prompt by: unkown, it was in the lonely prompts bin

prompt: NCIS, Abby, Abby finally finds forensic evidence for
something that can't be explained

my response:

“Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!” The genius Goth glomped her favorite
man’s arm and started jumping.

With a tolerance he only showed for her Gibbs looked down
with a bemused expression on his face.
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prompt by: in the lonely prompts bin

prompt: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, running into the Native-American
god Kokopelli is sort of like being dosed by extra-strength sex-pollen

my response:

“Ha...ha…why did we…come to…New Mex…ha Cas!...co?” Dean
panted, arching up for closer contact with his lover. The heat was everywhere,
caressing all sides, ( Read more... )

It was decades later that Alice returned to Wonderland. She had aged beautifully, crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and mouth attesting to a life time of laughter and happiness and bone white hair pulled up into a loose bun with tendrils falling about her face. Her eyes were still the same though, a brilliant dancing brown that took the world ( Read more... )

They were both hunters, legends in their own rights. The only difference was one hunted men and the other hunted demons - and each would admit occasionally they couldn't tell the two apart. Both were aged beyond their years from the lives they lead, killing and others trying to kill them, protecting brothers too stubborn to realize they needed ( Read more... )

In the end it was a common weed that came the closest to forever silencing the Earth's greatest hero. Admittedly from shame but still. It started out familiarly enough - fire broke out at one of the apartment complexes on the shadier side of town. Lacking up to date fire extinguishing means and a few years not up to code resulted what should have ( Read more... )

“Thomas Cream, the Lambeth Poisoner, your soul is mine!”

The creature looked up from avidly watching the rapid decomposition of his latest victim, the glare of the streetlights overhead casting his sunken face into shadows and glimmering off the needle of the now empty syringe in his right hand. Cream jerked erect in a graceless lack of motor ( Read more... )

NaNoWriMo is here again and I've decided to sign up. Keep your fingers crossed for me ^_^

It's 9am. Next class isn't until 11. I don't want to leave because I'll never find parking on time. Crud.