GrungeThe night sky was green as always. Too many years of too much pollution. No stars in sight. The city was cold and stale but there was always something to do. Something to steal. But lately, things had calmed down. Kaiser was bored. And when he was bored, everyone was on their toes."Here," came the silky voice. The van was dark on the inside. The shine of eyes was visible every now and then, especially those of their leader, which were piercing and electric blue.They parked and got out. Patrons hanging around outside eyed the group warily. The one in the center had hair past his shoulders, parts of it sticking out on the sides sharply. He
Papa, PapaPapa, Papawhat's it liketo know so little,to know so much?We'll teach each otheras father and son,So make a lesson, Papa,'cause I wanna knowPapa, Papawhat's it liketo save a life,to cause a death?We'll love each other,as doctor and patientSo make a serum, Doc,'cause I want it in meWe can share the drugWe can see together-Papa, Papawhat it's really like.
Cry, BabyCry, baby, cryDo not denythe sightthe soundor the reason why—You cry! Hmph!Do you wanna die?
River's Edge: Wait, Just WaitSee what lovely little shadows emaciated, beautiful hands make. Fingernails cut and cut and cutcutcut the paper, roll in the weed, man.“Wait a second. Just wait,” a thin voice came, carrying an angelic tremble, a waver that at first surprised each and every one of them. Though a skinny thing, they had expected a tough sound, and often he had been made fun of. But now, they were… friends. His friends.Friends? He did care for each and every one of them, and each and every one of them cared for him in some way. In some ways, as the child or pet of the group; the fun, the laughter. And there were times when his eyes would roll
Yuu Yuu Hakusho:For the RecordThe sheets were cold. Nails dug in, pulling, tearing. Long, perfect locks of red hair fell over like curtains. Hesitant gasps and wordless voices. Lips, mouth, teeth—all against pale skin. Scarred skin. Marked skin. Lower and lower he went, gently, as if his lover were made out of glass. As if he would shatter. He turned his ear against the small chest below him. A thumping heart. He slid down—"Stop," Hiei said, voice clear and abrupt.Kurama lifted his head, and stared with half-lidden and dark eyes."Are you alright, Hiei?" he asked carefully."Of course I'm alright," came the snap. Kurama winced internally. He rose the rest
BTAS: Not in VainThe steering wheel of an ordinary vehicle might have been crushed the way Batman was gripping it. The silence, which wasn't abnormal, somehow made the air heavy, almost suffocating as the Batmobile stealthily cruised down the dark road. It was dark and cold, his gloves and boots still had mud on them. The rain pelted the windows like falling coins and the material of the gloves strained audibly as he tightened his grip and made a sharp turn.Batgirl knew better than to say anything right now. Not that she was afraid, but because she knew she wouldn't get a response from Batman—nor the crying boy in her arms. Commissioner Gordon had alre
Pillow Talk [Avengers]The tickle of sunlight through blinds was something Loki never felt after a visit to Stark Tower because, well, he was usually gone before dawn. Once the afterglow had settled, he would wait until his companion's eyes closed and without a sound he was gone. Even he wasn't sure why he stayed this time. Laziness was uncharacteristic of the god, and yet there was something nice about feeling his heart calm in his chest and the sweat cooling on his skin.More orange creeped in. They'd gone later, longer, likely because he had disintegrated the glass of whiskey right out of Starks hand before sliding into his lap. Maybe that's why the billionaire
Oblivion [Transformers Prime]Optics stayed cut downward, though for their dim glow they may as well have been off. Static bandages strained over split plates, some reinforced with steel wire stitching to encourage healing. Blue was drying over helm, trailing down after having pooled in his collar. Ratchet had spent an hour picking the shattered pieces of metal out, all the while keeping his vocalizer locked.Wheeljack refused anesthetics and sat quietly. This spiked the medic's anxiety even more. The external damage would be easy to weld, but deeper examination would be required to make sure... to make sure his processor wasn't impaired in any way. Ratchet's servos had b
The Sky is a Landfill [Transformers Prime]It happened very quickly.Starscream barely had time to react before the blade went through him. Cockpit shattered, cables severed, energon released in a spray before spilling down his frame and down the Prime's arm. Optimus stared ahead as the aerial's claws gripped and slipped on him. Distorted tones sounded as intake filled with energon, trailing bright and blue from gasping mouthplate.Starscream lifted his helm, frame in a tremor, plates clattering. The Prime met his gaze. Red optics flashed, wide, confused and in pain. From his field came a pulse of loyalty and hatred in a constant grapple and the kind of mourning that would never leave
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