ALIEN SLIME WRESTLINGpossibly_thriceOctober 10 2010, 03:07:01 UTC
A silence like a star.
"What are you," said Win, without looking at him. "Scared?"
"Hey," he said, indignantly, and then he didn't know what to add.
She spun slow on the balls of her bare feet, the dragging pressure of her curled toes cutting tracks into the goo. Her face sleeved with light. And, it has to be said, goo.
George stepped backward without thinking.
Winona smiled. The translucent edges of her teeth were tinted to a dark yellow where the goo had gotten in.
"Right," she said, and leapt.
They went down rolling, and landed at the edge of the less solid part of the floor. "We're gonna sink," George gasped, straining back from the place where he could see the light coming through, faint and urine-sharp, its source buried under fathoms of semitransparent stuff.
"I love you," said Winona, and bit him.
"--holy fuck, ow--"
"--love you, love you, love you--"
The goo separates under their weight, splits, in places, like jello under the edge of a spoon, their bodies carving fragile canyons out of the smooth strange depths as
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what I don't evenpossibly_thriceOctober 9 2010, 04:59:01 UTC
It was a dark and foggy night. Somewhere, Chad Michael Murray was staring soulfully out of a billboard.
He smiled whitely down on the passing cars, his glow constant and undimmed by the San Francisco mist... until, around 2:00 am, something punched through the billboard and out the other side, leaving a largish hole in his exquisitely clean teeth
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Pepper tends to win flinging competitions, but only because she has little regard for the rules of What Is Being Flung, No, Really, And You Can Put The Gravel Down, Too.
multiple members of the family cactaceaepossibly_thriceOctober 10 2010, 09:15:50 UTC
Crowley liked his plants glossy and prehistoric. He owned one cactus, because Hell's PR department had laid out certain guidelines and it was best, he'd discovered, to not antagonize the secretaries; but he didn't really think of it as one of his plants. In his mind, it had more in common with the toaster, or the fax machine, or the television. It was kept apart from the others. One long arm extended out from the round body, shedding spines on the glass top of the coffee table, and flowering periodically in colors that might have been distilled from one of Pollution's better sunsets. (No one had told Crowley that the flowers of Echinopsis oxygona are, traditionally, a pale lavender, and he wouldn't have believed them if they had
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ETA: Or pudding. Pudding works, too.
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Can they be wrestling in slimy pudding?
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"What are you," said Win, without looking at him. "Scared?"
"Hey," he said, indignantly, and then he didn't know what to add.
She spun slow on the balls of her bare feet, the dragging pressure of her curled toes cutting tracks into the goo. Her face sleeved with light. And, it has to be said, goo.
George stepped backward without thinking.
Winona smiled. The translucent edges of her teeth were tinted to a dark yellow where the goo had gotten in.
"Right," she said, and leapt.
They went down rolling, and landed at the edge of the less solid part of the floor. "We're gonna sink," George gasped, straining back from the place where he could see the light coming through, faint and urine-sharp, its source buried under fathoms of semitransparent stuff.
"I love you," said Winona, and bit him.
"--holy fuck, ow--"
"--love you, love you, love you--"
The goo separates under their weight, splits, in places, like jello under the edge of a spoon, their bodies carving fragile canyons out of the smooth strange depths as ( ... )
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IS
THE MASKED AVENGER
OF SAN FRANCISCO
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Bonus points if Chad Michael Murray inexplicably shows up. *grins*
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He smiled whitely down on the passing cars, his glow constant and undimmed by the San Francisco mist... until, around 2:00 am, something punched through the billboard and out the other side, leaving a largish hole in his exquisitely clean teeth ( ... )
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Jim/Bones
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War does this with pumpkins.
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Although pumpkin pulp is possibly crossing the line from sexy to, you know, odd, as materials for wrestling in go. :'D
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Pepper tends to win flinging competitions, but only because she has little regard for the rules of What Is Being Flung, No, Really, And You Can Put The Gravel Down, Too.
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(IDK; I've been looking at lots of them for over a week now.)
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