( It's not like that, or: why m/m mechanics do not a rabid slashtard make. Though I am a Narutard, albeit without a leet ninja headband of my very own. But I digress. )

Defense rests.

YOU GUYS.

ETA: UNSIGNED FLAME IS UNSIGNED. MY JOY WAS PERHAPS PREMATURE. =(

Sie/they were just...outraged. And appalled. By my tastefully Kinsey 4.5 bald tattooed men.
I HAVE OFFICIALLY MADE THE BIG TIME.

I hope they bring friends! I could have actual drama.

...Is it wrong that I'm this excited?

Oh, uh, the sick, twisted, deplorable feat of character-rape? That would be right here, assuming you'd like a side of Nero/Ayel with your Internetz today.

I have a feeling they will not care for my take on events. Not one bit.

Warms my heart.

It’s not even a drabble! There’s no sense without context! Which totally doesn’t matter, because.

( Greed the First and Bradley. Mangaverse. Violence, duh, but it’s only slash in my head. )

I sort of have one, a kind of revelation that came to me in the form of Shou Tucker (!!) of all characters, but it's not ready yet. If I can just survive this month.

Survival. That is the plan.

Then, you're aware of it.

It is inevitable.

Pavement
100 words. Actual proper drabble!
Baraka/Batman; MK vs DC--Yes, They're Serious. *Flinch.*
No content advisory.

( Humans are stupid; Fortune's the vilest of all the deadly sins. )

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.

Greed/Envy. Not a follow-up; they did some kind of batshit hurt/comfort!hurt...thing...instead. 1,000 words or so. Anime, AU, past!fic, alpha copy, SLASH (m/m). Standard boilerplate applies. Slightly more dub in the con this time. Apologies to Arakawa Hiromu, to whom the characters belong.

( Reward Response )

Here!

Distraction 4,102, Exhibit B.

Omg lookout S/K.

FMA slash (m/m). AU: past!fic. Magical wank of healing? Not quite. Envy/Greed, both consenting adults. Blood, sorta kinky, kinda bondage maybe? Rated R. Mainly because Greed says "fuck" a lot. Apologies to Arakawa Hiromu, to whom the characters belong. ~3,335 words or so.

Completed alpha draft. I might edit it for pronouns later, or I might not. I am lazy.

'Cause it costs to
Be alive, my friend [..]

That's the price you pay
Minute by minute
You beg for a minute more

Kamelot, "The Human Stain"


( 'But I'll rape you first,' Envy purrs. 'Twice. Then I'll skullfuck you and piss on your corpse.' )

Lolz PWNED.

Greed will have his revenge. It might involve flea-traps. I haven't decided. Not absinthe, everyone uses absinthe.

Oh well. W/e.

Envy/Greed, past!fic, maybe 50 years before he got sealed, so sometime in--yes, that's right, the 1700's, no one saw that coming because I'm totally NOT OBSESSED with the time period or anything. Omg. Shocking.

( They were kings, they were gods, they were flawless created beings, and they were going to slay the bitch and rule the world. )

I'm tired. It's not edited; it never is. Foo.

What it says in the title bar.

AU: past!fic. Magical wank of healing? FMA. Envy/Greed, centuries old homunculi are well over the age of consent by a handful of decades AT LEAST. Uh, PG-13?ish. Blood, mild kink. SLASH. m/m. Maybe 300 words? Characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa, originally. I'm just sullying borrowing them.

About half of the first part of a few. Sex probably next part or part and a half. Too sickish to come up with it right now. Feh.

( He regains consciousness on the third day and speech on the sixth. )

Yeah, shitty last sentence. I'll fix it up (and finish the part) when my body sucks less.

*SNEEZE gag hack cough etc. etc.* Damn it. XD

Greed should lick the arrays on Kimbley's palms.

Because he's been making a grab at just that in my head all week and if I don't write that now, right now, at least the idea, it might flit away again, and wouldn't that be a shame.

Like putting his fingers in a light socket. He'd done that a few weeks ago in the mechanic's shop. His hair had grown back instantly; his eyebrows took a few days.

Except, no, this is different, warm and acrid and briny, sweat, salt, gunpowder. Roughened skin that twitches under the pressure of his tongue.

It'd go a little something like that. Probably blow his head off. Heh.

Sleep now.

Fullmetal rec! Slash. Of the mild, non-explicit variety. Two men enter, one man leaves? XD

Greed/Envy.

His disaster, such a catastrophe.

It's WONDERFUL.

Even if the tagline and title have me going, "Heeee WIIIIIIILLLLL BE LOVED". ^_~ It's nicely written and well played, with "sinner" as almost-a-pun.

There's my ten cents; my two cents is free.

No, because "are" is a verb. The same as "is". It depends on what your definition of "is" is. *Halo.*

( The One and the Agent, and the rain. Soft-R: violence, language, typical power dynamic, but no actual sex. Revolutions slight!AU. )

So much cheaper than therapy. Oh yes.