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singularityderp2010-12-01 11:59 pm
whistlesatengineers) wrote in singularityderp2010-12-01 11:59 pm
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The Song Drabble Meme
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.
( 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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-Virgil || (
-Red || (
Number of Tracks: 58
I dont even know what is on this playlist.
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Virgil and Rookie, 20
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“Never understood the whole... need for touch... thing. To fuck is one thing. To cuddle afterward? What is that about?” Virgil rolled his mostly empty bottle of beer between his palms as Rookie watched him in silence. “Had two partners back home. Guy and a girl. They made me sleep in between them every night. Never understood it. Too hot, get all tangled up, wake up every time either of 'em moved.” He pursed his lips and rested his chin against the lacquered counter top. “Now I can't sleep at all.”
Rookie laughed. “Aint that just how it goes?” He grinned and patted Virgil's back.
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Jorge sat on the window ledge with the blankets gathered around him. A carton of Ben and Jerry's sat melting and forgotten in his lap. It was raining outside. He put his hand to the cool glass, so happy that the sky was reflecting his feelings.
The door opened and the robustly handsome space mechanic stepped in. His shirt was ripped, showing off his physique which gave Jorge an instant hard-on.
“You were not crying, my love?” Virgil asked, stepping forward to pet Jorge's mustache. Whorehay leaned into his touch.
“I wanted to very much, but I knew you would come back one day. I waited for you every night here on this seat.”
“You look so beautiful in this candle light.” And then they fucked against the window and the neighbors saw but no one called the cops or anything.
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Virgil had passed the pet shop numerous times. Every day he paused to look at the poor schmucks buying things that would only shit all over their carpets and tear up their furniture. Wet noises and pink tongues made the glass look filthy all the time.
When he first spotted the little shadow-thing in the corner of the shop, he'd assumed that it was an employee. A short employee that defied the dress code. He stared at it for longer than he should have, trembling in the corner as kids ran around it. He felt sorry for the little fucker.
The next day, the little shadow-thing was in a different corner and someone was pulling on a chain fastened around its neck, trying to get it to smell some snot-nosed kid's hand. Not an employee, but a pet. The place was fucked up, obviously.
He blinked and suddenly the kid was screaming and bleeding and the shadow was apparently trying to scurry behind the cash register- which caused the cashier to scream and jump on top of it.
Virgil was in the shop to buy the little fucker immediately.
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Virgil grinned up at Jun. The normal carnivorousness of it was diminished by his avatar's flawless smile and soft lips. His face was nuzzled safely between Jun's holographic boobs. The firm pecs under his jaw wasn't a turnoff, though. He ground into Jun, hands wandering over the sniper's ass. The jeans refused to give very much, but the way the muscles tensed beneath it was delicious.
Just how long the two of them had been engaged in this particular round of dirty dancing was hard to determine. The beat in the background seemed to be on some kind of indefinite loop and the blacked out windows offered no insight to what time of day it was.
To anyone else in the club, it looked like two hot lesbians were about to fuck right there on the floor. Not until Virgil said, “You dance like a slut,” in his deep, gravelly man voice was it obvious that something was strange about the pair.
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“Not a clone,” Red shrieked as Dinobot took off after her through the woods. She'd listened with the blankest look as he'd recited a bunch of poetry that she couldn't decipher. It was only when his posture shifted into attack mode that she became interested in what he had to say again.
Maybe bothering Dinobot about mating for the fortieth time that week had been too much. What kind of stupid male didn't want to mate, though? She felt him nipping at her heels as she ran and she skidded to a stop only to have him barrel into her. The two of them rolled around with the leftover force- but that was all it took for instincts to take over.
Months later, the station was overrun by sentient dinosaurs.
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is this allowed
#46
ahaha you are evil~
Virgil should have known by then that nothing in the station was ever quite what it seemed. Holograms, humanoid AIs and almost-humans seemed to dominate- and that didn't even touch on the troop of sky high armor monkeys mucking about with guns. Out of armor, York wasn't all that intimidating and he had seemed like a safe enough person to mess with. The dopey red-headed girl had peered at him from York with wide, curious eyes.
He couldn't even remember what he had said- just that it had made York take a step forward like a protective father. Virgil had shoved back with a malicious grin on his face and then--
He was on the floor with something oppressively heavy sitting squarely on his chest. That little redhead was heavier than she had any right to be.
:D
My money's on Red.
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