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thatotherpervstolen from all over, mad lib drabbles. some of my words actually make perfect sense in context, haha
I should also say, nothing but love for my spuffy friends. *snorfle*
*pets you*
Self-deprecating Love
Angel finished packing. Ever since Spike, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Angel had been splattered.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing licked him, all was frothy. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the bed to become a dim sponge.
Just then, there was a charming knock at the door. Angel opened it and stood there badly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his navel.
When Angel came to, Spike was holding his hip and looking exhausted. "My love," Spike said desperately, "I'm sorry for the goofy shock. I've been shipwrecked on a raunchy island for the last ten years, living like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my armpit in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Angel could hardly believe his Spike had returned. "I will always love you, armpit or no armpit. Besides, you can cover it up with a cross."
They embraced shakily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was pissy.
same terms, different drabble. a true fairytale, I tell you.
The Rat Prince
Angel was walking through a pissy meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a dim little rat lying under a tree.
Angel skipped over to see the dear thing and was charming to find that he was hurt! A cross had pierced his exhausted little hip and he whimpered expertly with the pain.
"My frothy little friend," Angel said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the cross, as badly as he could. The rat cried out and Angel's heart ached, like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics.. "You'll be all right," Angel whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Spike and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Spike up in his arms, Angel carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Angel nursed Spike, cleaning his hip and feeding him Blood-brand rat chow.
On the eighth night, Spike climbed into bed with Angel. He burrowed under the covers and shakily licked Angel's armpit. It made Angel giggle and he cuddled close to Spike, stroking his navel and singing desperately to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Angel hurried home so he could curl up with Spike. It gave him a raunchy feeling whenever Spike licked his armpit.
Then one night, Spike looked up at Angel and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a self-depracating prince."
Angel screamed scarcely, he was so surprised. How could a rat talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Spike said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Angel said and kissed Spike on his navel. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a self-deprecating prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince Spike," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Angel said.
"See?" Spike said and showed Angel the scar from the cross on his hip. Then he kissed Angel and they tumbled under the bed and did a lot of very dreamiest things, some of them involving a goofy stake.
"I love you," Spike said when they were done. Angel clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Spike had stashed away.
And if Spike didn't know about Angel's visits to the rat sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
second verse, same as the first.
A Pissy Occurrence
Angel paced up and down, jiggling his armpit. His very good friend, Mary Sue Cross, had arranged to meet him here under the bed. "I have something exhausted to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Cross was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Angel expected to see her bounce up, her frothy hair streaming behind her and her charming eyes aglow.
Angel heard footsteps, but they seemed rather splattered for a delicate and dim girl like Mary Sue Cross, whose tread was raunchy. He turned around and found Spike staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Spike said badly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Angel had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so shakily. "Mary Sue Cross asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Spike, his navel began to throb desperately.
"Oh," Spike said, scarcely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Angel said and caught Spike by his hip. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Spike said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics..
From behind a blood, Mary Sue Cross watched with a self-deprecating light in her goofy eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Angel/Spike". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the rat from extinction.
annnnd a third drabble with yet again the same terms. I find the title ironic considering how VERY trippy this turned out to be, indeed. it is by far my favorite
Shakily Tripping
Angel tripped along scarcely. He was on his way to meet his lover, Spike, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a rat hopping along, carrying a stake in its mouth.
Angel was almost under the bed when he came across a goofy cake, lying alone on a self-deprecating plate. "That must be a treat from my pissy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked exhausted, so he ate it.
It gave him the most dim tingling sensation in his armpit. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Spike.
When Spike came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Angel cried expertly.
"Your navel! And your hip!" Spike said. "They're dreamiest! Can't you feel it?"
Angel felt his navel and his hip. They were indeed quite dreamiest. "Oh, no!" Angel said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that goofy cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Spike said. "I got you a cross. It must have been that frothy man who lives nearby. He acts a little badly, ever since he licked a blood."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Angel sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Spike said desperately, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your navel is really raunchy like that."
"Really?" Angel dried her tears. Angel kissed Spike and it was an entirely charming sensation, like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics.
They spent the night having entirely charming sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
what do you think, guys? I think this may be some of my most ingenious work yet! *waits for copious praise to roll in*
I should also say, nothing but love for my spuffy friends. *snorfle*
*pets you*
Self-deprecating Love
Angel finished packing. Ever since Spike, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Angel had been splattered.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing licked him, all was frothy. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the bed to become a dim sponge.
Just then, there was a charming knock at the door. Angel opened it and stood there badly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his navel.
When Angel came to, Spike was holding his hip and looking exhausted. "My love," Spike said desperately, "I'm sorry for the goofy shock. I've been shipwrecked on a raunchy island for the last ten years, living like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my armpit in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Angel could hardly believe his Spike had returned. "I will always love you, armpit or no armpit. Besides, you can cover it up with a cross."
They embraced shakily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was pissy.
same terms, different drabble. a true fairytale, I tell you.
The Rat Prince
Angel was walking through a pissy meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a dim little rat lying under a tree.
Angel skipped over to see the dear thing and was charming to find that he was hurt! A cross had pierced his exhausted little hip and he whimpered expertly with the pain.
"My frothy little friend," Angel said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the cross, as badly as he could. The rat cried out and Angel's heart ached, like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics.. "You'll be all right," Angel whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Spike and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Spike up in his arms, Angel carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Angel nursed Spike, cleaning his hip and feeding him Blood-brand rat chow.
On the eighth night, Spike climbed into bed with Angel. He burrowed under the covers and shakily licked Angel's armpit. It made Angel giggle and he cuddled close to Spike, stroking his navel and singing desperately to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Angel hurried home so he could curl up with Spike. It gave him a raunchy feeling whenever Spike licked his armpit.
Then one night, Spike looked up at Angel and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a self-depracating prince."
Angel screamed scarcely, he was so surprised. How could a rat talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Spike said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Angel said and kissed Spike on his navel. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a self-deprecating prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince Spike," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Angel said.
"See?" Spike said and showed Angel the scar from the cross on his hip. Then he kissed Angel and they tumbled under the bed and did a lot of very dreamiest things, some of them involving a goofy stake.
"I love you," Spike said when they were done. Angel clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Spike had stashed away.
And if Spike didn't know about Angel's visits to the rat sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
second verse, same as the first.
A Pissy Occurrence
Angel paced up and down, jiggling his armpit. His very good friend, Mary Sue Cross, had arranged to meet him here under the bed. "I have something exhausted to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Cross was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Angel expected to see her bounce up, her frothy hair streaming behind her and her charming eyes aglow.
Angel heard footsteps, but they seemed rather splattered for a delicate and dim girl like Mary Sue Cross, whose tread was raunchy. He turned around and found Spike staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Spike said badly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
Angel had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so shakily. "Mary Sue Cross asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Spike, his navel began to throb desperately.
"Oh," Spike said, scarcely. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Angel said and caught Spike by his hip. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Spike said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics..
From behind a blood, Mary Sue Cross watched with a self-deprecating light in her goofy eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "Angel/Spike". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the rat from extinction.
annnnd a third drabble with yet again the same terms. I find the title ironic considering how VERY trippy this turned out to be, indeed. it is by far my favorite
Shakily Tripping
Angel tripped along scarcely. He was on his way to meet his lover, Spike, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a rat hopping along, carrying a stake in its mouth.
Angel was almost under the bed when he came across a goofy cake, lying alone on a self-deprecating plate. "That must be a treat from my pissy bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked exhausted, so he ate it.
It gave him the most dim tingling sensation in his armpit. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Spike.
When Spike came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Angel cried expertly.
"Your navel! And your hip!" Spike said. "They're dreamiest! Can't you feel it?"
Angel felt his navel and his hip. They were indeed quite dreamiest. "Oh, no!" Angel said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that goofy cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Spike said. "I got you a cross. It must have been that frothy man who lives nearby. He acts a little badly, ever since he licked a blood."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Angel sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Spike said desperately, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your navel is really raunchy like that."
"Really?" Angel dried her tears. Angel kissed Spike and it was an entirely charming sensation, like the schmoop of a thousand Spuffy fics.
They spent the night having entirely charming sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
what do you think, guys? I think this may be some of my most ingenious work yet! *waits for copious praise to roll in*
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Date: 2007-12-07 11:17 pm (UTC)Yes, top notch! Definately your best work!!! ;)
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Date: 2007-12-08 02:44 pm (UTC)*preens*
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Date: 2007-12-08 02:45 pm (UTC)especially spike sobbing over the rat prince. he has always admired the rodent.
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Date: 2007-12-08 12:52 am (UTC)i think you struck while the iron was hot. this stuff here? solid gold.
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Date: 2007-12-08 02:46 pm (UTC)*preens* thank you, dahlink.
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Date: 2007-12-08 09:53 am (UTC)Jiggling that armpit eh? HEHEHEHEHE!
And "like the schmoop of a thousand spuffy fics" is just classic!
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Date: 2007-12-08 02:46 pm (UTC)it made *me* snicker!
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