Got this meme from spacemaori, and because I'm masochistic, wil

[yinepus_brat]

Yes, I am of the nervous here. But, in an effort to get back into writing, that thing which I love that also drives me to cower behind dictionaries and duck into doorways to hide from the random drive-by thesaurus.

(and as Dele wrote) SO. Lyrics meme, my friends. Give me some lyrics (JUST A COUPLE LINES) and I will write for you something about one of your characters and one of mine. (which for me, is horrible because it's been so long since I've rp'ed that I don't recall all of the muses out there that I've written with, much less which of my muses wrote with them! And if you could give me a hint who you all play again it would be AWESOME, but shhh)

And ALTERNATIVELY for ... people who don't RP with me, pick some lyrics, and I shall find a muse to respond with a few paragraphs...or something. Trust me, I have a few.

PS, some of this might end up being NSFW, because you know, I've done that sort of thing before. Just saying.
PPS, if you RP'ers know of any others who would like to join in the insanity, spread the word if you want.
PPPS, I do have to do things like, you know, eat, and shower, and work tonight. So some of this may be delayed.

Comments

[saltroseortopaz.livejournal.com]

somehow everything i own smells of you and for the tiniest moment it's all not true

[waitsheswhat.livejournal.com]

She had her mother's hair, that particular shade of reddish gold. Even looked like her while the babe was asleep, that type of innocence, that youth. That love. With gentle fingers the man reached out and tousled a single curling lock of flaming gold, caressed the silken-soft cheeks that only a babe could have.

Abruptly he turned away from the crib, stared around at the walls, the curtains. Not the the pictures, no not them. And most definitely not the bed, their bed. Even so, she was everywhere. The little homey touches, the lace edging of the curtains,the lingering of her perfume, the gentle warmth of the blanket that covered their child. She was everywhere, in the room, in their home, in his thoughts. But not in his life, no never again could she be that. And it was all to keep him safe, keep their child safe. Keep their world safe.

Logically he knew, he understood. How could he not, knowing as he did what it was like to sacrifice for loved ones, to put himself on the line. But emotionally? That was a far different thing.

Julian leaned over the crib again, a calloused hand reaching out to pet the back of the sleeping babe. Veda was gone, but he still had her, still had part of her, of them. He still had Leanna. This part he would love, and cherish, and sacrifice all to protect. Just as her mother sacrificed so much to protect them.

[anriko.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know this was asking for trouble. >:D

Yazoo: The Union Underground - Revolution Man

"Listen while I load my gun," he said to me
Something about a chosen one; it's coming back to me
"Watch him while I taste the sun," he said to me
Something about a chosen one you'll never be...

Loz: Disturbed - Violence Fetish

I don't understand why you don't like me.
Why don't you like me? Am I so different from you?
Now does it scare you that I'm able to discern
What to love and what to burn?

User: Taylor Dayne - Original Sin

I've been looking for an original sin, one with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones 'till they've all been done in
Now I'm just looking, and I'm gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin

~~~~~

Any, all, someone else - well, let me know. :D

(for Loz) Friendly Sparring?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Gritty, definitely gritty. Leela spit the dirt out of her mouth as she raised her head from off the ground. It left an aftertaste - mud, and - what do ya know, blood. Her tongue rolled around in her mouth, searching for, and finally finding the cut on the inside of her lip. Fucking hell, she was bleeding again.

One eyelid was swollen, nearly shut. The side of her face feeling like it was on fire, still she just couldn't lie there, couldn't admit defeat, not to herself, and sure as hell not to him. Now, where the hell was that smug, psychotic, Jenovite bastard?

She spotted him then, leaning up against the huge, partially buried boulder. Standing near his brother, as if that was news. With a grunt, Leela pulled herself up to her knees, hating the huge man with the arrogant face and the superior attitude, hated the fact that this was 'just a friendly sparring match'. Gods what she would give for a blaster, at this moment, not caring if it was cheating or not, just to get that look off his face. She hated his attitude, his megalomaniac attitude, his superhuman strength and speed. And most of all she hated the fact that part of her, a small part, was attracted to him for just that reason.

"What are you waiting for?" She called out as Leela rose to her feet, dragging the sword up with her. "I thought we said we'd go for five rounds, we're only on number three."

(for Yazoo)

[leela1.livejournal.com]

He held in in his hands, not staring at it, barely looking down as he spoke to the group at large. Still his fingers played over the metal, sliding across the twin blades of Kadaj's souba with a touch as light as a feather.

They were all in this together, a group of rag-tag warriors and rebels. Both friend and foe of the Jenovite brothers had come out of the shadows for this, this last stand.

And in the back of the crowd, another foe of the Jenovite brats stood, leaning against the wall as she watched Yazoo speak, and watched him move. She didn't belong here, she wasn't a friend. In fact, she'd fought against him before. She wasn't even from this planet, yet here she was, a small bundle of muscle and nerves with big eyes and bigger mouth.

But her mouth was closed now, her eyes dark with barely-surpressed rage as she continued staring at the silver-haired speaker. Or rather staring at the double-bladed katana in Yazoo's hands. That was why she was here, that reason and no other. It was vengeance that had brought her from so far away, vengeance against the one who'd killed the blade's true owner. Kadaj was psychotic, he was cracked, insane even. He was ruthless and dangerous and all those things they'd said, all those things they'd whispered. And all those things they dared not say.

But he was her 'Great Lion', and she'd made a promise to his spirit when she found he'd been murdered. And the one who killed him, that mutated meat of Jenovite mother?

That bitch was going to pay.

(long long ago)

[2ndsister.livejournal.com]

What Is Sin Through The Eyes Of A Child?

Eirelynn wiped the trickle of blood away, even as another rivulet was trailing down from her nose to her upper lip. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't! Sure her mom had told her to be good this morning as she dropped Eire off at school, when she told her that Auntie User would be picking her up. And she'd tried hard to do just that, even when she'd found that her cousins Jessie and James weren't even going to be IN school today. And besides, she was only defending her cousins, her friends. And her mom, and her aunt, and her family. Oh yea, and herself. And she just finished it, she didn't even start it. So why was everyone angry at her?

THEY were the one who'd started calling her names. They were the ones who'd surrounded her in the corner and said those horrible things while they pulled her hair and pinched her, knocked her down. They were the ones that yelled that her older cousins were aliens because her Aunt User had secks with an alien and that's why the twins were so wierd. But they weren't wierd, they were just different, just like everyone in her family was different!

And if Jessie and James had been there today, they never would have said that, those kids. Those
'BULLIES'. They were too scared of the silver-haired siblings to say anything to them. Her cousins with their green, unblinking cat's type eyes and their almost grown up way of thinking, of talking. Their way of finishing each other's sentences all the time, and of always knowing when she was angry, or hurt, or lonely and trying to hide it. They were the best cousins, and Aunt User was the best aunt in the world! And so what if Aunt User didn't have a husband. Neither did Mom! And Grammy Nara had a couple of them. But even if she didn't have a dad, Eirelynn still had an Uncle Jason, and an Uncle Gabe, and Mom's friends and User's brothers Uncle Reno and Uncle Rude and all. What could a dad do that her relatives couldn't? With a trembling lower lip, Erie decided that her uncles were cooler than any old dad could ever be.

Her pants were all dirty, and the sleeve of her new shirt was torn and Eire sniffed back her tears again, trying hard not to let anyone see her cry. Aunt User would be so upset when she found out that Eire had ruined her new shirt, Aunt User's present to her on her last birthday! Adult voices made her look up, and then duck her head back down again. It was Aunt User, talking to the Principal Lady. Eire tried hard not to listen in, mom always said that wasn't polite. But some words she just couldn't help but overhear. The words hospital, and excessive force, and the words sixth grader.

They must be talking about that horrible Billy Marshall, Eirelynn decided. She'd hit him extra hard, just the way Uncle Reno had taught her. Aunt User replied to the Principal Lady, something about her being eight years old, and then said the words self defense. And at that the Principal Lady shut right up.

Then there were arms reaching down for her, and Eire was reaching up,her eyes searching her aunt's face for some hint at what was going on behind those green glowing cat's eyes of her. "I'm sorry" Eirelynn whispered, burying her face in the older womans flaming red hair. Her arms tightened convulsively around User's neck as her aunt's arms came around to hold her close.

"It's ok, little one. Hush, Eire, it's ok baby." User's hands rubbed the child's back as she carried her out of the playground, towards the car where her two cousins sat waiting, watching. "You done good, Eire. Your family will be proud."

[malice-demonic.livejournal.com]

Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave and took an AK47 out from under his hat and blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat, but he ran out of bullets and he ran away because Optimus Prime came to save the day.

Bwahahahahaha :-D

Just Another Ultimate Showdown

[bassist-rex.livejournal.com]

"Pip, Pip shut that shit off! Can't you see I'm trying to get this riff down and you're being an asswipe." A basball hat went flying, and it's owner followed, tangling his controller wire up in the others as his chair fell to the side with a thump.

"Come on Rex" the now chairless drummer cried, stuffing his hat back on his head from where his brother had thrown it. "It's a great song! This is the ultimate showdown of.." Pip's words subsided to a hum, and then to silence as he found himself staring into the barrel of a black Uzi, held up to his head.

"What are you going to do with that?" He asked, conversationally. "It's just hot pepper sauce, remember?"

"Yea, came his older, and more world-wise brother." And if I can't shoot you with it, at least I can spray it into your shorts while you're sleeping. Give the monster down there a hot chili bath, you know?"

Rex picked up his bass again, a satisfied smirk on his face at the sound of his younger brother's horrified look and the wail of complaint as Pip took one step, then two back. "Rex, you wouldn't!"

"Just try me, little bro. Just try me."

[fannyfae]

I know that I posted these to writers_muses so I am giving one of your muses a shove in that direction. ;)

Yet Another Movie by Pink Floyd

One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?
A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

[all-forme.livejournal.com]

There was no light on in her room. No one came to light the candles, no servants to light the fire in the huge fireplace. The man, just another shadow among shadows pulled his cloak down lower, hiding more of his face. It was out of habit, more than anything else, this shade who walked mainly at night. His horse was a ways off, tethered to the low hanging branch of a tree, where it couldn't be found. And then Rochefort had walked the rest of the way alone.

Finally, late into the light came the faint glow of a single candle from the room he'd been staring at for hours. A bit of light dispelling the darkness, a faint firefly beam that showed she was there. The man in black slipped closer to the cold gray stones, drawn like a death's head moth to her warmth.

And that's when he heard it, carried on the winds. The soul-shaking sound of a woman alone, sobbing in the night. Crying as if her heart was breaking, and perhaps in this case it was. Too soon, he thought, shaking his head and backing away. It was too soon. With a whirl of his cloak, he returned to the cover of the trees and melted back into the night.

Perhaps next month, mayhap even the month after that Rochefort would again attempt a rekindling of their friendship, his and hers. But for now? For now he'd leave her in peace. As much peace as she could have, this woman he loved. This woman who's fiance had been murdered in cold blood, by the man who waited outside of her window. This woman who he had caused to cry alone.

[sheldonsandscia.livejournal.com]

Nowhere & Everywhere by Michele Lewis

We belong...in gutters and glittering lobbies
We belong...to a street lamp flickering out
We belong...to absolutely nothing

[lick-of-flame.livejournal.com]

"That's the difference between gangster and psycho" Top thought to himself, smoothing over the lapels of his Armani blazer, staring at himself in the bedroom mirror. "The bottom feeder run-of-the-mill psychotics? They never fucking knew how to dress properly, how to dress with style."

He continued his thoughts to himself as he smoothed over non-existant wrinkles and washed his hands in the bathroom sink, trading one mirror for another as the big man completed his wardrobe. "They were stupid, impulsive, they wore the wrong colored tie with the wrong suit jacket and they wore white socks with black loafers. Businessmen, true businessmen - were the elite among predators. They knew how to act, how to speak. And they knew how to dress."

"After all," Top concluded as he buffed off the tops of his Italian leather shoes with a cloth, looking at himself in the shine on the buffed leather '"blood always stows up on white. But rarely if ever does it give you away when you're wearing black." Finally satisfied, he stood up, and turned, facing his silent and attentive audience.

"Marco, and you - what the fuck is your name again? Yea you. You two finish this up for me. I've got a show to catch." And whistling a tune, Top backed away from the puddles and spatters of blood, walking out of the rental apartment and into the night. Soon the bodies would be disposed of, the floors bleached and finally the building burned to the ground. And a new Mall would arise over the ashes.

But hey, that's business. And Top was really was a businessman at heart.

*Eg*

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

'It's pretty cold for late September
The autumn wind is creeping in
The summer sun packed up; it's long gone
There's a whole lotta leavin' going on'

Re: *Eg*

[lick-of-flame.livejournal.com]

He'd had her, then he lost her, got her back and then drove her away. He'd saved her, and in the next moment she was gone. Top paused in his walk to the car and looked over at the child's playground across the street. Amidst the laughter, the children shrieking in glee, was a family, one who looked more than vaguely familiar.

The wife, ethereal, glowing, with pale skin and striking black hair. Although in this light it nearly took on a sheen of green as well. The husband, slender and strong, with tanned arms swinging a child in the air, his face for once looking free of worry or caution.

Top stared, then glared before he pulled his eyes away. It wasn't fair that - or was it? With a shake of his head, the crime lord walked away, his footsteps heavy even to himself. A wind-swept leaf fell across his path, brown now, it's golden glow faded. Stepping over it, Top walked away, out of the neighborhood, promising himself that he would forget this street, forget this block of buildings and trees. Forget this park, with it's manicured lawn and the bright colored swing set. His gift to Bliss for helping save his wife's life. If nothing else, he could, in some small way, help keep another family together. Even if his was torn apart.

[shadowtricker.livejournal.com]

I recall posting this some time ago, and the results were lovely. Since you missed it that time around, I'm willing to do the same for you.

Don't bend, don't break, show me how to live and don't forsake.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"Named him Julian." She stared into the fireplace now, deliberately avoiding looking at her companion. Her words were low, almost lower than the sound of the fire cackling as it consumed the wood to ash. Low enough so that Thorn could hear her but 'he' couldn't. And they both knew who 'he' was.

'He' was currently sleeping on the rug in front of the fire, his pet snake curled up over an arm and across his small chest. His book was still in his hand, and a blanket was carefully, lovingly tucked around his waist. Leela stared at him now, all of eight years old, so wise and yet so innocent. So young and at the same time so much older than his years.

"Was going to tell you both, just wanted to wait a little longer, just to make sure and - and then it was too late. It happened so sudden and, he was just gone." Not dead, she coudn't bring herself to say it, not even now. But at least she could talk about it, that was an improvement. And she could talk without tearing up, without breaking down in tears at the mention of the babe's name. Healing, isn't that what they called it?

But now it was time for truth, and the truth hurt. And as it hurt her, she knew it was hurting the man in front of her. Not the truth, but the fact she'd kept silent for so very long.

Her companion was covered head to toe in loose fitting clothing, wraps around his arms and gloves on his hands. Ever patient, he sat in the chair next to hers, sat and stared silently at her. Listening to her words without even hint of what was going in his mind. Words she should have told him a long, long time ago.

"I'm sorry Thorn. We're a family, I know. You, me, and Tom. The three of us, here. I wish, well, god I was so wrong not to tell you sooner, not to tell you a long time ago. I didn't mean to let it get out of hand, I-". Her voice fell away once more.

"I just did, and I was wrong. I'm so very sorry. Forgive me?"

[shadowtricker.livejournal.com]

That's lovely! Thank you. You're welcome to give me song lyrics back and I'll make an attempt.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And... found some for lyrics for you.

Your soul is burning bright, high hopes of future in sight
Beyond the horizon lays a world that's so black
They'll try to shape your mind and make you walk the line
Don't let them steal your dreams, its all that you've got

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes

[leela1.livejournal.com]

The wind swirled around, dust and dirt blowing up over her boots as Leela looked at the great gray stone walls, the faded shreds of banners that once flew high and proud. This was their battleground, this was their playground. This was where the Fangirl Uprising had made it's last stand.

The sun was bright, and the sky blue. And the walls were like a canvas, old and unused, wasting away. Slowly Leela pulled the spray can out of her shoulder bag, shaking it in her hand. Removing the top, Leela dropped the cap to the ground, ignoring the quiet rumble from behind her. Carefully she stretched up and began to paint a line down, a line that just happened to be the same color as her grape and berry dyed hair.

Another line, top to bottom, and then some left to right, and Leela was done. Stepping back, she stared at her masterpiece, her first of many on this day. With a grin of mischief, like so long ago, she quickly reached out and drew an 'X' in the top right corner of her painting.

"There now" Leela stated, turning to hand the spraypaint can to her companion, holding it out to the reaching, scaled claw-like hand behind her. "Your turn!" And as she bent to pick up the paint cap to put it away, she giggled.

"No, you got X's last time, Zhilbar. It's my turn now."

[ursa-mater.livejournal.com]

(Got this from my friend Lil Angel off AIM so put it here for her)

I would give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
Your the closest thing to heaven and I don't want to go home right now

- Iris, by The Goo Goo Dolls.

[sinful-minx.livejournal.com]

Damn him for looking like an angel as he slept. She just couldn't get the difference out of her head, the difference between his actions and his looks. Especially when he looked like this, dead to the world on the bed, his once-spiked short hair now matted against the pillow. His eyes closed, those lashes curling on his cheek, long as any girls. And that smile, less of a smirk now, more a true smile. Never innocent, but not nearly so wicked as when he was awake.

Pepper reached out to touch him then stopped half way, pulling her hand back to tuck into her blazer pocket. It wouldn't do to wake him up now. She had business meetings to attend, and errands to run, and if she woke him up now they'd be up for hours, but she'd never make it out of the bedroom. Or out of bed.

On stocking feet she tip-toed away, pausing at the door to take one last look at her lover as the steel colored cover lowered to seal in the huge bed-like sarcophagus. He was dead to the world alright, but more than that, he was dead period. At least while the sun was shining.

And tonight when the sun set, Deacon would awaken once more and her lover would come to her. But that was then and this was now. What she wouldn't give to hold him, just for a little longer, even the way he was. Or to awaken him and press him close to her body, hugging him tight as they laughed and loved in spite of the deadly sun that rose so high above their hidden playground.

But she wasn't just his lover, she was also his most trusted minion. And she had a job to do, one that would help keep him safe, help keep them both safe forever. So she had to leave now, while she could. While she still had the will power.

"Pleasant dreams Deacon Frost" She whispered to the bedroom. And if, in his casket he could hear her? Most likely Deacon smiled.

[filthyjinx.livejournal.com]

If I'm not to late.

For Lobo: Well, he came home from the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of Ballantine's each day

For Jelani: Longing for the meaning of life
while breathing day in and day out
realize how slight it is
keep an eye on the universe at night

What would you give to live your life again?
What would you change with a second chance?
And could you learn from the mistakes? I don't know...

Family Reunion in Where?

[2ndsister.livejournal.com]

(for Lobo)

"He's destroyed three places already! And he's just sitting there now, drinking, doing nothing but growling at all the dancers and scaring away the customers. We can't have this here!" But who was going to stop him? On her way back to the bar, Eire peeked through the faded, velvet curtains, trying to see what all the whispering was about. "But we can't call police, we have illegal dancers in here." Young and hot, and underage. Eire heard that and promised herself that she'd be out the next day to find a job someplace else. Anything would be better than working the bar at THIS particlular strip joint.

At first she couldn't see anything in the darkened front room, the lights were throwing crazy shadows around at empty tables and chairs. Even the main stage was empty, the dancer having come running throughthe curtains moments before with her clothes in her hands, sobbing.

At last she saw movement in the dark, black on black, with a slash of white where the face was. Piece by piece Eire picked out the stranger's features, and once she'd seen the whole man, she gasped in shock. Oh hell, not him, not here! Still, there had to be a way to save her job, and make a bit of cash on the side, and not get into trouble herself. "He must hate women" she overheard.

"No, no I'll bet you that with the right touch, he's a great customer. In fact, I bet he gives a hell of a tip to the right woman." Eire paused, thinking. "But on the other hand, it's gonna take a hell of a lot of money for me to put myself on the line, don't know if I'd do it. No insurance, you know." She kept her face calm, biting on her inner lip in anticipation as her manager and the dancers took the bait.

In minutes she was out of her jeans and shirt, into a silver string bikini. And up onto the stage Eirelynn went, carrying a bottle of whiskey with her as the sound of harley engines began to roar out of the club loudspeakers.

The rough, grizzled face looked up as she drew closer, the massive chain-clad arm waving her away as the cigar-roughened voice growled at her. Eire simply kept that come-hither smile on her face, as she leaned close to pour him another drink 'on the house.' Close enough so that he could see the freckles on her chest, close enough to smell - nearly taste her. And close enough so that he could get a good look at the necklace she had on, a very unique amethyst on a velvet cord, a woman's face carved into it's dark facets.

The stranger's pale face jerked up, his eyes seeming to glow red in the dim club lights. Blowing him a kiss, Eirlynn bent closer to the leather and stud clad biker, whispering to him words that couldn't be heard over the roar of the engines still playing over the air.

Abruptly he reached forward, pulling her down into his lap for a long, relatively harmless fondle and a kiss, then practically dumped her on her ass as he stood up and started handing over bills. One, two, three hundred dollars and more. With a wink and a slap on the now-standing bartender's rear end, the huge, bad-assed biker walked out of the club leaving it still standing. A miracle in itself.

Minutes later, Eirelynn was getting dressed again, even as she was restocking the bar for the customers who were sure to show up. "What did you say to him" she'd been asked over and over. "Just told him about the nudie bar across town and their half price drinks" she shrugged.

Walking out the door, an hour later Eire took a shortcut, crossing the street and down the sidewalk, then up to the top floor of the parking garage. As she suspected, there was a huge, mutated space hog waiting up there with engines revving harder than any human bike could think of..

"There you are" growled the man who lay slouched over the engine, beer bottle in his hand. "About fraggin' time you got here. Been waiting all night." Eire just grinned, slid behind him onto the back of the bike.

Re: Family Reunion in Where?

[2ndsister.livejournal.com]

"You were waiting for a total of one hour, Bo." Her grin widened, looking eerily like someone else's smile, someone they both knew. "Remember 'Bo, you be nice and don't tell her I helped you or where I've been working, and I'll show you where mom ran off to in the nexus and hid herself this time. Musta' been a hell of a fight you two got into this morning. There
were plates and shattered glass EVERYWHERE".

Eirlynn
Fandom: OC
Words: 813

(For Jelani)

[1badmama.livejournal.com]

Decisions

The babe had dark hair, no more than dark. Black hair, and white skin. Except where it was black that was. The markings had been present at birth, face markings proving to one and all who she was, who's she was. And if that didn't do it, those bright red eyes, seeing everything, missing nothing proved it beyond all doubt.

But thee she was, and there she played in the grass, while two stood near who watched as she pulled up blades of grass. They watched as her eyes caught sight of a butterfly and the little one tracked it over the tops of flowers and off into the distance. And they listened as she laughed, delighted and went back to her playing, happily in her little piece of the world.

"What if she wants to be like me?" One voice asked, light and soft, filled with love and concern. "Are you going to let her be who she wants to be, can you live with that in your child?"

"Tha question is, sweetcheeks." Came a lower voice, rough, dark in its tone and darker in it's attitude. "What if the brat want's to be like me? What'cha gonna do then? You gonna let 'er be who she wants to be, Leel's?"

There was a pause, and the scent of exhaled cigar smoke drifted over the lawn, causing the child to raise her head, shake it suddenly a few times and sneeze before going back to her play. "You love 'er, but can you love 'er enough to let her go and be who she want's to be?"

There was silence for a while, as much silence as there could be with the wind blowing, the birds calling, and the bright laughter of a babe on a summer day. Then finally came the answer, quiet and subdued.

"Yes."

Leela,
Fandom: Lobo, DC Comics OC
Words: 326