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(no subject) [Feb. 26th, 2014|02:21 pm]
[mood |discontentdiscontent]
[music |patti smith - "spell"]

throbbing heart of embarrassment and wonder
somewhere, something went wrong
so soon, yet so long. silence is only a friend some times.
with every bite taken, with that one no unheeded, natural and open draw closer, pain where there once was
only adventure
this something, another chip in the varnish, another reason not to crack your shell
this something, inescapable, ineradicable, always, from here
it's no big deal. it won't happen again. leave it behind you.
this loving advice is so not fucking helpful.
not where persistent, chronic, decomposing, never fully live again
you carry death inside you little one
your sunburnt hair and wild eyes
a shine on the outside too hectic to hope for
and yet, they say. some call you whore, even sanctified by the privacy in their own skulls
some say, it's not that big a deal. well to that, may you always walk brainlessly blithe through
the clay cunt of some alien harpy
fuck you, world. the snake, she eats her own tail, the world, she eats all her young, eventually some day.
you wanted the pleasure and now you shall have the pain
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(no subject) [Nov. 26th, 2012|12:05 pm]
[mood |creativecreative]
[music |Aimee Mann: Pavlov's Bell]

Arthur, you're so bloody... germaphobic, kitten, do you -

Eames, catching the look of annoyance and possible contemplation of harm Arthur was currently sending in his direction at the same time his thought turned round a corner and went off down a rather mischievous corridor, decided to hell, finish said thought -

Do you even wash your mice clean before you eat them? Oh Arthur! That's so bad for you! Loses all the nice fresh blood that way, oh, no wonder you're so bloody thin and anemic-looking...

Ariadne, losing sight of her attempt at appearing like she wasn't listening, admitted defeat and let loose a torrent of giggles.
Yusuf, in the corner tinkering at something, raised his head at Ariadne's laughter as if for all the world he had no idea what caused it.

Athur's ears were pink. Not just the tips. ALL of them. His darling little ears... Eames mused over what noises Arthur might make were he, Eames, to go over and (provided he could successfully first disarm Arthur) just... nibble a little bit on them. Really. Just a little bit of a nibble. A taste, maybe... Oh. Wait. Arthur's talking.

Eames, just so you know, this particular kitten carries at least half a dozen throwing stars at any one given time.

Eames blinked. He'd have guessed three, maybe four, what with the two guns and the knife he knew about... Huh. Six?
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in which Blake still has not learned... [Oct. 24th, 2012|03:52 pm]
[mood |frustratedfrustrated]
[music |Staind; Pardon Me]

Fuck, I need some of that. What is it anyway, nitrous?
It, in this case, refers to the master canister sitting locked-up in a corner, heavily labeled and with three combinations listed to break in.
No, pajarito mio, that would not be pleasant, for you.
He doesn't believe, or maybe just doesn't care.
Fuck you, Bane. It's been ages since I got fuckin' stoned.
A smack, lazily really, across this mouth taking such liberties.
To me it is life. To you it would be pain. And - and not the sort of pain you will come to crave. If I have my druthers, pajarito, you will never need that gas.
Dumb remark. You always get your fucking druthers, Bane.
A glance, bland, amused. Then why are you still unwilling, petite one?
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honest RL plea [Oct. 4th, 2012|07:29 pm]
[mood |draineddrained]
[music |Metallica: Fade To Black]

I dropped my laptop baby, and in doing so, I lost _everything_ I had on my HDD.

Anyone who wants to send music, media, bookmarks, AmazonPrime vids, YT links... etc...
PLEASE take pity and email me. My email is, for once an' all, hedgehogmoon@gmail.com

Artist at loss. Please send hope/love/noise.

I love you guys. (That is, if _anyone_ even exists, in this alternate sphere of ether and coldite, now, anymore...)
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Datura [Sep. 21st, 2012|05:18 pm]
[mood |thirstythirsty]
[music |Seether feat. Amy Lee: Broken]

I just sat down at the computer in voiceof10kangel's house intending to look something up, and instead did some reorientation of plant geek stuff and... and... I wrote a drabble in the In Hell verse! So... enough , here we go:

Title: Datura
Verse: In Hell (Nolan/Carey crossverse with Amazonian hallucinogenics)
Disclaimer: Not mine, in the beginning. In this shadow world, everything except trademarks is straight from my brain.

DaturaCollapse )
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what is your shadow soul, little bird? [Sep. 17th, 2012|02:24 pm]
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[mood |melancholymelancholy]
[music |stairway to heaven: led zeppelin]

Drabble ascending to elsewhere... or, something not yet fully born.
Pairing: Bane/Blake, eventually Melisande/Ghul
Verse: Nolan's and Carey's, not mine
Disclaimer: As always, unfinished and in progress, moods and pictures getting stuck in the way that dreams do.

FlightlessCollapse )
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Pajarito mio, I am afraid I cannot allow you to leave... [Sep. 10th, 2012|06:39 pm]
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[mood |predatorypredatory]
[music |Sober: Tool]

Verse: Nolan/Carey
Pairing: Bane/Blake, eventually Melisande/Ghul
Disclaimer: Not mine, except in the lizard brain and meta consciousness. Unfinished, in progress, a tale wandering down dark roads... dreamed and thought.

FlightlessCollapse )
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newton's third law - to be remembered and used in future [Sep. 6th, 2012|09:43 am]
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[mood |pensivepensive]
[music |Hole: Malibu]

Newton’s Third Law: When two bodies interact by exerting force on each other, these forces (termed the action and the reaction) are equal in magnitude, but opposite in direction.


now where does that leave us with matter? highly dense psychotic? matter? hmm. i know... that's just got to be dark matter... amazing amounts of all crammed in and therefore influencing through extreme central pull the gravitation of other objects. caught in an orbit, as it were.

Well, there's one problem with this whole "caught in an orbit" bit, as he sees it. Pajarito mio does not wish to be caught in THIS fucking orbit.

Too bad that wasn't a choice he got to make, unless he did, with sadly lacking foresight, when he joined the force in the first place.

Crash and burn / all the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate? How'd you stay alive?
and the sun goes down / i watch you slip away
And I knew: Love would tear you apart
And I knew: Darkest secrets of your heart
-- I can't be near you - The light just radiates

Crap, Pandora. First Through Glass (Stone Sour), then Malibu (Hole). I wasn't planning to write mB/sB(akaR), I really wasn't, but that's not exactly accurate, is it? And look at the pretty songs...

note: m: master; s: slave
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of bridges and reckoning... [Sep. 4th, 2012|01:46 pm]
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[mood |naughtynaughty]
[music |Emily Browning: Sweet Dreams (cover from SuckerPunch)]

metaphors from war and conquest against backdrop of history and not-quite-so, conquest by force, conquest through the dust of shattering cement and some nameless female snatched up out of a hole-in-the-wall bar, taken for addition to a stable that might never get used, aye...
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someone else said this... I must remember it and use it as a future B/B/T prompt... [Sep. 4th, 2012|12:30 pm]
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[mood |predatorypredatory]
[music |Rammstein: Ich Tu Der Wie]

Why so eager for power if submission suits you fine?
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