Drabble Meme!

[boy_and_crow]

I tried to resist as long as I could, but I obviously Am Sheep and Lose. ♥

Ask away for drabbles. If I do not know the canons or characters, I'll... I dunno. Write crack. Or let you know. :D

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I AM WEAK.

[patria_ou_mort]

DO ME, BABY.

If you please. ^_^

Re: I AM WEAK.

[boy_and_crow]

More than drabble length, SORRY. And angst, because I thought you'd appreciate something wherein E!'s not topped by camp, and this was the first thought that occurred.

...And I fail at characterization. Ignore plz. D:

YOU SO ARE.

[boy_and_crow]

"General Lamarque is dying," Courfyrac said. "He is the only one in power sympathetic to these poor unfortunates."

Enjolras had been the one to kindle such conversations at the start. His compatriots had quickly taken up interest in the subject, however, and would now discuss the people on the street, the government's disregard for its more wretched elements, and potential uprisings on their own, with urgent voices, even in the midst of an afternoon's drinking. Enjolras knew that this was right, knew that he should be glad for it, for the interest that his compatriots showed, for their loyalty to their country. And he was glad of it, of course.

He kept remembering, though. After the... Pontmercy incident in camp, Marius had been... kind enough to pull him aside and explain. Yes, he tried to start another revolution. Yes, they built barricades and made a great stand. Yes, he died. No, no one survived--just Pontmercy. No, it didn't influence the government, or change the way the people were treated. That was the worst part.

"If

Re: YOU SO ARE.

[patria_ou_mort]

. . . .

*wibbles*

...nice to see him not topped by camp... but...

D:

Yeah. He would so do that.

Thank you.

[mymotherthegun]

Anything with Lady, please.

[boy_and_crow]

.....Y HELLO THAR, person I fail at writing!

I'll come back to you and write a drabble when I have a better grasp on your character. Believe me, I'll be looking up stuff for it. Thanks for putting up with me! ♥

[mymotherthegun]

Oh, you don't have to do that. Just some hollow crack would be lovely.

[boy_and_crow]

Fine! You asked for it! 8D

[latrine_orderly]

Anything with Excel!

[boy_and_crow]

God, my drabbles are long.

AND I'M SORRY, WORLD.

[boy_and_crow]

Excel giggled gleefully as she glided through the glen. (Well... the forest, actually, but never pass up the opportunity for absolutely a~maz~ing alliteration!) How better to serve her Lord than to learn the ULTIMATE FIGHTING MOVE to use against the unworthy, the unrighteous, the undeserving, the people who thought ACROSS was kinda creepy?

That Ueki kid had certainly been helpful this time! Darn that Chizuru girl for teaching him that secret technique! Wasn't it better off in the hands of Excel Excel? In the hands of ACROSS? It wasn't like she was going to do a lot of genocide!

She had seen him teaching one of the other campers! With her own two eyes! Okay so he hadn't actually performed the move, was just showing how it was done, but she had copied every move with her camera-like eyes! And memorized it with her camera-like brain! (She'd also brought a camera, but it had turned out to be unnecessary

[overacting]

Wolfwood/Gwendal. Yes.
Or anything with my character. XD

[boy_and_crow]

I'm not sure if this is characterized right, but. Cute? :D

[boy_and_crow]

"Don't say it."

Gwendal didn't say anything. Just looked at him.

Wolfwood still didn't trust him. "Don't say it," he warned again. "And whatever you're thinking of doing, forget it!"

"...I have no idea what you mean," Gwendal said, glancing away. God, the man's poker face was in-freaking-credable.

Wolfwood shifted, clearing his throat a bit uncomfortably. He gripped his cross-punisher, glad for its reassuring weight, unspeakably glad that it had decided to shrink when he had... de-aged. "Good."

Gwendal looked at him again, unable to help it. The man was horrible. He was crass and rude and enjoyed getting on her nerves and had no finer instincts or traits and... and was about six years old at the moment.

Wolfwood noticed the slight blush climbing across Gwendal's face and took a step back. "Oh no--don't you dare--!"

He was prepared for the worst--whatever THAT might be--but he wasn't expecting Gwendal to reach out, slowly, and gently pat his hair. He blinked. Gwendal's voice was barely audible. "Socute.""..." Wolfwood stepped

[overacting]

XDDDDDD SOCUTE.

[classprotector]

I'm feeling egocentric?

[boy_and_crow]

Nothing wrong with that, dear! ♥ Mind if I break your brain some? don't mind if I do! :D

And I am not ashamed. Xander faints a lot in fanfiction.

Sorry for any characterization issues. */standard disclaimer!*

[boy_and_crow]

"C'mon, Buff, let me in. It can't be that bad."

"Oh, it can." Buffy didn't open the door. "Curl-up-under-the-covers-whimpering bad."

Xander was stumped. Buffy wasn't easily horrified, to make an apocalyptic-type understatement. Something bad was in that cabin. Something... terrifying.

"Don't make me kick the door in. I'd hate that," Xander said, honestly. There was silence for a minute.

"...You'd hurt your foot for me? I'm touched."

"I'd hurt my food for you a thousand times over. We have a very masochistic relationship."

The door finally opened. Music became audible. "I'm just a sweet transvestite~" Buffy's laptop was busy blaring.

Xander looked around. "Where is it? I don't see anything."

"The song's bad," Buffy said gloomily, "but it keeps playing that video..."

Xander, foolishly even in his own opinion, approached to take a look. And staed, in shock and utter horror, at the abomination on the monitor. It was terrible. It was horrible. It was unspeakable.

It was Transvestite Giles."Be glad you weren't here for Halloween

[classprotector]

Oh Transvestite Giles. You will never stop being horribly, horribly scarring. ♥