he cannot have. A piece of himself, a piece of someone else, long dead.
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Also, I must tell you that your journal layout is just soo pretty! Where does your banner picture come from? ( ... )
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And thanks for the info on the banner image. I'll have to check that movie out.
So glad I got to make your day! :)
(Oh and by the way, I've written your request...but it came out very differently than I expected and I'm not sure I like it. It's also way long for a one sentence fic...lol. I will post it soon. Just a lot of things going on...horrible breakup, quitting job, you get the picture.) I can't believe you've written so many wonderful little gems here so quickly. You amaze me.
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I'm gonna get in line like eighteen times. How long does this offer extend? Can we play forever?
I just finished Angel S5 so...
Angel/Spike (could be friendship, or more, I'm not picky) - atrophy
Illyria - grief
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Angel sits in his office staring at the lack of reflection in the windows that should be facilitating his burning to nothing, and wonders if it’s just taking him a very long time to die. He closes his eyes, tries to think of the last time he felt an emotion that wasn’t negative or blasé, and can’t ( ... )
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>Yay! My Angel S5 gets here next week!
Yay! I love Angel S5. I haven't seen all of the 4th season, but the 3rd and 4th seemed to get really off track to me, and then S5 it just comes back and is so sharp and excellent. Even though I miss Cordy (but RealCordy, not late 3rd season Saint!Cordy). And Angel and Spike bicker so excellently. (Or, as in your fic, sit together so excellently.) Anyway, enjoy!
So in honor of my blizzard, and the fact that you started writing Firefly fic!:
River - snow
(BTW, I don't want to play the whole game in my journal because I would never get any work done, but if you want a drabble in return, I would be happy to supply one.)
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River remembers winters in Osiris. At the first hint of the sky dimming past autumn, she’d rush out in a twirl of flawless dance steps and catch the first snowflakes as they fell to the ground, as they fell to her hair, her upturned face, her waiting tongue. Regan couldn’t abide a mess, so excursions into the sloppy winter wonderland were always vehemently chastised, but River was taken: even after her mother had managed to snuff the ecstatic pas de deux, River would sit by the windows and watch her partner - still free - come crashing to the pane, the geometric shapes ruined as they collided wetly with the glass ( ... )
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If you've had enough of the Faith/Zoe, I'd adore some Buffy/Tara just as much. With light as the prompt.
Thank you so much, sweetie! *snuggles*
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btvs, dawn, girlykiss
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darla, "lollipop gestapo"
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Darla’s lips are candy red, her eyes pitiless blue. She has a little girl’s voice, but she wears the night.
“Never trust a beautiful woman,” she purrs against the nape of Angelus’s neck, so close that he can’t help but shiver.
Later, he watches her lure beautiful boys and girls to her like a spider taking in prey. She hardly has to work: all she has to do is be beautiful, waiting. She doesn’t look like death, not to them, but he can see it now, glistening all over her like a veneer, like a candy coating.
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hot damn! you are incredible!!
*swoon*
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