ficcage melts the brain

Well, I guess I have to make up for writer's block sometimes. It's just annoying that all inspiration hits at once. As it wasn't enough that I'm writing the sequel to Touch and Feel as well as the OUATIM/Angel crossover (which I need to edit so that Sands can buy the poor guy a drink at least before they leave for the Alley of Debauchery (TM), because it makes Lindsey look far too easy), today I got hit by another bunny.

I mean, come on. After six hours of Tori Amos singing "Crucify" in my head nonstop, something had to give. As it was, it turned out to be my muse. Sands sneered to protect his dignity and ended up negotiating that at least I won't warp OUATIM to it.

So, um, upcoming Angel post season five episode eight reaction songfic. As in, Spike, Lorne, Gunn, Fred, Wes, Angel and [SPOILER] brooding to Tori Amos.

*attempts to remove her treacherous brain with a spoon* Why me? Why do I always get the most idiotically silly inspirations?

And why do the lyrics work so good to the cast of Angel?

Now, off to find some place where I'll be able to publish the monstrosity after writing it.