PROMPTS ⇌ 「 DOGS/DEADMAN WONDERLAND 」 Genkaku & Badou. ``war song``
For oopsipuked, by gargleblasted, themeset from 1sentence (so I cheated a lot sue me).
#01 - Ring
》 The cycles are endless -- birth, death, rebirth, all starting point with no fucking end -- and Badou couldn’t give a fuck. (He doesn’t wanna end this anyway.)
#02 - Hero
》 Nobody dies twice.
#03 - Memory
》 He thinks he sees Nagi’s face wrapped up in the strings of a dream catcher and when Badou mumbles half-livealive in his sleep, he is torn violently asunder from frayed edges that have no feathers.
#04 - Box
》 It plays a song he’s never heard and never liked, but he finds himself humming it as his shoes chnk-chnk-chnk along the chain link grate of the maintenance shaft, and he collapses like a lawn chair against the rails when he realizes just how breathless it made him (even without Genkaku’s presence to taunt him, he is hard and yearning for it).
#05 - Run
》 There were times Badou swore the world was flat because nobody could prove him wrong, and when his lungs burn breathlessly harder than his addiction and his muscles are all stiff from lactic acid, Genkaku saunters in his tub on the roof and cinches a grin and only says, “welcome home”.
#06 - Hurricane
》 It’s just another shitty eye joke from here on out, anyway, so wrap him up tight in the starkshark complex of prison-raised muscles.
#07 - Wings
》 He plucks them, dirty and clipped and hard, knowing they’re made from the same dead skin cells of hair and nails (thus finding them entirely unappealing), and when he gets to the quick that finally bleeds, he smiles a little broken-toothed smile: “Bingo.”
#08 - Cold
》 It’s all hot pipes and cold hangars and the difference between body temperature that keeps them huffing on the inner rim of outer space for just another taste.
#09 - Red
》 “I’m a demon of the worst kind: one that never fell in love with an angel or tried to overthrow his master.”
#10 - Drink
》 The first time they fucked when they were drunk lead to uncomfortable revelations like just how much they enjoyed the slow and sensual despite all of its inadequacies. (They never did it again, not without dropping a tab of X first.)
#11 - Midnight
》 They are hollow echoing clicks (no longer ticks) now, and at 11:11, Badou asks, “when’s it gonna rain?” (49 minutes never seemed so long.)
#12 - Temptation
》 It’s worse than snakes and ambrosia when he sees him standing over a still-twitching cadaver and smoke rolling from his gun, and he only smiles and says something like, “I wanted to see how the other side lived.”
#13 - View
》 Genkaku’s answer to, “you think the stage in heaven is that much better than ours?” splits a hollow chord in Badou’s voice box: “nah, everyone and everything keeps you from starting shit with the actors.”
#14 - Music
》 “Play on, Maestro. It don’t gotta be the food’a love and fuck you I ain’t got a condom on me.”
#15 - Silk
》 Badou had already known lingerie was itchy; Genkaku learned it a harder way: under the press of his cut-up little thumbs.
#16 - Cover
》 The only warmth he’ll ever offer in that bag of bones is the burlap sack they come in stretches too-thin too-sharp over skeletal remains, and if Badou is a scavanger, then Genkaku is more than happy to be road kill (just this once).
#17 - Promise
》 It’s a language everyone should know, but Badou just gets tongue-tied: “how did you find me?” is the stupidest fucking question he’s ever heard (he says he followed the breadcrumbs and made a shitty crack about candy homes and ovens and something too explicit for a childhood fairytale).
#18 - Dream
》 Genkaku hangs the charm in the window seal like it’s second-nature (“to ward off evil spirits and negative impulses,” he explains with patiencepride) that Badou thinks that’s the only reason he might just leave it, even if the feathers tickle his nose when he snores too loudly, air pressure dragging them down (“so like us…”).
#19 - Candle
》 Badou’s eurotrash up bringing doesn’t help him understand all of Genkaku’s sentimentalities, but it does help him light the wick in half the time.
#20 - Talent
》 Who needs a forte with men whose addictions span the fucking ages: jack of all trades, master’a none.
#21 - Silence
》 Badou’s gags are all metaphorical: the smoke he chokes on, the truths he’ll never tell, the lies he weaves, and the arced mass that straddles Genkaku’s shouldercollarboneneck (trapezius, he recalls faintly) that he swallows whole against parted lips when the monk makes him ride him and keeps him shivermoaning with a calloused hand wrapped tight.
#22 - Journey
》 Genkaku’s already died but Badou didn’t know him then. (It doesn’t seem so meaningless when he sees blood from his mouth that is brighter than anything he ever knew and he wonders if he’ll be more than a corpse this time.)
#23 - Fire
》 His industrial fire friend keeps the addiction well-fed and the holes well-groomed (never filled, just rimmed in pretty trimmings) and his belly full of the thick oxygen (ozone?) he never sucks in intentionally.
#24 - Strength
》 It’s more his weight that hurts than the force behind it, not so much the brutality but the intimacy in it, barely even the vigor of his kiss as the smoke-rough texture of his tongue that reminds him every day the difference between greed and excess and just how worlds apart they are.
#25 - Mask
》 Dehydration is the first sickness that sets in on Badou’s part (strangely enough, it’s not claustrophobia, not with these too-tight spaces) on the world they were never meant to explore and so were left behind -- and it’s when Genkaku silently, complacently (without a thought?) takes lead and blocks his view of the sun out that he cracks a smile for the first time since being off the ship.
#26 - Ice
》 The hours-ago blow looks like a slab of meat with the fat cut off, rubbed raw and achingly pressed into the rigged lines of his ribs where Genkaku presses that (cute) fucking up-turned nose so coyly it almost has him beseeching the Ziploc.
#27 - Fall
》 He said, “take my hand it’s only rain” so casually he felt it split his line of sanity like it was a fucking stain-glass mirror, and his upchuck reaction to sterile salt showers was both humorless and fucking hilarious.
#28 - Forgotten
》 Badou used to be a dreamer; now he has Genkaku.
#29 - Dance
》 There are steps Genkaku never wanted to learn, never wanted to touch his life, sometimes not withal barring lotus blooms -- and then Badou up and right walked outta his life and he never felt so emptycompletedangerous.
#30 - Body
》 He’s carved two things into him with that dull knife and comes back at later proximities to keep them raw: one is his name on his inner thigh and the other is “lover” on his lips -- only his teeth is the only tool that time.
#31 - Sacred
》 Genkaku’s tongue wrapping around him, everything between hips and collide and try again, is all the religion he’ll ever need and his mantra of “againagainagainmoreohgod” is a (not-begging) hymn that cannot be denied when he feels the tension winding in his belly (it’s all about placement!) to be spring-board released.
#32 - Farewells
》 There is only one place “I love you” really matters: on an epitaph (he promised to kill him someday and Genkaku waits for “ready” like a poised tiger).
#33 - World
》 “You’ve never felt rain or sun or moonshine or mist. The fuck have you felt?” “You.”
#34 - Formal
》 “FUCK YOU I’M NOT WEARING THIS PIECE OF SHIT I DON’T CARE IF YOU DO WANNA FUCKIN’ TIE ME UP BY THE COLLAR AND GANG RAPE ME EAT SHIT AND DIE, ASSLICKER”
#35 - Fever
》 Their first post-fuck static isn’t commiserated with fucking cuddling or something stupid like that; it ends with Badou bent over the toilet and praying to a porcelain god (wrong deity, motherfucker) and Genkaku not bothering to push his hair from his face as he pulls it and kisses him hard and violent: “tastes like misery and aftershave.”
#36 - Laugh
》 They're both smokers so single-syllable sounds coming out of nasty yellow teeth hold more ashy meaning than the word cunt to a drag queen on the fourth corner that night.
#37 - Lies
》 It’s the only time Badou ever fucking begged.
#38 - Forever
》 “Yeah well diamonds are the only thing that are forever and every kiss begins with kay and shut the fuck up and slam me into the banister already wouldja.”
#39 - Overwhelmed
》 He hisses and cries (not with tears) when Genkaku rakes his nails against every bony knob of his back, the weight of his hips breaking him almost as hard as the G, A, C, D, C, D, C, A trip-tapped out on the hollow spaces where his fingers fit just perfectly, and Badou comes so hard the ash from the cigarette he’d had in his hand squeezingsqueezing the monk’s bulletholeshoulder rolls down his back in a smooth, grey brand like soot and water.
#40 - Whisper
》 “Tell me something they didn’t write about you in the papers.”
#41 - Wait
》 He doesn’t think he’ll ever meet another person who Gets It like Badou does, and Badou didn’t think he’d ever meet a person who cares enough to understand like Genkaku does: “is this the part where I run away because these dingy clothes are starting to feel like a life sentence.”
#42 - Talk
》 They discuss the difference between dirt, grime, and graveyard soil, but Badou’s the most pleased when they’re not saying anything at all.
#43 - Search
》 They find more answers in each other’s scars than they do each other’s mouths.
#44 - Hope
》 It’s useless for people with no self-control, isn’t it?
#45 - Eclipse
》 It’s a sacred Buddhist festival that, on an eclipse, you dine with the one you love wearing only red. (Genkaku drenches Badou in blood that night, touching every secret curve and concave with wines and burgundies and he drinks him in just as deeply.)
#46 - Gravity
》 He says he died under a moon; he says he wants to die at noon. (It draws them tighter.)
#47 - Highway
》 Asphalt does not house graffiti as well as blank building faces that need more expression than he can muster to draw (he’s no artist), because if somebody doesn’t give them something their vacancy will call to his own hollows and he will be swept away (again).
#48 - Unknown
》 It’s the significance of his past that Genkaku could never stomach enough to hear again to actually confess, and when Badou mutters something about baring crosses, the monk’s vision snaps and sharpens hard and direct and two hours are lost to him: in wakefulness, he only finds Badou crumpled in a corner and not meeting his gaze. (The questions linger for forty days until they are, ultimately, dropped.)
#49 - Lock
》 The air tightens in as the door closes and Genkaku smiles that horrible, knowing smile, stirring something deep inside him: “it was better than the first time, yeah? No sunburn.” (It’s his gaze that really pins down his resolve like a kid with a needle hovering a calm calm butterfly.)
#50 - Breathe
》 Desperation is not something Badou fends off easily and is something Genkaku welcomes with the very first pressurization of his mantra (a-one-two-three fuckin’ scream for me).
#01 - Ring
》 The cycles are endless -- birth, death, rebirth, all starting point with no fucking end -- and Badou couldn’t give a fuck. (He doesn’t wanna end this anyway.)
#02 - Hero
》 Nobody dies twice.
#03 - Memory
》 He thinks he sees Nagi’s face wrapped up in the strings of a dream catcher and when Badou mumbles half-livealive in his sleep, he is torn violently asunder from frayed edges that have no feathers.
#04 - Box
》 It plays a song he’s never heard and never liked, but he finds himself humming it as his shoes chnk-chnk-chnk along the chain link grate of the maintenance shaft, and he collapses like a lawn chair against the rails when he realizes just how breathless it made him (even without Genkaku’s presence to taunt him, he is hard and yearning for it).
#05 - Run
》 There were times Badou swore the world was flat because nobody could prove him wrong, and when his lungs burn breathlessly harder than his addiction and his muscles are all stiff from lactic acid, Genkaku saunters in his tub on the roof and cinches a grin and only says, “welcome home”.
#06 - Hurricane
》 It’s just another shitty eye joke from here on out, anyway, so wrap him up tight in the starkshark complex of prison-raised muscles.
#07 - Wings
》 He plucks them, dirty and clipped and hard, knowing they’re made from the same dead skin cells of hair and nails (thus finding them entirely unappealing), and when he gets to the quick that finally bleeds, he smiles a little broken-toothed smile: “Bingo.”
#08 - Cold
》 It’s all hot pipes and cold hangars and the difference between body temperature that keeps them huffing on the inner rim of outer space for just another taste.
#09 - Red
》 “I’m a demon of the worst kind: one that never fell in love with an angel or tried to overthrow his master.”
#10 - Drink
》 The first time they fucked when they were drunk lead to uncomfortable revelations like just how much they enjoyed the slow and sensual despite all of its inadequacies. (They never did it again, not without dropping a tab of X first.)
#11 - Midnight
》 They are hollow echoing clicks (no longer ticks) now, and at 11:11, Badou asks, “when’s it gonna rain?” (49 minutes never seemed so long.)
#12 - Temptation
》 It’s worse than snakes and ambrosia when he sees him standing over a still-twitching cadaver and smoke rolling from his gun, and he only smiles and says something like, “I wanted to see how the other side lived.”
#13 - View
》 Genkaku’s answer to, “you think the stage in heaven is that much better than ours?” splits a hollow chord in Badou’s voice box: “nah, everyone and everything keeps you from starting shit with the actors.”
#14 - Music
》 “Play on, Maestro. It don’t gotta be the food’a love and fuck you I ain’t got a condom on me.”
#15 - Silk
》 Badou had already known lingerie was itchy; Genkaku learned it a harder way: under the press of his cut-up little thumbs.
#16 - Cover
》 The only warmth he’ll ever offer in that bag of bones is the burlap sack they come in stretches too-thin too-sharp over skeletal remains, and if Badou is a scavanger, then Genkaku is more than happy to be road kill (just this once).
#17 - Promise
》 It’s a language everyone should know, but Badou just gets tongue-tied: “how did you find me?” is the stupidest fucking question he’s ever heard (he says he followed the breadcrumbs and made a shitty crack about candy homes and ovens and something too explicit for a childhood fairytale).
#18 - Dream
》 Genkaku hangs the charm in the window seal like it’s second-nature (“to ward off evil spirits and negative impulses,” he explains with patiencepride) that Badou thinks that’s the only reason he might just leave it, even if the feathers tickle his nose when he snores too loudly, air pressure dragging them down (“so like us…”).
#19 - Candle
》 Badou’s eurotrash up bringing doesn’t help him understand all of Genkaku’s sentimentalities, but it does help him light the wick in half the time.
#20 - Talent
》 Who needs a forte with men whose addictions span the fucking ages: jack of all trades, master’a none.
#21 - Silence
》 Badou’s gags are all metaphorical: the smoke he chokes on, the truths he’ll never tell, the lies he weaves, and the arced mass that straddles Genkaku’s shouldercollarboneneck (trapezius, he recalls faintly) that he swallows whole against parted lips when the monk makes him ride him and keeps him shivermoaning with a calloused hand wrapped tight.
#22 - Journey
》 Genkaku’s already died but Badou didn’t know him then. (It doesn’t seem so meaningless when he sees blood from his mouth that is brighter than anything he ever knew and he wonders if he’ll be more than a corpse this time.)
#23 - Fire
》 His industrial fire friend keeps the addiction well-fed and the holes well-groomed (never filled, just rimmed in pretty trimmings) and his belly full of the thick oxygen (ozone?) he never sucks in intentionally.
#24 - Strength
》 It’s more his weight that hurts than the force behind it, not so much the brutality but the intimacy in it, barely even the vigor of his kiss as the smoke-rough texture of his tongue that reminds him every day the difference between greed and excess and just how worlds apart they are.
#25 - Mask
》 Dehydration is the first sickness that sets in on Badou’s part (strangely enough, it’s not claustrophobia, not with these too-tight spaces) on the world they were never meant to explore and so were left behind -- and it’s when Genkaku silently, complacently (without a thought?) takes lead and blocks his view of the sun out that he cracks a smile for the first time since being off the ship.
#26 - Ice
》 The hours-ago blow looks like a slab of meat with the fat cut off, rubbed raw and achingly pressed into the rigged lines of his ribs where Genkaku presses that (cute) fucking up-turned nose so coyly it almost has him beseeching the Ziploc.
#27 - Fall
》 He said, “take my hand it’s only rain” so casually he felt it split his line of sanity like it was a fucking stain-glass mirror, and his upchuck reaction to sterile salt showers was both humorless and fucking hilarious.
#28 - Forgotten
》 Badou used to be a dreamer; now he has Genkaku.
#29 - Dance
》 There are steps Genkaku never wanted to learn, never wanted to touch his life, sometimes not withal barring lotus blooms -- and then Badou up and right walked outta his life and he never felt so emptycompletedangerous.
#30 - Body
》 He’s carved two things into him with that dull knife and comes back at later proximities to keep them raw: one is his name on his inner thigh and the other is “lover” on his lips -- only his teeth is the only tool that time.
#31 - Sacred
》 Genkaku’s tongue wrapping around him, everything between hips and collide and try again, is all the religion he’ll ever need and his mantra of “againagainagainmoreohgod” is a (not-begging) hymn that cannot be denied when he feels the tension winding in his belly (it’s all about placement!) to be spring-board released.
#32 - Farewells
》 There is only one place “I love you” really matters: on an epitaph (he promised to kill him someday and Genkaku waits for “ready” like a poised tiger).
#33 - World
》 “You’ve never felt rain or sun or moonshine or mist. The fuck have you felt?” “You.”
#34 - Formal
》 “FUCK YOU I’M NOT WEARING THIS PIECE OF SHIT I DON’T CARE IF YOU DO WANNA FUCKIN’ TIE ME UP BY THE COLLAR AND GANG RAPE ME EAT SHIT AND DIE, ASSLICKER”
#35 - Fever
》 Their first post-fuck static isn’t commiserated with fucking cuddling or something stupid like that; it ends with Badou bent over the toilet and praying to a porcelain god (wrong deity, motherfucker) and Genkaku not bothering to push his hair from his face as he pulls it and kisses him hard and violent: “tastes like misery and aftershave.”
#36 - Laugh
》 They're both smokers so single-syllable sounds coming out of nasty yellow teeth hold more ashy meaning than the word cunt to a drag queen on the fourth corner that night.
#37 - Lies
》 It’s the only time Badou ever fucking begged.
#38 - Forever
》 “Yeah well diamonds are the only thing that are forever and every kiss begins with kay and shut the fuck up and slam me into the banister already wouldja.”
#39 - Overwhelmed
》 He hisses and cries (not with tears) when Genkaku rakes his nails against every bony knob of his back, the weight of his hips breaking him almost as hard as the G, A, C, D, C, D, C, A trip-tapped out on the hollow spaces where his fingers fit just perfectly, and Badou comes so hard the ash from the cigarette he’d had in his hand squeezingsqueezing the monk’s bulletholeshoulder rolls down his back in a smooth, grey brand like soot and water.
#40 - Whisper
》 “Tell me something they didn’t write about you in the papers.”
#41 - Wait
》 He doesn’t think he’ll ever meet another person who Gets It like Badou does, and Badou didn’t think he’d ever meet a person who cares enough to understand like Genkaku does: “is this the part where I run away because these dingy clothes are starting to feel like a life sentence.”
#42 - Talk
》 They discuss the difference between dirt, grime, and graveyard soil, but Badou’s the most pleased when they’re not saying anything at all.
#43 - Search
》 They find more answers in each other’s scars than they do each other’s mouths.
#44 - Hope
》 It’s useless for people with no self-control, isn’t it?
#45 - Eclipse
》 It’s a sacred Buddhist festival that, on an eclipse, you dine with the one you love wearing only red. (Genkaku drenches Badou in blood that night, touching every secret curve and concave with wines and burgundies and he drinks him in just as deeply.)
#46 - Gravity
》 He says he died under a moon; he says he wants to die at noon. (It draws them tighter.)
#47 - Highway
》 Asphalt does not house graffiti as well as blank building faces that need more expression than he can muster to draw (he’s no artist), because if somebody doesn’t give them something their vacancy will call to his own hollows and he will be swept away (again).
#48 - Unknown
》 It’s the significance of his past that Genkaku could never stomach enough to hear again to actually confess, and when Badou mutters something about baring crosses, the monk’s vision snaps and sharpens hard and direct and two hours are lost to him: in wakefulness, he only finds Badou crumpled in a corner and not meeting his gaze. (The questions linger for forty days until they are, ultimately, dropped.)
#49 - Lock
》 The air tightens in as the door closes and Genkaku smiles that horrible, knowing smile, stirring something deep inside him: “it was better than the first time, yeah? No sunburn.” (It’s his gaze that really pins down his resolve like a kid with a needle hovering a calm calm butterfly.)
#50 - Breathe
》 Desperation is not something Badou fends off easily and is something Genkaku welcomes with the very first pressurization of his mantra (a-one-two-three fuckin’ scream for me).