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!
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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: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)An speculative mutter ran through the crowd, and Nightshade grinned. “Once you’ve won your bishie, he’s yours until the stroke of midnight! Although,” and her voice grew steely, “Remember that our bishies retain the right to terminate the contract at any time if they feel uncomfortable.”
A few disappointed “darns” ran through the room, but mostly they seemed accepting. Nightshade’s smile returned. “All right, so, let’s begin!” She turned to face her partner in crime, who obligingly reached down and pulled up Wufei’s shirt to expose his chest. Wufei yelped and snatched it back down, but not before the crowd had gotten quite an eyeful. “Our first contestant, ladies and gentlemen... do I hear twenty dollars?”
There was a bit of a pause, while people muttered among themselves and checked their wallets. “Twenty dollars, anyone? Does nobody wish to buy this bishounen?” Nightshade called.
There was a long pause, and then a voice near the back of the audience piped out, “Twenty dollars!”
“We have twenty dollars!” Nightshade said happily? “How about twenty-five? Twenty-five dollars...? Twenty-one...?”
“Twenty-five,” called out another bidder, standing up near Quatre, and the first one dropped back into her seat.
“All right, twenty-five! Do I hear thirty? Thirty, anyone?”
There were no further bids, and, sounding slightly disappointed, Nightshade sold Wufei to the twenty-five bid. There was a collective “awwwww” as he was led off the stage, sympathy for going so cheap.14 He sat down with his new buyer, nearby Quatre.
“Well, the auction has just begun,” Nightshade said firmly. “There’s plenty more pretty boys for everyone.”
Sure enough, after a few minutes the auction began to pick up. The audience started getting more into the swing of things, the bidding becoming more enthusiastic. Cheers and applause accompanied each auctionee, and by the time Duo was led out onto the stage, the crowd was becoming downright rowdy.
Nightshade checked Duo out and deliberately licked her lips. “Well, what do we have here?” she purred. “You’d better bid, ladies and gentlemen, or I might be happy to take him off your hands for you!” Duo smiled, although it looked rather nervous. “Well, though I hate to do it... let’s start the bidding. Twenty dollars anyone?”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:39 am (UTC)“Twenty-five!”
“Thirty!”
“Thirty-five!”
And so it went. Near the front of the audience, a group of four women were sharing a hushed conversation.15 As the bid climbed, and some bidders began dropping out, they seemed to reach some conclusion. An older blond woman stood, clearing her throat, and placed the bid. “Eighty dollars!” she said firmly.
Several bidders sank into their seats, defeated, but a few remained in the race. “Ninety dollars,” she placed.
“One hundred!” the blond woman countered.
“One hundred five.”
“One hundred ten!”
“Hundred twenty!”
The rhythm of bidding broke a beat, and it looked like the dark-haired woman would win. Up on stage, the auction mistress took hold of Duo’s braid, and much to Duo’s annoyance, began to undo it. A murmur of renewed interest sped through the crowd, and the blond woman held another hasty whispered conference with her co-bidders. She straightened up, looking determined. “One hundred and forty dollars!” she called.
The burst of cheering that greeted her bid seemed to decide the matter, and her opponent sat down with a regretful sigh. “Sold! For one hundred and forty dollars!” Nightshade announced. One of the other three, an auburn-haired woman, got up and went over to the front desk to pay. Duo followed her back to their seat, looking more than a little smug at the price he had set. Interest returned to the front platform, where Heero was being led out. “Take a good look, ladies and gentlemen,” Nightshade told them gleefully, “This bishie comes with accessories!”
Duo looked, the burst out laughing; for some reason, Heero was still holding onto the Hello Kitty vibrator that had gotten them all into this mess in the first place. Fortunately for his continued health, his laugh was drowned out in the roar of enthusiasm from the crowd. Heero blushed scarlet, and looked like he wasn’t sure whether to wish for a rocket launcher or a self-destruct button. Or possibly a rocket launcher *with* a self-destruct button.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)His price rose quickly, though not as quickly as Duo’s had. As it hovered near seventy-five, another one of Duo’s buyers leaned forward and gave him a nudge. “Bid,” she whispered.
Duo gave her a look that very eloquently conveyed the message Are-you-crazy-he’d-kill-me-even-if-it-is-something-I’d-love-to-do-I’m-not-horny-enough-to-get-shot-for-it, at-least-not-yet-I’m-not-although-another-week-of-bunking-with-him-in-those-spandex-shorts-might-do-it, but she ignored it. “We’ve got two more contributors,” she told him, indicating a couple of young women sitting next to her.16 “Bid on him. We did buy you until midnight, you know.”
He blushed, but rose unsteadily to his feet. “Ninety dollars,” he said, although his voice was so weak that he had to repeat himself before anyone heard.
It was the first bid a guy had made on another guy, and the con-goers loved it. He was greeted with a wave of applause; Heero’s eyes snapped to him, with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief, and... something.
The other bidders wavered, but they were yaoi-lovers as well as bishie-lovers, and the thought of a guy buying another guy worked its magic on them. They gave way, and the young woman who had instructed Duo to bid gleefully grabbed his hand and dragged him up to the front desk. Heero dragged his feet as he approached Duo, eyeing him warily, but the blonde gestured enthusiastically at the two of them and clasped her hands together in front of her. Duo got the message, and glomped onto Heero. A roar rose up from the crowd, as Duo wrapped himself around Heero, who stood there like a frozen statue for a long minute before numbly returning the hug.
If Duo had looked smug before, it was nothing compared to his expression now, as he dragged Heero back to their seat. Eventually, the crowd quieted, and expected eyes turned to the front of the room and the last bishounen in the queue.
“And now, the bishounen you’ve all been waiting for...” Nightshade called out, leering suggestively towards the side of the platform. “Our very own convention pet, Shiki!”17
The auction mistress returned to the stage, leading the young Asian man to the platform by the leash attached to his hands. “What do you say, ladies and gentlemen?” Nightshade said slyly into the microphone, as her partner turned the obedient Shiki in a full circle on the stage. “What can you give us for such a fine specimen of bishi-hood? We’ll start the bidding at twenty dollars...”
The response was immediate. Offers came from all over the audience, so quickly that it was difficult to distinguish one voice from another. The price climbed quickly,
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“One-fifty!” offered a sturdily-built woman with red hair.
“One fifty-five,” countered a woman dressed as a black and white tiger.
“One sixty-five!” the redhead returned.
“One-eighty!” the catwoman called out, glaring daggers at her opponent.
Excited by the growing tension in the room, Quatre leapt to his feet. “Two hundred!” he yelled.18 Spontaneous applause burst out from the crowd. Wufei stared in shock as the gentle, reserved little Quatre joined the bidding war.
The redhead dropped back into her seat, defeated, but after a moment, the cat-woman rallied. “Two hundred ten!” she responded.
“Two hundred twenty!”
“Two twenty five!”
“Two thirty!”
“What are you doing?” Wufei hissed at him, from a nearby seat.
“But, Wufei!” Quatre pouted, keeping his eyes on the young man onstage. “He’s gorgeous!”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” the cat-woman said firmly, not a hint of give in her voice. Mutters and sighs of awe stirred among the audience. Nightshade jumped back into the fray.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have an unmatched bid! Two hundred and fifty dollars for the adorable Shiki! Oh, she’s a determined one, all right! Do I have a higher offer?”
Quatre licked his lips unsurely, but he looked tempted. Firmly, Wufei reached out a hand and yanked the young businessman back into his seat.
“Going once... going twice... Sold! For two hundred and fifty dollars. We have a winner!”
“Yes, but I could have had him,” Quatre muttered sulkily.
“Well, don’t look so glum,” Duo advised him, as he was led past by his group of
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)--next day, Sunday--
Well, actually, for me it pretty much was over after the AMV contest. Me and Sailor Seraphim went back to our room and swapped DJs until 3 AM. So we missed on a lot of the fun. *grumble*
But... as I’m sure you’ve heard by now, most of the rest of the 1x2 contingent (with Heero and Duo) danced until the morning light. Actually, they drank beer and ate gummi penii and took photos of various poses ranging from PG-13 to R. Hotel security had to come and break them up. Wish I coulda gone along, although I couldn’t have drunk anything anyway. *hem*
“Man -- what a night!” Duo dropped into a chair by the table, grinning widely. His hair was suspiciously mussed, and his jacket was open in the front. Heero, in a nearby chair, listed to the side, his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Quatre’s eyes were wide. “Duo -- you didn’t spend all night with them, did you?” he asked apprehensively.
“Why not?” Duo said, rather smug. “They bought me, after all.”
Heero groaned and slumped forward onto the table. “I don’t even remember what happened,” he confessed.
“Oh, don’t worry, Hee-chan!” Duo said brightly. “I got pictures!” He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and waved it around.
Another piteous moan escaped from Heero’s direction. Quatre gulped nervously. “They had cameras?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry, they gave me the pictures,” Duo assured him. A slight frown crossed his face. “Come to think of it, what did they do with those negatives?”
Heero lifted his head far enough to give Duo a bloodshot death glare. Duo laughed nervously and put the pictures back in his pocket.
Wufei came in, looking considerably better rested than the rest of them. “Barton’s still not down yet?” he remarked.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“What?” Quatre started, and looked up at him. “You mean he’s not still in the room?”
Wufei raised one eyebrow. “I assumed he was spending the night in your room, Winner.”
Quatre gaped, then turned bright pink. “Certainly not!” he stammered. “What... er whatever gave you that idea?”
Wufei smirked. “Well, the noises that were coming through the wall seemed to indicate someone was in there, and it wasn’t Duo and Heero.”
Quatre’s pink shaded towards red. “There was no-one else in the room,” he protested. “I just read for a while, then went to bed.”
Duo grinned. “Reading those new comics of yours, Quatre?” he said slyly. Quatre’s red turned lobster red, and he slowly sank out of sight beneath the table.
Duo laughed, and then suddenly stopped short, sitting up straight in his chair with a gasp. “What the -- ooooh.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair, shifting his hips farther forward under the long white tablecloth.
Wufei stared, shocked and horrified, and Duo began to moan and writhe in his chair. He spent several minutes spluttering, before he finally managed to sputter out... “Maxwell? What are you DOING?”
Duo didn’t respond, apparently completely oblivious to Wufei’s words. For a minute, he almost considered looking under the table just to check, but from Duo’s pants and twitches, it was pretty obvious just WHAT Quatre was doing under the table. He edged away, but almost against his will his gaze was drawn back to Duo’s ecstatic features. Swallowing hard, he tried in vain to quell his own reaction to Duo’s erotic writhing, but his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
A surprised noise came from under the table, and Duo jerked one last time, shuddering, before going limp in his chair. “Winner!” Wufei sputtered. “You pervert! How could you possibly... in a RESTAURANT?”
“How could I what?” Quatre said crossly from under the table. “Buy a couple doujinshi? Big deal!”
“No!” Wufei exploded. “How could you even consider servicing Maxwell under the table?!”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Quatre popped his head up from under the table, nearly knocking himself senseless. “What are you talking about, Wufei? You’re the one who’s getting hot and bothered!”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)“What?” Quatre started, and looked up at him. “You mean he’s not still in the room?”
Wufei raised one eyebrow. “I assumed he was spending the night in your room, Winner.”
Quatre gaped, then turned bright pink. “Certainly not!” he stammered. “What... er whatever gave you that idea?”
Wufei smirked. “Well, the noises that were coming through the wall seemed to indicate someone was in there, and it wasn’t Duo and Heero.”
Quatre’s pink shaded towards red. “There was no-one else in the room,” he protested. “I just read for a while, then went to bed.”
Duo grinned. “Reading those new comics of yours, Quatre?” he said slyly. Quatre’s red turned lobster red, and he slowly sank out of sight beneath the table.
Duo laughed, and then suddenly stopped short, sitting up straight in his chair with a gasp. “What the -- ooooh.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped back in his chair, shifting his hips farther forward under the long white tablecloth.
Wufei stared, shocked and horrified, and Duo began to moan and writhe in his chair. He spent several minutes spluttering, before he finally managed to sputter out... “Maxwell? What are you DOING?”
Duo didn’t respond, apparently completely oblivious to Wufei’s words. For a minute, he almost considered looking under the table just to check, but from Duo’s pants and twitches, it was pretty obvious just WHAT Quatre was doing under the table. He edged away, but almost against his will his gaze was drawn back to Duo’s ecstatic features. Swallowing hard, he tried in vain to quell his own reaction to Duo’s erotic writhing, but his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.
A surprised noise came from under the table, and Duo jerked one last time, shuddering, before going limp in his chair. “Winner!” Wufei sputtered. “You pervert! How could you possibly... in a RESTAURANT?”
“How could I what?” Quatre said crossly from under the table. “Buy a couple doujinshi? Big deal!”
“No!” Wufei exploded. “How could you even consider servicing Maxwell under the table?!”
“WHAT?” Shocked, Quatre popped his head up from under the table, nearly knocking himself senseless. “What are you talking about, Wufei? You’re the one who’s getting hot and bothered!”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:40 am (UTC)Suddenly, suspicious, Wufei took, a chance, peeking under the tablecloth... sure enough, Duo’s black jeans were innocently in place, obviously undisturbed. He raised his head from underneath the table to find Duo smirking at him. “You -- “ he sputtered.
“Me what?” Duo said, with wide, innocent eyes. “You were the one jumping to conclusions, ‘Fei-chan...”
“Don’t call me that!” Wufei fumed.
“Oooh, are you a little disappointed?” Duo teased.
“NO!”
“Stop shouting,” a voice growled. “I have a headache.” Wufei glanced over to see that Heero, head on the table with his arms over his eyes, had missed the entire thing. Duo followed his glance, then pouted to see that Heero wasn’t watching his antics.
After a minute, the disappointed pout was replaced by an evil grin, and without warning, he too slid off his chair and under the table.
Wufei covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to get involved again.
“Wha -- DUO!” Heero sat up so fast that he nearly knocked himself out of his chair.
Ignoring this, Wufei shrugged and pulled out a chair of his own, picking up the cafe’s breakfast menu. “I suppose Barton spent the night in the video room... again.”
Heero sighed. “Whose turn is it to bring him food this time?” he said wearily.
“What are you doing here, Wufei?” Quatre asked. “I would have thought you would be at the AMV judging.”
“It was delayed,” Wufei said irritably. “Like everything else at this con...” He snorted in disgust. “It’s the Christian convention upstairs, as usual. They’re not out of the main rooms in time.”
Duo froze with his glass of water raised halfway to his lips. “Wait a minute! The other convention here is a CHRISTIAN convention?”
“Didn’t you know?” Wufei looked over at Duo.
“No!” Duo burst out laughing, nearly spilling water all over himself. “Are you saying,” he gasped out between chuckles, “that people of religious... conviction ended up... in the same hotel... as a convention of crazies... obsessed with guys having sex?”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Wufei smiled slightly. “It did strike me as odd, yes,” he agreed, and then scowled, “but they seem to be evening the score, by delaying most of the con functions.”
“Come on, Barton!” Wufei called impatiently. “The video room is closing. They’re not going to be showing anything more!”
After a few minutes, Trowa emerged from the room, moving a little more stiffly than usual due to having sat in one place for so long. There was a glazed, almost dreamy expression on his face as he walked towards the others.
“Well, Trowa?” Quatre asked him. “Did you have a good time?”
Without answering, the tall boy turned towards Quatre, and in a few quick steps had crossed the distance to the blond pilot. “Trowa?” Quatre asked, a little nervously. “What are you -- mmph.” The rest of his words were cut off as Trowa swept the other boy neatly off his feet, bending him backwards as he attached himself in a long, deep kiss. Startled, Quatre’s hands clutched at the front of Trowa’s turtleneck, but his resistance quickly melted.
Wufei cleared his throat noisily, and Duo looked up at the ceiling, whistling. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute, by which point they had gathered a small but appreciative audience.
Seeing their expression, Heero gulped nervously, but Duo grinned. “Looks like he picked something up from all those videos,” he suggested slyly.
At last, the two broke their clinch, to much cheering and clapping, which was ignored. Gripping Trowa’s hands tightly, Quatre reached up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna see what I bought in the dealer’s room?” he said suggestively. Trowa nodded, enthusiastically, and the two nearly broke into a run as they scrambled for the elevators.
Suddenly, Duo snapped his fingers as though remembering something, and pelted off after the two. “Quatre! Oi, Quatre!”
He caught up to them just as the elevator doors were closing, and stuck his foot between them. Quatre stuck his head out of the elevator, looking somewhat annoyed. “What is it, Duo?” he said breathlessly.
Duo reached into his pocket and dragged out the Hello Kitty vibrator, shoving it into Quatre’s hands. “Just thought you would need this more than me,” he smirked, and let the elevator doors close.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Wufei smiled slightly. “It did strike me as odd, yes,” he agreed, and then scowled, “but they seem to be evening the score, by delaying most of the con functions.”
“Come on, Barton!” Wufei called impatiently. “The video room is closing. They’re not going to be showing anything more!”
After a few minutes, Trowa emerged from the room, moving a little more stiffly than usual due to having sat in one place for so long. There was a glazed, almost dreamy expression on his face as he walked towards the others.
“Well, Trowa?” Quatre asked him. “Did you have a good time?”
Without answering, the tall boy turned towards Quatre, and in a few quick steps had crossed the distance to the blond pilot. “Trowa?” Quatre asked, a little nervously. “What are you -- mmph.” The rest of his words were cut off as Trowa swept the other boy neatly off his feet, bending him backwards as he attached himself in a long, deep kiss. Startled, Quatre’s hands clutched at the front of Trowa’s turtleneck, but his resistance quickly melted.
Wufei cleared his throat noisily, and Duo looked up at the ceiling, whistling. Thirty seconds passed, and then a full minute, by which point they had gathered a small but appreciative audience.
Seeing their expression, Heero gulped nervously, but Duo grinned. “Looks like he picked something up from all those videos,” he suggested slyly.
At last, the two broke their clinch, to much cheering and clapping, which was ignored. Gripping Trowa’s hands tightly, Quatre reached up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna see what I bought in the dealer’s room?” he said suggestively. Trowa nodded, enthusiastically, and the two nearly broke into a run as they scrambled for the elevators.
Suddenly, Duo snapped his fingers as though remembering something, and pelted off after the two. “Quatre! Oi, Quatre!”
He caught up to them just as the elevator doors were closing, and stuck his foot between them. Quatre stuck his head out of the elevator, looking somewhat annoyed. “What is it, Duo?” he said breathlessly.
Duo reached into his pocket and dragged out the Hello Kitty vibrator, shoving it into Quatre’s hands. “Just thought you would need this more than me,” he smirked, and let the elevator doors close.
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Stepping out of the elevator on the ground floor, he felt as much as heard the heavy bass beat of the band over in the main events room, and made a mental note to check them out before they left at two. The hallway of meeting rooms was quieter than it had been during the day, most of the fans having gone out to their rooms or the dance floor.
“Duo!” Heero groaned. “Not you too...”
Duo blinked, then followed Heero’s gaze down to his new Yaoi-Con 2002 T-shirt. “It’s black,” he said defensively. “I like black.”
Re: The yaoi-con 2002 fic/report
Date: 2006-02-21 06:41 am (UTC)Stepping out of the elevator on the ground floor, he felt as much as heard the heavy bass beat of the band over in the main events room, and made a mental note to check them out before they left at two. The hallway of meeting rooms was quieter than it had been during the day, most of the fans having gone out to their rooms or the dance floor.
“Duo!” Heero groaned. “Not you too...”
Duo blinked, then followed Heero’s gaze down to his new Yaoi-Con 2002 T-shirt. “It’s black,” he said defensively. “I like black.”