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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! i tried but ended up cheating regardless :|
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
→ ZOMBIE Reita and Ruki out defacing the city like morning's never gonna come. Minus noseband but I love your Reita and I'm not creative enough right now to come up with anything else. ( STREAKING LIKE IT'S THE SUPER BOWL AT HALF TIME IS OPTIONAL. )
explicit poetry.
♫ the almost; say this sooner.
"this is a completely bad idea"
the sound of rails along the ground is as magnetic as the chainsaw fornication from behind cotton teeth that only exist doused in a desire to be desired but its from behind those teeth that ruki bites his tongue. the sunset is a battlefield of shadows and stone speaking silent stupour or just holding back their plain and eager kind of invincibility-- it brings the city to her knees right before their eyes or maybe its their mercy as it takes less than a split second or just the sharp intake of air as fingers slap padded tips across the fabric stretched over his left shoulderblade in notion of starting the sad fucker party
"why are you backing out now?"
reita says this with a confidence of a pumpkin snare and that lets start the riot fucker smile hes always been known for when hes up to no good; its usually all the time in a time of not misbehaving because where are we gonna get the money and since when have i ever given a shit enough to be thinking like this. the skateboard throws itself into the pavement courtesy of a jackhammer, steak knife of an arm in prelude to a bassist slamming all his weight into it on a running step up to the plate of fucking over or just fuck off
but its the adrenaline pumping through his veins that gets him like this, the need to feel alive against the fire in the pit of his stomach before vomiting out his insides from the alleyway behind his house and already the world is starting to spin: this is totally a bad idea & when he thinks of this it isnt the lime green liqueur thats long since started to settle into his system-- yellow contact lenses to watch as the cheeky bastard throws his hood over untamed hair and for once an unmasked face, soon hell have disappeared, cutting into the crowd and indistinguishable
♫ cobra starship; its warmer in the basement
theyd broken about fifteen windows from start to finish and risked losing their jobs within the company about fortyeight before slowing to a stop somewhere in a warehouse dock on the farther west side of town by the bay. reita finally turns to him with a smile as he tugs down his scarf to prove that rather of turning right into a crack den and eradicating free and socially inept individuals primary to the cause of liberty and anarchical dispositions his lips had instead turned blue and the party really needed to stop
"jesus fuck if you dont have the worst luck of anyone ive ever fucking known"
"i love it when you tell me that i give good head, so why dont you close that mouth and further spread those legs before i lose this jacket and youll lose more than just your jeans"
hes drunk off his ass as he stumbles past his brains laid out to unrest along the wooded floor covered in nails and dirty snow to lean against the railing. twirl ballerina and that smiles no longer on riot status but lets fuck status and you know anyone and anythings game as long as it moves ( doesnt have to live / doesnt have to breathe ) and everything goes as long as weve got no rules no regulations → no regrets
"heres to hope and god and a hefty bank of snow from behind this concrete"
( secret: he finds the coal still burning from underneath his tongue even as he gets up and out of the snow, brushing his ass off from having busted it on the ground when he fell over the guardrail of the third story factory / roofless studio )
♫ cobra starship; its amateur night at the apollos creed
theres a general concern but at least its sincere as ruki retreats from above ground level to see if the others all right and everythings in tact from his jeans to his fingertips underlying the main question as to why reitas stretching his arms above and slightly behind his head in front of the cracked ice of the bay
( why are you taking off your clothes ? )
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! i tried but ended up cheating regardless :|
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
→ ZOMBIE Reita and Ruki out defacing the city like morning's never gonna come. Minus noseband but I love your Reita and I'm not creative enough right now to come up with anything else. ( STREAKING LIKE IT'S THE SUPER BOWL AT HALF TIME IS OPTIONAL. )
explicit poetry.
♫ the almost; say this sooner.
"this is a completely bad idea"
the sound of rails along the ground is as magnetic as the chainsaw fornication from behind cotton teeth that only exist doused in a desire to be desired but its from behind those teeth that ruki bites his tongue. the sunset is a battlefield of shadows and stone speaking silent stupour or just holding back their plain and eager kind of invincibility-- it brings the city to her knees right before their eyes or maybe its their mercy as it takes less than a split second or just the sharp intake of air as fingers slap padded tips across the fabric stretched over his left shoulderblade in notion of starting the sad fucker party
"why are you backing out now?"
reita says this with a confidence of a pumpkin snare and that lets start the riot fucker smile hes always been known for when hes up to no good; its usually all the time in a time of not misbehaving because where are we gonna get the money and since when have i ever given a shit enough to be thinking like this. the skateboard throws itself into the pavement courtesy of a jackhammer, steak knife of an arm in prelude to a bassist slamming all his weight into it on a running step up to the plate of fucking over or just fuck off
but its the adrenaline pumping through his veins that gets him like this, the need to feel alive against the fire in the pit of his stomach before vomiting out his insides from the alleyway behind his house and already the world is starting to spin: this is totally a bad idea & when he thinks of this it isnt the lime green liqueur thats long since started to settle into his system-- yellow contact lenses to watch as the cheeky bastard throws his hood over untamed hair and for once an unmasked face, soon hell have disappeared, cutting into the crowd and indistinguishable
♫ cobra starship; its warmer in the basement
theyd broken about fifteen windows from start to finish and risked losing their jobs within the company about fortyeight before slowing to a stop somewhere in a warehouse dock on the farther west side of town by the bay. reita finally turns to him with a smile as he tugs down his scarf to prove that rather of turning right into a crack den and eradicating free and socially inept individuals primary to the cause of liberty and anarchical dispositions his lips had instead turned blue and the party really needed to stop
"jesus fuck if you dont have the worst luck of anyone ive ever fucking known"
"i love it when you tell me that i give good head, so why dont you close that mouth and further spread those legs before i lose this jacket and youll lose more than just your jeans"
hes drunk off his ass as he stumbles past his brains laid out to unrest along the wooded floor covered in nails and dirty snow to lean against the railing. twirl ballerina and that smiles no longer on riot status but lets fuck status and you know anyone and anythings game as long as it moves ( doesnt have to live / doesnt have to breathe ) and everything goes as long as weve got no rules no regulations → no regrets
"heres to hope and god and a hefty bank of snow from behind this concrete"
( secret: he finds the coal still burning from underneath his tongue even as he gets up and out of the snow, brushing his ass off from having busted it on the ground when he fell over the guardrail of the third story factory / roofless studio )
♫ cobra starship; its amateur night at the apollos creed
theres a general concern but at least its sincere as ruki retreats from above ground level to see if the others all right and everythings in tact from his jeans to his fingertips underlying the main question as to why reitas stretching his arms above and slightly behind his head in front of the cracked ice of the bay
( why are you taking off your clothes ? )