Let's complete my fandom!whore tendencies.
So. This is a post to say that I'm open for business. Meaning, I am willing to become a whore for fic. I have few talents to offer, but someone out there would like them, yes?
- I am willing to:
- DRAW CUTE ICONS!
- DRAW CUTE DOODLES!
- MAKE AWESOME MIX COVERS!
- MAKE GRAPHICS OF PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING!
- BETA FIC!
Comments 7
Derek stood in front of his team, folder in hand.
"Ok guys, listen up. We have a case. Six women died of apparent overdoses in San Francisco."
"How is overdoses our kind of case?" Reid asked.
"It's our cases because there's been a similar pattern in six other cities so far. Seven women in each city, all spaced the same time apart, same apparent cause of death, and remarkable similar features. If we get another body tonight, we're moving."
"To San Francicso?"
"To the next likely place in the pattern: LA."
Santa Barbara
Shawn flailed about Vick's office, deliberately getting into Lassiter's space and mussing Juliet's hair.
"The victim! She went to a bar, wait, no, a club! In L.A. yes, but not for the scene, not to meet men. She had another purpose, a nefarious one!"
Pretending to regain composure, he looked at Lassiter.
"I guess this means we're going to LA."
Atlantis Mr. Woolsey sipped his coffee before looking up at his best team ( ... )
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MY LOVE FOR THIS CANNOT BE TEXTUALLY RENDERED.
IMA SPIDER RAWR *OMNOMNOMNOM*
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OMGOMGOMG, NEIGH. I SHOULD DOODLE A MOOD THEME. WITH ALL OF MY LITTLE ANIMALS AND SUCH!
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He fired of a single shot, not bothering to confirm the hit.
Carlton leaned on the wall behind him, watching him shoot. Eventually, Shawn broke the silence.
"See anything interesting? You've been watching for awhile now."
Shawn's voice held none of it's usual pleasantness but it was no less intense for it. Carlton watched him empty the clip before reloading.
"You're pretty good at that."
Shawn sighed, quickly disassembling the parts and setting them on the table. He laid his hands flat, letting his shoulders slump.
"I can't miss. I'm too well trained. Every damn time I think I'm going to. But I can't"
Carlton walked over, put the gun back together, and placed it in Shawn's hands, waiting for him to take it. When he did, Carlton stood behind him, wrapping his arms around Shawn and resting his hands over the other man's.
"Range is going to be empty all night."
Together they lifted the gun. Fired.
Didn't miss.
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I love being a whore.
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