Spambo

[nny]

Anyone want anything?

I'm sitting here doing nothing, so if you want anything...

I'll upload music, write drabbles, answer questions, hand out hugs, do small dances, tell you how utterly wonderful you are... whatever you want. Now's the time to ask.

I will say, though, it's wise to comment asap because I have a tendency towards forgetting about these things in a hideous and neglectful manner, so later comments may not get a response. ¬_¬



ETA: I've been reminded of icon drabbles I still owe, and those are coming, I promise. I got stalled (Withnail is a difficult bastard) but they are coming.

Comments

[villainny.livejournal.com]

...oh lord, I haven't seen Mulan since you showed me, and that was only the second time I'd seen it. I need visual cues! And you are demanding, and I'll see what I can do.

*glares halfheartedly*

[kenovay.livejournal.com]

Ping and Chang (http://www.boxoff.com/jpg/june98/tji/mulan.jpg). If that helps at all.

I am demanding, but you love me, right?

(You don't have to. ♥)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Drabble part the first.


They'd pick up a new crew in Tortuga and Westley'd be first mate for a time; that was how it worked, he'd told Buttercup, and that was how it was done, and it was a fool that broke tradition. All sorts of terrible things could happen if one went around breaking traditions.

In reality they could have worked around it, perhaps, but in reality there was something moderately terrifying about leaving a life of buccaneering and gallivanting for some sort of... well, family. There were children in his future, he could all but see it, and children took a little preparing for.

Buttercup would be safe enough in Florin, he was sure, and he was entitled to enjoy the last few weeks as the Dread Pirate Roberts before he went about such sensible things as marriage and retirement and real life.

"Good night, Inigo," he said, smirking at the newest member of his crew. "Good work. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

And Inigo looked up at him, brown eyes flashing in the evening sun, and smirked right back.

"I think perhaps I can change your mind."

And that voice, and that grin...

Buttercup, Westley reasoned, had got engaged without him. She couldn't really protest so very much.

[kenovay.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, your last line killed me. Dead.

I ♥ you really a ridiculous lot.

[jezrana.livejournal.com]

I have a Spaniard ellipsing in my head now. I love you anyway. :D