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singularityderp2011-09-29 09:48 pm
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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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-Jin Tian || (
-Gamzee 1 || (
-Poniko || (
-George || (
-Camille || (
Number of Tracks:
673
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Poniko 23
77 WHY
my angel is the centerfold
angel is the centerfold!
Jin hadn't even known that Sacrosanct had its own porn magazine.
Really, they'd only come here for coffee. Well, Skyfire had come for coffee; Jin had come for the off-brand Snickers bars, and mere curiosity had led him into the magazine racks.
They stood there, bright red, staring at "THE NAKED SACROSANCT - chicks and dudes, dicks and sploodge, and everything in between!!" (in comic sans) and Jin wondered, not for the first time, what the hell was wrong with this place. The cover was a kaleidoscope of tits.
"Why would..." Jin began.
"I don't know," Skyfire said weakly. "Would Hypatia--?"
"No, look, it's by someone named 'Camille.' Who's Camille?"
Skyfire could only shake his head.
"Do you think it's...anyone we know?"
"I don't know and I don't want to know."
"Oh stars, no, me neither. Let's--we should get rid of it."
"We--what?"
"What if children see this?"
Skyfire looked horrified at the mere thought.
"We'll just...just throw them out," Jin said, reaching a shaking hand toward the magazine. "Just..."
His hand twitched and he dropped the magazine to the floor. It fell open right to the centerfold. Morbid curiosity drew Jin's gaze straight to it, and Skyfire had to lean down to see properly.
They both went ashen at the exact same time.
Later, they both stood outside, watching the convenience store burn to the ground. Station drones were already trying to put out the fire, but if dragon blood is good for anything, it's burning stuff.
"We will never speak of this again," Jin said.
"Nope. Never."
"Never."
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PHONECENTERFOLD?78 EXTRA
so glide away on soapy heels
and promise not to promise anymore
He was gone. Jin had told the truth, and he had disappeared, and that was that.
Jin hadn't gotten to say goodbye, or even that he was sorry. A year now. Skyfire wasn't coming back.
Jin kept himself busy, like he always did. There was always the rift to study. There was always an insane AI to destroy or to fail to destroy. There was always contrary, capricious Hypatia. There was the war that had finally broken out between the station and the planet. It was the same as always. Jin had lost a friend, and he had mourned, and he had moved on, and another part of him was dead forever.
It didn't mean Jin didn't think about him. He wondered where Skyfire had gone back to the City he talked about, or if he had gone back to Cybertron. Jin could only hope that Skyfire was safe and, maybe, happy.
If he ever came back, what would he say? Jin had told him everything, and Skyfire had walked off without a single word. Jin heard nothing until Shockwave came on the network a week later, asking where Skyfire was; and then someone had tried to trace the network ID, but the ID was gone. Jin never knew what Skyfire had thought of it. If Skyfire came back, would he still be a friend?
Jin held onto the hope, fool that he always was. It didn't matter. Skyfire wasn't coming back. He was gone. And that was that.
23
dancing in the desert
blowing up the sunshine
She'd gone to the White Desert many times before the girl with the braids had arrived.
Her first instinct when she'd noticed the encroaching lands in the dreamworld had been to explore them. But immediately upon crossing the threshold, she'd known that these worlds didn't belong to her. The White Desert felt old, older than Poniko's worlds, and they were foreign. She hadn't liked the desert, with its monochrome. She preferred colors. She preferred the pastels of the Shoal. Even the Snow Land was preferable.
Still, it wasn't as if all of the worlds were pleasant. They weren't meant to be; they were tests, even Poniko knew that. So she explored, and she found Monoe and Monoko.
They might have been sisters. Or maybe they were the same person. Either way, Poniko got a sense from them that she hadn't gotten from the the other beings. Not from the snow girl, or the beaked man, or the thing with the quivering jaw deep in the encroaching darkness. Not from the Toriningen, to be sure. Monoe and Monoko felt different. They never spoke to her, probably never could. Poniko didn't even know if they knew that she was there. Monoko stayed in her tunnel and screamed silently and transformed if you came too close, and she always had had Poniko waking up with a start. Her sister, if Monoe was her sister, had a subtler terror to her. Always smiling, that strange Mona Lisa smirk, and always disappearing when you tried to touch her.
Poniko couldn't say how she knew what to call them. They were Monoe and Monoko, the same way that she was Poniko. The same way that Masada was Masada. Only the girl with the braids hadn't yet yielded a name.
Once the girl came and started killing the beaked man and chasing the rare Takofuusen, things changed. The outskirts of the desert changed and red began to run through all the white. If you followed the right paths you'd find the niches the girl had carved, the severed heads and limbs and mutated monsters. If Monoe or Monoko noticed or cared, they gave no indication. They stayed where they had always stayed. Even the girl with the braids couldn't harm them.
The girl's corruption had spread. Poniko retreated to her castle and never saw the White Desert again.
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Ladon and Camille 240
Jin by himself 414
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626
well you're walkin and a talkin
and a freakin and a yellin
Once they'd moved past the stage of soldier and general, superior and inferior and approached some semblance of equality, Jin started to wonder why in the hell Ladon put up with him.
"Well, just listen! Look, I know there's the whole burned thing and all that, but look, okay, I mean I burned the heck out of these cupcakes just right, I think, and I figured, burnt sugar should be okay right? So it's kind of like a frosting, a really kind of...not great frosting, but still. Anyway! I just want you to try a little bit okay? I'm trying to figure out how to burn them just right and I need your opinion!"
Jin was dragging Ladon along by the wrist as he talked, practically jogging, his scarf flapping behind him and occasionally smacking Ladon in the face.
"Don't want any of your damn cakes in a cup. You were talkin' before about pink frosting. Don't want any part of this froofy shit, yeah?" Ladon practically growled out the words, but Jin had taken to ignoring the annoyed tone. Ladon was easy to crack once you got through the harsh, mobster exterior and the swearing.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to eat anymore!" Jin chirped as they arrived at the apartment. Jin practically yanked him inside. "Just one? Just a bite? Pleeeeeease?"
Ladon rolled his eyes. He hated it when the other dragon started begging.
"...Fine. One damn bite."
"Yay!" Jin threw up his hands and bounced in place for a second, then dashed into the kitchen. Ladon sank into the nearest chair with a groan and swept his hat off, scratching at the top of his head where the hair tangled around his horns.
Jin bounced back in mere seconds later, carrying an absolute monstrosity of a cupcake with burnt sugar frosting on a little white plate. He grinned and held out the burnt horror to Ladon. Ladon looked it over dubiously.
"Sure you're not tryin' to poison me?"
The words had the expected effect: Jin blanched and stared at Ladon in horror.
"Gosh, no, sir, I'd never--!"
"Just--shut up and hand it here," Ladon said before Jin could fall back into the "sir" habit.
Jin held it out to Ladon again, noticeably more subdued. Ladon sighed, dutifully picked up the blackened cupcake and took a tentative bite. Jin watched intently as Ladon chewed.
"Tastes like charcoal," Ladon said once he'd let Jin stew for awhile. "Mushy charcoal. With a weird aftertaste."
"Is...that a good thing?" Jin asked. He looked like a puppy eager to please its master. Ladon thought briefly about telling Jin that it was terrible if only to see the look on his face. But he couldn't.
He smirked a little and said, "Yeah, Jin. 'S good."
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414
so it's better my sweet
that we hover like bees
He liked it best when leaving wasn't painful.
She was drunk again. He could smell it on her, and could see the half-empty bottle of Merlot on the counter she'd tried to hide. Still, he smiled to see her, standing in the doorway, leaning against the jam and staring at him with accusation and mulishness.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," he said when the silence between them had stretched on long enough. "My bus is leaving in like a half an hour, so."
"So, go," she said. "Go if you're going. What do I have to do with it?"
"I hate leaving without saying goodbye."
"Why do you even have to go?" she said abruptly. "You never told me anything. I mean, what is it, are you in some kind of trouble?" She lowered her voice. "Is it drugs?"
He had to laugh. "No. Just...I'm needed somewhere else. I have to move on."
"Mr. Goddamn Mysterious," she grumbled. "Mr. Melodramatic. Put on a cowboy hat and get a horse and a sunset why don't you."
He laughed again. She folded her arms and stared down at them sadly.
"You've been a really good friend, Jin. Why can't you just stay. I mean...I actually really..."
He drew her into a hug to save her from having to say it out loud. "I know. I wish I could stay. I just...can't. I'll visit, though. Whenever I'm in the area."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She sighed, butted her head against his shoulder and drew away. Finally, again, she was smiling.
"I'm holding you to that, Jin Tian," she said. "I'll hunt you down if you don't."
He grinned. "I always keep my promises. I'll see you again. For now, though...goodbye."
She was seventy-three when he saw her again, sitting on the porch of her southern home, the matriarch. Six children, thirteen grandchildren.
"You're late, Jin Tian," she said, thumping him over the head with her cane.
"I know," he said sheepishly. "I mean to come sooner, but things got...busy."
"You haven't aged a day. Me...I've gotten old."
"Not so old."
She stood up on creaky knees to pull him into an embrace. She sobbed once into his shoulder but didn't cry.
"You kept your promise," she said.
"I always keep my promises," he said with a tiredness that hadn't been there before. "Sometimes it just takes awhile."
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Camille 123
Anon and Jin 45
45 this is way too emo for them :|
i know we're broken
Anon was dying. Why was Jin the only witness? He'd called and called, but no one had heard, no one was coming.
"J-Just--what can I do?" Jin said in a strangled voice, watching glitter fall away from the program. If it had been blood, Jin could have handled it, but not this.
"Nothing," Anon said with easy acceptance. His voice crackled with static, getting worse with every second. "Not your fault. You have done enough. Tell Flynn, not his fault either."
"But...but someone can fix you, someone..."
Anon reached up and wrapped a dissolving hand around Jin's arm.
"Thank you, Jin," he said, and then he was gone. Pieces. Pixels like tiny gems skittering away across the station floor.
Jin knelt in the dust and cried.
Re: 45 this is way too emo for them :|
Re: 45 this is way too emo for them :|