[021] in which I whore myself to memes
In response to:
Give me a prompt and a character I roleplay and I'll write a one sentence drabble. (7/31/07)
Aburame Shino
Anezaki Mamori
Cain Fuery
Hagane Kotetsu
Izuru Kira
Kazuma Kuwabara
Mitarai Kiyoshi
Momoshiro Takeshi
Sasagawa Ryohei
Suzuna Taki
Fandom: Naruto
Prompt: Aburame Shino - "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS FAGGOTRY?" via shigishigi
"Kiba," seethes Shino, annoyance, discomfort, and pure hatred seeping through the deep, vibrating timbre of his seemingly unbreakable monotone, "Please remove your mongrel from my leg before he leaves a stain."
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Suzuna Taki - "I.. have no idea" via hikaru_nekomimi
"I don't know what my brother is doing! STOP ASKING ME," yells Suzuna at poor Monta, red in the face with mortification as Taki prances across the pool, clad only in a tiny blue speedo.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Suzuna Taki - "Triple Adventure" via meeleena
The Hah Brothers can only gape in a stupor as Suzuna looks up to see mistletoe not-so-innocently hanging above thier heads, "Eh?! I'm not supposed to kiss all of you, right?!"
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Anezaki Mamori - "Hiruma" via muura
Long, wicked fingers run slow and callous against the bare form of her body, confident and well-versed in all the dips and the curves, "Not half bad, fucking manager."
Leave a fandom, pairing/character(s), and a prompt; I will then write a speed-ficlet based upon those. (11/26/07)
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Prompt: Shamal/Dino - "Ironing board" via picnicbird
1.
And naturally, he was against the whole idea in the first place, but honestly? Who listened to seasoned, old Mafioso anymore? No one, zip, nadda. That's who. Not Hayato, not Iimetsu, not the Ninth of the Vongola. Hell, not even the young, influential mob boss before him, new and green in this gritty little underground world of theirs despite his supposed potential as a leader, who came to him for advise in the first place.
And this wasn't the first time.
Sucked to be thirty, it really fucking did. Like--Balls.
"Just--give me your finger, Don Cavallone." Shamal sighs, moving up from his seat on the dirty old couch to stand next to younger man leaning on the kitchen table, sucking on his thumb and laughing the pain away. The doctor rolls his eyes and quickly unplugs the iron dangerously steaming idle on the ironing board, feeling the edges of a migraine tear against a part of him that could only be healed through booze. A shit load of booze. "Give me you finger and hand me my shirt back, please."
"Haha, sorry," says Dino, all apologetic smiles and sheepish chuckles as he obliges to half of Shamal's request, offering the older man his burnt finger. The shirt stays in his lap, crinkled and poorly folded.
"..Haha...ha."
Dino only gets a blank stare in reply, so he stares down at the floor the entire time Shamal patches up his supposedly minuscule injury with supplies that appeared out of the depths of a lab coat. He feels like a child with this man, like a prepubescent little thing with a cracked voice and a small disposition.
After a long, barren stretch of time (three minutes at the most), Shamal presents Dino his freshly wrapped digit and runs a hand through his hair, pursing his lips. "All better?"
"Where's my kiss?" and the phrase comes out involuntarily, a slip of the tongue based on a loosely related memory of mothers and childhood scrapes. Dino grasps at straws to save himself. "I-I mean uh... you know, like, what my mama used to do, you know--haha, kiss it and make it....I'm not insulting your ability as a physician or anything, honest!"
"...Shut up, Dino," interupts Shamal, breaking off Dino's nervous rant before it could inflict anymore damage.
And he grabs back the younger man's finger, closing his eyes and pressing white bandages softly against his lips. "Just shut the fuck up."
2.
Young girls were nice, all shy and cute and "Oh, Doctor Shamal, teach me more~". They were soft, smelt nice, and giggled when the stubble of his chin ran against the skin on their necks, their thighs. Really fucking nice.
Young men? Not so much. They grabbed at his tie and pushed him over ironing boards, smashing wet lips clumsily against his own and grinding hips furiously against his. They pulled his hair in accidental lengths, stepped on his toes and whispered embarrassing things against the palm of his hand.
Unpleasant, really.
But he ends up waking up next to Dino the next morning anyway.
"Fuck you, Cavallone."
"I love you, too~"
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Prompt: Ryohei/Hibari - "Sewing" via smea_chan
"Take it off."
Across the overturned hotel room, haphazardly covered in layers of papers and notes and things, Hibari visibly twitches and averts his gaze from the window, eyes narrowed and lips pressed. "Excuse me, Sasagawa?"
Ryohei's hunched over a particularly important stack of documents, jacket draped over his chair and sleeves pushed over his elbows. He gestures with his free hand absently, the other entangling fingers in his silver hair. "Your jacket, Hibari. There are extremes tears on you slacks and on the sleeve of your suit."
"Yes, and I got these blemishes in my quest to find information for you," says Hibari coldly, but inspects his sleeve nonetheless to find that there is indeed a rip in his clothing, gaping and open between splotches of blood. His knee fairs no better. "If you don't get information for me in return after this meeting, Sasagawa, I'll bite you to death."
But Ryohei's in too deep in his work to properly eat up the bait, a rare occasion in which his duty overrides the overwhelming passion of his temper. "Of course I will to the extreme!" Then he shifts in his chair to turn to the other man, muttering something about drive bys and torture methods under his breath. "Lemme fix your suit, Hibari!"
"Why should I?" A raise of the eyebrow just isn't enough to convey how stupid Hibari feels Ryohei is at the moment. So he smirks instead.
"The Vongola should always appear ultimately presentable," recites Ryohei, still suck in that surprising calm of his, putting down papers to fetch a needle and thread from the innards of his pockets. Hibari raises an eyebrow. "... What're you lookin' at me for?!"
"Who taught you that carrying a needle and thread everywhere? The fag of a weakling?" But he walks up to Ryohei despite that, slamming his bloody shoes on the bit of chair between the other man's legs and leaning to press his knee against the other man's chest, tonfas suddenly exposed. "Fix this first or I'll bite you to death."
The boxer jolts at the sudden intrusion, but bites down his anger and growls, a guttural sound that Hibari feels on the skin of his knee. The meeting is in ten minutes and there was more on the line than just pride and childish quarrels. Huffing, he pushes his sleeves further up his arms and inspects Hibari's pants with a needle settled between his teeth.
"I'm doing this for the extreme family, you bastard, NOT FOR YOU."
"If you insist, wench."
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Agon/Unsui - "Cappuccino" via muura
That aftertaste still lingers in the roof of his mouth, a sweetness mixed with liberal amounts of bitter black coffee and soothing white cream; and the warmth radiating from that porcelain cup still graces the palm of his hands, a fleeting comfort compared to the winter cool air outside that condenses into little white puffs of smoke when he breathes in and out, in and out. But he doesn't like it, nor does he enjoy the resulting sugar high, that jolt he gets in his spine, that slow aching burn trailing from his throat down to his chest.
Or maybe it's just Agon, fisting the back of his shirt and licking the cappuccino's foam off his lips. Maybe it's just Agon, guiding him into bathroom stalls and tugging on the belt loops of his pants. Pinning him there, a looming mirror image. Mouth against mouth, hands against hands, and then suddenly, nothing at all; he's gone.
The music from the cafe shop seeps under cracks and bounces off the blank white tiles of the bathroom, and Unsui decides that no, it isn't Agon. 'S just the caffeine and he hates it.
Fandom: Air Gear
Prompt: Spitfire/Kazu - "being tired but not being able to sleep" via kanae_harlenn
[contains spoilers]
1.
When he thinks about it, it's kinda sad, if not downright pathetic. What happened after he discovered Spitfire's video, holed up in his room, knees brought close to his chest and arms feebly hugging around them.
Staying up all night, staring at the glowing white pixels of a computer screen, head resting in the niche of his crossing arms. Closing his eyes when they stung from the radiant glow of technology and something else that also burned the back of his throat, and listening to the digitalized sound of a familiar voice. An echo, merely an echo, a refraction of words coming back to him over and over.
Company in the form of a computer program. The only man who understood him (or so he thought), a pile of stinking rot and dirty ashes in the real world, and a tiny block of pixels in the 'box' on his desk in the world of digital video. It was a little lonely, and no one was there to tell him otherwise.
No one except Spitfire.
Are your wings broken?
He doesn't sleep that night.
2. LOL PARADOX FICLET
"I thought you were dead," mumbles Kazu in the shelter of Spitfire's arms. "Fuck you, you fucking fucker fucktard--I thought you were dead."
The older man smiles lightly and pulls the younger boy closer, shifting comfortably against the sheets on the mattress. "I'm sorry. I'll let you give me another black eye, if you want."
"Shut up, bastard. I don't wanna fucking hear it." He grins against Spitfire's shirt, and Spitfire can feel something moist graze against where Kazu's eyes should be.
Spitfire frowns somberly against his heir's hair, fingers stroking the plane of his back, softly, softly. "Kazu-kun," he whispers, the confidence so associated with his persona trailing off into something quiet, unsure. "Kazu-kun..."
"MY EYE HURTS LIKE A BITCH BECAUSE OF YOU!"
And then he yelps when Kazu tries to smother him with a pillow.
Give me a prompt and a character I roleplay and I'll write a one sentence drabble. (7/31/07)
Aburame Shino
Anezaki Mamori
Cain Fuery
Hagane Kotetsu
Izuru Kira
Kazuma Kuwabara
Mitarai Kiyoshi
Momoshiro Takeshi
Sasagawa Ryohei
Suzuna Taki
Fandom: Naruto
Prompt: Aburame Shino - "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS FAGGOTRY?" via shigishigi
"Kiba," seethes Shino, annoyance, discomfort, and pure hatred seeping through the deep, vibrating timbre of his seemingly unbreakable monotone, "Please remove your mongrel from my leg before he leaves a stain."
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Suzuna Taki - "I.. have no idea" via hikaru_nekomimi
"I don't know what my brother is doing! STOP ASKING ME," yells Suzuna at poor Monta, red in the face with mortification as Taki prances across the pool, clad only in a tiny blue speedo.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Suzuna Taki - "Triple Adventure" via meeleena
The Hah Brothers can only gape in a stupor as Suzuna looks up to see mistletoe not-so-innocently hanging above thier heads, "Eh?! I'm not supposed to kiss all of you, right?!"
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Anezaki Mamori - "Hiruma" via muura
Long, wicked fingers run slow and callous against the bare form of her body, confident and well-versed in all the dips and the curves, "Not half bad, fucking manager."
Leave a fandom, pairing/character(s), and a prompt; I will then write a speed-ficlet based upon those. (11/26/07)
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Prompt: Shamal/Dino - "Ironing board" via picnicbird
1.
And naturally, he was against the whole idea in the first place, but honestly? Who listened to seasoned, old Mafioso anymore? No one, zip, nadda. That's who. Not Hayato, not Iimetsu, not the Ninth of the Vongola. Hell, not even the young, influential mob boss before him, new and green in this gritty little underground world of theirs despite his supposed potential as a leader, who came to him for advise in the first place.
And this wasn't the first time.
Sucked to be thirty, it really fucking did. Like--Balls.
"Just--give me your finger, Don Cavallone." Shamal sighs, moving up from his seat on the dirty old couch to stand next to younger man leaning on the kitchen table, sucking on his thumb and laughing the pain away. The doctor rolls his eyes and quickly unplugs the iron dangerously steaming idle on the ironing board, feeling the edges of a migraine tear against a part of him that could only be healed through booze. A shit load of booze. "Give me you finger and hand me my shirt back, please."
"Haha, sorry," says Dino, all apologetic smiles and sheepish chuckles as he obliges to half of Shamal's request, offering the older man his burnt finger. The shirt stays in his lap, crinkled and poorly folded.
"..Haha...ha."
Dino only gets a blank stare in reply, so he stares down at the floor the entire time Shamal patches up his supposedly minuscule injury with supplies that appeared out of the depths of a lab coat. He feels like a child with this man, like a prepubescent little thing with a cracked voice and a small disposition.
After a long, barren stretch of time (three minutes at the most), Shamal presents Dino his freshly wrapped digit and runs a hand through his hair, pursing his lips. "All better?"
"Where's my kiss?" and the phrase comes out involuntarily, a slip of the tongue based on a loosely related memory of mothers and childhood scrapes. Dino grasps at straws to save himself. "I-I mean uh... you know, like, what my mama used to do, you know--haha, kiss it and make it....I'm not insulting your ability as a physician or anything, honest!"
"...Shut up, Dino," interupts Shamal, breaking off Dino's nervous rant before it could inflict anymore damage.
And he grabs back the younger man's finger, closing his eyes and pressing white bandages softly against his lips. "Just shut the fuck up."
2.
Young girls were nice, all shy and cute and "Oh, Doctor Shamal, teach me more~". They were soft, smelt nice, and giggled when the stubble of his chin ran against the skin on their necks, their thighs. Really fucking nice.
Young men? Not so much. They grabbed at his tie and pushed him over ironing boards, smashing wet lips clumsily against his own and grinding hips furiously against his. They pulled his hair in accidental lengths, stepped on his toes and whispered embarrassing things against the palm of his hand.
Unpleasant, really.
But he ends up waking up next to Dino the next morning anyway.
"Fuck you, Cavallone."
"I love you, too~"
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Prompt: Ryohei/Hibari - "Sewing" via smea_chan
"Take it off."
Across the overturned hotel room, haphazardly covered in layers of papers and notes and things, Hibari visibly twitches and averts his gaze from the window, eyes narrowed and lips pressed. "Excuse me, Sasagawa?"
Ryohei's hunched over a particularly important stack of documents, jacket draped over his chair and sleeves pushed over his elbows. He gestures with his free hand absently, the other entangling fingers in his silver hair. "Your jacket, Hibari. There are extremes tears on you slacks and on the sleeve of your suit."
"Yes, and I got these blemishes in my quest to find information for you," says Hibari coldly, but inspects his sleeve nonetheless to find that there is indeed a rip in his clothing, gaping and open between splotches of blood. His knee fairs no better. "If you don't get information for me in return after this meeting, Sasagawa, I'll bite you to death."
But Ryohei's in too deep in his work to properly eat up the bait, a rare occasion in which his duty overrides the overwhelming passion of his temper. "Of course I will to the extreme!" Then he shifts in his chair to turn to the other man, muttering something about drive bys and torture methods under his breath. "Lemme fix your suit, Hibari!"
"Why should I?" A raise of the eyebrow just isn't enough to convey how stupid Hibari feels Ryohei is at the moment. So he smirks instead.
"The Vongola should always appear ultimately presentable," recites Ryohei, still suck in that surprising calm of his, putting down papers to fetch a needle and thread from the innards of his pockets. Hibari raises an eyebrow. "... What're you lookin' at me for?!"
"Who taught you that carrying a needle and thread everywhere? The fag of a weakling?" But he walks up to Ryohei despite that, slamming his bloody shoes on the bit of chair between the other man's legs and leaning to press his knee against the other man's chest, tonfas suddenly exposed. "Fix this first or I'll bite you to death."
The boxer jolts at the sudden intrusion, but bites down his anger and growls, a guttural sound that Hibari feels on the skin of his knee. The meeting is in ten minutes and there was more on the line than just pride and childish quarrels. Huffing, he pushes his sleeves further up his arms and inspects Hibari's pants with a needle settled between his teeth.
"I'm doing this for the extreme family, you bastard, NOT FOR YOU."
"If you insist, wench."
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Prompt: Agon/Unsui - "Cappuccino" via muura
That aftertaste still lingers in the roof of his mouth, a sweetness mixed with liberal amounts of bitter black coffee and soothing white cream; and the warmth radiating from that porcelain cup still graces the palm of his hands, a fleeting comfort compared to the winter cool air outside that condenses into little white puffs of smoke when he breathes in and out, in and out. But he doesn't like it, nor does he enjoy the resulting sugar high, that jolt he gets in his spine, that slow aching burn trailing from his throat down to his chest.
Or maybe it's just Agon, fisting the back of his shirt and licking the cappuccino's foam off his lips. Maybe it's just Agon, guiding him into bathroom stalls and tugging on the belt loops of his pants. Pinning him there, a looming mirror image. Mouth against mouth, hands against hands, and then suddenly, nothing at all; he's gone.
The music from the cafe shop seeps under cracks and bounces off the blank white tiles of the bathroom, and Unsui decides that no, it isn't Agon. 'S just the caffeine and he hates it.
Fandom: Air Gear
Prompt: Spitfire/Kazu - "being tired but not being able to sleep" via kanae_harlenn
[contains spoilers]
1.
When he thinks about it, it's kinda sad, if not downright pathetic. What happened after he discovered Spitfire's video, holed up in his room, knees brought close to his chest and arms feebly hugging around them.
Staying up all night, staring at the glowing white pixels of a computer screen, head resting in the niche of his crossing arms. Closing his eyes when they stung from the radiant glow of technology and something else that also burned the back of his throat, and listening to the digitalized sound of a familiar voice. An echo, merely an echo, a refraction of words coming back to him over and over.
Company in the form of a computer program. The only man who understood him (or so he thought), a pile of stinking rot and dirty ashes in the real world, and a tiny block of pixels in the 'box' on his desk in the world of digital video. It was a little lonely, and no one was there to tell him otherwise.
No one except Spitfire.
Are your wings broken?
He doesn't sleep that night.
2. LOL PARADOX FICLET
"I thought you were dead," mumbles Kazu in the shelter of Spitfire's arms. "Fuck you, you fucking fucker fucktard--I thought you were dead."
The older man smiles lightly and pulls the younger boy closer, shifting comfortably against the sheets on the mattress. "I'm sorry. I'll let you give me another black eye, if you want."
"Shut up, bastard. I don't wanna fucking hear it." He grins against Spitfire's shirt, and Spitfire can feel something moist graze against where Kazu's eyes should be.
Spitfire frowns somberly against his heir's hair, fingers stroking the plane of his back, softly, softly. "Kazu-kun," he whispers, the confidence so associated with his persona trailing off into something quiet, unsure. "Kazu-kun..."
"MY EYE HURTS LIKE A BITCH BECAUSE OF YOU!"
And then he yelps when Kazu tries to smother him with a pillow.