Broken now.

Gah. Connie, that is wonderful and oh-so-heartbreaking.

wrod. I just wrote some cheap Vamp!Munch/Kay PWP...I thought it was part of my larger story, but now I'm thinking it's just smutty. It's at [link] And I suppose I ought to thank La Tep for the inspiring(and I mean porn) S/W that put this into my head.

Drabble this week is themed on "picking a LJ mood". First one.

Apathy

Angel sat in the warehouse, surrounded by death and high-octane gasoline. He sat on a keg, vaguely irritated by the reek of fuel. One of the would-be bad boys Darla and Dru had recruited apparently wasn't quite dead yet. Angel heard a gurgle, a sobbing breath.

"Shut up," he said harshly, and the gurgling stopped. Angel turned his attention back toward the warehouse doors.

He felt them arrive. Standing, cigarette and lighter in hand, he watched them walk through the doors, blood on their teeth and lips.

He left them burning, screaming, wondering what he'd become. He, himself, didn't care.

Nice Deb, very nice.

Thank you for the compliment, Erika. I just thought about someone kind of opposite of me, including a better clothes sense.

Lots of good stuff in here lately. I'm loving it.

Too true, Deena. Mine is more like the Munchkin's, in brighter colors.His look now features a lot of black, which started the Vamp! wheels turning(Looking good for me involves either a big conscious effort to come as I'm not, or someone else going "You're not leaving the house like that. Just...no.)

I just wrote some cheap Vamp!Munch/Kay PWP ...

Commented anonymously in your LJ (I still don't have one -- yay resistance to peer pressure). Didn't sign it with my name, but you'll be able to tell by the tone.

Oh, Karl. Thank you. You encourage me so much...to do what, I think I'd best not say...I've gotten so *nasty* lately. But you love me cause I have the firm, perky, allusions of a much younger woman...if we were to truly get together, you'd catch me quoting "Friends" some night and you'd lose respect for me. Then I'd lose respect for me, too...it's better this way. But I'm very proud to be your favorite literate skank. And I'm touched that you want me to be Mrs. E. Nonymous.(hugging Karl in barely platonic manner))) It's weird how writing Munchkin has brought more of the stuff from college back than anything else ever. Sometimes, I feel like "Where'd that come from?" and without the...chemical inducements that Munch sometimes subjected himself to. And I'm sure that's what's compelling me to ask what kinds of staffs knights are carrying these days;) as well as remarking that "Hey, your smut-immunity is gone." which makes me *obscenely* happy..

There's an lj communit, impulsedriven, and the idea is you get one word under a cut tag and 2 minutes to write, then stop. The only thing you can fix are typos and spelling. That's it. any fandom.

It's produced some really intersting stuff. My two have been:

Ray K, Due South (ink)

Ray sat in the chair, tense and anxious. He wanted this---to get back something of himself after the divorce. He picked the image almost on a whim, he'd been flipping through a magazine at the garage, waiting for his plastic, boring car to be fixed and he saw the ad. He knew that this was what he needed, it reminded him of high school and the person he was before he grew up, before his Dad stopped talking to him and Stella wanted out.

and

Xander (during Hell's Bells), (flight)

Xander walks out into the rain, taking the coward's way out. Walking away. The rain pours down, swirls through down the gutter, the images swirl through his brain. Maybe he can walk forever and no one will find him. It happens here all the time. If he doesn't leave now he'll hit Anya. If she never sees him again he'll never strike that blow.

I took a stab at one of the others but after two minutes I didn't have anythign intelligible.

Oh, Askye, those are neat.

I'm thinking of re-joining the sunday drabble community, but I've forgotten its name. Anyone?

open on sunday