Free drabbles for blind_go guessers!
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blind_go fics. tarigwaemir and silvermuse89 also get a drabble each for being such great mods.
Please reply to this post with a character or pairing and some kind of prompt, and I'll write you something really short. :D Anything from my list of interests is fine, but if you pick something obscure I might ask you to refresh my memory on the source material.
I'm sure much of my flist is sick of hearing about blind_go, but I think this should be the last post for a while. 0_o[Unknown site tag]
blind_go fics. tarigwaemir and silvermuse89 also get a drabble each for being such great mods. Please reply to this post with a character or pairing and some kind of prompt, and I'll write you something really short. :D Anything from my list of interests is fine, but if you pick something obscure I might ask you to refresh my memory on the source material.
I'm sure much of my flist is sick of hearing about blind_go, but I think this should be the last post for a while. 0_o[Unknown site tag]
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Date: 2006-09-25 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 09:37 am (UTC)Vertigo
Dragon Army was finally starting to come together.
"I'm gonna puke," said Hot Soup as he flew threw space.
"I'm gonna nuke," said Crazy Tom as he pointed his flash gun at Hot Soup.
"Chinese food for dinner, ne?" added Vlad.
"Eh, I'd rather have some of old Bean here," jumped in Dumper.
"I'm tasty, but I'm not for you," said Bean.
"Yeah, Dumper, go take a dump."
"But don't eat any beans first."
"Gross."
"Seriously, I have to puke," said Hot Soup.
"Gross."
"You and Dumper should go to the toilet together!" said Crazy Tom.
"Great honeymoon spot, the toilet."
Ender used his hook to bring himself to Hot Soup's side. He took hold of Hot Soup's arms and turned him to face in the proper direction.
"The gate is down," Ender told them. "You won't get disoriented if you remember that. The enemy's gate is always down."
Then Ender actually looked down and saw Alai standing just beyond the gate. Alai, who was watching Dragon Army from below with those scrutinizing eyes of his.
Ender felt vertigo hit him for the the first time in a long time.
"Hey commander guy, this is your army speaking, we gonna play Cowboys and Indians or what?" said Crazy Tom.
"I'm game," said Ender.
He nodded at Alai, who nodded back. He reminded himself there was solid ground somewhere beneath all this space. Then he turned back to his army.
-End-
p.s. I really wanted to refer to a particular image from the book that describes Ender and Alai's relationship: there's a wall between them but there are also deep roots holding strong below. I couldn't work it in though. :(
I get the feeling that I might have stolen Dragon Army's jokes from Orson Scott Card, but I don't have any of my Ender books here so I can't check. If you (or anyone) happen to notice any lines I've accidentally plagiarized, let me know, will ya?
And do you know if is there good Ender's Game fic being written out there? You've rekindled my love for Dragon. :)
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:48 pm (UTC)Alas, I don't know of good Ender's Game fic. I did come across a decent one on ff.net and a few, er, mindbending ones on
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Date: 2006-09-27 09:02 am (UTC)I'm more worried about having stolen dialogue from the Bean books than the original Ender's Game, because I can't remember those books all that well, but it's a relief to hear you say it's legit!
Oh god, there's an enderslash com? I have to go check this out. Wish me luck. O_o
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Date: 2006-09-27 09:29 am (UTC)My eyes! I have been struck blind!
Why Bonzo? Sure he's Spanish and Spanish means hot, but still. Bonzo!
I have to admit I like this Dink/Ender one though, in all its underaged NC17 glory: http://community.livejournal.com/enderslash/1445.html#cutid1
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Date: 2006-09-27 01:20 pm (UTC)But why isn't there more Ender/Alai or at least Ender/Bean?;_;no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 01:30 pm (UTC)Exactly! Ender/Alai is totally canon as long as you ignore the fact that kissing is a regular greeting in Middle Eastern cultures and doesn't necessarily mean tru wuv. And Ender/Bean certainly makes sense!Dink needs more love, despite his unfortunate name. He doesn't even get Petra in the end, poor guy.
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Date: 2006-09-25 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 10:39 am (UTC)Currently Untitled (Yay!)
"I have received a missive. It is conclusive now; the Lunarian moon has left us."
Rosa glanced at him over her shoulder before bowing head once more.
"All signs pointed to this outcome," she said as she tended to her flowers. "But I had hoped it would not come to pass."
He sighed and walked to her side. He could not see her expression, for her hair (it grew more like spun gold every year) hung around her face like a veil.
"The blue planet will miss the silver moon," he said.
"And the white moon will be lonely without its twin."
"And still it circles the blue planet, does it not?"
He moved to push aside a strand of her hair, but she shook her head, her hands still wrapped in flowers. "Shall we end this charade? It is not the dance of planets that we speak of. Forgive me. I cannot do that which you ask, not while my grief lies so newly planted."
"I loved him dearly as well." He plucked a flower from the garden, felt a thorn prick his finger, saw blood welling from the wound. "But he chose to leave us."
"He would always be between us, if I chose to be with you."
"It has always been so," he said to her. "The silver moon and the white moon, pulling at the tides of the world."
"Please," she begged him, "give me time."
"He will not return." His voice was harsher than he meant it to be. "He chose his brother, and his father's people. He chose sleep."
Her eyes filled with tears then, for Cecil's sake, and he knew that she would never love him.
He wondered if flowers grew on the silver moon.
p.s. Does this make any sense? IS IT NOT AS PRETENTIOUS AS HELL???
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Date: 2006-10-04 09:01 am (UTC)I love this so, so much. *showers hearts on you*
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-25 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 09:33 am (UTC)Slam Dunk smells!no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-14 01:55 pm (UTC)Title Goes Here
"Oi, kitsune! Your stupid socks have holes in them."
Rukawa didn't even look up as he took off his right shoe.
"How old are they? Did your father used to wear them?"
Rukawa took off his left shoe.
"Ever thought about throwing them away? Make the world a happier place?"
Rukawa put his shoes in his locker.
"I bet they smell like rotten eggs. 'Cause your feet smell like rotten eggs, get it? Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Rukawa pushed Sakuragi's face away so he could rummage around in his locker.
"Have you checked for mold? I heard a guy got castrated for foot fungus once."
Rukawa took out his shower kit.
"Or maybe he got amputated. Yeah, amputated."
Rukawa put his shower kit on the bench.
"As much as you suck at basketball, you would suck even more without your feet."
Rukawa sat down on the bench and pulled off his right sock.
"Not that I need you to get amputated for me to beat your ass.
Rukawa pulled off his left sock.
"Speaking of ass, you wanna--"
Rukawa stuffed his socks into Sakuragi's big, ugly mouth.
"MmmfFFfhfhfhgghhhmmgff!!!"
Rukawa grabbed his shower kit.
"Mffggmffuuuff your stupid socks in my mouth, asshole!"
Rukawa said without turning around: "I threw them into the garbage like you told me to."
When Sakuragi punched him, Rukawa realized he did like making the world a happier place.
p.s. holy crap Rukawa is fun to write.
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Date: 2006-10-14 02:35 pm (UTC)= something. I'm not good at math.no subject
Date: 2006-10-15 02:15 pm (UTC)Math? What's that?Glad you liked. :)
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 09:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-05 10:04 am (UTC)Oh I wish I had a title but I don't
"Agh!" screamed Le Ping.
"Agh!" screamed Waya as he scrambled to get off Isumi.
"Oh no," groaned Isumi as he sat up and tried to fix his clothes.
Le Ping ran out into the hallway and shouted, "Yang Hai-saaaan! They were doing it on your bed!"
"Don't tell it to the whole building!" Waya grabbed Le Ping by the back of his shirt and hauled him back into the room.
"Too late," sighed Isumi.
A moment later Yang Hai's head peeked through the doorway. "I heard you from all the way down the hall."
"Yang Hai-san! Yang Hai-san!" Le Ping was bouncing all over the place like a monkey on steroids. "They were doing it on your bed."
"Shut up! We were not doing it on his bed," said Waya.
"Fine, you were doing it on the other bed."
"You have no proof," retorted Waya, crossing his arms in front of him.
"You have no proof you didn't," countered Le Ping, likewise crossing his arms.
"You calling me a liar?"
"Yes!"
"You're the one who's lying!" Waya loomed menacingly over Le Ping.
"Liar liar liar!" Le Ping climbed up on Yang Hai's bed so he could match Waya's height. They stared each other down with identical glares.
"It's so much worse when there are two of them," Isumi said apologetically.
Yang Hai did not look amused. "Look, I don't care what you two get up to on the spare bed, just leave my bed alone. And lock the door for chrissakes."
He almost, but not quite, slammed the door on his way out.
Isumi and Waya looked at each other.
"We're such bad guests," said Isumi.
"It's not our fault this pipsqueak is a peeping tom."
"I can't believe he didn't yell at you!" yelled Le Ping. "And I'm not a peeping tom, I'm Le Ping!"
Waya tried to grab Le Ping by the shirt again but the smaller boy was too fast.
"Isumi-kun!" he cried, latching onto Isumi's leg. "What do you need this fake for? You have me!"
"Um..."
"He doesn't want jailbait," Waya snapped, finally managing to get a hold of Le Ping. "Now get out!"
"Waaah!" wailed Le Ping as he was dragged across the room. "Save me, Isumi-kun!"
"I'm sorry, Le Ping, I'll play with you another time." Isumi looked away as Waya opened the door, shoved Le Ping out, slammed it shut and turned the lock.
"I'll win next time," came Le Ping's muffled voice through the door.
Isumi clapped his hand over Waya's mouth to prevent him from responding. After a few seconds, they heard Le Ping's light footsteps padding away down the hallway Isumi gave an audible sigh of relief and took his hand off Waya's mouth.
Waya immediately put his arms around Isumi's shoulders.
"You're still in the mood after all that?"
"Especially after all that," growled Waya, pushing Isumi onto Yang Hai's bed.
Isumi yelped a little. "Shouldn't we use the other bed?"
"There is no way in hell I'm moving now. And by the way, you are not going to 'play' with that brat next time."
* * * * * * *
"We'll see about that," muttered Le Ping.
Yang Hai pressed his ear a little closer against the door. "Shush."
"I told you they were doing it on your bed. Now pay up!"
"Yeah, okay, you'll get your money. Now shut up so I can listen."
Le Ping looked like he was about to say something unflattering about Yang Hai's mother, but instead he, too, pressed his ear against the door.
-End-
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Date: 2006-11-05 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-06 11:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-18 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-18 01:59 pm (UTC)Could you please translate anything that's in brackets in the text below?
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"Agh!" screamed Le Ping.
"Agh!" screamed Waya as he scrambled to get off Isumi.
"Oh no," groaned Isumi as he sat up and tried to fix his clothes.
Le Ping ran out into the hallway and shouted, <"Yang Hai-saaaan! They were doing it on your bed!">
"Don't tell it to the whole building!" Waya grabbed Le Ping by the back of his shirt and hauled him back into the room.
"Too late," sighed Isumi.
A moment later Yang Hai's head peeked through the doorway. "I heard you from all the way down the hall."
<"Yang-san! Yang-san!"> Le Ping was bouncing all over the place like a monkey on steroids. <"They were doing it on your bed.">
"My bed?" Yang Hai looked at Isumi, who looked pointedly at the ceiling.
"Shut up! We were not doing it on his bed," yelled Waya while trying to grab Le Ping.
<"Fine, you were doing it on the other bed.">
"What did you say?"
"He said you were doing it on the other bed then."
"You have no proof," retorted Waya, crossing his arms in front of him.
<"You have no proof you didn't,"> countered Le Ping, likewise crossing his arms.
"You calling me a liar?"
"Yes!" yelled Le Ping.
"You're the one who's lying!" Waya loomed menacingly over Le Ping.
"Liar liar liar!" Le Ping climbed up on Yang Hai's bed so he could match Waya's height. They stared each other down with identical glares.
"It's so much worse when there are two of them," Isumi said apologetically.
Yang Hai massaged his forehead. "No kidding."
"Look, It's not our fault this pipsqueak is a peeping tom," Waya complained.
"I'm not Peeping Tom, I'm Le Ping!"
Waya tried to grab Le Ping again but the smaller boy was too fast.
<"Isumi-kun!"> he cried, latching onto Isumi's leg. <"What do you need this fake for? You have me!">
"What did he say?" Waya demanded.
"He said, 'What do you need this fake for, you have me."
"He doesn't want jailbait," Waya snapped, finally managing to get a hold of Le Ping. "Now get out!"
"Waaah!" wailed Le Ping as he was dragged across the room. He managed to brace himself against the door frame before Waya could throw him out. <"Isumi-kun! Help! Your stupid boyfriend is assaulting me!">
"Um..." Isumi blushed.
Yang Hai did not look amused. "Look, I don't care what you two get up to on the spare bed, just leave my bed alone. And lock the door for chrissakes."
"I'm sorry, Le Ping, I'll play with you another time." Isumi looked away as Yang Hai dragged Le Ping out of Waya's hands and into the hallway, then almost, but not quite, slammed the door on his way out.
<"I'm in love with you and I'm carrying your baby,"> came Le Ping's muffled voice through the door.
"I'm not translating that!"
Isumi clapped his hand over Waya's mouth to prevent him from responding. After a few seconds, they heard footsteps padding away down the hallway, along with a number of curse words in Mandarin, Japanese, Korean and English. Isumi gave an audible sigh of relief and took his hand off Waya's mouth.
"We're such bad guests," said Isumi.
Waya turned the lock on the door then turned around and immediately put his arms around Isumi's shoulders.
"You're still in the mood after all that?"
"Especially after all that," growled Waya, pushing Isumi onto Yang Hai's bed.
Isumi yelped a little. "Shouldn't we use the other bed?"
"There is no way in hell I'm moving now. And by the way, you are not going to 'play with that brat some other time.'"
* * * * * * *
"We'll see about that," muttered Le Ping.
Yang Hai pressed his ear a little closer against the door. "Shush."
"I told you they were doing it on your bed. Now pay up!"
"Yeah, okay, you'll get your money. Now shut up so I can listen."
Le Ping looked like he was about to say something unflattering about Yang Hai's mother, but instead he, too, pressed his ear against the door.
-End-
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I'm not quite what sure to do with the Japanese honorifics...in the manga scanlations, Le Ping is translated as saying Isumi-kun and Yang Hai-san, I believe (not sure why the Chinese characters are always referred to by their full names...)
Thanks again! You rock like mad. :)
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Date: 2007-02-18 02:17 pm (UTC)(It would make more sense for Le Ping to say "Yang Hai" rather than "Yang".) "Yang! Yang! Ta men gang cai zai ni chuang shang zuo!" (They were doing it on your bed just now!)
"Hao ba hao ba, zai ling wai yi zhang chuang shang zuo." (Okay okay, on top of the other bed.)
"Ni ye mei you ban fa zheng ming ni mei you." (You also don't have a way to prove you didn't.)
(Do you want the Chinese or Japanese pronounciation? If Chinese, the characters 伊角 are pronounced Yi Jiao. The kid can just call him Isumi.) "Isumi! Ni yao zhe ge pian zi gan shen me? Ni you wo a!!" (Isumi! What do you want this cheat for? You have me!)
"Isumi! Ni de ben nan peng you zai da wo!" (Isumi! Your stupid boyfriend is hitting me!)
(^_^;;; Personally, hearing this from a 5-yr-old scares me.) "Wo ai ni, wo yao sheng ni de hai zi!" (I love you, I want to have your child!)
(No problem. ^_^ The world needs more Isumi-fic. I love him to pieces! <3)
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Date: 2007-02-18 02:20 pm (UTC)"Ni ye mei you ban fa zheng ming ni mei you." (You also don't have a way to prove you didn't.)
--> change to: "Ni cai bu neng zheng ming ni mei you!" (You're the one who can't prove you didn't!) Sounded more like what Le Ping would have said. XD
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Date: 2007-02-18 02:23 pm (UTC)Help! --> "Jiu ming!" (save my life!)
Some alternatives:
"Jiu wo!" Save me!
"Jiu wo a!" Save me! (with an added kid-sound ending that doesn't mean anything)
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Date: 2007-02-18 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-19 11:57 am (UTC)1. This is probably a silly question, but how do you write a scream that sounds really Mandarin-ish? (for the first "Agh") For that matter, do you know a really Japanese-sounding scream? Maybe "Gyaaaa!" ("Kyaaaaa" and "iyaaaa" are just kind of girly)
2. In the line "Ni yao zhe ge pian zi gan shen me? Ni you wo a", I was hoping to use a word that meant something like "fake" (or maybe "copy") because Le Ping and Waya look alike. Lame, I know. -_- You translated it as "cheat" though. Is there another word that could be used? Not a big deal, just wondering.
3. I decided to use "Help!" rather than "Jiu ming!" or any of the alternatives you gave me. I figure most readers' eyes will be glazing over at this point and that Le Ping could know that word. :)
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Date: 2007-02-19 02:03 pm (UTC)2. Ah, totally missed the "fake" connotations! T_T Sorry. "Ni yao jia de zuo shen me? Zhen de zai zhe li!" (Why do you want the fake? The real thing is here!)
3. XD Up to you!
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Date: 2007-02-20 01:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for all your help! Um, would you like a short fic in return? Just give me a prompt and a series (anything from my interests is fine). Be warned, it might take me a while to write. >_
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Date: 2007-02-20 01:47 pm (UTC)Oh, may I? <3 I love your HnG. Isumi-fic would be LOVELY, there is not enough of that around. *takes a look at the interests anyway, spies something she likes at the end* BREAD FIC! <3 Yakitate! <3 (Though really, I've also been dying for multifandom fics lately.) Er. I cannot choose, but there, some that pique my interest. ^_^;;;;;
If you would like to do some of my bunnies instead, PLEASE feel free. It doesn't have to be written by me, but no one else is writing the ones I want to read, so ... The titles probably give some of them away, but if any interest you I would be all too happy to hold forth on the subject!
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Date: 2007-02-21 01:30 pm (UTC)Hm, Isumi or bread? Or maybe Isumi AND bread. I'll think about this for a while. Do you have any suggestions (or a one-word prompt or something) to kickstart me?
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Date: 2007-02-21 01:57 pm (UTC)*laughs* When I think of Isumi I think of quiet, China, computer, go, and oh lord Isumi's smile. <3 Does that help?
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Date: 2007-02-22 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-11 12:01 am (UTC)Play, huh? Isumi seems to be a very naughty young man. *grins*
About the title... how about "Peeping Ping"?
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Date: 2007-03-12 11:03 am (UTC)Hm! I like that title! I think I shall steal it. But now I have to go back and rename everything. Argh! I love you and I hate you. *_*
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Date: 2006-09-29 12:28 am (UTC)Hmm, I saw that RK was on your interests list, so something about Soujirou? Prompt: setting sun
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Date: 2006-09-29 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 11:33 pm (UTC)Don't rush, I don't mind waiting. ♥
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Date: 2007-02-05 01:39 pm (UTC)