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Short drabble is short! (And redundant but this is Addy we're talking about.) Part 2 of the series of Hime's Christmas gifts!

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The energy signature is faint. It buzzes absently in his head, a minor blip, not even registering a vibration in his helmet. But there was something, someone, skittering in the walls. He could feel it bypassing wires and grids, ducking beneath security measures and sweeps.

When it ignores the path leading to the power core of his fortress, he knows where its goal is. He wonders briefly, not concerned enough to ponder on it for more than a few seconds, whether it was aware of or expecting the other surprise guest he was currently attending to.

He shakes his head, makes a polite rejection of the proffered assistance, and assures his welcomed visitor he prefers his own methods.

Painted lips part with a request coated in poisoned sugar. He counters with venomous honey but concedes at the pout and the delicious malice that laces every word and gesture.

He senses it was drawing closer to his private quarters, makes no indication of this knowledge, save for the trail his gaze burns from his desk to the wall directly in front of him.

He leans back in his seat and waits, displaying the patience he's learned and honed throughout the decades. He feels the point of an elbow dig into his shoulder as the owner leans forward to point, with the other hand, at the exact spot he had trained his sights on.

A quick nod of confirmation.

Two pairs of eyes flicker, one set fuchsia, the other gold.

Energy speeds out from flesh, sharpening and converging into slender destruction. Fissures crackle where the bolts of light connect with the wall.

The air is heavy with the stench of seared plaster, melted plastic, burnt skin, and charred fur. The wall collapses under the weight of the body lurking behind it.

An annoyed frown hides behind metal, "I believe I will consider your suggestion of making an example of the staff members who don't meet my standards."

( A languid smiles pull across a face. "It'll inspire them to catch the vermin before they manage to sneak in." )

Title: Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Disclaimers: Ben 10, Ben 10: Alien Force, and their respective characters belong to Man of Action. RR-Verse setting belongs to taedenitespiral. Angela is mine.
A/N: Part 2 of this supposed one-shot. Ack, it's turning into a monster and it's getting harder to resist the desire to do a word-count-quota for each "part." Bad Addy is Bad! It's shorter than the first part by a hundred or so words. But lemme know if things seem a bit rushed or jarring or out of place. The skeleton outline wouldn't let me flesh itself out because it was screaming "NO! NO MOAR WORDS!" Or maybe that was just the automatic self-censor in the back of my head?
Completely irrelevant: 5,048 words. Yeah, idk either @.@

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( "Drop a Heart, Break a Name" a.k.a. The significance was lost on him, which really was the point when you thought about it. )

So. Remember the grainy Fake Surveillance Footages! I posted several months ago? Yeah, I managed to buy a Vilgax one in the same toyline 8DDDDDD I do not have pictures of him because right now, it's with the boyfriend.

What Vilgax is doing over there is simple: Undergoing a sex-change operation.

The boyfriend has taken a cutter and shaved off the spike-things on Vilgax's shoulders and knee-pads. Once the bf finds a rubber-type of paint, he will be repainting Vilgax's armor a lovely shade of red and will be adding a beauty mark on the tentacle below his lip.

I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE FINISHED PRODUCT. YOU HAVE NO IDEA X3

Title: Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Disclaimers: Ben 10, Ben 10: Alien Force, and their respective characters belong to Man of Action. RR-Verse setting belongs to taedenitespiral. Angela is mine.
A/N: For taedenitespiral

The fic once it's in its finished entirety is part 1 of 3 in the series that is your Christmas gift(s). They will come in increments because I am lame like that and take forever to do anything. I HAVE SEEN THE ROUGH SKETCH OF PART 3 AND IT IS EFFING AMAZING I WILL NOT SAY MOAR THAN THAT! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! And because I am lame, I consider the entire thing to be a one-shot, which I will compile before I post it to DA. But for now, I post this here. Because it is Christmas and I wanted to give you something on the day. So, enjoy the non-cliff hangerness of this, uh, snippet? Excerpt? EXCERPT, YES! LET US GO WITH THAT!
Completely irrelevant: 5,164 words. JHC WAT IS UP WITH THAT?!

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( "I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song" a.k.a. The twist that isn't really a twist, which technically makes it pretty straightforward. )

Dear self,

When the outline of your one-shot is 1,800-odd word long, and your actual finished product is shaping up to be a little over 700 words?

YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG!

No love,
Me

P.S.
When said one-shot mushrooms from a 700-odd word string of drivel to a 3700-odd word pile of I-don't-know-what YOU JUST KEEP ON GOING!

P.P.S.
DO NOT CUT IT UP INTO PARTS JUST BECAUSE IT'S OVER 5000 WORDS LONG! You know you're going to start doing a word-count-quota and you know you're going to start padding. PADDING IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD >:[

*The underwater elevator "dings" almost happily as a familiar figure steps out.  He crosses the room to observe the little artificial tree and plastic ornaments he had given Angela to amuse herself with over the holidays. He hears her enter the room behind him.* Gina loved your present, Angela.  That was very thoughtful of you. Oh, my...there appears to be one more. Merry Christmas, Angela. *He nods towards her small tree and suddenly, there is something there that wasn't earlier. A small blue velvet pouch that is tied with black silk ribbon is hanging from one of the tree's higher branches, out of Marbella's reach.  Angela's name is embroidered on the bag in gold lettering.* *Inside it there is...*

Merry Christmas, Mom! *He offers her a small box wrapped in silver paper with snowflakes on it, tied with a blue bow. Inside, wrapped carefully, is this...*

Wait....What?

I'm allowed a little frivolity with these silly quiz-things, aren't I? Especially since they aren't accurate by any means of the imagination.

All activities meant to spruce up the guest house had been ceased once it was clear the intended occupant was not returning for quite some time. Once again, the servants were instructed to maintain the lawn and nothing more. No one was to enter the house, save for the lady of the estate and her husband but neither party seemed likely to do just that.

So it would be a little surprising should someone (not under the lady's employ) enter the guest house around the week of the 25th. Two or three feet from the door is a box wrapped in red and green paper. No note, no label, no obvious indication who the intended recipient was.

( But the contents of the box gives a clear indication whom it was for. )

Merry Christmas, Mr. Levin.
A six pack of Dark Chocolate Oranges.
Bet you thought I forgot.

A Christmas ficlet gift for 8_by_10

Merry Christmas, ATF!-Verse
( Read more... )

It seems I ought to start my New Year's diet early!

Last-minute Christmas shopping was surprisingly invigorating. (...)

First up: Thank you nazitra for the coupon! :D

Second being on vacation just means I'll be at home for the entirety of next week *w* And that also means I will be seriously cracking down on my plot bunnies! I hope to write at least two out of these things given the current line-up:

• Fragmentation
  • Outline for Part One
  • Outline for Part Two
• Scripted
  • Can't be moved (Kevin 11k)
  • End where I begin (Gwendolyn)
  • Breakeven (Kevin 11kxGwendolyn)
  • Before the worst (Dark!Future!Gwevin crossover with AF!Mutant!Gwevin)
• CharmStar (rr-verse edition)
  • Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
  • We're Going Down In An Earlier Round (alternate POV)
• A Game of Hearts
  • Plot that allows for a development between Gwen and Kevin
• Mytrax
  • Something holiday themed, because Tetrax's race seems to have something like that

I have no idea if I'll be able to write any of these D8 but I will sure as hell try!