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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.

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parts 1 and 2

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here we aaare! finally xD

1. High School

"Sorry it took so long, Dru, my hydropnics lab's been on the fritz," the short kid says, giving an immaculately neat bag to Drusilla. She holds it to her chest; ever since that Incident With Angelus, she's been finding ways to quell the pain and the irresistable desire to turn it on others. Smoking did better than most things, shunting the world far away and at a safe distance.

"You're a wonderful thing," she purrs, caressing the kid's face; he moves with her hand. Hates and loves being touched, the thing; barely a sophamore and he floats between the school's vicious underbelly and his father's perfectionist agenda, his deft hand with chemicals and plants and that urge to watch things burn. She's seen him playing with fire during lunch, playing once he fixed his make up and called his sister; if not for Angelus's beck and call and William's worries, she'd watch with him.

And he plucks her hand from his face, puts it delicately at her side as he starts gesturing dramatically. "I know, I know," he sings, dodging her hand again; "I am the god of finding things, the alpha and the omega! And," he adds, spinning to her, "I have some extra cast. Ditch your boys and come shopping with me?"

So forward, asking a junior out. The little kid who wears eye shadow and grew things to ruin the mind. Drusilla smiles.

"I accept."


2. Space

"It seems that the planet is filled with the undead," Captain Gestahl had said. "Go make contact." It had been so simple at that point!

But now, as Kefka was trapped by a small family of vampires (the other members of the landing party having been eaten, were being seduced by an alien vampire space woman and was attempting to rescue the second person, respectively), it was not looking so easy. The two boys, now called Himbo the angstclown and Romanceface the bad poet respectively,
were wagging their fangs about how they'd torture him into insanity and make him one of them. Too bad they were ten years too late, Kefka would say, but Himbo looked like he'd throw a fit if he were interupted. The blonde one was off seducing someone, probably. (Yes.) The only one he really liked was the one, well--

"More tea, space man?" the small, dark vampire woman asked, putting a cup up to his lips. If only his hands weren't bound!

"Yes, please," Kefka replied, drinking deeply. Peppermint and blood. An unusual combination, but not too bad. Too much blood, though, it was upsetting the balance of flavor.

"You'll be a lovely doll," she added, leaning in. "We have plans for your bird."

"So do I," Kefka said, grimacing; "You can wait your turn, can't you?" No, you can't.

"Yes, we can," she said, and giggled. "They don't know what we're going to do once you get back and make a firebird..."

Kefka, blinked in surprise, then shrugged. Maybe this wasn't a complete loss after all.

"Oh, yes," said the vampire.