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children of dune - leto 1
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*mulls* We need a drama queen amnesty day.

Let's try that capitalized. Drama Queen Amnesty Day.

Yes, that looks better.

Now what would that entail is the question. Though I'm all for mandatory caplocked posts and screeching about the existential unfairness of it all.

Things

Everyone is doing challenges. There are remixes due soon. I'm guessing that this means I should work on mine. I've done the 'narrowed it down' and then the 'oh god, this isn't happening to me' right into 'i'm going to put out a contract on Victoria, because I do *not* believe she didn't get some seriously evil glee out of this one'. Or I could be imagining that. Though I don't think I am.

And is it my imagination, or in the last six months, have there been like, a rash of people changing LJ names? Not that I'm against this or anything, because variety is the spice of life and all, but I'm doing the connect the person to the LJ to the AIM name to the YM name to the writing-pseudonym-in-this-fandom name to the webpage name game again. This is why I rarely ask for Real Names from people. Frankly, I'm not sure I'd be able to keep up.

I'm beyond words tempted to write B/J Vampire AU fic. It's like, this obsession of not-wanting-to-write mixed in with really, over the top dramatic bloody scenes that are pretty much Guess Jenn's Number One Kink here. I honestly think it's the influence of Te's Cliche Challenge, reminding me of all the cliches I've never gotten around to playing with.

I just have this vivid image of Justin and Michael holed up in the comic shop, waiting for dawn, all the windows and doors boarded up.

Like this.



You're never going see dawn.

Brian said that, four hours ago when you were pressed up against the remains of Babylon, half-broken, crumbling wall gouging your back with Brian's hand in your pants. Cold, so cold, you remember that, shivering at the touch like frozen metal in deep winter, burning across your skin like he'll leave fingerprints pressed into every inch he touches. You hate how you whimpered and twisted, hips pushing into his hand, eyes straight ahead and staring into hazel lightened almost to amber, you could drown there and never want to stop.

You could, you could see yourself, you *can* see yourself, toes brushing slick alley concrete and a rotting corpse that didn't seem anything near as real as Brian, who was always more vivid than anything alive could be, even more now.

"You want?" he said in your ear, and you can feel that pressure just beneath, that weird touch that's like pinpricks, reminds you of shooting up in Babylon's backroom at seventeen and stupid as shit, blissing out on the toilet and Brian finding you, though he'll never say he was looking, pulling you out and calling you a stupid cunt and throwing you on the floor. Taking you home to ride your high out, to ride him, and you think it'll feel like that, when he does it, when he pushes in, when he draws more than a thin line on your skin and then pulls away, licking the taste of your blood from his lips, vivid against his teeth, Christ, Brian--

Fucking tease, playing with you like a mouse, and you hated him for that. Arched against cold stone and begging for it with your whole body, crawl like a filthy little bitch to lick his boots, take me, take me, please, anything you want, everything you want, just don't let me go....

You were crazy. You still are. You have been, for longer than you ever guessed. You can taste him in your mouth, cold skin and the taste of dirt, metal-sharp blood, someone else he had tonight, someone that wasn't you.

"Justin?" Michael whispers, and you shudder at warm breath against the scratch on your neck and think that you hate him a little. You hate him because Brian was touching you like you always wanted, wanting you as much as you wanted him--he looked for you in this godforsaken city, hunted you down a hundred streets, drew you out, had you *right there* and then Michael, Christ, you fucking *ass*, standing there with a cross and that look of hurt surety, little martyr, oh look how fucking brave you are, fuck you, Michael....

And Brian was gone with a lick to your mouth and you were slumping on the dead body of a faceless man, pants loose at your hips, cock hard and aching, tasting him. You don't think you'll ever stop.

It's sweet.

"I'm fine."

You boarded up the windows when you got here, crept into the airless storeroom and blocked up the door. It's three hours until dawn and Michael's been this restless, faceless presence, meaningless, like the stale, fear-thick air, like the nameless, faceless people huddled around you that Michael brought, bodies warm against you, and you want to get *away*.

You sweat through your shivering and touch the scratch on your neck, and God, you'd do anything to feel cold again.

*****

*cocks head* Stupid? Not?


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So very very not stupid!

Hmm. I'm wondering how long I could keep up a second person pov. Or if it would work.

This is so sad. I *finally* get an idea and it's this one! *g*

But pretty boys all bleeding in dirty alleys...

Oh yeah. It's good for me.

since you can't edit comments - grrr - am off to troll for vamppyre!brian icons - vampyre!justin would be good too..

stupid Michael, always knowing what's best for everyone, and ruining the fun!

this is great - creepy and intense, but you get the underlying longing that B/J is (to me at least)

*sniffle* Stupdi Michael. Stop it! He doens't want to be saved! Who *would* want to be saved?

*pets Justin* There there. I'ts okay.

Works for me, man.

(I of course just typed 'works for men'. *eyes fingers*)

You know this can only go badly, right?

*eyes boys*

But pretty. Very, very pretty.

... okay, shoot me, because I love and the dark and the fuckedupsexy and yesyesyes, but I kept picturing Brian and Mikey doing Jason Patric and Corey Haim in "The Lost Boys."

"You're a bloodsucking creature of the night, Brian!"

*slinks away in shame*

*shoots you*

Man, that is going to *haunt me*.

Though really, comic relief never hurt anyone.

*g* Glad you like!

Oooh. Yummy! I like! I'm not entirely sure what happened, but that's okay (I'm not sure Justin's real clear on it either). I like the idea of the remains of Babylon, and Brain the vamp. Very cool.

B/J Vampire AU fic
When I first read this, I thought of vampire blowjobs *eg*. Well. Maybe we'll see some of that too. *g*

-Silverkyst

When I first read this, I thought of vampire blowjobs *eg*. Well. Maybe we'll see some of that too. *g*

Mmm.

Vampire blowjobs. I wonder how guys feel about Very Sharp Teeth down *there*?

*mulls*

Not stupid at all. I am intrigued.

Oooh. Oooh. Gave me chills. I think reading a full-on fic like that would probably break me. Yikes.

This would, of course, be a good thing.

(uses most appropriate icon)

*grins* I love your icon.

And thanks! *hugs* I'm glad you like!

Damn, girl. Way to take a ridiculous cliche and just make it *work*.

Ummm...

Yeah, it's hot too. And good on many descriptive levels, but right now, I'm just staring and going... "Damn."

I'm not sure how you made it work so well, but it does.

*blinks* Wow, chica, thanks!

Damn, girl. Way to take a ridiculous cliche and just make it *work*.

Hee! Did you read Te's list of Cliches? I was just staring at it, thinking, "I want to do *that* one and *that* one adn maybe *that* one."

Espeically The Aliens Made Us Do It. A classic. And canon in many, many fandoms.

*g*

*hugs*

Drama Queen Amnesty Day.

I just have to say that I approve of this wholeheartedly *nod*nod*

*grins* There should be crowns.

We're sharing a brain again. I remember when I first got into QaF and we had a whole discussion about how redundant vampire!Brian is, and yet since Thursday I've been mulling the idea once more. And here you are, writing it just exactly the way I thought it would have to be written to work.

I will bribe you with incubus to keep it up. I have to write my Remix first, and figure out what I'm doing with incubus, but I will write it.

See the weirdness that comes up when I have a day off?

I'm shocked at myself. Shocked. Yet it is fun. And this makes me happy.

I will bribe you with incubus to keep it up. I have to write my Remix first, and figure out what I'm doing with incubus, but I will write it.

I consider this a contract, sweetie. Just sayin'.

Very hot! Silly Michael.

*nod* Very silly Michael.

Thanks!

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*nodnodnod* Yes. And yes. And oh the wrong-yes of it all.

*happy place*

Everyone else commented on your fic, so I feel you won't be neglected by my not having read it because you're writing about characters from a show I've never seen. That being said, Drama Queen Amnesty Day would be fun. And yeah, I've had three people on my friends list pull a rename. (Which Marmanel records as a defriending by the old name and a refriending by the new, so on a couple I wondered what the hell happened to the person until I discovered that I had the new name already friended myself and figured it out.)

It always takes me a couple of days to adjust when someone does a name change.

Which Marmanel records as a defriending by the old name and a refriending by the new, so on a couple I wondered what the hell happened to the person until I discovered that I had the new name already friended myself and figured it out.

Yep. That's how I usually find out, days later, when I see this name pop up on my friendslist and I think--did I friend them? When? Then the ahh, okay, portion of the show occurs.

LJ--always an adventure.

Whew! Stupid? Not bloody likely. Who would make a better vampire than Brian? He so needs to find Justin again. So very hot! More, please.

Who would make a better vampire than Brian?

See, that's what I said! He's already a predator. He's all over the bodily fluid thing. He's a huge fan of eternal youth and all. And God knows, I can't prove he actually sleeps at night. So you know. He's halfway there already.

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