Goodbye LJ...
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windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:45 am (UTC)Pairings: 2x1
Blood Type: Sugar
Attack of the Ficlet Part III: Mopping this time. Maybe I should do housework more often.
At breakfast the chairs were in their usual configuration about the table; Quatre's and Trowa's on one side, Duo's on the other with a cushion on the floor, and Wufei's at the end of the table angled pointedly away from Duo and Heero's. There was really only enough room for three chairs, and some were wedged against walls or cabinets to make room.
Cereal box and bowl in hand, Quatre slid into his seat and wriggled the chair close to the table, across from where Duo was reading a newspaper. He had filled his bowl and poured in the milk before realizing that he had forgotten something. Frowning, he looked up at Heero, who knelt on the cushion closest to the drawers. "Heero, could you pass me a spoon?"
Heero just looked at him. Behind his newspaper, Duo cleared his throat loudly. Quatre looked at him blankly for a moment, blinking in incomprehension, before the light went on. "Sorry, I forgot. Duo, can Heero pass me a spoon?"
Duo looked down at Heero around the edge of the newspaper. "Get a spoon for Quatre, slave."
"Yes, Master." Heero rose smoothly to his feet and pulled the drawer open, rummaging for a minute before coming up with a clean spoon. He handed it across the table to Quatre, and looked at Duo for approval.
Duo smiled as Heero went back to his kneeling position. "Good boy, Hee-chan," he said, patting Heero on the head. Gratefully, Heero leaned forward and placed a kiss on Duo's knees.
Quatre rolled his eyes as he dug into his breakfast. He couldn't wait until Heero and Duo got over their bondage kick.
Still, he'd miss the footrubs.
~owari~
Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:45 am (UTC)Rating: (hangs head) I don't even know anymore.
Pairings: 2x1
Category: Kinky, squick
Blood type: Sugar
Warnings: ATTENTION reader. If you have seen the light, accepted the Lord as your savior, embraced the truth, or anything like that, then you probably don't want to read this story. I don't particularly want to be flamed by sensitive people who didn't listen to my warning.
Disclaimer: Ummm I don't own them... I just write the bad jokes
Author's Notes: This is a sort-of sequel to what I'm starting to call my "Why the heck am I writing this?!?" series. I swear on the imminent demise of Western Civilization that I am not making this item up.
"Duo..."
"Yes, Hee-chan?" Duo smiled sweetly. "Do I have to repeat myself?"
Heero shook his head, not in defiance but in disbelief. "Duo, you have got to be kidding me."
"Whether I am or not," Duo snapped, "is not your business. You do what I say, how I say, when I say it. Now put it in."
"But, Duo..." Heero struggled to voice his objection. "It's... it's... SACRILEGIOUS!" He held the offending object between two fingers, dangling it as far away from his body as he could.
"No, it's not!" Duo pouted, snatching the toy away from his recalcitrant lover. "It's cute! Don't you want a little bit of God in you?"
"DUO!" Heero protested, shocked. "Where in the world did you FIND a 'Baby Jesus' buttplug, anyway?"
"Ebay," Duo replied promptly. "Where else?"
Heero sighed in resignation and shook his head. His lover had the strangest fetishes. "That's the last time I let you pick the accessories."
~owari~
Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:45 am (UTC)Pairings: 4x3
Attack of the Ficlet Part V: Cooking dinner. The damn things WILL not leave me alone!
Blood type: O
Anyway. *hem* This is... good God... another sequel to the "Breakfast, Dinner, Snacks & Munchies" ficlet. After several days of being cooped up in the house with Duo and Heero on their Master-Slave kick, Trowa and Quatre decide to... uh... have a little fun of their own...
"Again."
"Quatre..." Trowa groaned, hanging his head.
"Again!" Quatre insisted, a scowl crossing his normally sweet features.
"Quatre, I'm tired," Trowa sighed, stuffing his face against the pillow.
Quatre crossed his arms impatiently. "That's just too bad, Trowa. You agreed to be my slave for the entire evening. Now take your punishment like an obedient slave... or shall I add on another five repetitions?"
Trowa shuddered, but unwillingly levered himself off the bed. "But it's so humiliating!"
Quatre's expression darkened. "NOW, Slave."
Trowa sighed, and bowed his head submissively. "Yes, Master."
"Now," Quatre commanded. "Assume the position!"
Repressing another pained groan, Trowa stretched his arms above his head in the proper position and began to sing, for the twenty-third time, "~I'm a little teapot, short and stout... this is my handle, this is my spout...~"
Quatre laughed, and clapped his hands delightedly.
~owari~
What? You were expecting something different?
Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:45 am (UTC)Pairings: 4x3
Attack of the Ficlet Part V: Cooking dinner. The damn things WILL not leave me alone!
Blood type: O
Anyway. *hem* This is... good God... another sequel to the "Breakfast, Dinner, Snacks & Munchies" ficlet. After several days of being cooped up in the house with Duo and Heero on their Master-Slave kick, Trowa and Quatre decide to... uh... have a little fun of their own...
"Again."
"Quatre..." Trowa groaned, hanging his head.
"Again!" Quatre insisted, a scowl crossing his normally sweet features.
"Quatre, I'm tired," Trowa sighed, stuffing his face against the pillow.
Quatre crossed his arms impatiently. "That's just too bad, Trowa. You agreed to be my slave for the entire evening. Now take your punishment like an obedient slave... or shall I add on another five repetitions?"
Trowa shuddered, but unwillingly levered himself off the bed. "But it's so humiliating!"
Quatre's expression darkened. "NOW, Slave."
Trowa sighed, and bowed his head submissively. "Yes, Master."
"Now," Quatre commanded. "Assume the position!"
Repressing another pained groan, Trowa stretched his arms above his head in the proper position and began to sing, for the twenty-third time, "~I'm a little teapot, short and stout... this is my handle, this is my spout...~"
Quatre laughed, and clapped his hands delightedly.
~owari~
What? You were expecting something different?
Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:46 am (UTC)Pairings: implied 1x2
Category: silly squick
Blood type: O
Disclaimer: ::checks the tag on the underwear:: Nope, I still don't own them...
Attack of the Ficlet Part VI: Laundry. I can always tell which clothes are mine... nobody else sheds red, blond and black. ~_~;
When Quatre walked into the bedroom, he very nearly turned around and walked out again. Only the fact that Duo still had his clothes on -- despite the somewhat contorted position he was in -- allowed him to stand his ground. The longhaired pilot was leaning backwards over the bed, hips raised off the mattress, one hand supporting himself on the bedspread while the other was down the back of his pants. A steady stream of obscenities reached Quatre's ears as he thrashed and contorted his body.
He managed to find his voice, after a minute, and said, "Really, Duo, I know that you're lonely since Heero's away on a mission, but don't you th --"
"I know it's in here somewhere!" Duo burst out, cutting Quatre off. "I can feel the little bugger! But I can't... quite..."
As Quatre began to edge backwards to the door, Duo shoved his hand even further into his pants, face contorted into a scowl, and then abruptly relaxed back onto the bed. "Ahhh... there it is," he sighed beatifically.
He pulled his hand from his pants, followed by a long, long, thin strand. For a moment it resisted his tugging, as though hung up on something, before finally springing loose. Dropping the loose hair into the nearby trashcan with an expression of distaste, he turned back to grin at Quatre. "Doncha just hate when you lose a hair in your boxers?" he griped.
"Uh," Quatre said eloquently. "Lunch is ready," he finally said, before finally turning and fleeing the room. He vowed, for the sixth time at this safehouse alone, that he would never, ever enter Duo and Heero's room without knocking again.
~owari~
Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:46 am (UTC)Pairings: 1x2
Category: silly fluff
Disclaimer: ::checks the tag on the underwear:: Nope, I still don't own them...
Blood Type: coffee
Attack of the Ficlet Part VII: This one's been knocking around my head for awhile, based on some of my experiences at the check-out counter.
Something brushed against Heero's ear as he woke, and he smiled muzzily as he pulled himself back towards consciousness. He never tired of waking up in bed with Duo -- especially since the rambunctious pilot was always feeling particularly horny right after he woke up.
Right now, Duo was straddling his lover's recumbent form, busily licking Heero's ear. Heero opened his eyes and turned to face him, and Duo abandoned Heero's ear for his mouth. "Good morning, koi," Heero purred, and Duo smiled wickedly.
"Yes, it is a good morning... and it's about to get better..." He ground his hips against Heero's, who responded eagerly in kind. It was fortunate that neither of them bothered to wear anything to bed.
A growl interrupted their movements, and Heero looked up past Duo to see Wufei standing in the doorway with an angry expression on his face.
"Good morning, Wufei," Duo said cheerfully.
Wufei exploded. "Can't you tear your hands away from each other for five minutes? Have you no self-restraint at all?"
"Got that right," Duo agreed, sliding his groin up and down Heero's leg. "Oooh..."
"Weak!" Wufei snapped. "You are both weak!"
From the other bed, Trowa sat up and blearily glared at Wufei from his one visible eye. "Can you keep it down, Wufei?" he said belligerently. "Some of us are trying to sleep here!"
"Sleep?" Wufei snorted in disgust. "You too are weak! A true warrior needs no sleep!"
"You wouldn't say that if you were sleeping in the same room as those two," Trowa grumbled, stifling a yawn.
Wufei glared at all of them, then whirled in the doorway and nearly running
Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.
Date: 2006-02-21 03:46 am (UTC)"Hey, who are you calling an onna?" Quatre demanded, surreptitiously tugging at his vest to cover his breasts.
Wufei ignored him, waving his hands in a full tempter tantrum as he stomped down the stairs. "Useless! Why do I even bother trying? You are all WEAK!"
He noticed, as he reached the kitchen, that nobody had bothered to restock supplies. Grumbling under his breath all the while, he threw on a coat and grabbed the car keys, took some money from the stash, and went out to drive into town, where the closest supermarket was. While standing in line, Wufei's eye fell on the red plastic displays of candy by the counter. He hesitated for a moment, looking around to see if anyone was watching, and then loaded up his basket with chocolate-covered cherries, after-dinner-mints, chocolate oranges, Hershey bars, and a package of truffles for good measure. He quickly paid for his purchases, and wasted no time getting out of the store and back into the car. Once there, he ripped open the packages and began devouring his prizes.
"It's good to be weak," he mumbled reflectively around a mouthful of chocolate.
~owari~