Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four
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1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
"I must admit," Veidt begins. He's settled in the plush comfort of a throne-- a real throne-- with his feet propped on the curled back of a kid who couldn't have been much older than twenty. The kid had come running when Veidt waved his hand, and had flashed Blake a smile before turning all pill-bug on the floor. "I haven't been thrilled with all fuss your people have been making over me, Mr. Blake."
"Yeah, well, that tends to happen when a castle drops out of the sky from fucking nowhere."
Blake's attention splits between Veidt and the figures that circle the borders of the room with the anxious tension of big cats pacing an enclosure at the zoo. They make obscene gestures at him when he catches their eyes, and some of them just turn and start to rut against whichever of their number happens to be closest. Blake wonders if they're drugged.
"Nothing comes from nowhere, Agent Blake." Says Veidt.
"Real deep. Thanks for that," Says Blake. "But I'm tired of dicking around with you."
Blake reaches into his suit pocket and produces a slip ( ... )
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His voice had gotten lower as he approached, hands held out in a placating manner. Blake hadn't put his gun away, but he doesn't raise it now, even when Veidt's close enough that he can feel the breath from his last words brush his skin.
"Tell me, Agent Blake." Says Veidt. "The real reason you're here."
A muscle in Blake's face twitches.
"I'm here," He says, "Because it's my job."
"No. You're here because you were curious, and bored, and thought that you could handle me." He smirks. "I do wish you'd try. To handle me, that is."
Blake eyes him, shifting on his feet. "The hell's your game, Veidt?"
"No games here, Agent Blake. Merely an invitation."
"Master--"
They both turn. The speaker is a short, red-haired man that Blake had initially noticed because he was the only one of Veidt's minions wearing pants. Purple pinstripe pants, granted, but pants nonetheless. Beyond that, his only other article of clothing is a tattered trenchcoat.
"What?" Veidt says, and the lulling tones of his voice give way to irritation.
"The man is a government ( ... )
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You knew he was a no-good kid.
But when he threatened your life
with a switch-blade knife
What a guy!
Makes you cry.
Und I did.
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Dan and Laurie = Brad and Janet...
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Dan = Brad
Laurie = Janet
Hollis = Dr. Scott
Walter = Riff Raff
Eddie = Eddie
Ursula/Nurse (or Ursula/Sally?) = Magenta and Cornelia
Everyone else = assorted groupies and Transylvanians
That just leaves a verrrry important question. Who would play Rocky? Fortunately I have the perfect solution...
...another Adrian. A clone, of sorts. Because, as long as we're pumping everything else to the max, let's do the narcissism, too. (Plus, it seems to be fanon that multiple Veidts can't coexist without slaughtering each other.) XD
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