Biting Or Being Bitten

odaxelagniac @ 2008-10-04T16:31:00

2008-10-04T06:44:15Z

Alright, I promised i'd repost here when I had some sleep. ... I'm having trouble sleeping, so I slept for an hour! YAY!

Alright, i'll actually make some info about this first...

Title: Seven Dollars, Fifty-Five Cents.
Rating/warnings: PG-13-R (PG-13 for this part)
Description: This - this is usually why i'm not allowed to go out much. Strange things happen, and now look at this! All this trouble BEGAN with my girlfriend (or should I say ex?), and... well, I figure I should tell someone about it, so i'm telling you now.

A/N: Look, I have no idea what the normal price of bourbon is, I have no idea how it feels going down, or anything. My writing style for this is incredably weird, even to me. So... yeah. Read it. Please? D:

Also, expect moar. :D EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT NOW, I WILL KEEP POSTING MOAR UNTIL YOU LIKE IT.

Part 1: Terry Jr, The Fate of The World, And a Bottle of Bourbon

To be honest, the fate of the world (which was divined from a pot of lightly simmering water) wasn't really that much important in the larger scheme of things. You see, I was having relationship problems - my girlfriend blocked me from her MSN and changed her number, so now I have no way of contacting her.

/We met online/

Either way, the fate of the world didn't really matter much, because I was so bummed out from that. I figured, 'Hey, i'm going to go drown my sorrows in cheap alcohol', so I walked down to the local bottle shop (owned by a tight-fisted man by the name of Sparkle Hobglobin), but I forgot to bring my fake ID, and considering that i'm 15 (so old), I couldn't buy myself some alcohol, which pissed me off, until I saw a hobo sitting there, on the street corner.

/Yeah, he was pretty cool/

Anyway, I asked him to go buy me some bourbon, and told him he could keep the change (the bourbon at Sparkle's Bottle Shop is $52.45, and I had $60), so he went in to buy it for me, came out with it, walked away. So, now I had a bottle of alcohol to drown my sorrows in. Well, it looked kinda funky (different), but either way, I was going to drink it. So I walked back home, around the potted plant which tried to attack me whenever I walked past it, opened the door, and then went to my room.

/More like a closet/

My room is a small room. Bed/Dresser/Desk. A little space to move around. It was okay. Terry got the biggest room, because she's a cunt. Terry is my older sister, and I swear she's more masculine than our father. She told me she'd cut out my tongue if I ever told our parents she was the one who set fire to our cat, so I shut my mouth about that. So anyway, I shuffle to the bed, leaving my bedroom door open, and sit down, looking at the alcohol. Yeah, it looked really weird, but hey, I figured that that was what bourbon looked like. Weird.

/Should've known/

Anyway, I open it up, take a sip, man, pretty funky stuff i've got going on here. So anyway, I start thinking about my girlfriend, and I start getting teary-eyed, so I chug down more of the alcohol to try and stop it. It doesn't really work, but hey, whatever. There were things in the bottle, and I didn't know what the hell they were, but I drank it anyway. I drank the bottle pretty quickly, and I hid it under my bed. Wasn't I supposed to be drunk now?

/Well, not like anything goes right/

So I lay down on my bed, I really need to get a new pillow, and I kinda start thinking about my life. Man, I really screwed up. I mean yeah, hey, I admit it: i'm fucking cool. I doubt that anyone else can see that though. It seems i'm pretty much a failure to everyone. While I was counting the cracks on my ceiling, something weird was going on. The Potted Plant From Hell (nicknamed Terry Jr.) started moving. Of course, I wasn't aware of that right then, but hey, i'll just say it now just to get you thinking.

/I need to sleep/

I haven't slept for a day, because i've been thinking about my girlfriend xArIsToCrAtX~xD, aka Murry Lether. Yeah, she was hot - she sent me pictures, I sent her pictures, I thought it was working out. But no - she blocked me, changed her number, and damn, she's probably dumped me, I just know it. Before I knew it, the waterworks were on full-blast, and I was rubbing at my eyes, furious at myself for being such a sissy. I could hear Terry's voice in my head 'What the fuck are you crying about, you fucking pussy? Goddamn, you make me sick!', and that made it worse, until I was practically blubbering. All while this was going on, the potted plant was edging itself into the house.

/Stupid me, forgot to close the front door/

So anyway, picture, if you will, the scene of me blubbering about how much of a loser I was, who just brought bourbon, and who was enough of an idiot not to shut the front door. Where was Terry and my parents while all of this was going on, you ask? Well, Terry was at school (Kirkle High - if you don't want 'em, send 'em here!), dad was off working (construction worker...) and mum was out having an affair with a guy named Tom Thompson. Yeah, she thinks it's a secret, but everyone knows. Anyway, it's just me, the cat (who has taken a liking to laying in water for extended amounts of time), and Terry Jr, the fucking potted plant. I'd like to say all of this began with Terry Jr, but then i'd be lying. It began with my girlfriend, but i'll get onto that later.

/What's that noise?/

So yeah, when I quieten down a little, I can hear some rhythmic thumps. Thump-thump-thump-thump-squuuuuuek-thump-thump-pause-thump. At the time, I wasn't really sure what it was, and I didn't really care. I figured it was probably the cat, rolling around somewhere, but, boy, was I wrong. So anyway, I continue to sniffle like a pansy for a while, as the thump-thump-thump-pause-thumping continued, getting louder and closer all the while. Then I hear a sort of 'Sssssssssss' sound, kind of like gas or something, and it sounds really close, so I look, and it's that fucking plant in my doorway.

/Fuck, man, i'm tripping balls/

So I kinda stare at it for a moment, because I mean, what the hell is the plant doing there? I realize it's probably a trick Terry is playing on me, which would most likely end up with her breaking the pot on my head, or something equally as heinous, so I say, 'Terry, knock it off, I know it's you moving that pot.' Silence. Then 'Sssssssss' again, and the plant hopped a little, landing with a 'thump'. Now, at that time I was freaking out, because it seriously looked like it was moving by itself. 'Terry, seriously, knock it off!' I said, pretty high-pitched, and if plants could grin, than damn, that plant fucking grinned like no tommorrow.

/I would like to make it clear right now I was against buying the plant/

Terry Jr, the overgrown venus-flytrap (or venus-GUYtrap), starts hopping towards me, and it backs me against the wall of my bed, and I know i'm in deep shit, because it looks like one of those tentacle monsters do in those Japanese ane-may my sister watches. Now, i'm there, pressed up against the wall, shaking, and Terry Jr is hopping towards me at a reasonably fast pace for a potted plant, all the while making those 'Sssssssss' sounds. I realize I probably should've ran, but I was glued there with fear, as the potted plant reached the foot of my bed and sat there.

/Oh god what the hell!/

Vines, vines from out of fucking nowhere (well, presumably Terry Jr,) fucking shot out at me, squeezing my arms against my chest, holding onto me tightly, and I just... Well, i've got no dignity left anyway, so i'll just come out and say it point-blank. I pissed my pants and screamed like a girl. There. I said it. Anyway, so Terry Jr, spawn of the devil (Terry), is making those 'Sssss' sounds, but also new sounds - 'Fufufufufu' after about ten seconds, I realize that the plant is laughing. The plant is laughing at ME. Now, at this point, i'm struggling, trying to break free, but man, the plant has an iron-grip, and i'm no muscle-man myself, so i'm pretty screwed.

/Fuck, i'm seriously screwed here/

And then? And then Terry Jr ate me.

Comment if you like! :D

odaxelagniac @ 2008-06-06T16:54:00

2008-06-06T06:57:05Z

Mmm, I Stumble'd upon a nice prompt site last night, so I wrote two drabbles... They're both reasonably small (but are actually over the word limit the prompts specified xD).

Here's the First:

Title: Strawberries
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing(s): NONE! :D
Rating: G
Prompt: Drabble (100 words ;_;) * male character * SPOILER! (You'll figure it out :) )
DISCLAIMER: NO I... I WON'T SAY IT.... ... I don't own Persona 3 :(

Minato stared at the offending tube as if it were about to bite him. It lay there, on his otherwise spotless (and rather plain) desk, just waiting, waiting to be opened and used. He had brought it when he escorted Yukari, Fuuka and Mitsuru, to the local shopping block. Of course, he did look like he was buying it for them, so nobody looked at him weirdly. Gathering up the courage, he opened up the tube, picked up a hand mirror, and started applying the lipgloss to his lips. It was strawberry-flavoured.

Just then, Junpei burst in, took one look at him and then gave him his own look - as if he were a deer caught in the headlights.

“It tastes like strawberries.” Minato said, helpfully. It didn’t seem to matter to Junpei.

And, the second:

Title: Smoke
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing(s): NONE! :D
Rating: G
Prompt: Drabble (100 words ;_;) * dialogue * the smell of smoke
DISCLAIMER: NO I I WON'T SAY IT.... ... I don't own Persona 3 :(

“It’s a nice night, isn’t it?”
“I suppose…”
“Well, the stars are pretty bright, Minato.”
“Yeah… they are.”
“It’s not that cloudy, so you can see the stars nicely. Do you like stars?”
“Not really, no.”
“Hm? Why not?”
“I’ve never really thought about stars before.”
“Well…”
“…”
“Ken seems to be really down, lately. Do you know why?”
“No.”
“Oh… okay the- wait. Can you smell that?”
“Smell what?”
“It smells kind of like… smoke.”
“It does. Do you want to see what’s up?”
“…STUPEI!”
“Yukari! Uh… the oven wouldn’t work… and…”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
“…heh.”

Phew :)

The Dangers Of Tartarus, Persona 3, ShadowxMinato

2008-03-27T14:00:12Z

Reposting :)

Title: The Dangers Of Shadows
Fandom: Persona 3
Pairing: Shadow/Minato, with a SLIGHT Akihiko/Minato
Rating: Oh man, I’m just going to label this R. I have a hard time rating stuff x_x

‘He hated the goddamned Dark Hour.’

It had snuck up on him, and he was quickly stripped of his weapons. Struggling, he tried to tear away from the sticky tentacles of the shadow, only to have more hold him in place. A tentacle was under his shirt, and he whimpered, trying to move but he couldn’t. It was filling his mouth now, and he almost couldn’t breathe, at least until he remembered his nose. The shadow made an odd sound, as if it were laughing, and more tentacles spawned from it’s body.

His eyes widened when his pants were ripped from him, and oh god he knew what was going to happen, and it hurt. The scream that was ripped from his throat was muffled by the tentacle, and came out as a pathetic whimpering. He started to cry freely when he realized that he was actually hard for this. A tentacle whipped around his body, gripping his erection tightly, and he was assaulted by both tentacles – inside him, outside him, plus the many others feeling his body.

He didn’t know how long it was, but he came, his body spasming and his face wet from the tears that he was still crying. Still the shadow was at it, thrusting in and out of him with it’s tentacle, and he thought that it just wouldn’t stop, and he’d be caught in the Dark Hour forever with it. Suddenly the shadow dissipated, and he fell, hitting the floor hard, crying and whimpering and bleeding, oh god he was bleeding, he could feel it.

‘…Minato?’ Came Akihiko’s voice, and he broke out in sobs, not only because he was violated, but because Akihiko had saved him. He was there, a hand on his shoulder, and he whipped around fast and clutched at Akihiko’s shirt just so he knew that he wouldn’t leave him. He was only vaguely aware of things after that: Akihiko asking Fuuka if she’d tell Mitsuru that it had happened again, Akihiko’s arms around him, Akihiko whispering that he knew how he had suffered…

And Mitsuru’s saddened and knowing eyes as she escorted them privately out of Tartarus.

He hated the goddamned Dark Hour.

Mine, Persona 3, JinxMinato

2008-03-27T13:52:25Z

Just reposting to here :D

Title: Mine (lol, so creative xD)
Fandom: Persona 3
Rating: I wouldn't say it's really explicit... around R, I suppose.
Pairing: Jin/Minato
Word Count: 418
Disclaimer: I don't own Persona 3 ~~yet~~
'‘You’re mine,’ Jin repeated, clothes on and suitcase in hand, ‘Remember that.’'

His knees were bloody, his palms grazed and dirty. His sword and Evoker lay, around the same area of his clothes. Fingers that weren’t his curled in his hair, lifting his head so he could see him, so he could see the overcast sky. Hot breath on his back, teeth that bit along his upper back, a hand on his hip. He moaned, and Jin chuckled, driving back into him again – tearing his soul apart with his thrusts.

The grip on his hair released, and his head sank low as his arms trembled, and he fell, cheek hitting the concrete hard. ‘Mine,’ Jin whispered, curling a hand around his cock and ohgoditfeltsogoodplease, ‘All mine.’ He was panting, his hands clenching and unclenching, and he knew it was so wrong, but it felt good and he didn’t care if it was wrong.

One thrust hit something inside him that made him arch, that made him scream, and he thought that he would die from the pleasure. Jin moaned lowly at this, and the thrusts were harder, deeper… more desperate. The hand on his member stroked faster, and the sensations built up, until he threw his head back and screamed Jin’s name and he was coming all over Jin’s hand.

As he sagged against the floor, he could hear Jin moaning continually now, his thrusts erratic, his hand still pumping his cock. He was in a haze, and he barely registered when he came inside him, burning heat and fingernails dug deep into his hip. A weight against his back, pinning him down, and he wasn’t that surprised when Jin bit him, and he made a small noise when he could feel the blood welling up, and he could feel him grinning at his back.

‘You’re mine,’ Jin repeated, clothes on and suitcase in hand, ‘Remember that.’ He left then, and it took a few minutes for him to come to his senses and start dressing, sheathing his sword and putting his gun away. He was glad, because soon after Junpei and Akihiko walked up, and he prayed that he didn’t look like he’d just been screwed. Junpei either ignored it, or was totally oblivious, but he got the feeling that Akihiko knew, but he didn’t say anything.

He sighed softly in relief and followed them back to the dorm – at least he’d be able to sleep there. He didn’t sleep that night, plagued by thoughts and images and the strange feeling that Jin would be back for him.