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RELEASE THE EVIL
Kink Meme 2.0
Same rules as last time.
post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!
- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!
Same rules as last time.
post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!
- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)HATESEX
STILL TECHNICALLY ANON FILL, LAWL - Destiny 1/???
Five. Hundred. Cycles.
Five hundred cycles later and he was somewhere different, and the virus was back, and everything flooded back. He might have pretended to forget, but all of the data was still there, brilliantly clear like the sky on the station. You can’t just rid yourself of your first memories. Your first lightcycle ride, young and terrified as everything exploded around you. The first time you activated the mag mod on your disc and the experience of flight.
Your first real opponent.
He’d fought a few infected, before he met their maker. Their master. It had frightened him a little, not that he’d ever admit it because he’s not supposed to be that weak. But leaping in and stopping the virus for the first time, at the ceremony… that was when he’d experienced a strange moment of clarity. This was who he was supposed to fight. The one he’d been made to combat, even if the Creator hadn’t intended him specifically for it.
Destiny.
He fought the virus, broke his disc. “
I think you would have preferred death to this.” No. Never death. That wasn’t what he was meant for. And the virus had left, leaping to a ledge, and they’d spared each other looks. I’ll be seeing you again. But they hadn’t. Not until Bostrum. He fought the virus’s infected programs, finding no pleasure in the act, but then Clu… did what Clu did. And the virus was off his radar for the barest moment. Much later, he wondered if he’d been off the virus’s radar. He doubted it, cycles later. It was too convenient, that the virus would go where he was heading.“
Welcome it. It’s easier.”No one knew it – at least he didn’t think they did – but he would have stood and fought if Gibson hadn’t screamed at him to run. He had drawn his disc, ready to face the virus. They were meant for this. But Gibson’s voice broke through the fog and he’d taken off after him, sensing the virus hot on their trail, listening to his cajoling yells. “
I love a good chase!” And they got away. But not for long. It wasn’t until later that he realized he’d seen it coming, with a yellow light ribbon stretching along the cliff to his right as he drove Flynn’s lightcycle.The virus was always faster.
Destiny 2/???
It wasn’t just destiny, anymore. It was revenge.
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It’s time!” And the crackle of energy in the room made every hair stand on end. Without someone to stop him, he clashed with the virus again as Arjia was torn apart, grimly listening to the monster’s taunts in that harmonic ugly corrupted tone. “What chance does a glitch like you have against me? I am beyond what you can comprehend!” He had enough of a chance, and he knew enough. He’d dragged every scrap of data he could from the shards of the virus’s shattered disc. He knew and he still couldn’t care because the virus made him destroy his friend. “I will infect you slowly, make you feel every iota spreading through your body, make you enjoy every excruciating sensation!”Didn’t make good on that promise, did he?
They fought once more, not long after. He couldn’t remember it; it was a chunk of data missing because he wasn’t him, just a… backup copy. Replacement Him. But the virus never resurfaced, and he assumed it was really gone. Something had been disappointing about it, though. Never really being able to finish the fight. Not being able to see the virus derezz with his own eyes, crumble into glittering bits of destroyed coding. Feel something like real triumph.
But then there was the falling, and the station, and the virus was waiting for him. His programming – automatic concern for the station, need to eliminate the threat quicky – conflicted with his own feelings, the longing to leap into another protracted battle, hurt the virus the way he’d hurt for so many cycles. Because even if he lied to himself, he still remembered everything with unbelievable clarity. And they’d make each other suffer again, just like those decicycles he remembered so well. Part of him was terrified, but mostly he was ready. This was how it was supposed to be.
And now the virus’s hand was around his neck and he’s been hoisted off the ground, kicking uselessly at the air and clawing at the virus’s big forearm. He’d been caught unawares, grabbed from a street in Banks and hauled into an alleyway. He snarled in rage, but it was cut off as his back slammed into the wall behind him, once, twice. He heard the bricks cracking under the assault through his daze. When he finally stopped seeing double, there was a yellow-lit helmet very close to his, half-shrouded by a too-familiar cloak. “Little Monitor. You have failed again.”
A touch to the back of his neck sent him into another frenzy, though panicked, as his helmet started decompiling. His face-! The next chuckle from the virus was more amused than anything, and he was suddenly startled by the virus decompiling his own helmet. It only made it halfway up the bridge of the virus’s nose before he crushed their lips together harshly. His processors raced to catch up with this turn of events, but he was far beyond it, biting at the virus’s lip harshly as his throat was squeezed more tightly. He swatted at the virus, knocking the hood of the cloak down in time to have a body pressed against his and throb of agony raced through his circuits. Corruption.
Destiny 3/3
And they did. Ambushing each other in alleys, in the dark, in garden districts. Tousling with their discs until they fell on each other properly, touches to the right spots decompiling bits of their clothing and armor – the cloak, a breastplate, a boot. The virus doing things to him that he didn’t know Programs could even do as circuitry was exposed. Things that made him moan and cry out and the name always on his lips was “Abraxas!” snarled in rage or lust and he wasn’t sure of the difference. And always the hurting, the liquid pain that shot through his circuits as he was pulled back onto the larger Program. Flashes of something harsh and intense that he’d only had a taste of before, that had made the siphons in his feet and hands ache for five hundred cycles.
He’d never admit it, but the virus was handsome, under that helmet. Under all those clothes. Slamming into him so hard that he damaged coding like they’d fought the way they used to. He’d never much cared for his own face, though the virus seemed amused that he was able to destroy something of the User’s and something of the head System Monitor’s. That was all this was, wasn’t it. Them finding a new way to destroy each other. The virus spreading his infection while the Monitor rode him, disc humming deadly against his throat and both of them enjoying it more than they had any right to. Neither of them would ever suggest that they needed this. That he enjoyed the pain like the virus had promised he would. That the virus would let the little glitch have this kind of power over him.
It was just destiny.
Re: Destiny 3/3
Just damn.
You're awesome.
Re: Destiny 3/3
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I didn't think it would get filled
but
goddamn that was good.
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i fill all the tron: evo prompts :3
Besides, I've been wanting an excuse to write these two for ages.
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YOU DON'T EVEN LOG OUT
but I guess it doesn't matter since you're still Anon and everything
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OR BRAVE
... OR THE ICONS ARE APPROPRIATE, IDK
also I like being able to use HTML when I post to the prompt fill page.
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hot
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i am not helping with the whole 'they are totes in love' thing am i?
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MY WORLD IS SHATTERED
oh anon, baby. come into my cloak
why do i want to draw some of this lafbshjdfbsf;safwgbs
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because it's RIDICULOUSLY HOT?!
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it just looks tragic in word
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it must have been screaming what you were doing
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it was kind of horrifying
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(asjksjhg I love it and the icon progression and--and--all of it? I'm going to go with all of it.)
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(asdlkfj that was a complete accident until the last comment but ALDSKFJLKJ YAY!)
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(also aww, he cried for Gibson. ;_;
and yes, Abraxas is hot. this is now a fact.)no subject
(Gibson was he friend and he was sad :'(
well, since I think John Glover is hot anyway and a younger him has to be ULTRA hot...)no subject
(Well, Gibson is sad he made Anon kill him, so... all of the sads, they are here.
I actually picture him looking like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alphaclass now--but not sounding like him, because lol James Murray is British.)(no subject)
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