DEATH IS UNACCEPTABLE; I'VE GOT SHIT TO WRITE

Just something that popped into my head and wouldn't leave, so maybe posting it will satisfy whatever urge I had to write it. Buttercup's POV. 13 words, if you could actually call this a fic.

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Everybody thinks my favorite colors are Black and Blue.

They're wrong.

It's Red.

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Ambiguity intentional! Is it Brick? Or Blossom?! Or is a cigar just a cigar? (Or perhaps... a Cigar?! *DRAMATIC STING*)

Okay, I've been punchy. I have license to be! I'm on break and am guzzling sweets and have been sleeping in instead of writing TEF, which I simultaneously permit feelings of guilt for and feelings of FUCK YOU THIS IS MY VACATION IMMA DO WHAT I WANT *HAIRFLIP*

Honestly, I'll probably get back on TEF tomorrow. Maybe. Hopefully?

Better stuff to hit the deck here tomorrow as well, if all goes according to plan, though it won't be much longer than this WAIT WUT DON'T SET UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS SELF

Also just so you know black and blue really were listed as Buttercup's favorite colors in her cartoonnetwork.com profile right when the series first launched /nerd

Btw CTN what the ASS happened to your site it is ugly as shit D8)

ETA: Totally neglected to mention this! It popped out of my head last night when being punchy clearly took precedence over being some semblance of insightful. "Red" may just also be very obviously referring to blood. Heyyyy. So deep.

Birthday pounce!

Surprise! I am all two days late and stuff. I really meant to post this on time, I did, but vacation started and I got lazy and have been (as noted) sleeping in instead of writing. *HANGS HEAD*

But yes. For wei_chan . Who is super-talented and awesome and has the brains to back it up! Happy (way belated) birthday!

Title: Secret Santa
Pairing: Reds, maybe, if you squint super-hard and enjoy guessing at THE FUTURE
Rating: G. No kidding, I have (for once) written a totally, completely G fic.
Parts: One-shot.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, but I sure do like to make 'em bleed.
Summary: Brick knows she hates him.
Notes: For wei_chan 's birthday! Not very long (sorry!) but actually quite a bit longer than I intended it to be. I feel like I have a harder time writing genuinely short, almost drabble-like stories these days. Unbeta'd.

( secret santa. ~922 words. )