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I totally blame [livejournal.com profile] nugatorytm for this one....



So, I wrote Under the Gaydar as yet another attempt to do N/C, and massively failed. BUT! [livejournal.com profile] nugatorytm came up with highly amusing angel names for the band. So, since what my AU needs right now is ANOTHER DANG AU, this came out....


"Doods, I am Whatdehel, da magical dooooood!"

"Scho, you're magical? Well, I'm fat! I'm a FAT ANGEL. Juscht let me kill myself now," pouted Urinel.

"What ams you beens smoksing now," inquired Kisntel.

"Ah'm high on ANJIL DUST doods!"

"Kisntel ams poksing me wit' his wings tip!' whined Sospeshel.

"Angelic guys, can we try to, ah, put the wings away at the, ah, BAND MEETINGS?" Sariel inquired.

"YOU NEVER LET US DO ANYTHING!" Loudiyel shouted.

"I let you have some of my, ah, PIE last week."

"No, dudes, you ams ates it all."

"No pie! Isch it becausch I'm fat? Isch that why?"

"Oh, that's, ah, right. Well, I really love my PIE, as I am an, uh, ANGEL."

"But we're all angel doooooods now!"

"Well, you still don't get any of my, ah, fucking pie. OK, gotta go."

"Hey, why aren't you CHAIRING THE FUCKING BAND MEETING?"

"This is, ah, slash fiction, and now I need to go have HOT ANGEL SEX with my boyfriend."

"Ams we gets da pies?"

"No. No you don't."

"Thisch alternate universche fucking schucks!"

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, William, why don't you inquire with Sushi about her werewolf AU instead? Good day."

"Hrm. Hot werewolf scheschx!"

"I ams still wants da pies."

Date: 2011-03-20 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zsomeone.livejournal.com
The possibilities are endless, aren't they? Watching you write all this is like watching a sweater unravel, a zillion random strings all over the place, yet it's all still connected.

Actually, I don't think sweaters work that way, but I don't knit. Substitute thready material of your choice.

Date: 2011-03-20 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tikific.livejournal.com
I have NO IDEA how sweaters work (she said proudly).

I was terrible today. I need to write something sad. I can write silly shit forever, but when something bad happens.... So I cleaned out my closet, went to check out PO box, ate some pie, surfed the web for angel images, wrote a drabble.....
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