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I survive, though maybe barely; I am somehow almost hyperaware of how precarious my job situation potentially is, and thus have been trying to work extra hard as a good little worker bee, which doesn't leave much energy for much else.
But it's Friday night and I have nothing else to do. And I haven't done anything even vaguely like this in a while so OK GO.
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laylah and white_aster:
Give me a prompt, ANY SORT OF PROMPT, be it crazy wacky crossover or weird AU or "regular" fic, and I will write anywhere from one line to one paragraph from a pivotal scene.
Otherwise, I'mma gonna stare blankly at the ceiling and will it to be cool enough tomorrow that going out anywhere is not hellish. ♥
But it's Friday night and I have nothing else to do. And I haven't done anything even vaguely like this in a while so OK GO.
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laylah and white_aster:Give me a prompt, ANY SORT OF PROMPT, be it crazy wacky crossover or weird AU or "regular" fic, and I will write anywhere from one line to one paragraph from a pivotal scene.
Otherwise, I'mma gonna stare blankly at the ceiling and will it to be cool enough tomorrow that going out anywhere is not hellish. ♥
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Any tengu, any series (including my own), any folklore... or a mix thereof.
TENGU TOUCHING TENGU, MAN!!!
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Weight slams into his back and smashes him down; it's unexpected enough that he staggers in midair, wings flapping desperately -- and then hards grasp hard, ripping out a full handfull of feathers and he chokes on the pain, unwilling to cry out, and they fall.
They hit had enough he feels bones in his arm crack, and then Minamoto croons low in his ear, "Found you."
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Duuuuuuuuude bad touch tengu LUV, baby! *___________* I LUV the feather-ripping and bones cracking. Tengu are so sexy. Thank you dahling~
'We still on for this Saturday (Aug.5)? Where do ya wanna meet up?
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:D
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Saix looks down from his observatory at his superior, who is swaying so badly that the next broad gesture will most certainly knock him over, and he decides he will never let Axel mix drinks for him. Ever.
So I fail at Shakespearen balcony style. Uh. XDFrom:
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--and then afterwards, in order to pretend it never happened, Xemnas sets Axel up to babysit the new kid, see how HE likes it for a change. XD
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Roxas working in the Ouran Host Club! ^_____^ With Axel as the 'client'! ^________________________^
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Axel waggles his eyebrows and then smooths his skirt primly. "I paid for this time," he says. "So c'mon, handsome, let's hear some sweet talk."
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you win. brain broked.a;lksdlk;asfj
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♥
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Haruka and Kantarou meeting up (somehow!) with Granny Weatherwax and Vimes. Because I think that would be hilarious.
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"No, love, y'see, it's like this," and Jack takes a swig of rum, "bein' that you and Elizabeth are the sorts who run off and get y'selves into trouble, you always seem to pull poor old Jack into it, too. So's I've been thinking, well. Best way of keepin' you two out of trouble is by keepin' me own two eyes on you at all times, savvie?"
"But that isn't--"
"She's got the sea in her blood, boy, you best be acceptin' that now." Jack rocks with his ship, utterly comfortable with the motion. "But ah, old Jack now. He's gotten to know the sea pretty well, and he can help you ..." He puts an arm on Will's shoulder, which has dirty nails and oddly warm fingers, "He can help you with that."
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Damn you're good. That's... wow, that's Jack. I love it! Thank you so much!!!
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Pirates of Dark Water/KH2, dammit. ♥
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"You threw the Keyblade," Riku says disbelievingly.
Sora shrugs. "It seemed like a good idea at the time?" He spreads his arms open wide. "The Dark Water just kept coming and it's not like it has a body you can hit, so uh." He rubbed the back of his neck. "But it worked, so ..."
Riku stares at him, and then very gently begins to bang his head against the cabin wall, muttering curses that Sora's pretty sure he didn't know till he started bunking next door to Ioz.
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... that's so utterly beautiful and yes in all ways THANK YOU. XD Riku's going to get a lot of mileage out of 'noy jitat' and the rest of the Mer cuss words, isn't he.
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Everyone is going to get a lot of mileage out of that phrase. Especially after Sora decides that he could TOTALLY DODGE ROLL that next wave of Dark Water and Kairi ends up rescuing him and the Dark Water is totally afraid of her. XD
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Ahahahaha. XD Oh man, after that one Riku will be using EVERY swear he knows and combining them in creative and exciting new ways. XD
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Fakir, Ahiru and fanfiction.
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But he gets about as far as writing his name next to hers when he crumbles the paper up, redfaced, and throws it away.
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When he argues, she simply tugs a loose thread here and there, throwing him new fragments of memory of that boy with sky-blue eyes, until he gives up and leaves to be alone.
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♥
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Um.
*can't think of her own* D:
Um.
Something with Demyx and somebody listening to him play?
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In her other life, her real life, she had actually been a dancer -- a prima ballerina, she dimly remembers, with music in every waking moment of her life. And in a world that doesn't exist, there's really no space for music; everything is weighed down, dark, and even a Dancer has difficult achieving the lightness of being that's necessary for true ballet. They are all burdened by this, her sister-sibs in stagnation.
But her lord knows, her lord is wise, and sometimes he sneaks off from somewhere else he should be (they do not question; they do not want to call any unpleasant attention to him) and he will choose one of many thousands of rooms that aren't really there, and he will pick out hesitant tunes on his sitar and they will dance, just for him.
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oh, I love it and it's fabulous and full of woobity. Also I am tired so I have no more words than that, but I love it.
His pretty dancers and he's so nice to them. Demyx is an awesome, if not a little flaily, lord X3
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"What's wrong with my girls?" Demyx asks, and he looks sort of like a kid whose puppy won the Ugly Dog contest on accident. "They're PRETTY."
"Demyx," Axel says, "they don't have FACES."
"So?!"
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*wooblepeep*
♥♥♥
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...the one where Sora wakes up in bed with Axel and goes "omfgriku'sgonnakillmeroxasyoubastard, DDDDD:" ...and it's awkward. but possibly hot. AND AWKWARD.
or the one where sora and roxas get really bored in detention and play the word game~♥
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"... Uh," he says, because it's the only thing his brain can process.
Axel bites his ear, and mutters. "I'm still sleeping," he says. "Roxas, shut up."
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So, Sora thinks, doodling on a scrap of notebook paper, what's the first word that comes to mind when I say "Math"?
Numbers.
"Beaches"?
Sunburn.
"Watermelon"?
Expensive.
"Summer"?
You trying to tell me something, here?
Sora doodles a heart and draws a crown over it. "Drag"?
Marluxia last Halloween.
There's a beat of silence as Sora's pencil screeches across the page. WHAT.
What, Roxas says, bored, you couldn't tell?
THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT. Sora hunches his shoulder and scribbles spirals. I mean *a* drag. A DRAG. YOU KNOW, LIKE DETENTION.
... well, Roxas says reasonably, say so next time.
Sora spends the rest of detention not speaking to himself.
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*DIES* YOU MAY SO TOTALLY HAVE MY FIRST BORN CHILD FOR THAT. OMG, SO MANY THINGS THAT MAKE ME GO SQUEE AND WOOB AND LOVE, AND OH. WOW. LOOOOOOOOVVVEEEE YYYYYOOOOUUUUU. ♥
You win at EVERYTHING. :DD
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(But I'm glad you're enjoying the rest! ♥)
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"I could totally do that," Sora protested, watching the genin go flying through the trees. "Why can't I be a ninja, huh?"
Riku knocked the back of his fist gently against Sora's forehead. "Because," he said, "I don't think 'Puppy Eyes-no-jutsu' is exactly accepted practice for anyone but you."
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Natsumi is telling Paul about an article she read that morning when the GetBackers slouch in, about a man who was struck by lightning seven times and then had his tombstone struck an eighth when he died, and how very unusual it was, because everyone knew lightning never strikes the same place twice, but he was probably in different places each time, so--
This is where Ban snorts into his coffee and mutters under his breath, "Seven's nothing, the wuss."
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The thing is, even without the caked layers of makeup (which Haruhi had confisticated before it could even be cracked open) and in a plain white shift snitched from one of the walk-in closets, hair askew and eyes red from crying, Tamaki is a really pretty girl.
Kyouya makes a few notes of this, then sets out to resolutely ignore Tamaki for the rest of the evening.
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That is absolutely beautiful. I want to read that whole story now, with the Haruhi makeup-confiscation and Kyouya noticing Tamaki's purty and and... Thank you, that was beautiful. *Does not have a soft spot for
Mom/DadKyouya/Tamaki. No, really.*Your writing, as always, is exquisite, even in bite-sized form. I lick it.