In which I clearly have a favourite
WIP meme from nardaviel: When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Mikami Teru thinks he is probably asleep.
There never used to be any probably about it. Sleep belonged within the six hours a day appointed for it, remained in its proper place along with work, and food, and exercise, and leisure time, and errands, and television appearances, and above all else the work of God, that one hour each day around which the whole ritual revolved. The pen and the book and the faces and his own whispered mantra -
All that is gone now. Sleep creeps in to fill the emptiness. He drifts half-awake for most of the day, wakes at night to complete awareness and shrieks and sobs until guards rush in to silence him. They hold him down, sedate him again. He resisted, at first, but now he welcomes it.
So yes, he's probably asleep. Or he's awake, but his mind has broken utterly and he's hallucinating. Or he's dead and in Hell. Or he's alive, and sane, and conscious, and there is a dead man in his cell.
- Teru/ghost!Light prompt on the kinkmeme. I meant to finish it for the dn_contest 'necrophilia' prompt, but never did.
This is stupid, but the thing is, I keep forgetting I'm underweight.
Not that I'm - I mean, I know what I look like, obviously. But if I wasn't thinking about it and you asked me to describe myself, quickly I mean, like you snapped your fingers and said 'now', I'd go, mousy long hair, brown eyes, um um um. Straight hair. And not think of anything else. I wouldn't think to say, thin. Which is the first thing anyone else would say, probably. I get surprised by my own wrists sometimes, all the bones in them, and then I remember oh yeah I'm really skinny.
It's 'cause of having to eat so much, I suppose. Because I'm having to eat all this junk all the time - I mean, I do eat properly, and most of the calories I need I get from those milkshakes, the ones they make for bodybuilders. The things in the really huge tubs in Holland and Barrett's, if you've ever wondered who actually buys them. Bodybuilders, obviously, but pyrogenetics too and people with other abilities where they have to eat loads. The bodybuilders are the ones who can actually lift them. Anyway. Because I'm eating all the time and a lot of it is - you know, really high-calorie things - it's hard to remember that I burn it all off again. I feel like it just, you know, sits there. Like it would with anyone else.
- Original fiction! aggregated folks may remember Meyghan (and I'm sorry for dropping that post...) This is her rambling about her powers and body issues.
There were any number of reasons that this shouldn't be happening. There were people in the world who were aroused by dirt and crudity, transgression and recklessness, people whose respectable public lives masked forbidden desires. But Mikami Teru was not, never had been, never would be one of those people. Teru loved order and cleanliness and rightness. On top of which his life was defined by routines, moulded and cradled and protected by them and nothing in that life and its well-worn paths should have left him here, slammed against the wall of a tiny back room of an overpriced nightclub, fingers clawing at the plaster and another man's breath hot against his throat and the room spinning round them.
- Kinkmeme again. Higuchi/Teru. ...yes, really.
Red eyes narrow in contempt, the other's lip curled upward slightly. Teru doesn't like to see that expression on his own face. He's looked up at it too many times from behind broken glasses. It makes him wonder who else he's sneered at that way. All those witnesses who couldn't meet his eyes as their testimony fell apart. Demegawa, twitching like a beetle stabbed through with a pin.
No one who didn't deserve it. Or so his double would point out.
But still.
- Yeesh, do I write anything these days that isn't Teru porn (or rather, would've been porn if I could get that far)? This was - um - back when everyone at DNDR was writing weird non-canon drabbles about the vast amounts of UST floating around. It's, um, good-and-evil-room fic. Evil!Teru/Good!Teru. Just don't ask.
xmisamisasboyx: and suddenly everyone's saying 'kira is justice'
xmisamisasboyx: and how much the crime rates are falling
xmisamisasboyx: which they are
xmisamisasboyx: and people...
AFollower: Yes?
xmisamisasboyx: people just accept it
xmisamisasboyx: ...
xmisamisasboyx: no
xmisamisasboyx: not just accept, people want it now
AFollower: They embrace His justice.
xmisamisasboyx: yeah
xmisamisasboyx: but
AFollower: That's to be expected. At first, many resisted, not because they were unjust themselves but simply because they could not imagine that change was possible. Now that they *see* the world transformed, more are turning to Him.
xmisamisasboyx: yeah
AFollower: I'm sorry, you hadn't finished. Please continue.
xmisamisasboyx: no, that's
xmisamisasboyx: kind of what I meant
xmisamisasboyx: people feel safer now
xmisamisasboyx: are safer
xmisamisasboyx: I guess
AFollower: Indeed. The *innocent* are safer.
xmisamisasboyx: ...yeah...
xmisamisasboyx: which is good
xmisamisasboyx: protecting the innocent and everything... that's why I wanted to be a cop
xmisamisasboyx: i mean when i wasa kid
AFollower: Yes, you've mentioned that.
xmisamisasboyx: before I realised I'd need way better grades
xmisamisasboyx: I'm not a cop, obv
xmisamisasboyx: or am I? >.>
xmisamisasboyx: lol, no but seriously that'd be pretty twisted, right?
xmisamisasboyx: a cop who spends his evenings IMing some guy from a pro-Kira site
xmisamisasboyx: pretending to be a teenager?
AFollower: I don't see why. I would hope that a police officer would understand Kira's work better than most. And I make no secret of my own profession, after all.
- Not kinkmeme-related! But still Teru-related. He's talking to one of Matsuda's many sockpuppets. If I ever finish this I'll probably change their screennames, I don't like these ones.
Mikami Teru thinks he is probably asleep.
There never used to be any probably about it. Sleep belonged within the six hours a day appointed for it, remained in its proper place along with work, and food, and exercise, and leisure time, and errands, and television appearances, and above all else the work of God, that one hour each day around which the whole ritual revolved. The pen and the book and the faces and his own whispered mantra -
All that is gone now. Sleep creeps in to fill the emptiness. He drifts half-awake for most of the day, wakes at night to complete awareness and shrieks and sobs until guards rush in to silence him. They hold him down, sedate him again. He resisted, at first, but now he welcomes it.
So yes, he's probably asleep. Or he's awake, but his mind has broken utterly and he's hallucinating. Or he's dead and in Hell. Or he's alive, and sane, and conscious, and there is a dead man in his cell.
- Teru/ghost!Light prompt on the kinkmeme. I meant to finish it for the dn_contest 'necrophilia' prompt, but never did.
This is stupid, but the thing is, I keep forgetting I'm underweight.
Not that I'm - I mean, I know what I look like, obviously. But if I wasn't thinking about it and you asked me to describe myself, quickly I mean, like you snapped your fingers and said 'now', I'd go, mousy long hair, brown eyes, um um um. Straight hair. And not think of anything else. I wouldn't think to say, thin. Which is the first thing anyone else would say, probably. I get surprised by my own wrists sometimes, all the bones in them, and then I remember oh yeah I'm really skinny.
It's 'cause of having to eat so much, I suppose. Because I'm having to eat all this junk all the time - I mean, I do eat properly, and most of the calories I need I get from those milkshakes, the ones they make for bodybuilders. The things in the really huge tubs in Holland and Barrett's, if you've ever wondered who actually buys them. Bodybuilders, obviously, but pyrogenetics too and people with other abilities where they have to eat loads. The bodybuilders are the ones who can actually lift them. Anyway. Because I'm eating all the time and a lot of it is - you know, really high-calorie things - it's hard to remember that I burn it all off again. I feel like it just, you know, sits there. Like it would with anyone else.
- Original fiction! aggregated folks may remember Meyghan (and I'm sorry for dropping that post...) This is her rambling about her powers and body issues.
There were any number of reasons that this shouldn't be happening. There were people in the world who were aroused by dirt and crudity, transgression and recklessness, people whose respectable public lives masked forbidden desires. But Mikami Teru was not, never had been, never would be one of those people. Teru loved order and cleanliness and rightness. On top of which his life was defined by routines, moulded and cradled and protected by them and nothing in that life and its well-worn paths should have left him here, slammed against the wall of a tiny back room of an overpriced nightclub, fingers clawing at the plaster and another man's breath hot against his throat and the room spinning round them.
- Kinkmeme again. Higuchi/Teru. ...yes, really.
Red eyes narrow in contempt, the other's lip curled upward slightly. Teru doesn't like to see that expression on his own face. He's looked up at it too many times from behind broken glasses. It makes him wonder who else he's sneered at that way. All those witnesses who couldn't meet his eyes as their testimony fell apart. Demegawa, twitching like a beetle stabbed through with a pin.
No one who didn't deserve it. Or so his double would point out.
But still.
- Yeesh, do I write anything these days that isn't Teru porn (or rather, would've been porn if I could get that far)? This was - um - back when everyone at DNDR was writing weird non-canon drabbles about the vast amounts of UST floating around. It's, um, good-and-evil-room fic. Evil!Teru/Good!Teru. Just don't ask.
xmisamisasboyx: and suddenly everyone's saying 'kira is justice'
xmisamisasboyx: and how much the crime rates are falling
xmisamisasboyx: which they are
xmisamisasboyx: and people...
AFollower: Yes?
xmisamisasboyx: people just accept it
xmisamisasboyx: ...
xmisamisasboyx: no
xmisamisasboyx: not just accept, people want it now
AFollower: They embrace His justice.
xmisamisasboyx: yeah
xmisamisasboyx: but
AFollower: That's to be expected. At first, many resisted, not because they were unjust themselves but simply because they could not imagine that change was possible. Now that they *see* the world transformed, more are turning to Him.
xmisamisasboyx: yeah
AFollower: I'm sorry, you hadn't finished. Please continue.
xmisamisasboyx: no, that's
xmisamisasboyx: kind of what I meant
xmisamisasboyx: people feel safer now
xmisamisasboyx: are safer
xmisamisasboyx: I guess
AFollower: Indeed. The *innocent* are safer.
xmisamisasboyx: ...yeah...
xmisamisasboyx: which is good
xmisamisasboyx: protecting the innocent and everything... that's why I wanted to be a cop
xmisamisasboyx: i mean when i wasa kid
AFollower: Yes, you've mentioned that.
xmisamisasboyx: before I realised I'd need way better grades
xmisamisasboyx: I'm not a cop, obv
xmisamisasboyx: or am I? >.>
xmisamisasboyx: lol, no but seriously that'd be pretty twisted, right?
xmisamisasboyx: a cop who spends his evenings IMing some guy from a pro-Kira site
xmisamisasboyx: pretending to be a teenager?
AFollower: I don't see why. I would hope that a police officer would understand Kira's work better than most. And I make no secret of my own profession, after all.
- Not kinkmeme-related! But still Teru-related. He's talking to one of Matsuda's many sockpuppets. If I ever finish this I'll probably change their screennames, I don't like these ones.