12-character meme - those are fun!
I love these "pick some characters and put them in strange situations" memes! Here's one I got from _silverfox.
The characters are from Girl Genius, theskytides RP, or both ( Read more... )
The characters are from Girl Genius, theskytides RP, or both ( Read more... )
As for pick-up lines for Tank Girl? He'd be more likely to... well...
There's this image in my head, you see, of him kissing her rather roughly as he pins her to a bar counter of some sort, both of them covered in blood, in the aftermath of a somewhat deadly tavern brawl. Take that as you will. Blood-spattered librarian glasses optional.
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*has trouble breathing for a while, not to even mention typing*
That... is... a frighteningly hot image. *stares*
Dammit, people, how am I supposed to ever do any work if you keep putting all this delicious smut in my head?!
Blood-spattered librarian glasses. Oh Aizen.
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The scent of metal -- steel, copper, the iron tang of blood -- rose in the air, so thick he could taste it. Better than any drug, Aizen mused, or any amount of alcohol. The intoxication of violence was much more inescapable, after all.
His gaze, half-lidded and dark behind the frames of his glasses, moved lazily to his companion. She was leaning against the bar, elbows balanced on its surface heedless of the wreckage around her. A smirk curled his lips.
Blood flecked his glasses, but he could see her perfectly.
As could she, he surmised, when one moment later her hand shot out and reached for the lapels of his bloodstained coat. He could have turned away, but instead he stepped forward, one arm already curling around her waist even as his body leaned into hers, catching her between vested chest and tangled limbs and tiled bar.
"Keep the glasses on," she said, voice shaky after the kiss, rough and deep, had stolen most of her breath. "I like you in the glasses."
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/is incoherent
/loves forever &hearts
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I'm sorry ;;
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/attempts a stern look, fails completely
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...Maybe a little?
Hours later, in the heady afterglow of tangled sheets and cigarette smoke and the shadows of window grilles slanting black and crisscrossed over their naked forms, he finally leans back, smiles that smile she cannot quite figure out, and takes off his glasses. An easy motion, languid and careless, as he tucks the glasses in a pocket of the coat he previously tossed to the floor.
He turns to her afterward, slipping a cigarette free of its case and taking it between his teeth to light it with the one already held casually in her lips-- but then an expression slides over his face, halfway between mockery and hunger, and damn if she doesn't suddenly wonder who this stranger is, totally unlike the man he was a minute ago, and why she wants to kiss him so hardBut then again, mulling over 'why's has never been her style, and the cigarette falls away (only to be stubbed out by interlocked hands, prompting a hiss of pain from her and a pleased murmur from him) to be replaced by a thirsty mouth, unforgiving ( ... )
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/is truly very sorry about brain breakage, she swears
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/keeps. >;D
/happily accepts blame for once, given that everything else is Molly's fault
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