I think we all know the drill by now
Jun. 26th, 2006 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrThe 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.
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.
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Date: 2006-06-26 10:35 pm (UTC)Since cookie's being a meanie and won't let me ask for people in dark alleys...no subject
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Date: 2006-06-26 11:09 pm (UTC)(ha, switched it up on you, see? :D)
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Date: 2006-06-26 11:21 pm (UTC)*adores Chris*
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:02 am (UTC)Any particular chars from either one?
and it never dumbfounds me people recall sixpence. That story is six six six kinds of awful.
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:09 am (UTC)I want some kickass rival-vampire slash, pweeze? If this isn't filled.
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:11 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:12 am (UTC)You can request whatever, whenever, meme or no ^_~ Rival vampires. Hmmm. I shall ponder. I likes a challenge, yeees.
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:20 am (UTC)Perhaps they fight over the same host/slave/mortal? I could see it getting very interesting...
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-27 12:32 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:34 am (UTC)I think you're trying to trick me into something longer than a drabble.
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:40 am (UTC)Maybe I'll talk Jason into going with me to the Cracker Barrel since that's about as Southern as you get in Mid Michigan. ^_^;;
*twirls you about* I love Dixie's grumbliness. And I love Greg's way of pushing just to see how far he can push. ^__^
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:45 am (UTC)But, if you're ever in the mood...<3
Date: 2006-06-27 12:49 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-06-27 01:02 am (UTC)"I saw him first," Josh said, fangs bared as he faced off with his brother, green eyes flashing with anger behind messy black bangs.
Ben rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Yeah, but you got the red head. This one is mine."
"No way!" Josh snapped, all but stamping his foot. "You're not even supposed to be here! You're supposed to be at work! Goddammit, stop trying to steal my dinner!"
"Look, if all you want is food then you definitely can't him."
"Dinner and entertainment," Josh corrected, then shook his head. "That's beside the point! He's mine! That's the point! Mine. Not yours. Go the hell away." He eyes his brother distastfully. Ben was as neat and prim as Josh was messy and half-wild, the differences so great it was hard to tell at a glance they were identical twins.
Ben flicked another glance over the blonde under discussion. Six feet easy, and he probably weighed more than the two of them put together after a night of fine dining. "Why can't we just share? I mean, come on, he's huge. Looking at him, I think I know what it's like to be a human with a thirty pound turkey to put on the table."
Josh frownewd. Looked at the blonde. Back at his brother. "Maybe. But you still owe me for the red head."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I call dibs on the drumsticks."
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Date: 2006-06-27 01:06 am (UTC)Only when they're poorly made. I <3 grits.
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Date: 2006-06-27 01:14 am (UTC)That was really fast, by the way.
*huggles* And now I'm off to squeal at it some more.