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Today I got up to the incredibly noise of workers cutting through concrete outside. ONly went in for one lecture and went to the bank, then came home and vaccuumed and did some of my french assignment due Friday. Really not very exciting, but since I did it on the other comp I got bored and...erm, creative. So lots of creativity to show today. Still can't get on to Tom. Want to see 28 Days Later.

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Quill of Doom Chapter 64

The Quill knows there are all kinds of torture. It believes in the traditional methods, certainly—Chinese water torture and slow pain. It also has seen emotional torture. Mental torture. But even the Quill, with all its experience, couldn’t watch the torture it was inflicting upon the wimpy lawyer Gavin now.

The Quill, you see, had been starting to feel very under-appreciated. It was getting sick and tired of those insane fans up above ground sitting at their computers, laughing and taking credit for all the death and violence that had been going on in the Cleveland hellmouth. The Quill couldn’t help but feel as though it was doing all the dirty work. It was manhandled and swapped around, forced to write everything from blind violence to *shudder* limericks, the most irritating form of writing known to man and pen.

So finally the Quill decided to get its own back. It searched its (admittedly brief but very intelligent) memory for the most awful, the most torturous creation it could think of. Then it began, sketching bodies and filling them in until they came to life, then writing the words that were to come out of their mouths. Words it had never desired to hear again.

They were ready. His very own army of tone-deaf, overly-made up girls dressed like whores.
An army of Spice.
They left hundreds in their wake, the mad and the helpless. Some spontaneously combusted, some vomited for hours. Others still simply lost their minds; the three witches were sent completely mad, cackling manically and plotting to take over the world with the use of magic. Well, possibly they weren’t changed at all, but hey, they were still really irritated.
But none were so badly affected as Gavin.

The army followed Gavin for an hour, a day, a week; over and over they sang, the same goddamned infernal song:
Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,
Say you can handle my love are you for real,
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me
you gotta listen carefully,
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face,
we got G like MC who likes it on an
Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady,
and as for me you'll see,
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and wind it all around.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,
Make it last forever friendship never ends,
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
First, Gavin’s body reacted. He screamed, he knocked himself unconscious repeatedly, he cried for hours. He put out his eyes so he could no longer see their hideous forms. He cut off his own ears, but it didn’t work; he could still hear them.
Then Gavin went mad. He laughed and cried simultaneously, while dancing the Russian jig; he sang with them; he married a penguin. Or maybe he imagined that part. There was no way of telling, really. He was crazy after all. Finally, he could take it no longer.

Gavin threw himself off a cliff.

Miles away, a crazed fangirl sat in her lecture theatre and smiled in grim satisfaction at once again subjecting the Quill of Doom to her will. She held it out for the next writer to grab.

Not my best, but meh.

Link of the day is

psychodragon82's NC17 icons in case anyone writes Buffy. I don't so I made my own. The credit has to go to

jodyorjen for the quote.

Pics of the day--"I write NC17 fic" icons, all of them, are below. I got carried away. By the way BIGHUGS and thanks to the wonderfulfantastic

sadako_chan for making me my awesome s8er elves icon!!!!

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