By inkvoices. Wash/Zoe of the PG-13 sort. (Takes place before the Tams are aboard; that's why they're not there.)

Everyone is in character; it's almost like an episode of the show. *Squeeble.*

Harry Potter.

Abortive, aborted, distorted; one version of a request ages ago. Will never be finished in this form. Here instead of elsewhere because my login is stuffed up.

( I'll win some ground but lose you; all these miles of water. )

I was waiting to finish the set, but this post just proves my intervention is necessary.

( He's about to be spoken for, and nevermind what HE wants. )

And anyway, every time you write Scorp/Sub, god kills a Lin Kuei.

Notes: OMG it's HET WHUT. Tru Fax SRYSLY. Request!fic for warrax1 who asked for it, like, literally years ago. Oops. XD Faith/Gunn. Just about a thousand words. Sorta sexuh, not much detail; PG-13 ish? If you're old enough to sneak a look at Cinemax while your parents are away for a weekend, you're old enough to read this.

Also, I haven't seen Angel, as is probably painfully obvious, but uh, I tried? XD

( Lo and behold, for there were record low temperatures in Hades today. )

In which there is a presumably-female ninja with kori powers who gets it on with Sub-Zero? Presumably eventual OC/Sub the Younger het.

HOLY SHIT A WRITER. THAT WRITES SENTENCE-SHAPED OBJECTS. WHICH APPEAR TO BE ACTUAL BONA FIDE PARAGRAPHS WITH TOPIC SENTENCES AND GOOD ENOUGH SPELLING AND NO, I WILL NOT UNSTICK THE SHIFT KEY, STFU.

PS: You're welcome.

If I get the chance, if I can line it up right, we may be looking at some occupation!era!otp. That'd be fun, but I'm not sure if it fits this prompt list. Or if I can do it at all, honestly.

Anyway.

( When they finally come to destroy the earth, they'll have to go through you first. )

They just...Started doing this. *Flail.* It's got no relevance to the other posts, as far as I can tell. It's not Shadows continuity.

Baraka and Mileena have an argument. About icky things. It had to happen some time. 'Kay then.

( We're descendants of the Bounty mutineers and I can liquidate your fears... )

*Ahem.*

WOE IS MY LOVE. I SHALL POSE ATOP A CAR.

( In Numerical Order: )

And "approximate" is an adjective, except when it's a verb.

( In Approximate Event Order: )

Standard boilerplate: past!fic, vaguely in the same general world-sense or continuity as this. m/f, general consent issues. 200 words.

( In the line of fire, someone must have known. )

It is the best Internet based crack!het I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Though I haven't the slightest of clues what crime/lawyer/whatever badges-and-bullets-combo show Jayne Chad is from.

But yeah.

Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne.

Teh Babysitters' Club/Some cop show crossover.

BRILLIANT.

The sex is soft-R, meaning sweet and tender with lots of self-control and cuddling, and no funny words for bits. So go read it already.

I need sleep now. Gotta stop finding fic at the stroke of midnight. -_-;;

Let's play "yuri is more mainstream when you wrap it around a het pretext preface".

Several thousand-year-old assassins are well over the age of consent in any Earth Realm country anywhere ever. Even Collifohnia. So ha.

I am SO MOVING once my husband's pretty present expires. And before all this stupid shit happened, I was gonna buy way more LJ stuff, to the tune of about $400 USD, because I thought it was all super neato cool. Stupid 6A, losin' yerselves money 'cause you wanna be Myspace so bad you can't even urinate in a straight line anymore. GO BE FRIENDS WITH TOM. NO ONE ELSE LIKES YOU.

( About the same level of nsfw as being caught reading a bodice-ripper? XD SHAME ON YOU READIN UR PR0NZ AT WERK. )

II: Libertie

( They have sex in one sentence. Because I am awesome. All bow down. )

See? I can so write het.

Bit mystified as to what they'll do for an encore. *Shrug.*

CHRIST MY HEAD HURTS.

I was not the only adult in the store crying when midnight finally struck.

A few girls in the restroom were complaining about our local psychonaut. He affects a British accent and has been creepily interested in me since I was fifteen. But he's like that with all the female customers of a certain shape, "Can I be of any help out of your blouse drool drool?"

He's harmless, really, but they seemed reassured by my telling them so.

That's all I have to say about it, more or less, until the paperback's release.

To my chagrin, I'm realizing I haven't enough prompts left to cover the entire situation; I suppose that leaves the audience room to draw conclusions, or leap to them as it please their leisure.

( Thirty-seven to forty-five. )

I'm sore.

GOD, man! I'm trying to SAVE him!

I do not want to mow the lawn. >_

Notes: HAY GUYZ it totally matters that I edited it. Italics abuse and too many adverbs. Run, run away!!1 Baraka and Mileena aren't mine, because Midway won't sell them to me. Teh sadfaces for me. Sadfaces, I tell you! Sadfaces I say! Parts One and-a-Halfish of Three. Updated when/if I feel like it.

Indicators: m/f (omfg ACTUAL HET BBQZ!), otp, violence, blood, general power-game and muddy consent. But, well, it's m/f, so she doesn't have to say yes. *Halo.*

I: Equality

( You told your great tale, and it's always the same. )

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II: Libertie

Hahaha Jeelintar was my bright idea; Lei Chen wasn't. I have some minimal use for "new" continuity. Unfinished-ish. We still need to get to the sex part. She opened up the exposition box and threw some down.

( You call it fake; I call it good as it gets. )

I've been preparing these over the last month. Does honesty make them less cool? Oh, well.

( Twenty-two through thirty-six. )

It's Friday. Let there be (omg teh fictionals, bbqz, lollerolls, spqr) incest accordingly.

The only bit of Simon/River I am ever likely to write. Goes up public, and stays public. If you're old enough to lie about your age, you've probably already walked in on your parents doing worse. (Rated PG-ish.)

Disjointed and out of sequence, oh heapz of noes.

( You will be all things. You get what you bring... )

NOTE: Joss is boss. At least of these two. I'm pretty sure he doesn't own Greek mythology. XD

I make no money. I intend no defamation. IS MAKE-BELIVE KTHX. You no strikethrough sue me plz.

I'm half-assed moving files around to integrate them in my usual helter-skelter fashion.

In doing this, I found Shadows-verse snippets.

( Ismar doesn't approve. Koteth/Brin. Angst? Sexism? (m/f) )

And an unused, unfinished, false-start version of Anything.

( I liked this until I realized a locked liquor cabinet was too 1950's teensploitation flick for a bunch of homicidal monsters. XD (m/f) )

Done for the day. I must go study. *Makes face.*