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tsaikoThe first fifteen people to comment on this post get to request a drabble from me. In return, you have to post this meme in your journal. Post all fandoms you’re willing to write for.
Fandoms include: Young Avengers, Gundam Wing, Digimon... oh hell, I'll be here all day if I have to list all of them. Check my profile. If it's listed, I'll write for it.
I'll also do original, but not spoilers. Writing will get done when I have a chance, so it might be awhile before I get all 15. "Drabble" is a subjective term for me. It'll be as long as the scene demands.
Now to see if my laptop will play nice with the GPS unit.
Fandoms include: Young Avengers, Gundam Wing, Digimon... oh hell, I'll be here all day if I have to list all of them. Check my profile. If it's listed, I'll write for it.
I'll also do original, but not spoilers. Writing will get done when I have a chance, so it might be awhile before I get all 15. "Drabble" is a subjective term for me. It'll be as long as the scene demands.
Now to see if my laptop will play nice with the GPS unit.
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Date: 8/6/08 12:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 8/6/08 02:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8/6/08 02:45 pm (UTC)***
“Hi there,” Dean said to the lady behind the counter. She gave him a bored look from eyes caked in mascara. “I’d like to rent a room.”
They’d just come off of Hwy 30, somewhere in northern Indiana, heading towards Defiance, OH. Sam seemed to think that there was some sort of there. Hopefully, Ohio would have more people than this are because unless the demon was planning on making the biggest bowl of popcorn in the world, there wasn’t much here.
“How many beds?” she asked.
“Two please. For one night.”
“Only thing we got with two beds is the Hot Suite. It’ll be $35, more if you make any long distance calls,” the woman said. “Sign here.”
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“Got us a room, Sam,” Dean said once he’d filled out the paperwork as Keith Moon. “Good ‘ol room 6 according to the key. Lady said it was called the Hot Suite.”
“Wonderful,” Sam replied. “Do you think we can make it to Defiance by tomorrow?”
“Don’t see why not. Can’t have much farther to go.” Dean put the key in the lock, turned, opened the door, and hit the light switch.
And froze.
The room was dominated by red, from the shag rugs to the bedspreads to the lurid color of the walls. There was also black, like the linoleum on the floor and the plastic stylized flames that crawled up the walls behind the headboards. The headboards themselves were also black with large silhouettes of sexy demon women in red. The lamps were in the shape of pitchforks. A mirror over the dresser was shaped like dancing flames. A single large disco ball hung in the middle of the room.
“We don’t have to stay here,” Sam said. Dean shrugged.
“No problem.” He took four steps into the room and sat down on the red satin bedspread. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky and Hell will really be like this.”
are emoticons the new prompts?
Date: 8/6/08 12:43 am (UTC)Re: are emoticons the new prompts?
Date: 8/6/08 12:51 am (UTC)Re: are emoticons the new prompts?
Date: 8/6/08 12:52 am (UTC)Young Avengers
Date: 8/6/08 06:14 pm (UTC)“It gets darker away from the grate,” Tommy said. The light coming through the grate wasn’t much, but it was better than the pitch black darkness that filled the sewers. “Smellier too. Ugh.”
“Yeah. It starts smelling like New Jersey.” Billy’s voice echoed oddly off the pipes. Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Har har har. Did you happen to bring any flashlights?”
“No,” Billy replied. “I have something better.” He started speaking, mumbling words over and over like a mantra. Tommy didn’t need to understand them to feel the power in them. It was definitely a spell.
Suddenly, light flooded the area. It came in the form of a pair of twin globes of light that floated in the air around Billy’s head. They bobbed gently, but remained above him when Billy moved.
“Nice lumos spell, Harry Potter,” Tommy drawled.
“You laugh, and yet you knew the correct name of the spell. I thought you said those books were stupid and you’d never read them,” Billy said. Tommy made a face. He refused to admit to having actually read all seven of the books. It was too likely to make him look like as big a dork as one Billy Kaplan.
“Come on. Let’s go find something to fight. I feel the sudden need blow stuff up.”
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Date: 8/6/08 12:47 am (UTC)Sooo... Ever read
If you really don't want to though (T_T), then an original? Of a photographer (uke) who's a total Nazi about his models/settings/etc. with an unparalleled scorn for underwear models. Then the industry's current hottest underwear model (seme) shows up and WON'T LEAVE HIM ALONE.
You can tell that your rl experience majorly influenced the second option, eh? And I'm taking Photo this session. ;D
Thank you!
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Date: 8/6/08 06:54 pm (UTC)***
“Hello sugar.”
Neil closed his eyes and absolutely refused to throw his camera. No matter how much better it might make him feel to break it, he really couldn’t afford to break it. Anthony must have taken his silence as some sort of permission because suddenly Neil felt an arm around his shoulders. He was quick to shrug it off and take a step back.
“What are you doing here?” Here was the shoot Neil was currently doing. It was for a low key shampoo ad, which was fine with Neil. It helped pay the bills until he could land his next big project and it wasn’t an underwear ad. “Does this look like Calvin Klein?”
Instead of being offended, Anthony laughed. “Please. Calvin Klein is so last decade. I wouldn’t work with them if they paid me.”
In the months since he’d met Anthony and acquired the model as a stalker, Neil had learned a new word: bruxism. It meant the habitual grinding or clenching of the teeth from anger, fear, tension, or frustration. Neil was becoming intimately familiar with the term.
“Again, why are you here? I have work to do.”
“I figured since we were dating, we might want to actually go on a date. So I’m here to arrange a time we can get together,” Anthony said loudly. Silence descended on the shoot. Everyone was staring at them.
“I’m not dating you!” Neil said. There was just a little too much edge to his voice. Instead of being put off, Anthony leaned in close, close enough that Neil could feel his breath against his cheek.
“But you could be.”
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Date: 8/21/08 07:46 pm (UTC)The potential! I have the itchy, sequel fingers and I'm still writing Tygati's drabble! Argh! XD
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Date: 8/21/08 07:15 pm (UTC)There weren't many jobs available to minotaurs. The problem was that most people also assumed that they were stupid. It was a common misconception. Trolls were big, strong and stupid. Golems? Big, strong and stupid. The large breeds of ogres? Ditto. Even Cyclopes, which looked more human than most monster and so according to normal people might possibly be intelligent, were big, strong and stupid. People took one look at a minotaur, saw the big and strong and assumed the stupid.
Minotaurs were not stupid. They were large, strong, agile, and had something of a temper, but they were not stupid. That didn’t stop people from stereotyping them. For some reason, most people just couldn’t see a minotaur working at a flower shop or an IT specialist or an accountant.
Luckily, bouncer was a common occupational niche for minotaurs. Alexo liked being a bouncer. He got paid to stand around, look intimidating, and punch people when they were acting like an ass. His only complaint was that it was often boring. For some reason, most people and monsters tended not to make trouble when 290lbs of solid bull-man was breathing down their neck.
It was the laughter that first caught his attention. At the back of the line an entire group of college kids were crowded together. Laughing. Alexo rolled his eyes. This group was bound to be trouble.
A few minutes later, one of the girls from the group sauntered forward. Alexo had seen more cloth in a dish towel then the girl was wearing. She walked with an exaggerated sway that caused more than one pair of eyes to follow her. When the girl stopped in front of him and drew a breath to speak, Alexo cut her off.
“Sorry honey. I don’t make enough to pay for a hooker.” The crowd waiting in line cracked up. “Especially one that doesn’t have the equipment I want.”
Fury turned the girl’s eyes red, and Alexo wondered what she was. Vampire? If she was a vampire, she was newly turned. He leaned back slightly, daring her to attack. “Try it and I can guarantee you’ll never see the inside of this club.”
“Asshole.” She turned on her heel and stomped back to her group.
Alexo thought that that would be the end of it. Hope was short lived. Before too long, another of the group was walking forward. At least this one was male. His skin was green and his ears large, which made Alexo think goblin. The way he walked, though, made the minotaur think nymph or incubus. Probably half-goblin and half-something else.
“Hello,” the half-goblin said, looking up through dark lashes. Alexo shook his head. It couldn’t be more obvious that the half-goblin was trying to seduce him. And failing. “My friends and I… we were wondering…”
“The answer is no, kid. You can drop the act as well. I know you’re not interested in me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the half-goblin said. Alexo snorted. The kid did know what he was talking about. It was there in his yellow eyes. “Of course, I’m interested in you. Who wouldn’t be?”
“Really?” Alexo said. Then the minotaur reached out. The half-goblin flinched back, which really pissed Alexo off. Knowing the kid was faking interest and seeing the proof were two totally different things. The minotaur grabbed the kid’s arm and gave him a slight shake.
Something seemed to happen as soon as he touched skin. The half-goblin’s eyes went hazy, softening around the edges. Long, green fingers reached up and gently stroked his nose. His very bull-like nose.
“Soft...” the half-goblin said in a dreamy voice. Alexo felt like he’d been hit up the back of the head with an iron mace. There was no faking the want in the half-goblin’s eyes. That was real. This was real.
The minotaur tossed his head and stomped one hoofed foot. That seemed to break whatever was happening. The half-goblin jerked back, his cheeks stained dark green from a blush. He was shaking.
“I still can’t let you in,” Alexo told him. Gently. Fuck, the kid looked like he’d just been traumatized. The half-goblin nodded once, turned, and stumbled back to the group. Less than a minute later they left, the vampire girl glaring at him the whole time.
What had just happened?
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Date: 8/21/08 07:27 pm (UTC)B-but... where's the rest?
Oh man, this is so awesome. Alex is not dashingly handsome! He's big and has bull features and hooves! Aaaaaaaah! YES. YES. A MILLION TIMES YES. Minotaurs being bouncers! I love it! The only thing missing is a reference to Greek mythology. ;p
Okay, so... WHAT HAPPENED?
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Date: 8/21/08 07:55 pm (UTC)I love minotaurs. Like actual minotaurs. I have wanted to do a minotaur story for forever. I was going to make a bad reference to Greek mythology in there, but decided to leave the terrible puns to you.
WHAT DID HAPPEN? THAT IS THE QUESTION. XD
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Date: 8/21/08 08:14 pm (UTC)You should let your love run free. Run free and turn into a story.
Okay, here's what happened: the goblin had taken a bunch of X earlier and clearly couldn't resist Alex's fuzzy schnoz. That's it, right? I mean, do correct me with a small fic if I'm wrong.
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Date: 8/21/08 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 8/27/08 01:59 pm (UTC)I love your mind.
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Date: 8/27/08 02:42 pm (UTC)D:
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Date: 8/28/08 10:52 am (UTC)... Igor? Is that you? *is a hopeless Pratchett fan*
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Date: 8/28/08 02:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8/29/08 09:39 am (UTC)I wonder, if you were an Igor/Igorina, how would you say "cessation"? Further question: did you read Monstrous Regiment?
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Date: 8/21/08 07:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8/21/08 08:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8/21/08 09:04 pm (UTC)That makes me think of Nasty Boys for some reason. XD
"Nasty, Nasty boys!" 'Nasty boys!' xDD
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Date: 8/21/08 09:38 pm (UTC)...
I am rather sure that that is illegal.
and I am pretty sure there were too many references to things that could be developed to make this whole thing just...this whole thing. *nodnod*
Hi.
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Date: 8/22/08 02:18 am (UTC)read...
more...
*dies*
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Date: 8/30/08 11:09 am (UTC)*___*
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Date: 2/3/10 05:52 am (UTC)And omggg. WHAT DID JUST HAPPEN THERE. Oh man that was good. I love Alexo! And the half-goblin who just gah he was cute but weird and I realize this post is INCREDIBLY old but I really enjoyed this so I just had to comment. :]
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Date: 8/21/08 07:51 pm (UTC)***
By the time Ritter made it back to where they’d camped the night before – because that was always the back up plan should they ever need to leave town in a hurry – Aavon had worked himself into a full blown fit. He really didn’t even get a chance to dismount before the dragon turned on him.
“You are a knight!” Aavon yelled. The dragon had turned back into a human at some point. Probably so he could yell better. “All this time, I’ve been sleeping with a knight.”
Lilith tossed her head and backed up a step. Ritter didn’t blame her. He’d never seen Aavon this mad before. “I told you what I was. Numerous times. This should not be such a shock.”
“I didn’t think you were telling the truth,” Aavon said. “I thought you were lying. Or trying to impress me in some sort of strange, human way. I didn’t… I mean… you were so bad at it when you tried to kill me that first time…”
It didn’t even really hurt Ritter’s pride to hear that. Much. He had been bad: out of practice, hung over, and still grieving for a life long lost. “I got better.”
Aavon looked at him like he’d just grown a second head. “You got better?”
Ritter dismounted, one hand holding Lilith’s reins to keep the mare from wandering off. “I’ve been practicing, cobbling together armor and weapons where ever I could find them. I even bought a charger. A knight’s horse.” Aavon just stared. “I know you know about all this. Hell, dragon, you watched me do it. Even loaned me the money to get Lilith.”
“I thought you were pretending,” Aavon replied. Ritter barely kept himself from giving Aavon an annoyed look. This was not the time.
“I’m not. I really am a knight. I even had a coat of arms at one point.”
“You don’t look much like a monster,” Aavon said. It was the tone of voice little boy who had just found out that a creature of legend he’d always heard about was nothing more than a man in a suit of armor.
“You haven’t ever seen me drunk,” Ritter replied. It was only when Aavon broke into laughter that he stepped forward, dropping Lilith’s reins and wrapping his arms around his lover.
And if the laughter had the slightest bit of hysteria in it, Ritter pretended not to notice.
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Date: 8/6/08 01:39 am (UTC)STFU!
Date: 8/21/08 08:31 pm (UTC)“My paper…”
From out in the hallway Matt heard a loud thud, what sounded like claws on tile, then a series of hisses. He looked towards where his door stood open.
There was a velociraptor standing in the doorway
A velociraptor. At his door. Looking at him. Even in the half gloom of twilight with the lights out, Matt recognized that shape. His brother’s favorite movie was Jurassic Park. Part of him wanted to start screaming. A bigger part of him wanted to run. Instead he just sat there, staring stupidly at something that by all rights should not exist.
The velociraptor cocked his head one way, then another, like a bird. Then it let out a low trilling sound before turning and leaving. Matt was still staring when Tessa appeared.
“Do you need a flashlight? The lights are out for the entire west side of campus.”
“There was a velociraptor. It was just here. I saw it.” His voice came out strained.
Tessa gave him a long considering look. When she spoke, there was a strange cadence to her words. “No, there wasn’t. Someone came in to check on you, but that was it. That’s all that happened until I showed up. There was no velociraptor.”
He felt something slide over his skin, like electricity, and settle into place. But it didn’t change the fact that he had seen it. Right there. At his door. Tessa seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer. Matt’s voice came out normal and steady when he replied. “Okay. Thanks for the offer. I think I’ve got a flashlight in my drawer though.”
“Good.” Tessa’s voice was bright, almost cheerful, when she spoke. “If you need extra batteries, let me know. I’ve got spares. Take care”
As soon as she was gone, as soon as he was alone, Matt put his head down on the desk. “This place is so fucking weird.”
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Date: 8/6/08 01:49 pm (UTC)Author's Choice then!
Date: 9/3/08 09:03 pm (UTC)***
"Senet? You do not know how to play?" Amenan asked, a few days later when Osmond brought it up. They were sitting at a low dinner, eating dinner in relative silence. It was the silence that finally drove Osmond to speak. He wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but he missed the way Amenan had talked to him the first few weeks he was here. "Do you not have games where you come from?"
"Nankah asked the same thing. Is it that surprising?" Osmond asked.
"Yes. Small children learn senet while sitting on their parents' knees. It is how we explain the journey of the soul through the after life to the very young," Amenan said. "It's almost sacred."
"Really," Osmond said dryly. "Nankah said you bet on it."
"Of course," Amenan replied. "What bigger gamble is there than life?" He laughed and Osmond couldn't help the smile that turned the corners of his mouth upwards. "Truly, you would like me to teach you?"
"Yes."
Amenan clapped twice and within moments a servant appeared. A murmured word and within minutes a board was being brought to the table. This one was much finer than the one Nankah had shown him. The board itself was carved out of dark ebony and the piece were made of ivory and clear blue pottery. The markings on the squares were simple designs inlaid in pale wood. There was also a set of four stick with one side painted dark and the other plain wood.
As he set up the board, Amenan explained the rules. You threw the sticks to move. The number that landed pale side up was the number of spaces you moved. When all four came up black, you could move five spaces. If you threw a one or a five, you threw again. Land on the opponents piece, and you traded spaces. This square prevented that from happening. This square sent you back a row, to where the ankh allowed you to be reborn. Two pieces of the same kind side by side meant protection, and could not be landed on. Three pieces of the same kind side by side meant a barrier, and could not be passed. If possible, you had to move one piece the number you threw, even if it meant landing on the unlucky square.
"I think I have it," Osmond said, still studying the board.
"Good. We should wager something. It's tradition," Amenan said.
"How?"
"For every piece I move off the board, I get something from you. For every piece you move off the board, you get something from me," Amenan explained. "That's how it is done."
"What am I going to give you?" Osmond said. "I don't..."
His voice died as Amenan's fingers traced down his cheek. It was hard to think, hard to breathe. Amenan was suddenly way too close and the tension was so thick that Osmond swore he could feel it pressing against him. His skin tingled where Amenan's fingers touched.
"A kiss for every piece I move off the board. What do you think your kisses are worth, Osmun?"
"A day in the market. I want to see something other than the way wall of this place."
"You put a high price on your kisses," Amenan said.
"Are you saying they aren't worth it?" Osmond challenged. Amenan grinned and sat back. Osmond sucked air into his lungs like he'd been holding his breath the entire time. Maybe he had.
"Not at all. Let us play."
Re: Author's Choice then!
Date: 9/4/08 11:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8/6/08 10:45 pm (UTC)Please?
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Date: 8/7/08 12:25 am (UTC)Desert Bride
Date: 9/3/08 03:28 pm (UTC)"We have other... games? Is that the right word?" Osmond asked. Nankah nodded. "We have games. There is tafl, one that translates to 'deer and hounds' which I think it very similar to what you call 'hounds and jackal', and dice games. But I've never heard of senet. What is it?"
"It is a game. There is a board with thirty spaces and two types of pieces. The goal is to move all your pieces around the board before your opponents. Hold on..." Nankah got up from the low table and disappeared through a door way. A few minutes later she returned. "One of the servants will find a board for us. It will be easier to show you than to describe it."
A few minutes later a servant appeared with a box. On the top were three rows of ten spaces. The last five spaces in the final row were marked. There was an ankh half-way down the second row. Nankah pulled out the piece: one was tall, thin and topped with a dome shaped while the other was a squished drum shape. There were five of each.
"What are the rules?" Osmond asked.
"You don’t want to learn from me," Nankah said with a laugh. "I am terrible at it. It requires part skill and part blessing from the gods of chance. Amenan would be a better teacher."
"Maybe," Osmond replied. He made a mental note to ask. Things had been... awkward between them lately. Ever since the incident in the garden. This game might give him the neutral topic he needed to try and patch things up. "Is he a good?"
"The best," Nankah replied. "The gods of luck and fortune smile upon him. His friends' bags are ever empty when they make a bet against him."
"I'll keep that in mind."
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Date: 8/22/08 10:37 am (UTC)Seriously. Can't you hear how people are writhing in pain, not knowing what happened? (And half-what the half-goblin was. ^^)