I think we all know the drill by now

[maderr]

The first ten people to comment on this post get to request adoodle/sketch/drabble from me on a subject/character of their choosing. Old, new, I care not.

THE CATCH: In return, they have to post this meme in their journal.



Heck, I don't think I ever finished all the requests from the last time I did drabbles. If I didn't do it, and you remember what it was, yell at me and I'll do it now with the other ten the gremlins will demand of me.

Comments

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Handcuffs Since cookie's being a meanie and won't let me ask for people in dark alleys...

[magnet-dragon.livejournal.com]

But you'll get it anyway! :D

[achika-chan.livejournal.com]

Sixpence. Or Dance with a Devil.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Any particular chars from either one?

and it never dumbfounds me people recall sixpence. That story is six six six kinds of awful.

[magnet-dragon.livejournal.com]

Dragon and his keeper? ^___^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Any dragon and keeper? Or something specific? Bear with me, I'm dedz0r.

[thealisonbailey.livejournal.com]

Lionel's possessed dishwasher.

[skylark97.livejournal.com]

Something with Greg and Dixie. *puppy eyes*

[maderr.livejournal.com]

"What did you call this?"

"Grits," Dixie drawled in his early morning don't piss me off because cute or not I'll still kick your ass growl.

Greg poked the...mush in the bowl hesitantly. "What's a grit?"

"Yankees," Dixie said in disgust. "Corn meal. Better than eating donuts."

"I like donuts just fine," Greg said with a pout. "How'd you bribe the cook into this?"

"Cook's from Carolina."

"The rebels are plotting another uprising," Greg muttered, and ducked reflexivly as Dixie made a sound that sounded far too much like a growling grizzly bear. The man was cute as sin but twice as deadly as the grizzly bear he was currently imimtating. "Okay, okay. Grits. Here we go. But I expect sex for this."

Dixie snorted as he lifted his coffee cup. "You'll be lucky I let you in the room at this rate -- and don't think you can pick the lock either."

"Yeah, yeah," Dixie said and scooped up a tiny bit of the weird, white-ish, grainy mush, wondering morosely if there was enough butter and salt on them to disguise what would no doubt be an awful taste. He hated mushy things.

Huh. "Hey. These aren't awful."

"Yankees," Dixie said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well," Greg said, wondering if he felt like dying and realizing he did. "Maybe if you guys hadn't been so busy making grits and coffee you might have won the war."

Dixie set his coffee cup down with slow, precise movements, then looked at Greg with a glint in his eye. "Start running."

Greg fled.

[stardance.livejournal.com]

SOMETHING WITH JADE O.O

(ha, switched it up on you, see? :D)

<3

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Jade painted his nails, though there was little point in doing so these days. He no longer had the clothes to match them to, no one to intimidate, no one to impress, no one to...He shook his head and focused his attention on his nails.

Outside the world was white. Snow and ice mixed together by a wild, bitter wind, turning a dangerous environemnt into the stuff of nightmares.

But his cabin was warm, so secluded it seemed he was the only one alive. Only the howling wind and the hum of his electronics broke the silence.

He'd tried a deep gold first, a shade that matched the highlights of his gold-brown hair. He'd stripped it before he'd finished the first hand. Then'd he'd tried a red as lurid as fresh blood -- always good for intimidating backwater politicians. Violet didn't satisfy either, nor did green.

Finally he'd settled on a color to match his surroundings. A pale blue, so fine it almost shimmered. Emphasized his pale skin, contrasted with his hair, matched the bitterness outside and...

With a rough, bitter sound Jade began to strip the color off, and when his nails were once more plain he selected a bottle of pink.

[luco-millian.livejournal.com]

Dance with the Devil? Pleeeease?

*adores Chris*

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Sable looked up from the paper he was reading as something appeared on his ten thousand dollar carpet. It was of average height, and seemed to be made of mud, reeds, slime and something that looked very much like a frog on what he presumed was a head beneath all the mud. A head with very displeaesed blue eyes. "Dare I ask, beautiful?"

"Swamp," Chris said sourly.

"There's a swamp in my city?" Sable asked, folding his paper and crossing over to the bog-monster that was his lover. A few soft words of magic vanished the mess, leaving Chris little more than damp and severely irate. Sable stole a kiss. "I thought I had rather the wrong climate for swamps."

"Tell that to the swamp monsters that decided to take up residence on Blackberry Avenue."

Sable chuckled at the idea of a swamp in the middle of the quaint neighborhood of Blackberry Avenue, far more suited to grandmothers calling after their little grandchildren. "I see. Did you dispell them?"

"After a minor disagreement, yes." Chris sighed and raked a hand through his damp hair, disheviling it to the point of chaos. "Moved them to the river, figured they could improvise something there. I'll check on them in a few days. Though if they throw me in the mud again..." His face darkened.

Sable kissed the frown away, then grinned. "Only you, beloved, would gripe about getting a free mud bath when most people would pay to have one. Perhaps your new friends should consider opening a spa. With you as their first patron..."

"I will make you sleep alone," Chris threatend, pulling away from a third kiss, glaring in warning.

"You're cutest when you're angry, Christian," Sable said, and yanked his lover close enough that he could neither dodge another kiss nor throw a punch.

"Throwing you in the mud tomorrow," Chris muttered against his mouth before giving up completely.

[reviewspider.livejournal.com]

Am I too late? ^.^;

I want some kickass rival-vampire slash, pweeze? If this isn't filled.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

You can request whatever, whenever, meme or no ^_~ Rival vampires. Hmmm. I shall ponder. I likes a challenge, yeees.

[starparty.livejournal.com]

Lowell being his normal cutie self?

I'm not sure roommates are allowed to play.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

And not quite what you wanted, but I think it'll do

* * *

"Are dogs allowed to eat chocolate?"

Lowell glared across the table.

"Okay, okay. Sorry, pup."

Lowell hefted the napkin dispenser. "One more word, blood sucker..."

Trent grinned. "You're starting to sound like your Mad Scientist."

Making a face, Lowell set the dispenser down and went back to eating his triple chocolate cake. "Human, make him shut up."

Lee rolled his eyes and nibbled at his own dessert, a siice of german chocolate cake. "Yeah, right. Look at who he's related to."

"Good point," Lowell said.

Trent just laughed and reached across the table to ruffle Lowell's hair. "Good puppy. Would you like another slice of cake?"

Lowell growled low and set his fork down.

No one else in the bakery looked up at the sound of chairs crashing and a vampire yelping.

Lee rolled his eyes again and moved out of the way. "And we were just allowed back in here too..."

una_maru

[(Anonymous)]

Arg! I can't believe i missed a chance to demand more Mickey/Cameron!!

Re: una_maru

[maderr.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I'll do it tomorrow.

[nepenth.livejournal.com]

poo! missed it again! T____T

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Request away!

[tsu-chan55.livejournal.com]

aww shoot I missed it >.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Ask anyway ^_~

[tygati.livejournal.com]

Well, you managed to cover DwtD, Kidnapped, and Superheroes before I ever saw it. ^__________________^ My three favorites, and I didn't even have to say anything!! *beam*

9.9 No twins though.... >.> ... well, I can get that from you next time. ;)

not the twins you were thinking of, but I think you'll approve

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Ludwig and Amadeus had like builds -- once Amadeus had been more muscled, when he'd gone through a body-building streak. Average height, lanky, hair the color of dark chocolate with eyes to match. They cut fine figures in their tuxedos, stage lights set to show them off.

But for all the eyes on them, it was their voices which truly packed the theatre. Not a seat was left in the house, and even the workers had stopped to crow into aisles to listen to the twins sing.

There were no instruments to accompany them, no one to lead them. Since chilhood they had only ever needed their mother to instruct them, and she sat quietly in the front seat, watching with a fond smile.

Next to her was the man paying them to do a job later that night. Singing wasn't their only talent. It was, in fact, the easiet thing to do with their voices.

And later that night Byron Valentine would meet Dual Scream, and hear just how much they could truly do.