Dustverse fic...
You know, this band I obsess over, when they inspire people they really motha fuckin' inspire them...thanks to desfinado and allyndra for the heads up on these beauties.
Look Alive! This is the Juice that gets me glossy and puts the shiny in my shimmy. It's the toppermost of my poppermost, where Frankenstein always gets his Partying bride, and the chemicals are always romantic.
If you're looking to zone hop the frequency check Dustverse in all it's gritty glory.
NOUVELLE! They say the fallout's pure Horrorshow when you've got zones to hop, and a mop up top. Here's one desfinado who knows the score - life on the run, when you're running from your Drac vacced shadow, is no excuse to turn slob. Take this little Crash-queen's Hair Care Tips for Zonerunners and make sure they'll never take you alive.
This nameless little opener by talented Motorbaby listedheart features Mikey as a sour breathed, cynical Tommy Chow Mein, scouring the zones for tasty bargains. Could go anywhere...or nowhere, much like the Dustverse twitterfall - but the Doc's entrance is worthy of pointing your sockets at.
Lucious desfinado takes a more sombre tilt at the Dust and goes a little polka dottie on the emotions in this short but sweety. She says she's not going anywhere with it. But follow her transmission, like Mikey and Gee follow Dr Death Defying's. Track her down in the zone and convince her otherwise.
Look out, we've got a live one. This little darlin' has the zones all sewn up. She's a rabble rouser and she's not just talking for shits and gigs. allyndra is triple x broadcasting five by five from the heart of the dust bowl. And you know what that means: This might get messy, kids...
ADDENDUM!Attention all you analog hogs and transistor sisters, here're some treu tunes spun on liquid wax by desfinado
Lets tie it up nice and tidy first. Oh, greedy_dancer knows the score alright. She's high on lizard flesh and gasoline and she's seen the future and it's All too soon, in a galaxy all too close. Her TransAm's a desert bound X-wing and she needs fuelling. Go give her some.
If words are gasoline then this is a dame with scorched earth in her wake. desfinado puts Mikey in the zone on a midnight raid complete with burnt out Agents and Cherri Cola smoking the Ginger Dreams right out of Pete Wentz's head. She sets those Bridges Burning Bright as night.
Well, well, well, my little Junkdolls and Dust-punks, Waveheads and sandsiders, here's one dove-cot you wont mind getting cooped up in for a while. allyndra understands that the zone's a horrorshow, and life is dollars and dust at the end of the world, but her Motorbabies can do a little dusting of their own too.
There's a murder short a crow coz desfinado is cawing in the rafters of the Trottle Bar basement while Ray juices up for an outzone run. He's one nimble fingered juice thief too, if his Circuit Breaker skills are anything to reckon with. Short, but oh, so sweet
If Art is the weapon, this little Dustdoll is a walking armory. listedheartturps33sees all the way back to where the Party started, mired in the deep, dark, dirt, the brutal Shades of Shit. Pencil in a time to come see her scarlet lotus blooming in the dust.
Show me a Wavehead mad enough to drop a noise-bomb in broad daylight and I'll show you a ghost waiting to happen. At least that's what desfinado thinks. She sets the cat among the prairydogs, dustguzzling, and sweat slaked. Her diesel is firing and her Cola's one Dirty Girl that's ready pop pop pop.
Any of you scoped more of these tales on your trip round the Zones? Let me know. This list needs to go live...
Look Alive! This is the Juice that gets me glossy and puts the shiny in my shimmy. It's the toppermost of my poppermost, where Frankenstein always gets his Partying bride, and the chemicals are always romantic.
If you're looking to zone hop the frequency check Dustverse in all it's gritty glory.
NOUVELLE! They say the fallout's pure Horrorshow when you've got zones to hop, and a mop up top. Here's one desfinado who knows the score - life on the run, when you're running from your Drac vacced shadow, is no excuse to turn slob. Take this little Crash-queen's Hair Care Tips for Zonerunners and make sure they'll never take you alive.
This nameless little opener by talented Motorbaby listedheart features Mikey as a sour breathed, cynical Tommy Chow Mein, scouring the zones for tasty bargains. Could go anywhere...or nowhere, much like the Dustverse twitterfall - but the Doc's entrance is worthy of pointing your sockets at.
Lucious desfinado takes a more sombre tilt at the Dust and goes a little polka dottie on the emotions in this short but sweety. She says she's not going anywhere with it. But follow her transmission, like Mikey and Gee follow Dr Death Defying's. Track her down in the zone and convince her otherwise.
Look out, we've got a live one. This little darlin' has the zones all sewn up. She's a rabble rouser and she's not just talking for shits and gigs. allyndra is triple x broadcasting five by five from the heart of the dust bowl. And you know what that means: This might get messy, kids...
ADDENDUM!Attention all you analog hogs and transistor sisters, here're some treu tunes spun on liquid wax by desfinado
Lets tie it up nice and tidy first. Oh, greedy_dancer knows the score alright. She's high on lizard flesh and gasoline and she's seen the future and it's All too soon, in a galaxy all too close. Her TransAm's a desert bound X-wing and she needs fuelling. Go give her some.
If words are gasoline then this is a dame with scorched earth in her wake. desfinado puts Mikey in the zone on a midnight raid complete with burnt out Agents and Cherri Cola smoking the Ginger Dreams right out of Pete Wentz's head. She sets those Bridges Burning Bright as night.
Well, well, well, my little Junkdolls and Dust-punks, Waveheads and sandsiders, here's one dove-cot you wont mind getting cooped up in for a while. allyndra understands that the zone's a horrorshow, and life is dollars and dust at the end of the world, but her Motorbabies can do a little dusting of their own too.
There's a murder short a crow coz desfinado is cawing in the rafters of the Trottle Bar basement while Ray juices up for an outzone run. He's one nimble fingered juice thief too, if his Circuit Breaker skills are anything to reckon with. Short, but oh, so sweet
If Art is the weapon, this little Dustdoll is a walking armory. listedheartturps33sees all the way back to where the Party started, mired in the deep, dark, dirt, the brutal Shades of Shit. Pencil in a time to come see her scarlet lotus blooming in the dust.
Show me a Wavehead mad enough to drop a noise-bomb in broad daylight and I'll show you a ghost waiting to happen. At least that's what desfinado thinks. She sets the cat among the prairydogs, dustguzzling, and sweat slaked. Her diesel is firing and her Cola's one Dirty Girl that's ready pop pop pop.
Any of you scoped more of these tales on your trip round the Zones? Let me know. This list needs to go live...