Two's a crowd...
Series: One Piece
Prompt: I can't believe I found you
Pairing: Read and see
Warning(s): Contains spoilers for Water 7/Enies Lobby
Her hips pushed gracefully against the currents of the water, while she swam.
Can it be?..
He watched her tail dance along behind her, as she moved away from the high end of the flood.
After so long…
Slowly regaining consciousness, he tried to open his eyes to see the ethereal creature that was pulling him and his team mates up to safety.
I’ve done it.
He had yet to reach All Blue; the main point of the sea where a myriad of its creatures came together, in harmony. Most of them belonged to the Grand Line, which he could only dream about under the moonlight as a child; so eager to start his journey.
But somehow, by an unforeseen turn of events it looked as if his journey was almost complete.
I’ve found her…
There was only him and the aquatic angel, now. Her long, flowing hair waltzed about her face and revealed nothing but her eyes as she shyly peeked at the young man before her.
He smiled as he floated closer towards her, and spread his arms out for her embrace. Although his mouth was open, which jeopardised whatever supply of oxygen he had left, the young man realized that he didn’t care.
Mortal life no longer had any meaning for him, provided he could stay with her for as long as he wished.
I’ve found you.
“I’ve finally found you.”
Her hair moved away, to show the wide, sagging face of the old woman from the station.
“Nga ha ha ha!” She cackled, before reaching out to affectionately grab his waist. “And I’ve found you!”
Zoro woke up on the ship’s mast to the sound of tortured screaming. It had only been three days since they sailed out, and Sanji still couldn’t let go of what happened at Enies Lobby?
“Damn cook,” he grumbled. Irritably gritting his teeth and crossing his arms, he wondered for how long he was going to be yelling, this time.
******
Serie(s): Metalocalypse
Prompt: The Hardest Thing to say
Warning(s): Contains spoilers for a certain film that came out in 2007.
Note(s): Censors to mirror guitar riffs in the show...if you think that they only take away from the humour though, let me know. This was inspired by an IC interview from Brendon Small...yeesh. I can't seem to shut up about it X3;;
Of all of the words that could never be said, despite a person’s vocabulary range, the most difficult to say is always ‘goodbye’.
You were the world to me. Goodbye!
Hey, I’m moving on, with myself. Goodbye!
There’s nothing I can do. I can’t do anything, to help you.
Good bye.
He sat there with his head in his hands, as he tried to cope with the uneasiness of the situation. For the first time, no - since a long time ago in his whole life, never had he felt as helpless and ashamed as he did right now.
His band mate watched as he struggled with this problem. Deciding that he couldn’t bear to see him suffer, he reached out and touched his arm.
“Nathan…”
“Just leave me alone, Pickles!” He shouted, before roughly pushing him away. As he glared back at him, one could see the fresh line of tears that fell down his face. Pickles looked at him pitifully, when he saw how hard the situation was affecting the man. Usually, Nathan didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would let such things get to him, but at the end of the day, as impossible as it seemed, he was still a regular human being. He could jack off like a regular human being, and bleed blood like one. And he could still get hurt anywhere, including in his heart.
Pickles knew that he had to say something, before it was too late. Looking around, he then moved in closer, and whispered into his ear.
“Dude…it’s okay.”
The big, teary-eyed front man glanced at him, from behind his hands. His red, dread-locked companion then offered him a tiny, reassuring smile as a sign of support.
“Prime made it.”
He looked up, and saw that the giant, blue-red robot was alive. Instead of placing it inside Prime's chest like he was asked, Shia LaBeouf had aimed the All Spark at Megatron and apparently destroyed him in the process.
“Damn…” Nathan whispered to himself, in awe. Wiping his eyes, he stared with pleasant surprise at the spectacle that unfolded on screen. After being separated from his childhood icon for so many years, after having to face the dilemma of being suddenly reunited with his favourite robot (with the original voice actor) and the possibility that he would have to watch him brutally die again, he couldn’t help but gawk at what he had seen. Damn!
“He made it!” came the sudden, excited outburst of joy that echoed through the cinema house. “Optimus Prime made it! Alright!”
“F**k Prime!” yelled Murderface, who sat in the back row. He slumped back into his seat, and pouted angrily while avoiding eye contact with the screen. “Optimusch Prime can shuck my c*ck!”
“Hey, what’s your problem?” called out Pickles, who was seated with Nathan in the front row of the hall. Under the gaze of aggravated film goers and likely facing the wrath of a beefy, fan-loyal front man, the puffy-haired bass player fumed in stubborn silence until he could finally reply.
“Baschtird killed Jazz, but nobody even notisched.”
Feedback, please? Characterizations okay? Nitpicks?
Oh and Sweeney Todd is such a good film. Yeah...you go see that. :B I totally wanna see the stage production, now.
Prompt: I can't believe I found you
Pairing: Read and see
Warning(s): Contains spoilers for Water 7/Enies Lobby
Her hips pushed gracefully against the currents of the water, while she swam.
Can it be?..
He watched her tail dance along behind her, as she moved away from the high end of the flood.
After so long…
Slowly regaining consciousness, he tried to open his eyes to see the ethereal creature that was pulling him and his team mates up to safety.
I’ve done it.
He had yet to reach All Blue; the main point of the sea where a myriad of its creatures came together, in harmony. Most of them belonged to the Grand Line, which he could only dream about under the moonlight as a child; so eager to start his journey.
But somehow, by an unforeseen turn of events it looked as if his journey was almost complete.
I’ve found her…
There was only him and the aquatic angel, now. Her long, flowing hair waltzed about her face and revealed nothing but her eyes as she shyly peeked at the young man before her.
He smiled as he floated closer towards her, and spread his arms out for her embrace. Although his mouth was open, which jeopardised whatever supply of oxygen he had left, the young man realized that he didn’t care.
Mortal life no longer had any meaning for him, provided he could stay with her for as long as he wished.
I’ve found you.
“I’ve finally found you.”
Her hair moved away, to show the wide, sagging face of the old woman from the station.
“Nga ha ha ha!” She cackled, before reaching out to affectionately grab his waist. “And I’ve found you!”
Zoro woke up on the ship’s mast to the sound of tortured screaming. It had only been three days since they sailed out, and Sanji still couldn’t let go of what happened at Enies Lobby?
“Damn cook,” he grumbled. Irritably gritting his teeth and crossing his arms, he wondered for how long he was going to be yelling, this time.
******
Serie(s): Metalocalypse
Prompt: The Hardest Thing to say
Warning(s): Contains spoilers for a certain film that came out in 2007.
Note(s): Censors to mirror guitar riffs in the show...if you think that they only take away from the humour though, let me know. This was inspired by an IC interview from Brendon Small...yeesh. I can't seem to shut up about it X3;;
Of all of the words that could never be said, despite a person’s vocabulary range, the most difficult to say is always ‘goodbye’.
You were the world to me. Goodbye!
Hey, I’m moving on, with myself. Goodbye!
There’s nothing I can do. I can’t do anything, to help you.
Good bye.
He sat there with his head in his hands, as he tried to cope with the uneasiness of the situation. For the first time, no - since a long time ago in his whole life, never had he felt as helpless and ashamed as he did right now.
His band mate watched as he struggled with this problem. Deciding that he couldn’t bear to see him suffer, he reached out and touched his arm.
“Nathan…”
“Just leave me alone, Pickles!” He shouted, before roughly pushing him away. As he glared back at him, one could see the fresh line of tears that fell down his face. Pickles looked at him pitifully, when he saw how hard the situation was affecting the man. Usually, Nathan didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would let such things get to him, but at the end of the day, as impossible as it seemed, he was still a regular human being. He could jack off like a regular human being, and bleed blood like one. And he could still get hurt anywhere, including in his heart.
Pickles knew that he had to say something, before it was too late. Looking around, he then moved in closer, and whispered into his ear.
“Dude…it’s okay.”
The big, teary-eyed front man glanced at him, from behind his hands. His red, dread-locked companion then offered him a tiny, reassuring smile as a sign of support.
“Prime made it.”
He looked up, and saw that the giant, blue-red robot was alive. Instead of placing it inside Prime's chest like he was asked, Shia LaBeouf had aimed the All Spark at Megatron and apparently destroyed him in the process.
“Damn…” Nathan whispered to himself, in awe. Wiping his eyes, he stared with pleasant surprise at the spectacle that unfolded on screen. After being separated from his childhood icon for so many years, after having to face the dilemma of being suddenly reunited with his favourite robot (with the original voice actor) and the possibility that he would have to watch him brutally die again, he couldn’t help but gawk at what he had seen. Damn!
“He made it!” came the sudden, excited outburst of joy that echoed through the cinema house. “Optimus Prime made it! Alright!”
“F**k Prime!” yelled Murderface, who sat in the back row. He slumped back into his seat, and pouted angrily while avoiding eye contact with the screen. “Optimusch Prime can shuck my c*ck!”
“Hey, what’s your problem?” called out Pickles, who was seated with Nathan in the front row of the hall. Under the gaze of aggravated film goers and likely facing the wrath of a beefy, fan-loyal front man, the puffy-haired bass player fumed in stubborn silence until he could finally reply.
“Baschtird killed Jazz, but nobody even notisched.”
Feedback, please? Characterizations okay? Nitpicks?
Oh and Sweeney Todd is such a good film. Yeah...you go see that. :B I totally wanna see the stage production, now.