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[letterblade]

I need to do this again...

Comment with a character, pairing, and/or prompt, and I will write anything from a few lines to a ficlet in a comment right back at you. Today's round is PGSM only, as that's what's on my brain.

Braaaaaiiiin.

Ahem.

I think for the moment that writerly resolution will simply have to be "write or seriously edit something every day, no length requirements." My writing brain isn't quite unclogged and focused enough yet to keep up with the original version. :/

In other news, frosted cheerios are joy, New England is slowly returning to itself after a long psychotic break of thinking it's Georgia (mmm, missed snow), and I just learned new photoshop tricks.

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[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

Minako attempts to seduce Usagi. Usagi Doesn't Get It, and continues to Not Get It.

I picture this ending with Minako leaning back wiping her mouth and Usagi, catching her breath, saying "Ano ... Minako-chan, are you hitting on me?"

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

(...you would have to give me something involving the one character I really don't have a handle on, wouldn't you? *rolls eyes*)

"Ano, Minako-chan...isn't this sortof illegal?"

"Of course," said Minako, unruffled, and popped the cork of the champagne. "I'm sure Mamoru brought you something for your birthday yesterday? I'll take sloppy seconds." The champagne fizzed up, and she reached for a flute. Always in style, of course.

"Well," she said, and blushed a little at the thought of that. "He's of age though! How did you get it?"

"Usagi, I'm an international pop star. There's nothing I can't get."

"Oh! Oh oh oh!" Usagi bounced, glass in hand--empty, luckily. "Your new song! I've been listening to it all day! And all yesterday! Remember all the times long past beneath the moon," she sang tunelessly, "ah-ah, come to me tomorrow after all..."

No coincidence that it had been released on her birthday. Minako's purse jostled with a faint mumble as Usagi babbled and sang on.

"Ano, Minako-chan...?" Usagi gestured at the purse with her glass. "Is Artemis okay?"

"Oh, yes, of course. He's got a bit of a kitty cold, I think, and he's been sleeping all day." No, just stuffed helpless in the purse. It was his fault she was doing this in the first place, so he should have stopped complaining, but Artemis so rarely got it. His off-handed (off-pawed?) comments had awakened more of her memories, after all, memories of Serenity's behavior with her Senshi. Fun memories, for once. There'd have to be something of that in Usagi somewhere, wouldn't there?

Usagi now enjoying the champagne; time to lean back and stretch. Strapless gown, of course, no scarf. Usagi seemed oblivious.

"I wrote that song from a dream. It felt like a memory of the past life--"

"Oh, did you have somebody in the past life? Oh, so cute! Well, I hope it worked better than mine. Do you know who he was?"

"...no. I can't remember her face." Of course she remembered her face perfectly clearly, Serenity's fierce smile.

"Oh! You--you're like Rei-chan! Are you? I didn't know! I'm sorry...I'll keep it a secret, I promise!"

Minako despaired. Her face perfectly composed as always, but still, despaired.

Usagi had such a cute flush though. And after only one glass? Perhaps something was working after all.

After Usagi's glass was empty, Minako gave up, leaned far over the table to pour her more--and felt the straining of the tape holding the dress in place--and then set the bottle casually aside, tilted her head to one side, and went for the kiss.

Usagi's lips were damp and sweet and winey, and for a moment she just sat there still with a squeak in the back of her throat, and then Minako pulled back, sat down again, touched a finger to her own lips.

"Ano...Minako-chan...are you...hitting on me?"

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

Beautifully done -- I love the little evocative touches -- though I meant that last line post-cunnilingus. ^_~

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

Well, snap. XP I so could not write Minako well enough to have her get that far.

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

*kisses*

Honey, neither can I. She's impossible to wrap your head around without going way AU.

(Am I the only one drastically disappointed that the only actresses who've done extensive cheesecake are the only ones I'm not particularly attracted to?)

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

I'm mostly disappointed that Yoshito Endou hasn't done extensive cheesecake. XP

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

Don't you mean beefca ... no, no, cheesecake would indeed be the correct word ...

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

...though I have to say that the thought of Serenity/Venus is killing me with the bitchsex.

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

*innocently*

I was going to make a comment about Queen Serenity (not Princess) being the true Eighteenth Angel, but I'll just let that be ...

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

...............

I think that's sortof the intellectual equivalent of surprise buttsex. Eep?

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

Think about it -- think about her not merely as one of the Moon People but as the progenitor of their entire race. The Angels follow different evolutionary paths than humans; the same is true of the Moon People, who can throw energy beams, turn into cats, display amazing psychic powers, and other neat stuff.

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

And now the brain gets into the intellectual buttsex.

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

(full-on sadist mode now)

The Ginzuishou is small enough to be concealed within the hand, if you get my drift. Its action is to produce genetic material along one of two creative lines, depending on the user. A human using it would automatically produce one line, a Moon Person another. The material could be simply used to create or restore life, to break down a creature's AT field, or (in extreme cases) to create viral-based attacks that instantly break down proteins of the opposing creative line.

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

*incoherent moaning*

[cktraveler.livejournal.com]

Wow. I knew I could do that with my eyes, but I didn't know I could manage it just with typing!

[cosmicbiscuit.livejournal.com]

Ummm... ::thinks:: Ooh! Zoicite/Shin (or whatever Kunzite's name was when he was still human, I can't remember it off the top of my head) with romantic seduction through semi-mind controlling music. X3

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

Oooo...yup, you got the right name. Of course, this means still-cursed-and-memoryless!Zoisite...so only somewhat with the romantic...

The summer days ran long. To the window; back. The sea roaring in the back of his mind. His eyes filled with light as he drew a glass of water from the sink, another, made dinner, instant, sat in the living room, long in silence. He knew not who he was; he drifted.

At night he felt himself walking a little differently, and though by day he was afraid of dark rooms, at night he was not, and strode about with no lights on feeling daring. He slept and wake with no pattern, got headaches, got better, bathed at least once a day because he liked the smoothness of his own skin, the softness of his hair. There was no calendar; sometimes he tallied days with a pencil on the wall.

In the darkest times of night, he might hear music, surging soft and echoing off the walls. Hearing it felt peculiar, like a leaf in his heart was unfolding to the scalding sun. It was familiar, but terrified him without reason.

He lay awake one night to the music, curled naked under his sheets with his arms wrapped round his knees, and the music brought, he knew, though he knew not how, a man, made of coiled white light like a ghost. The music ran under his skin; the music moved his arms.

The man wore white, and had white hair thick as tall grass under his hands, and had a beautiful face for him to draw his fingers over in bewilderment, and was as equally familiar and terrifying as the music. He knelt naked on the bed as he stood over him, white-gloved hand on his head, and had odd, stray thoughts--I should have longer hair, he should be where I am--that made no sense to him.

His heart leapt with something like love, maybe, when those gloved hands held his face still and those pale soft lips closed over his.

He had never had sex before, that he'd known of, but it seemed to come to him easily as the man laid him out, and it seemed perfectly natural that he could spin white silk out of the air, bind his arms spread wide to the bedposts. His skin shuddered under his hands, never touched before.

It hurt, though, when he entered him, and the man looked down at him with cool gray eyes and murmured, you never liked this, did you?

Do I know you?

No. Poor little shadow. You're the shadow, he thought, as he flickered with the music, but he was solid, terribly solid, driving into him, holding him down. I think I'll be gentle with you after all. What, he thought, had he planned otherwise? But he could not find voice, and eventually the man clamped one hand, now bare, over his mouth.

At the moment of orgasm, he had the oddly distinct thought that this was somehow for revenge; but he didn't know him.

He shook with emotion, though what he didn't not know, as the man vanished in a flicker, and in the morning, remembered it only as a dream.

[cosmicbiscuit.livejournal.com]

::glee!:: Oh, I love it so!

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

*purrs* Yay. And thanks; that was a great challenge. XD