:D

[saviourseph]

More drabbles (only posting the ones I did earlier on, before I degenerated into writing retarded drunken poetry ^^; ) :

Stiff In The Car - Stephen(ie)/Link (Sarahverse TP)
You're ashamed of me aren't you? That's why you never take me anywhere. You don't even want to be seen in public with me - let alone introduce me as your boyfriend?

All I do for you - do you think i like wearing this dress? That I like the hasty name changing? The layers of whorepaint on my decaying face?

The bonnet?

No - I won't shut up and get in the car! You'll hear me out on th...

Wait? Where?

OK - I'll come.

But no bonnet.

---

Foreign Facetious Lands / I'm Too Sexy - Tingle (MM)
The lycra stretched translucent - fire engine red and terrifyingly taut. The seams twisting and buckling over the mountainous crotch beneath. The hips gyrated, sending mountainous crotch pulsating back and forth - a beacon of bad taste and sickly allure in the bleak deserted canyon.

The world was spun form the memories of the hero - every person here an off-kilter parody of their original self.

But not him.

No memory could be that horrifying.

---

EDIT: Fine... here's the stupid poems (don't ask what they're about - not quite sure myself)


every day a fire engine goes past the bathroom window

i found a place

it flashes

flashes orange

all the time

but we can boogie

in the orange and blue strobe of the fire engines

dancing while people die

---

cowgirl

they couldn't win

their power was great but she was stronger

she pinned the brave to the ground, skirts hitched and guns raised

"MOVE YOUR LOVE"

"MOVE YOUR LOVE"

"BABY BABY GIVE IT TO ME"

and so america was born

power

love on me

move

move

---

fading like a flower - green bottle

every time i see you - trapped. under the emerald glass

like the wizard. so afraid of the truth

spectacles grafted to faces - no-one should know the truth

white

dead

nothing

like withered roses

not rose tinted but nettle

---

black wood penicorns that feel the beat

racing through the lost woods

hunted.

something after him - something

equine. but not.

white spray through the air

asparagus champagne

helpless

naught to do but lie back and go with the flow

drowning

warm and wet like something

not a sandstorm

he relented

let it all wash over him

Comments

[ryutsuki.livejournal.com]

hahahaha these are all awesome, but of course I have a special place in my heart for stephanie's <3

AND POST RETARDED DRUNK POETRY. I WANT TO READ 8D

[paulnolan.livejournal.com]

AND POST RETARDED DRUNK POETRY. I WANT TO READ 8D
And I thought I was masochistic...

Fine ^^;

[omgimsuchadork.livejournal.com]

Stephen(ie)/Link OTP

[paulnolan.livejournal.com]

trufax :)

[taure.livejournal.com]

I miss all the good stuff. xDDD I have to get with the redead porn... I've never written any.

[paulnolan.livejournal.com]

You need to stay up later!

(you may well discover there's a link between sleep deprivation and ReDead porn - 2 birds 1 stone 8D )

[yubberducky.livejournal.com]

but we can boogie

in the orange and blue strobe of the fire engines

dancing while people die

Have I mentioned how much I love you lately? WHAT PROMPTED THIS HILARITY?

[paulnolan.livejournal.com]

House music and too much wine ^^;

[ryutsuki.livejournal.com]

fading like a flower - green bottle
I like that one >D