stolen from Clairza

[fahye]

Fuckit. I'm not getting any work done tonight.

Reply with an icon, and I'll write you a ficlet about it.

ETA: My brain has pretty much shut down, but I will keep writing these tomorrow; if you want to request one then do feel free to leave a comment :)

Comments

[unravels.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha, you beat me to it! And yes, I think you are.

Also, can I steal that icon? Mine is kind of crap and yours... is not. Will credit & stuff. :]

[sophistry]

Ahahahahaa. I think this, like. Says something about us, though I am not sure what. I kind of find myself wishing there was an R/C icon, just to see what Fahye would write.

Anyway, yes. Steal away. :D

And I almost replied to this comment from aj_crawley, and then was like " - WAIT, NO."

[unravels.livejournal.com]

You know... I haven't actually requested one from Fahye yet.

I may have to consider this an icon challenge. XD Though this one is possibly a good start.



Wow. Raguel gets around.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*molests that icon*

*racks up a few more hundred on the therapy bill*

~

It's a moral condununun -

dilemma. Thing. That's what it is. Because keeping Raguel's glass full is probably the proper and demonic thing to do, and yet Crowley is not sure if what's happening is proper at all. Maybe next time - and where did those two words come from, huh? - he won't match the angel drink for drink, as that could be considered almost counterproductive. But it's apple brandy, and it's very good, and they're on neutral ground, right?

Right.

They're talking about something. The people they know. It's a warm night and Raguel has rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, undone the top few buttons, and he's looking sullenly at the table with his empty glass pressed against his cheek and muttering about Lucifer and the unfairness of everything.

Crowley looks across the room, where Lucifer is talking to River. The girl and the devil look intent, mercurial, half-amused, and Crowley's fingers itch. Yeah. Unfair.

He pours them some more drinks.

A little later they're swapping stories about the eighteenth century and Raguel's always looked a little too scruffy for his own good but just at this moment he's got a shining tendril of too-long hair curling down across his forehead like a question mark, like a challenge, like Crowley is supposed to open his mouth and give the answer to life the universe and everything when he doesn't even know what the question is, and now he can't stop following that one strand of hair down its corkscrew twist and down again and oops, was that ever a bad idea.

Raguel meets his eyes, looking just a bit sozzled and - behind the cynicism, which is only iris-deep - abruptly, painfully artless.

Crowley swallows hard.

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

YOU SUCK

for raguel/crowley has been challenged for me and this is SO MUCH BETTER than anything I will come up with.

X(

[unravels.livejournal.com]

*flails* AND THEN WHAT??

Oh my God. Poor Crowley. ;)

It's hard to see how this pairing could even be contemplated, but it feels utterly natural. You rule at writing UST, and drunken staring leading to a Moment seems not only plausible, but obvious - why hasn't this happened, again? :P

On the other hand, Raguel's already bonded with more than one character over bitching about Lucifer, so in part it already has. XD Thank you, thank you!! I'll just be over here at the bar, drowning my unworthiness in drink. I actually pulled a bottle of apple brandy out of a box at my parents' last night, helping them unpack from their move. *toasts*

Never has this icon been more appropriate.

[sophistry]

annysthetized: Hmm. I wonder if I could write R/C
annysthetized: *ponders*
scuba soph: *thinks you should try!*
annysthetized: I'll think on it.
scuba soph: it would inevitably end messily
scuba soph: in the sense of crispy grease smear on the kitchen floor
annysthetized: Haaaaaaaa oh man
scuba soph: because Crowley really is just that annoying.
annysthetized: I'm just... you say that, and I was picturing Raguel with a pot belly and a white vest with stains all over it, and Crowley getting heckled while making himself pretty and stepping fastidiously over beer cans.
scuba soph: dsjkflksjdghkddskjfhg
annysthetized: Sometimes I have very vivid mental images.
annysthetized: *still laughing*
scuba soph: no, it would be more like
scuba soph: HOW COME I AM ALWAYS THE ONE TO DO THE WASHING-UP
scuba soph: BECAUSE YOU ARE A NEAT-FREAK
scuba soph: BETTER THAN BEING A SL- *WHOOMPH*
annysthetized: AHAHHAHAHAHAHA
annysthetized: see, now I have to write it.
annysthetized: *thwaps*
scuba soph: >:D

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

OMG YOU MUST DO IT!

Actually ALL /R fic is funny and/or fantastic.

Re: Never has this icon been more appropriate.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

...see now you've used that icon it totally has to be screenplay!Crowley.

Re: Never has this icon been more appropriate.

[unravels.livejournal.com]

*falls over DEAD FROM CACKLE*

Re: Never has this icon been more appropriate.

[dopplegl.livejournal.com]

*DEAD*