Write me something

[louiselux]

Someone filled my head with concrete while I wasn't looking. Damn them. *shakes fist* I want to write something, but can only stare at my screen/page/nerveless fingers and cough pathetically.

So write me some smut thing instead! It worked last time. If you want a prompt you can have any or all of: character, pairing, word or two lines of poetry.

Comments

[cygny.livejournal.com]

I should be working, but oh well, still have two days :P Prompt me please :)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Two days sounds like plenty of time. ;D

Prompt is a word: 'secret' (or if that's not enough, the online thesaurus says: backdoor, backstairs, camouflaged, clandestine, classified, close, confidential, covert, cryptic, discreet, disguised, dissembled, dissimulated, furtive, hush-hush, in ambush, incognito, inside, restricted, secretive, sly, sneak, sneaky, stealthy, sub-rosa, surreptitious, top secret, unacknowledged, under wraps, under-the-table, underhanded)

Phew.

[harukami]

Prompt me!

[harukami]

...but it may be a few hours before one comes about because oh crap it's 8 am and I haven't slept yet.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Prompt me!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Have some poetry: from My Rival by Rudyard Kipling

I go to concert, party, ball
What profit is in these?
I sit alone against the wall
And strive to look at ease.

[emungere.livejournal.com]

Prompt please?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yay! Prompt is: Gojyo/Hakkai and a word: night

[akisawana.livejournal.com]

They've got empty parts, Goku is aware. He's aware of the emptiness in Gojyo where a brother should be, the emptiness in Hakkai where children should be, the emptiness in Sanzo where a family should be. Goku is aware of all this emptiness and tries his best to fill it.
That's how he fills the emptiness in himself, the one all the meatbuns in the world can't touch.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Aww, yes. Perfect. Thank you.

[andmydog.livejournal.com]

I so don't have time for this but... Prompt me, baby?

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Here's your prompt: your character is Gojyo and your word is: shabby.

[tgreywords.livejournal.com]

Prompt me with poetry!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Okay! This is from The Cool Web by Robert Graves:

'How hot the scent is of the summer rose,
How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,'

[wk-recomend.livejournal.com]

It didn't matter; it couldn't, really. One moment everything was there, right and perfect, like it ought to be. The next, everything was gone. Shattered, lost, trailing in a bloodied breeze on tendrils of shreaded cloth.

The emptiness was worse, though. Painful and conspicuous in its void. The vacuum of wrongness where a filled something should be. And he should have known the exact moment it left. But instead, he had been happy, content in the rightness of the day. Knowing that the rest of the day would play out how it always did, with a smile and a warmth he could not find anywhere else.

But, today was different, and the broken shards of pottery and glass strewn haphazardly across the room wasn't the smile he had been expecting. And the torn remnants of draperies and clothing wasn't the warmth he had been waiting for. And the emptiness of the room stood out in stark contrast with what should have been.

And there had been nothing he could have done, simply because he had not known.

But he knew now.

He picked up the one bright speck in an otherwise filthy, dull grey world. The knife was fitted to his hand, it seemed, and when he swung it, it shed the most beautiful shade of crimson he had ever seen.

D

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oh, ow. What a fantastic last line. It's interesting, in the first two paragraphs it could be Sanzo or Hakkai - which made me relaise that those events in both their lives are so similar.

Thanks so much for this.

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

It was three weeks into the assignment when Nagi realized Mamoru had some kind of oral fixation. He was always popping something into his mouth; pen tips, the side of his index finger, sucking the chocolate off his Pocky with a little more enthusiasm than necessary or proper.

It was four weeks into the assignment when Mamoru caught Nagi's eyes and Nagi realized the fixation was perhaps a little less subconscious than he'd assumed.

Five weeks in, Nagi bought a ball gag at a porn shop two blocks from the hotel.

Six weeks in, Nagi discovered Mamoru wasn't the only one with an oral fixation.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Nagi bought a ball gag at a porn shop two blocks from the hotel.

*so very dead*

Oral fixation - yeah. *g* This is just so cool - thank you!

overtly sentimental

[lili-mai.livejournal.com]

I wrote this a while back, it was my first attmept at fanfic, so it is what it is. Hope you enjoy.

Waves

It had been a long time since he had seen the ocean. He could still vividly recall the waves. Coming, going, rolling past, and pulling at his legs as he stood in the frigid water. As far out as he could see there was nothing but water. He felt that if he just let go he could be lost forever. He would not be the little orphan that the other monks mocked at the temple, he could be anyone, his master could really be the father that he longed for, he could have a real past, and a future that he could see. He could be cleansed of this life and never have to return.
He stood there with his master watching the sun rise over the water, pink and dark against the backdrop of fading night. The colors shifting higher and higher reaching across the vast expanse toward where he stood, bathing his feet, now gold to bright shining day. And the water sparkled and danced in the freshness of the new sun.
“It is said that the ocean can cleanse the mind setting it free on the next wave out, if you let it. There is strength in letting go Kouryu, remember that,” his master had said staring out across the ocean, “be forever changing as the sea and be strong, you must be strong.”
He stood wondering what his master had to let go of, as he looked at the sun pouring though his master hair, his usual contented smile on his lips, and Kouryu longed to feel that smile on his own lips, what was that kind of contentment: an orange paper airplane soaring across a perfect blue sky or the ocean at dawn, glowing with new beginnings?
Looking back out across the water, endless, ever moving, forever changing, and strong enough to wash away the past of hundreds of souls, it danced beautifully under a yellow glowing orb, and Kouryu considered his master’s words. Then without another thought he let out all of his breath and in letting go found himself at peace, drifting out forever on the next wave.
* * *

Sanzo sat in the jeep with his head back looking up at the sky, a perfect blue with waves of clouds dancing in the sunlight, and smiled hearing again his master’s words, and again loosing himself in the endless waves. Contented.
“Sanzo is everything ok,” Hakkai asked from the driver’s seat.
Sanzo just hummed a response still smiling that odd little smile.
Hakkai looked up at the sky and back at Sanzo, “what are you thinking about?”
Sanzo looked over at Hakkai still smiling, then back at the sky, “Waves,” he said.

Re: overtly sentimental

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Poor Sanzo - he really has such a crappy life. This was sweet - thank you.

[cephy.livejournal.com]

Outlined this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/cephy/38953.html) way back when you had that discussion over whether Sanzo was a virgin. I tried to make it at least halfway coherent for you...

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thanks - it's excellent!

[baka-gaijin.livejournal.com]

~ cough ~

Saiyuki smut (http://www.livejournal.com/users/baka_gaijin/74706.html#cutid1)

~ looks away innocently ~

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yay!!

[rans-curse.livejournal.com]

I figure I must be late, but-- prompt me anyway.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

okay :) Character is Sanzo, and a word is: disgrace