ASH The Drabble

Challenge Closed

2006-12-26T04:40:38Z

I'm sorry I'm SO late with closing this challenge. But maybe that's ok, since now the next mod can start a new one fresh after the holiday. (Ok, just trying to make it sounds like I did it on purpose).

Great entries this challenge, I loved them all.

Challenge 23 winner is Snowed In by lilithbint Banner will be posted soon. I'll edit this post and toss it behind a cut.

*passes off to maddogs991*

Flowers

2006-12-15T22:18:09Z

Title: Flowers
Challenge: #32, white
Author: Liz, deviantfantasy
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: S2, after Jenny’s death.

Flowers

Challenge 23 - Snow

2006-12-15T21:05:38Z

Snowed in

Author: Lilithangel

Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint

Fandom: Little Britain

Characters: the Prime Minister, Sebastian

Genre: humour

Warnings/Rating: G

Summary: it’s Christmas.

* * * * *

“Oh the weather outside is frightful…”

“Sebastian…”

“But the fire is so delightful…”

“Sebastian…”

“Such a long way to go…”

“Sebastian I don’t care how much polystyrene snow you have thrown outside the window I am not going to believe we are snowed in for Christmas.”

“But Prime Minister…”

END

Reminder!

2006-12-15T03:23:29Z

Only a few days left of Challenge 23. There have been 2 entries so far. Get your entries in!

I will most likely be closing the challenge on Sunday.

White

2006-12-12T03:02:17Z

Challenge: 32, white
Author: wiccagirl24
Fandom: VR.5
Character: Oliver Sampson
Genre/Rating : Gen/ PG
Word Count: 100
A/N: I just watched VR.5 for the first time this week. Wow.

He doesn’t wear the color white. It’s always dark suits paired with dark hued shirts; the palest clothing hanging in his closet are shades of grey or brown. He likes to pretend it’s because of the image they project; he wouldn’t be so effective in sneaking up on people or blending in if he was outfitted in bright colors. He has a habit of lying to himself.

White is purity, cleanliness, and innocence. He is none of those, and hasn’t been for a long time. It is a small thing, but to him it makes a difference. He is black.

Newbie

2006-12-05T05:49:04Z

Hi! My name is Leanne, I'm new to the LJ community. Only reccently started reading slash stuff and am now all sorts of hooked. Especially in regard to Giles, I really like Giles/Spike and Angel/Spike and Giles/Wesley. I am PSUTheatreGirl@aol.com in some Buffy/Angel slash yahoo groups. Please add me as a friend if you know me from any of the yahoo groups or just if you want to!

-Leanne/GilesSlaveGirl

ashthedrabble @ 2006-12-05T11:08:00

2006-12-05T00:19:25Z

Challenge: 23
Author: EllycatinOz
Website www.livejournal.com/users/ellycatinoz
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Rupert Giles
Genre/Rating : Gen, not even one swearword!
Word Count: 224

Rupert Giles looked out the cottage window to the narrow lane outside. Snow was falling steadily as it had for the past couple of hours. The edges of the lane were blurring into the surrounding countryside. The cottage that had looked so quaint and cute in summer was starting to feel isolated and a little alien.

Rupert glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Olivia was over two hours late. It didn’t take that long to get to the cottage from the airport, even if it was snowing. He wishes she would call at least to let him know. But communicating by machine was not her thing.

By degrees he became aware that the still full mug of tea in his hand had grown cold. He thought about going into the large kitchen that was the heart of the cottage to make another but the will to move was lacking. He thought about moving away from the window to sit on the overstuffed sofa near the merrily burning fire, perhaps to read his latest antiquarian find. However he didn't move, instead resuming staring out the window at the snowed in lane. A passing thought lodged deeper into his consciousness that this was his future, alone and waiting.

He hoped that this Slayer business was worth losing so many pieces of the real Rupert.

Challenge 23

2006-12-03T23:04:45Z

Ok, we've been kinda slow around here lately, so I'll try to do and easy challenge.

Challenge 23 is Snow and/or White

See what you can come up with for those two words. Remember, any ASHBLF, any pairing, etc. Let's kick December off right and give us lots of good drabbles.

Closing Challenge 22

2006-12-03T20:36:22Z

I'm closing challenge 22 with no entries. I forgot about this and left it open longer than planned, and still we had no entries. I may revive this challenge later.

monkeyscorpion should be along soon with the next challenge.

Challenge 22

2006-11-06T15:51:54Z

For this challenge, the theme is cars. Take it how you will.

Have fun with this!

Entries will be due in two weeks. The due date is Sunday, November 19.

Rules for the challenge are located here.

Challenge 21 Closed

2006-11-06T05:12:55Z

This time, the kudos go to mythichistorian for Souvenir!

Thanks to both of our participants. Over to you, mrsdrake! :)

Challenge 21

2006-10-24T00:34:19Z

Challenge 21

Author: Lilithangel

Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint

Fandom: BtVS

Character: Giles

Genre/Rating: character pieces PG13 for references to m/m relationships.

Summary: Two drabbles for the challenge. The first is the Ripper I created for a series which has Spike turning Rupert Giles in the 1980’s and the Crow manip is exactly how I envisioned him, the second is purely inspired by khaoschilde (100 words each)

Crow

He died in an alley at the fangs of a blue-eyed demon god and woke to a world so rich in taste and smells that seemed more real than the dream he had left behind.

He could remember when duty and right were supposed to be his life after playtime finished. Now the night was his playground for eternity.

Darkness, magic and blood fed him. His midnight lord succoured him and his raven princess taught him how to bleed.

It was all he had never admitted needing until he sank to his knees in that alley and welcomed beautiful death.

Ripper

‘Rogue demon hunter’ Ripper smirked as he swung down off his motorcycle. Wyndham-Pryce had no concept of how to pull the look off. The boy was good looking but he just wasn’t dark enough for such a title, and Ripper was going to teach him why.

The leathers had to hug your body like a lover and you had to move like the predator you were to be a rogue anything.

Surveying the area Ripper moved closer to his prey…

“Giles, are you listening?”

Giles shook free of the daydream and turned his attention to his slayer with a sigh.

END

Challenge 21: Souvenir (Giles/Ethan)

2006-10-23T21:56:19Z

Souvenir

Author: Pythia

Fandom: BTVS

Word count: 300

Rating: FRC

Notes: An interlude in what’s obviously a much longer story (although I haven't written it as yet!), inspired by the wonderful graphic by khaoschilde

The bird came in through the window, flew around the room and landed, perfectly companionably, on Ripper’s proffered hand. Ethan blinked.

“When I said ‘I want you to eat crow,’ I didn’t mean it literally,” he drawled. Ripper threw him a look.

“Idiot,” he muttered, gently stroking the bird’s feathers to reassure it. “It’s not a crow, it’s a young raven. And it’s mine. Souvenir of the spirit quest I took trying to find you. Remember?”

Ethan blinked again. He did remember. Remembered the way the spirit wolf had come to him in his dreams – walking beside him as he prowled the military compound, looking for a way out. Its fur had been tinged with starlight and the magic had whispered the way that he could be free …

“That was you?”

Ripper smiled, getting to his feet and strolling across to join the man sprawled across the bed. The raven hopped from his hand and perched itself on the bedpost. “That was me. The raven followed me home. But I gather that’s – quite common, if you walk the spirit world that way.”

Ethan blinked a third time. Slowly. Taking in what wasn’t being said. “You went pretty deep.”

“Yes.”

“You surrendered yourself to the wolf. Walked in its skin?”

“Yes.”

“There was a chance - you might not have come back …”

“Yes.”

There was a long pause. Then Ethan glanced up at the raven, which cocked its head and stared at him with one black, glittering eye. “And he calls me an idiot,” the sorcerer muttered disconcertedly. “Where’s the wolf now?”

“Watching Buffy.” Ripper grinned with sudden mischief. “She thinks I gave her a puppy for Christmas.”

Ethan echoed the grin, imagining it – the Slayer, guarded by a spirit wolf that she thought she was teaching to fetch …

Challenge 21

2006-10-23T05:23:42Z

Ooh and aah over the lovely ASH manips by khaoschilde (don't forget: feedback is love!) here (four graphics, not dial-up friendly, and one may be a wee bit dodgy for work due to the leather/chain factor, though there's nothing you wouldn't see on network TV).

Then, give one (or more) of those images a story.

Please be sure to note (if it isn't obvious from the drabble) which image (or images) inspired you.

The challenge will run until November 5th. The rules are on our info page, if you need a refresher.

Have fun, and happy drabbling!

Challenge Closed

2006-10-05T03:50:03Z

Sorry this is late. I was ill, and I have memory issues. There was only one entry, so that one wins. But as I'm now sleep deprived from being up too long after being sick, I will shut up and edit this post when I can make more sense. I don't even remember who posts the next challenge. :)

Again, sorry for my forgetfulness and lack of tact with this post.

Power cut - Little Britain Sebastian/Prime Minister

2006-09-20T09:01:02Z

this didn't end up having much to do with camping *grin* but it does has Sebastian in it and you don't get much campier than him...

Power cut

Author: Lilithangel

Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint

Fandom: Little Britain

Characters: Sebastian, the Prime Minister

Rating: General

Warnings: none really, mild slashy overtone if you can call it slashy when it is the reason for the show...

Word count: 250

Disclaimer: if they were actually mine I think I would be nuttier than they are. I own nothing, no point in suing.

Summary: well… the lights go out in the Prime Minister’s office.

Sebastian was entering the Prime Minister’s office when the lights went out, and he squealed with shock.

“Sebastian it’s only a power cut,” the Prime Minister’s voice came out of the darkness, “you can get off me.”

“Yes Prime Minister, just one moment.”

“What are you doing?” the Prime Minister demanded his voice slightly strained.

“Looking for the candle I left here Prime Minister,” Sebastian said.

“That is not a candle,” the Prime Minister’s voice would have been stern if not for the squeak at the end.

“Oh my,” Sebastian hummed, “silly me. Now it should be somewhere over here…”

A match flared and a candle was lit to reveal the Prime Minister pressed against the back of the couch with Sebastian practically straddling him, stretched out to reach the candle that was apparently stuffed down the arm of the couch.

“There we are.” Sebastian placed the candle on the table and climbed regretfully off the Prime Minister, “now isn’t this cosy. We can light a fire, toast marshmallows while we wait for rescue. Maybe even tell ghost stories… whoooo… and sing songs,” he grabbed hold of the Prime Minister’s hand, “come on, Kumbaya…”

“Sebastian,” the Prime Minister pulled his hand free, “it is a power cut not a camp out. We can just go outside and wait for them to fix the lights.”

“Well,” Sebastian managed to flounce without standing up, “If that’s the way you want to be.” He stood up, went over to the door and switched on the lights, “we’ll just get back to work then shall we?”

END

OT - thank you

2006-09-20T07:42:00Z

Some wonderful person nominated "Meeting the Prime Minister" for the Bodice Ripper Awards and I just wanted to say thank you. This is the first fic I have ever had nominated and it is thanks to this wonderful group.
*hugs*
Lili

Challenge 20

2006-09-20T01:14:45Z

Sorry I didn't get this up last night. I didn't know what I wanted to do for the challenge. Actually, still don't.

Ok, here we go.

Challenge 20 is CAMPING

Take your ASHBLF camping. And please, I'm begging you...more than just Giles, ok? I love him to pieces, but where's everybody else?

If you need a brush up on the rules, check the info. Otherwise this challenge will be closed on October 1st.

Happy ~~camping~~ writing.

Closing Challenge 19

2006-09-18T14:21:01Z

I'm going ahead and closing this challenge.

The winner is:

Concert by lilithbint

monkeyscorpion will be along soon with the next challenge.

Challenge 19 Extended

2006-09-11T02:37:08Z

Hi, everyone!

Just passing along word from mrsdrake that the current challenge will be extended by one more week, ending on the 17th.

Happy drabbling!

Challenge 19 - Concert BtVS - Giles

2006-08-23T08:22:06Z

Concert

Author: Lilithangel

Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint

Fandom: BtVS

Characters: Giles, Spike, Dawn

Genre: humour, slight slash.

Summary: after Buffy’s leap Giles attempts to bring a smile back to Dawn’s face and ends up somewhere he never imagined. This is in fact the epilogue of a slightly longer fic called ‘Queuing’ which can be found at my Live Journal.

It was loud and thin like the drawn out scream of a dying Garog demon, and it went on and on. Behind it and above it was the pounding shuffle of thousands of feet counterpoint to the higher again pitched shriek of thousands of teenage girls worshipping in adoration at the feet of their idols.

Looking at Dawn’s face as she jumped up and down screaming with euphoria Giles knew the sacrifice was worth it. Seeing Spike standing there in music agony meant it wasn’t even that much of a sacrifice.

It had been the vampire objecting to Dawn’s choice of clothing rather Giles, and the vampire who had crumpled under the pressure of sad doe eyes. While Giles was gifted moderate approval for his jeans and leather jacket, and a sly grin at Spike’s expense.

Being surrounded by hundreds of screaming teenagers Giles decided it was better to be thought of as Spike’s boyfriend than some sort of creepy old man, and he hung on tight to the back of the ever present leather jacket when they squeezed through the crowd to patrol the shadows of the park.

However it seemed that ‘N Sync music was a better demon deterrent than a patrolling watcher and vampire. All they managed to do was surprise a number of amorous young people many of whom he recognised from study hall.

When Spike pinned him against a tree and proceeded to join in the activity Giles couldn’t find it in himself to object. After all he wasn’t a librarian any longer no matter what those children thought.

Here he was just a man with a disturbingly talented partner attempting to suck his brains out through his tongue. While not so cool flesh pressed up against him letting him know the desire was reciprocated.

Challenge 19

2006-08-21T16:59:34Z

For this challenge, take one ASHBLF and take him somewhere he wouldn't normally be found. Why is he there? How did he get there? What happens to him?

Have fun with this!

Entries will be due in two weeks. The due date is Sunday, September 3.

Rules for the challenge are located here.

Closing Challenge 18

2006-08-21T02:57:09Z

Well, two nifty entries this time! After much deliberation, this round goes to

lilithbint's Dinner with the Prime Minister!

Thanks to lilithbint and mythichistorian for participating, and to crossover_news for linking to both drabbles.

Over to you, mrsdrake!

Challenge 18 - Dinner with the Prime Minister

2006-08-08T08:45:23Z

Dinner with the Prime Minister

Author: Lilithangel

Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint

Fandom: Xover BtVS/Little Britain

Genre: humour, mild slashy overtones

Warning: see above

Rating: G/Teen

Characters: Giles, Sebastian, Michael

Disclaimer: if they were mine I would rule the world, sadly all I own is one long suffering husband.

Summary: Giles met the Prime Minister and now they are going to have dinner together. Sebastian is not pleased. Set after ‘Meeting the Prime Minister.’ This community started it so I am blaming you...

A discreet black car pulled up to Giles’ apartment exactly at seven o’clock. Giles had been ready for over an hour after changing his clothes three times.

He had been appalled to see just how many of his clothes were tweed. He had no idea when he had turned completely into a librarian.

He finally settled on the one suit he owned that didn’t have leather patches on the elbows. He then proceeded to pace the floor of his small flat trying not to look out of the window every second minute.

His time on the hellmouth had honed his observation skills so he did notice the baby blue beetle parked outside his building, but his nerves were so tight it barely registered.

“Rupert,” Michael smiled as the driver opened the door to let Giles in, “so good to see you again.”

“You too, Michael.” Giles sat down awkwardly next to Michael.

“I hope you like Italian, We’re booked into my favourite bistro,” Michael smiled again.

“Sounds wonderful,” Giles said smiling in return.

As they entered the restaurant Giles noted absently that the same baby blue beetle was parked across the street.

Sipping on pre-dinner cocktails they started to find out more about each other leaning across the candlelit table in mirror image. Hands almost touching where they relaxed grey eyes crinkled in humour as they both ordered the same thing for entrées.

“Oh my god, what a coincidence,” a voice broke the connection between them, “here I was just fancying a quick bite to eat and here you two are.” Sebastian pulled up a chair and sat next to the Prime Minister.

“Sebastian,” Michael blinked, “didn’t you book the table for me?”

“Did I?” Sebastian pursed his lips slightly in thought, “well so I did. Imagine me forgetting that.” He glared at Giles.

“Good heavens it is dark here, how can you possibly see anything?” Sebastian placed a large candelabra onto the table and lit the candles effectively blocking Michael’s view of Giles.

“Your usual Prime Minister?” Sebastian said.

“Actually Rupert and I had decided to try the scallop fettuccini,” Michael replied.

“Well,” Sebastian huffed sending another glare in Giles’ direction, “we are trying all sorts of new things tonight aren’t we?”

Blinking, Michael moved the candelabra off to one side and smiled at Giles.

A waiter arrived with a fruit encrusted cocktail for Sebastian. Sebastian twirled the little umbrella around and with a glare at Giles stabbed one of the cherries. Looking at the Prime Minister he sucked the cherry with enthusiasm before swallowing it.

Michael looked at him oddly and then returned his attention to Giles. They began to continue their interrupted discussion when a hand flailed out and knocked a glass of water into Giles’ lap.

Giles leapt to his feet with a cry of dismay.

“I am so sorry,” Sebastian said. He dabbed a cloth roughly at Giles’ crotch.

Michael snatched it off Sebastian and gently dabbed it over the wet patch much to Giles’ embarrassment.

“Sebastian,” Michael said sternly, “I think it is time you left.”

“Yes… but…” Sebastian was silenced by the Prime Minister raising a hand at every word, “but…”

“Just go,” Michael said.

Sebastian sulked away keeping his head twisted around to watch the table stopping several times to look at the Prime Minister beseechingly.

Sebastian finally left the restaurant only to appear pressed up against the window watching as Michael apologised again to Giles.

Ignoring the thin blond man plastered to the glass Michael and Giles sat back down as the waiter cleared away the disaster Sebastian had made.

Two policemen peeled Sebastian off the window and attempted to escort him away. Sebastian’s lips were moving frantically as he scolded the police and his hands flailed at them ineffectually.

The baby blue beetle swerved off the road and hit a lamp post when the car did not drop Giles off at his apartment but instead continued on to Number 10.

THE END

Challenge 18 - It's all done with mirrors

2006-08-07T22:47:19Z

When plot bunnies bite, they bite hard ...

Title: It’s all done with mirrors

Word count: 300

Rating: G

Challenge 18 - Xover: BTVS/Jonathan Creek

“Come on, Giles, it should be fun.’

“Fun? Witnessing a stage magician present fake illusions in the pretence that he’s a master of real magic? Why not just re-enact a ritual sacrifice or two? Summon a few live demons, film it for television and broadcast it the name of entertainment? Some of us might find that amusing.”

Willow grinned. “You’re just grumpy because you couldn’t get to see Sigfried and Roy when you were in Vegas. I know this guy doesn’t use white lions, but he’s supposed to be really, really good. Come on,” she cajoled a second time. “You’ll love it. Trying to second guess his tricks. Figuring how to do it for real. All the business – and the show – and … stuff.”

Giles raised a knowing eyebrow at her. “And I suppose the fact that he surrounds himself with innumerable scantily clad girls has nothing to do with why you are so eager to attend?”

She couldn’t quite smother her momentary blush. “Course not,” she denied, a little too quickly to be believed. “Andrew took Buffy and Dawn to see him in Rome. Last month. Buffy said … well, actually, I didn’t quite understand what she said, but … she did say he was amazing, and she just couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw him on stage. And then she made me promise to take you, the next time he did a show in London. So hey - tickets. Promise to a Slayer. Your Slayer. Whatdya say?”

Giles considered her expression – eager, pleading, and with just a hint of hopeful expectation – and reluctantly acquiesced, just as she knew he would. “Very well,” he sighed. “I suppose I could do with an evening off. But this Adam … Klaus? He’d better be as entertaining as you suggest …”