( There's no sex in your violence. )

Done instead of...other things, because I'm running into issues; Obvious is not all sparklypants and therefore would not be carrying lube on his person. They're not homunculi, so blood is right out. No amount of spit will ever make the strength difference okay.

It's been awhile since I had such a refreshing problem. ^_~

Femmeslash.

If I get my way, they might actually get totally naked in this one and everything, eventually.

( Mere semantics cannot stop this non-canonical trainwreck. We did experiment with different words for said. )

Even the walls are sleek, lush, papered with sound-deadening silk that devours her breath. It's too warm, too close, there's nowhere to catch on anything, nothing to snag, no way to hold herself up. There is not a mark anywhere on anything, singular gleaming surfaces and fabric like ink, clinging, grasping and infinite and hot.

"How," the word is ragged on the heels of a deep gulp for air, "how can you stand it?"

Her face is perfect, seamless and blank, shining with some color that would suggest roses and kittens on anyone else--and might still, on her face, for anyone who does not know. Her lips are smeared carmine from a neat row of pinking-shear gashes, that slight loss of control, but never once on her part. Red looks good on her, anyway. It coils down to her chin as she makes words; her smile wavers but never ends.

"It does have its perks."

I was trying to write about slash, and only slash, where slash is considered m/m, but naturally it became about women instead. Try to follow it anyway? Or not. No skin off my nose.

( As originally typed, so it's mercilessly disjointed. )

Paradoxically, I gravitate toward male-written fandoms BECAUSE the women ARE blank slates--I get a lot of writing room.

And the title bar is a misnomer; I don't hate men, I just tend to view them as objects instead of real people. XD

Stopping now. Will probably go over it again later.

Relying on Inspiration from the Inimitable, Indomitable, Most Fantastical Shakahnna. Omg it’s yuri! Prose of most vibrant purple, entirely apurpose, and unwholesome content entirely unsuitable for anyone under the age of 15, and anyone with sensitive grammar. Run, run away.

( NO, I have NO desire! )

Unfinished. The dreadful and dreadfully explicit version will go up on DA.

*Smirk.*

I. Um. Jade and Kitana: for the win at American Idol? Complete with the ever-popular viewpoint table-tennis that makes me wonder why more people don't just use third person all the time. My own inability to use it notwithstanding. Because I'm awesome. And also a hypocrite. I'm teh awesomest leet hypocrite EVAR.

NO U CAN'T HAS A TROPHY. Not for this mess.

I've spent too long in Mileena's narrative voice. She's just kind of spluttering with helpless rage and doing this--wavy-choppy-killing-thing--with her hands. But. Some of the adjectives. Nouns and adverbs. We're talking sleek tactile concepts. (I'm so humble. XD) Boy, do their outfits "cling nicely" a lot in this fic.

lt's a bit earnestly constructed to be trolling. Trying too hard. Also, the song is not Evanescence. Or maybe I'm just desperate for my subtext. Either one.

I can has subtext? They are such cute friends.

I don't know, though, about that. The world requires more furious!scary!Leena/Jade.

( Like so. Best part first! Who the hell actually clicks these at work? )

Silly rabbit. Hand holding, and long walks, and most especially pretty gowns! Are for kids. XD


Oh! Also. Stolen from tygerlander.

Link: The Heroes Personality Test written by freedomdegrees on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

SWEET. ^__________^

Do as I tell you. It's for your own damn good, and you might not want to mistake it for a suggestion.

*Halo polish. Or, in this case, glasses polish. For the win.*

The cute version. Maybe 1,400 words. Oh, and LJ ATE my mandatory Femmeslash Advisory. Because it's an IntarwebWide conspiracy.



( ...Some of them want to use you...And some of them want... )

See? See? Told you nothing happens.