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coyotesuspectSo, many moons ago, (or a moon and a half ago, idek, something like that), I said: Someone should write a fic where Sam and Dean have to hunt down a "muse" that's been sucking people dry by making them forget everything else (food, sleep, friends) in the name of their art. She/he/it could also randomly decide to ditch the artist and leave them feeling broken and depressed because ~zomg~! Their inspiration has disappeared
cherie_morte then said the equivalent of, "Hey! I'll do it!"
And I danced with glee.
Then, she actually wrote it. She wrote it over a month ago. AND I DIDNT REALIZE IT UNTIL TONIGHT. OMG SELF. HOW SO FAILY?
But I just read it. And it's funny. And it's smart. And it's wincesty, if that's not your thing.
And if it is your thing, then you should go read it, too.
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Oh. And apparently there's this drabble meme going around. And I was like, "OH HAY WRITE ME DRABBLE PLZ," and didn't read the part where it said, "You also have to do this writing drabble thing." Blah blah blah. Fandom reciprocity cakes.
So.
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of ANY pairing/character of their choosing (of ANY fandom) from me (with a prompt, if it pleases you to give me one). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
A few notes:
1) If you want a drabble, you do not have to do the meme. I am not holding you to any level of fandom reciprocity.
2) I make no promises regarding the quality of these drabbles, or the speed with which they are completed.
3) Y'all know my fandoms, more or less. And feel free to request any pairing. Because if it's something I don't like, a) it's only 100 words and b) I will find a way to make it cracky or into something I do like.
eta 4) I also make no promises that what you end up with will actually qualify as a drabble. 100 words is often times several hundred words too short.
eta 5) It is currently five in the morning and I haven't slept. I make no promise that anything I write will actually be coherent.
eta 6) And y'all can ask for more than Supernatural. I'll write Glee and CWRPF and Leverage and Psych and Harry Potter and, hell, iCarly. Whatever you want that I have ever talked about or shown interest in. Not that I mind all the SPN prompts. I'm just sayin', don't feel hemmed in. ;D
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Requests made so far: 10/10
Requests finished so far: 3*/10
*one actually has bonus porn coming to it
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Damn. I've been spammy lately. Sorry about that folks!
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Date: 2009-10-29 09:57 am (UTC)GIMME SOME FLUFF. WHETHER OR NOT YOU THINK IT IS OOC (which LETS BE FRANK SHE WAS ALL LAST SEASON): Ruby loves Anna, in her own little emotionally challenged Ruby way<3
AND SHE'S NOT A LUCIFER FANGIRL
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Date: 2009-10-29 09:59 am (UTC)Shouldn't you be sleeping?
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Date: 2009-10-29 11:38 am (UTC)Devil's Food ~530 words
Date: 2009-10-29 05:45 pm (UTC)“I made you a cupcake,” says Ruby. She thrusts the offending treat at Anna and tries to look innocent.
She likes to think that she mostly succeeds.
Anna takes the cupcake from her warily. It’s chocolate, made from scratch, with home-made buttercream frosting.
There are sprinkles.
Ruby worked damn hard on it. And Anna better appreciate it, she thinks sourly.
“Um,” says Anna, holding the cupcake slightly away from her. “Thanks?”
“Aren’t you going to eat it?” prompts Ruby. A little impatiently.
“Well,” says Anna. She ducks her head. “I’m. Uh. I’m kind of waiting for it to explode.”
“Hey,” snaps Ruby. “Being a demon is not synonymous with being evil.”
Anna raises her eyebrows. “It kinda is.”
Ruby scowls.
“Just eat it, okay?” she snaps. “That’s why you fell, right? To experience the ‘sensual’ pleasures in life, or some hippie bullshit like that.”
Anna wrinkles her nose.
It’s kind of adorable.
“I… guess,” she hedges. She frowns at the cupcake. Then, tentatively, she takes a bite.
Ruby waits.
Anna’s eyes go round. Well. Rounder.
“Ahmahgawderoby!” she exclaims around a mouthful of cupcake. She swallows, and her words become intelligible. “This is amazing! I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Witchcraft,” says Ruby with a shrug. “Most of it’s just mixing ingredients. More than you’d think.” She pauses, fiddles awkwardly with the sleeves of her jackets. She’s always had a harder time with girls than guys. Guys like boobs and shiny things. Girls need to be impressed.
She’s not really sure at what point this stupid, gorgeous ginger angel with her Bambi eyes became someone she wanted to impress.
“Did you make more?” asks Anna eagerly, finishing the last of the cupcake.
“Yeah,” says Ruby, smiling. She tilts her head and does her best impression of that red-eyed crossroads bitch. “But there’s a price.”
“Yeah?” says Anna, mouth twerked up in a smile.
Ruby nods decisively. And. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This sounded smoother in her head. Stupid red-haired angels with their stupid smirks and their stupid… being nice.
“Youhavetogotothemovieswithme,” she blurts out in a mumble.
Anna doesn’t answer for maybe five seconds, and it’s five seconds that Ruby’s heart doesn’t beat.
Well. Not that it’s Ruby’s heart, per se. Or that it needs to beat. But. Whatever. Moving on.
Point is, she kind of cares more about Anna’s answer than a demon- even a ‘good’ one- should.
“Is this a date?” asks Anna finally. She pushes forward because Ruby has time to dissemble. “Are you going to hold my hand?”
“Uh,” says Ruby intelligently. She doesn’t blush, but it takes every trick of willpower she learned in Hell not to. “Yeah. Probably.” She looks at the ground. “If that’s all right with you.”
She’s still staring at the ground, and that’s why she doesn’t notice when Anna leans into her space.
“You know,” Anna whispers, breath hot and light against Ruby’s cheek. Ruby, startled, jerks back, but Anna grabs her by the arm and holds her close. “You didn’t have to hold the cupcakes hostage. I would’ve said yes anyway.”
“Oh,” says Ruby.
Anna smiles at her, and then, she closes the rest of the distance between them.
This time, Ruby does blush.
(Are you surprised that there were cupcakes? I'm thinking probably not.)
Re: Devil's Food ~530 words
Date: 2009-10-30 12:37 am (UTC)Re: Devil's Food ~530 words
Date: 2009-10-30 02:51 am (UTC)ILY