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agilebrit*wipes forehead* All righty! Haven't made any icons today, but finally figured out which one I'm going to submit to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lost_icontest, so I can post the other three I made.
Plus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hieispike gave me a hook for her drabble request, so here it is:
Title: Silly Suggestion
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for:hieispike requested AU Spred, Angel S3, Buffy S6.
Notes: Takes place following “Provider” and “Gone.”
A noise in the lobby sent Fred creeping down the stairs, clutching an axe. A platinum-haired figure clad in a black duster paced furiously, smoking a cigarette. He looked like he was trying to build himself up to something. Fred cleared her throat. “May I help you?”
Awhile later, they sipped hot chocolate on the stairs. “...and that’s how I nearly got decapitated,” Fred concluded.
“Mystical babies, invisible Slayers, visions, prophecies...You know, for a chipped vampire and a physicist, our lives are very bloody complicated.” A mischievous eyebrow went up. “Maybe we should simplify them and run away together.”
lost_icontest, so I can post the other three I made. Plus
hieispike gave me a hook for her drabble request, so here it is:Title: Silly Suggestion
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for:
hieispike requested AU Spred, Angel S3, Buffy S6.Notes: Takes place following “Provider” and “Gone.”
A noise in the lobby sent Fred creeping down the stairs, clutching an axe. A platinum-haired figure clad in a black duster paced furiously, smoking a cigarette. He looked like he was trying to build himself up to something. Fred cleared her throat. “May I help you?”
Awhile later, they sipped hot chocolate on the stairs. “...and that’s how I nearly got decapitated,” Fred concluded.
“Mystical babies, invisible Slayers, visions, prophecies...You know, for a chipped vampire and a physicist, our lives are very bloody complicated.” A mischievous eyebrow went up. “Maybe we should simplify them and run away together.”
