Mononoke fic/art-athon - fic/art post - CLOSED

[woodburner]

FIC/ART POST CLOSED as of 4:55pm EDT! Click here for compiled links list for all fic/art.

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AND FIRST POST IS GO

[dogemperor]

Character(s)/Pairing: MS and any non-Asian spirit/monster as a mononoke

Re: AND FIRST POST IS GO

[woodburner]

"I would like...to request...a room."

- LOL XD

Re: AND FIRST POST IS GO

[dogemperor]

Yeah, hard to get Kusuri-uri's voice down :D At any rate, I hope it didn't suck too bad :D

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[woodburner]

Hee, I can see him Shatner-ing his way around the hotels of the world, and people would be like, "wtf, are you an impersonator? talent night's not till next week!"

MS, OS, and Kayo; G/PG; Grief

[woodburner]

An old woman becomes young again, right before his eyes. The wrinkles of skin melt into a smooth surface, supple and dark; her voice changes, stretches, the cracks and infirmities washed away from the vibrance it once held.

"I guess I just couldn't forget, huh?" she says, looking almost embarassed. "I didn't mean to cling on like that. I just - I wanted to say, just once, 'let me go with you.'"I thought you wanted love," he says. "A husband. Children

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[magicnoire]

WAH!

Re: MS, OS, and Kayo; G/PG; Grief

[woodburner]

This had been sitting in my head for literally months but I never bothered to write it because it was too fucking depressing. XD;;

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[dogemperor]

Depressing isn't necessarily *bad* IMHO--if it can be done right, it can be sad but good at the same time, if that makes sense. (And yes, for the record, this qualifies quite well in this.)

MS/genish-Kayo!incarnation; Our favourite apothecary in the modern world. part 1 of 5 [!]

[grendelity]

“Sayu-chan, come on, let me do it...” Eiko waved the scissors closer to Sayuri’s face, making a pleading face. “They’re just so long.”

Sayuri shrunk away from the scissors, staring. “No! Just--no. Not here. Not on the train,” she hissed, trying to keep the other passengers from overhearing. “It’s bad enough that I’m here.”

Eiko gave her a wounded look. “It’s because you love me, Sayu-chan. And tonight’ll be the last time, I swear. Tonight he’ll do it for sure.” She looked away, holding her little scissors close, and for just a second she looked so genuinely cliché-lovesick that Sayuri swallowed back her reply and just grumbled to herself. Three weeks in a row of dancing until dawn--two nights of the week, even--were starting to hurt. She was running out of money, and she would be running out of a job soon if she didn’t stop coming in looking half-dead. Not even lazy secretaries, her boss had said coolly, could sleep on the job more than once every couple of weeks. But Eiko had taken her shopping and found these shoes in Sayuri’s

Re: MS/genish-Kayo!incarnation; Our favourite apothecary in the modern world. part 2 of 5 [!]

[grendelity]

He turned, and Sayuri caught her breath, forgetting her quick glance as he lifted his face to the harsh light of the signs overhead. His skin was ashen and tinged with an unhealthy bluish color, shadowy eyes peering from behind knotted, dirty-looking hair. He wore makeup like a nightmare, scarlet slashed over his eyes and down his nose like wounds. His lips were painted into a small, coy smile, shaded to match the ragged purple scarf wrapped around his head. His clothes hung off the sharp angles of his bony frame, knobby wrists and jutting collarbones, but exposed to the night air, the nape of his neck was delicate and pale like some geisha-cliché

Re: MS/genish-Kayo!incarnation; Our favourite apothecary in the modern world. part 3 of 5 [!]

[grendelity]

Eiko grabbed Sayuri’s hand and dove into the crowd, slipping neatly between shoulders and elbows. Above them was the DJ, headphones cocked back on sweaty hair; his fingers slid over the turntables and he swayed to the deep house beat. Eiko was already moving to the music, the light flashing blue and red across her sparkled cheeks, and she pulled Sayuri in for just a second. She yelled something close to Sayuri’s ear that got lost in the sound, that was just breath against Sayuri’s neck and a squeezing tug at her hand. Laughing, Eiko did a little spin and let go, drifting until Kei’s hand slid around her waist. She smiled and leaned against him, and when he ducked his head and gave her a kiss, Sayuri looked away

Re: MS/genish-Kayo!incarnation; Our favourite apothecary in the modern world. part 3 of 5 [!]

[grendelity]

She stared after him, her hand on her cheek, and he smiled at her again. She blinked and tried to shove her away between two bodies, yelling, “Wait! Wait--” but he turned away, and she was thrust back, and he was gone. She stared after him for a long moment, her fingers tracing those lines of contact at her cheek, her neck, her ear, and she could feel her cheeks burn. Be careful. She swallowed and started pushing her way through the throng of dancers, back in a general Eiko-direction

Otherself/Kayo; PG-13ish+; flying too close to the sun

[grendelity]

Kayo sees him, sometimes. These are rare moments, every few months, or once every year or so, when he will find her wherever she’s working now, appearing like a ghost as she’s hanging wet laundry out on the clothesline, from behind a billowing sheet and offering some comment about how daydreams weren’t supposed to get anything this clean, were they? Or she’ll look up from her sweeping (or something, you know, taking a break from sweeping, same thing) or the pile of mending in her lap, and there he is, giving her that smile, that pleased look in his eye. And she gives a little shriek, she always does, because she can never hear him coming and never expects to see him wherever he is

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[woodburner]

...HAWT.

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[grendelity]

<33333

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[magicnoire]

Lovely.

[bladderwrack]

OH GOD EVERYONE WROTE EPIC FIC ALREADY TT_TT

Character(s)/Pairing: MS/other self (/Hyper/Kusuriuri's Eidolon/whatever you want to call him :D)
Prompt: Internal monologues/knowing that having an other self means you're never alone :3 Open for everything from crack to selfcest.

'The assistance is appreciated, Other Self, but ~ '

[woodburner]

HAH! Otherself? More like PuppySelf! *is shot*

I lolled. 8DDD

[dogemperor]

Well, that *would* fit frighteningly well with the Okami "Lady Amaterasu is MS' mommy" stuff... :D

*STOPS NOW BEFORE I AM THWAPPED BY THE ENTIRETY OF THE ENGLISH SPEAKING MONONOKE FANDOM* :D

So I think puppy-boys are hawt... :3

[bladderwrack]

His drool has healing properties! ...er, possibly.