take advantage of me!

[fahye]

Holy crap, everyone, I appear to be experiencing a momentary LULL IN UNI WORK.

Let's all take a moment to appreciate this, shall we?










Okay.

In celebration, I am running a drabbles-for-icons festival. Because I would like some new icons, and I'm in the mood to write drabbles. There are many shows that I love and yet have a bizarre dearth of icons for - Arrested Development, Buffy, Scrubs, Grey's Anatomy and House all fall in this category. And movies! Movie icons! And yes, of course that was a blatant hint.

Post a request and I'll drabble while you icon. If the drabble sucks, you can maliciously sabotage the icon. Bien? Bien!

ETA: If you consider yourself to be extirely lacking in icon skillz, then I am also amenable to a simple drabble exchange :)

Comments

[dopplegl.livejournal.com]

I want.....

Oh! House! On Grey's Anatomy! He has been called in for a special case and Christina is just DYING to be the intern working the case with him. Snark, LOADS of Snark.

The Ducklings can come along if you want.

And, as incentive, for every 300 words you write, I will make you can icon.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

PSA: CALEB IS A MANIPULATIVE BEAST. SADLY, I LOVE HIS ICONS AND THIS PROMPT TOO MUCH TO REFUSE.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

If there were ever, hypothetically, a really good House/Wire in the Blood crossover, I might, hypothetically . . .

Well, I have no caps from any shows on your list, but I uh. Could resume my BSG icon vendetta.

This might, hypothetically, be something I have thought about a lot.

[dopplegl.livejournal.com]

CALEB FTW! \o/

*flees into the night*

[sophistry]

Oh! Write me... write me Raguel-Camiel. I am suddenly curious about what I think is, so far, the one completely untouched dynamic amongst the ethereals.

(Camiel helped out on Plants. Nobody: *is surprised*)

Any particular icon request?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

...I will never sleep again. You KNOW how crossovers devour my brain.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I have caps of these movies:

2046
A Very Long Engagement
Angels in America (not...in fact...a movie...UMMM)
Camille Claudel
Design for Living
Dreams
French Cancan
House of Sand & Fog
King Lear
The Grand Illusion
L'Auberge Espagnole
L'Homme du Train
Maria Full of Grace
Moulin Rouge
Mulholland Drive
Rear Window
Sunset Boulevard
Tae Guk Gi
The Motion Picture Boys in the Great War
The Saddest Music in the World
Velvet Goldmine
Yossi & Jagger

GOSH, DOES IT SHOW THAT I USE MY OWN CAPS? MAYBE A TINY BIT? I'm going to go . . . pretend I am a sane human being.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I have considered this myself, and I feel the WitB kids would be better transported into House than vice versa, because that way no one has to die.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

And suddenly I'm curious too!

Your icons are unfailingly lovely. Um. Maybe something nicely symbolic for the upcoming plot? Plot-generic or Lucifer-specific, I don't mind.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I will up Caleb's offer at 1 or more icons/50 words.

Yeah: you heard me.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

...you have finally seen Moulin Rouge?

I would adore forever any icons from MR or Angels in America.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

That is a very good point.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I told you about it at the time. Also, I've totally made you an icon from it before.

On it!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

:O!

(that's just because you have Compulsive Iconning From Caps disorder, which I expect will be listed by the DSM-IV ANY DAY NOW)

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

UMMMM, IF YOU SPEAK OF IT, IT MIGHT GO AWAY. NOBODY WANTS THAT.

Except my tendons. :(

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

If you're willing to wait until later for a return drabble, since I'll be booted off the computer soon and made to shift furniture more, I request Martin Blank with a contract on a) the Easter Bunny or b) Santa.

*grins*

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

I do like that icon.

[shati.livejournal.com]

Buffy drabble! What sort of Buffy icon would you like?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I am in favour of: Spike, Faith, Buffy, any combination of the above. Or Giles. Or Willow with hot hair. MAN, I AM SO DECISIVE. You choose. *waves hands*

Prompt for drabble?

[pathstotread.livejournal.com]

I'm going to bed right now, so any iconage I will have to owe you. But write me, um....pilots. (Predictably, she says.) Their first time flying together in S3.

[shati.livejournal.com]

Can do. :D

Hmm. Buffy and Faith, clubbing post-"Chosen"?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

The hall of creation has every colour that could be imagined; every colour that has been imagined, by every angel, since Colour itself came into being. But in the end and from the beginning all colours (as with everything) stem and have stemmed from the Name. All of Creation is to the glory, for the glory, of the glory.

Camiel hums to himself and remembers something that Taphael was commended for a little while ago. That gorgeous arc of refracted light, like a sampler for the shades of the universe.

I've been told to put it away, Taphael told him. It's for later. It will be a symbol of something very important.

Everything is a symbol.

The hall of creation has every colour and yet none, Camiel thinks, is as lovely as the green that stains his fingertips.

"If I could interrupt for a moment..."

He looks up to find an unfamiliar angel studying him with a piercing, sharp gaze that makes him uncomfortable for a moment.

"Yes?"

"Are you Camiel? I was told I might find you here." The newcomer's voice has power behind it, rippling out into the eternity of the hall, and Camiel bows his head more or less on instinct.

"I am."

"I am Raguel, the Vengeance of the Lord," the angel says, absently picking up a discarded leaf. Camiel's eyes widen. "A problem has arisen and I am looking for...a clue. A message. I have been told that you have a gift with such things."

Ah. He should have known. Camiel nods and turns to the huge worktable, his hands dancing over the fronds and petals and leaves, his eyes falling closed as he lets the meanings seep into him. An emotion for every green finger and a message for every whorl on the pads of his thumbs.

He opens his eyes and picks up a long stem. Holds it out to the Vengeance.

"It is called yellow hyacinth," he says, tasting the words for the first time and knowing them to be true. It means -

(everything is a symbol)

- jealousy. Does that help you?"

Raguel's eyes are clear and yet unreadable, his fingers sure and gentle on the stem of the flower. "Thank you," he says. "I think it does."

Camiel has words on the edge of his lips, questions, a wild burning wish to know more, but there is an urgency and a forbidding feel to the power in Raguel's voice. He remains silent; watching, wishing. The Vengeance of the Lord soars upwards, leaving a single charred leaf that makes trembling zigzags in the air as it falls.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

It was a very good thing, Martin thought, that he had his psychiatrist on speed-dial.

"Hello?"

"Hello! Hi. It's Martin -"

The man groaned. "Martin. It's Christmas Eve. I am having dinner with my family. Whatever breakdown you're having, can't you just postpone it until Boxing Day?"

"This won't take long, I promise, please, please, come on..."

A heavy sigh. "What is it?"

"Okay." Martin tucked his phone under his chin and adjusted the sights of his rifle. "If a person was to kill a very important symbolic figure from his or her childhood, maybe, um, someone that represented parental love through the medium of mercenary gain, would that person suffer any sort of trauma?"

"Kill..." Incredulity and wine-infused disapproval hung behind the doctor's voice. "Martin, are you calling me from a job? Again? Because you know I told you -"

"Come on, I'm serious! D'you think there could be lasting emotional damage?"

"I...I don't know, Martin, and quite frankly I'm not quite sure that you could give yourself any more issues if you tried." His voice was gaining that faintly hysterical tone that tended to emerge only at the end of two-hour sessions. And he hardly ever got riled up enough to make snitty remarks. Very unprofessional, Martin thought disapprovingly, clicking his silencer into place.

"Well, forget it then."

"Right. Merry Christmas, Martin. Goodbye, Martin."

"One more thing..."

"What?"

"Do you think Santa, um, knows if there are no children actually in a house, or is putting out traditional foodstuffs enough of a bait? Um, hypothetically. Because if -"

Click.

Martin sighed, shoved his phone back into his pocket, and wished he'd kept the leftover ginger cookies and brandy close to hand. It was going to be a long night.

[sophistry]

Ahhhh. I've reread this about six times, now, and every time I pick up on something different. It's... clean, somehow, and lush. I don't know. Like I can smell the greenery.

Before I re-read again, icons! I wasn't sure exactly how closely we're going to be following Moore's layout, as it were, but nevertheless:

    

A slightly more generic one:



A faintly Luciferian one, from the pages of book three:



And a VERY SPECIAL BONUS:

[fahye.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAH WEEPING GORILLA.

Oh. Oh, you genius. They're fantastic.