Mmm, I'm pretty sure that almost no one reads this thing, but I'm looking for something to kick me back into the flow of writing at least somewhat regularly, so. Might as well, right?
Gimme a prompt and a character/pairing and I'll see what I can do. They'll probably short be short (along
these lines) and I can't make any promises about quality,
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You've spent so much of your life looking down the sights of a pulse weapon it's ironic that you don't have one now. No pistol, no rifle, not much as a simple knife. The ice is reaching up for you; the strap holds fast; there's no way out.
John's voice crackles over the comms, louder even than the wind rushing in your ears. His voice breaks and you're not sure if it's him or the static.
"You're not going to die like this, baby," he says, "You're not going to die like this."
You wish you believed him.
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I just read some of your drabbles and I absolutely adore'em, so, may I request something too? :)
Bleach. Gin & Renji, underestimated.
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Urgh, repost for typoism. DX
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Momo calls while he's in the middle of mopping up a spill and swearing about it too; he's not even sure what it is but it's sticky and it's stubborn and he's going to fucking kill Shuuhei just as soon as the dumbass wakes up.
"What the shit does the bastard drink anyway?" he growls at Momo, and he can almost feel her blinking over the line.
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"Yeah?" Renji grunted, somewhere behind his head.
"It's not meant to carry three people," Izuru said.
"So?" Shuuhei this time, sounding so disinterested that he mustt have been half asleep.
"Beyond that," Izuru continued, his temper finally snapping as he hit the brakes, listening to the cries and clatter of his friends hitting the ground with a sort of vicious satisfaction, "why am I the one pedaling?"
Made small edits, ahahah.
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Or if Treize is not your cup of tea, I'll just go with Gin/Kira - "stain".
No worries if you're not feeling the groove with either prompt. Good luck with the writing (and I add my voice to the chorus of those hoping you'll do more with the Bleach AU at some point). ♥
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(And just for the record, I adore Une. ♥ Apologies for the open-ended-nature of that GW request, eep eep!)
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Roses and rose petals in the bath were hardly an anomaly; even the presence of Une herself was becoming something less than uncommon. What was unusual was catching the general in the act of destroying one of his beloved flowers, pulling the bloom in his hands apart petal by petal, lips moving around words Une couldn't quite catch, the petals clinging to his skin like wet velvet until he let his hands drop into the water and they scattered, swirling on and under the surface of the water and his leg ( ... )
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