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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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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."
Re: 77 WHY
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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.