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grapegarden) wrote2007-11-15 04:06 pm
grapegarden) wrote2007-11-15 04:06 pm
Earthbound :: Web of Thorns (Blood Roses)
I'm so fucking cranky right now. I don't know why. I just am. So what the hell, I'm posting crap I put on my journal. Said I wouldn't post it, but fuck it. Here it is.
This is based on an abstinence challenge I've given myself to improve my study habits for college. Every time I goofed off online or on the computer, I have to write a short drabble based on a fandom couple that squicks me. Since I hide in the corner whimpering at the mention of Pokey/Ness alone, that's what I went with. Just so you know that I don't ship them in any way or form whatsoever (it traumatizes me), and that's why I'm writing them! XD The more severe the procrastination, the more graphic a drabble gets...
Title: Web of Thorns (Blood Roses)
Author: Shamanic Shaymin
Fandom: Earthbound/Mother 2
Genre: Dark
Rating: R. Because I said so.
Warnings: FUCKING DISTURBING!? Violence with heavy hints of noncon.
Ships/Characters: Pokey/Ness. That should say everything RIGHT there.
Finished: Yes
Life is not a bed of roses--but the true deception sits in the garden itself. Were you willing to lie above velvetty weakness and have it torn from your fingers? A jungle of thorny vines sits below, lacerating fragile ebbs of back, arms and fingers, drops like wine over white flesh--if the roses were spindles, may Sleeping Beauty fall into a coma, sucking her fingers like the red, red, red poison of an apple. In other words, to rephrase a cliché to further specify that life was indeed unfair: Life IS a bed of roses.
Pokey clanked in his Spider Mech, proud of the web he'd spun. My my my, he said to the fly. Look who's here...!
In the center of the Devil's Machine's thorny vibes, Ness sunk himself beneath the petals, glaring at his adversary. Pokey nodded like an impressed toad, leering his machine closer to inspect his captured rival. He was happy Pig Face wore short-sleeved--he could see the scrapes over his skin better, and the shredded clothes limping from his needle-flogged form only made him feel more superior--powerful. He shot him the glare of a fly--anger and spitfire pelted over Pokey like sets of compound eyes. This was what appealed to Pokey--Pig Face fights. Flies always do. Right before spinning them in a cocoon of petals, intoxicated by the fragrance and the spider kiss...
The crown of thorns dug further in his head, clamped to silence with teeth over lips--it was clumsy, bloody, and he was still--rank torrid breath made him wince, a fat tongue crowding in his mouth, metallic wine intoxicating the captor--Pokey snorted as he drawn apart, grinning as if he were winning a bribe.
"You liked that, didn't you?"
Pale, terrified and angry, Ness said not a word, panting in and out without making a gesture.
"Liar."
Pokey socked his elbow into Ness's stomach, doubling him over yowling and cringing. The Devil's Machine sucked Ness inside for counseling... it was only a matter of time before Giygas awakened. Then the spider would eat the fly as long he desired.
This is based on an abstinence challenge I've given myself to improve my study habits for college. Every time I goofed off online or on the computer, I have to write a short drabble based on a fandom couple that squicks me. Since I hide in the corner whimpering at the mention of Pokey/Ness alone, that's what I went with. Just so you know that I don't ship them in any way or form whatsoever (it traumatizes me), and that's why I'm writing them! XD The more severe the procrastination, the more graphic a drabble gets...
Title: Web of Thorns (Blood Roses)
Author: Shamanic Shaymin
Fandom: Earthbound/Mother 2
Genre: Dark
Rating: R. Because I said so.
Warnings: FUCKING DISTURBING!? Violence with heavy hints of noncon.
Ships/Characters: Pokey/Ness. That should say everything RIGHT there.
Finished: Yes
Life is not a bed of roses--but the true deception sits in the garden itself. Were you willing to lie above velvetty weakness and have it torn from your fingers? A jungle of thorny vines sits below, lacerating fragile ebbs of back, arms and fingers, drops like wine over white flesh--if the roses were spindles, may Sleeping Beauty fall into a coma, sucking her fingers like the red, red, red poison of an apple. In other words, to rephrase a cliché to further specify that life was indeed unfair: Life IS a bed of roses.
Pokey clanked in his Spider Mech, proud of the web he'd spun. My my my, he said to the fly. Look who's here...!
In the center of the Devil's Machine's thorny vibes, Ness sunk himself beneath the petals, glaring at his adversary. Pokey nodded like an impressed toad, leering his machine closer to inspect his captured rival. He was happy Pig Face wore short-sleeved--he could see the scrapes over his skin better, and the shredded clothes limping from his needle-flogged form only made him feel more superior--powerful. He shot him the glare of a fly--anger and spitfire pelted over Pokey like sets of compound eyes. This was what appealed to Pokey--Pig Face fights. Flies always do. Right before spinning them in a cocoon of petals, intoxicated by the fragrance and the spider kiss...
The crown of thorns dug further in his head, clamped to silence with teeth over lips--it was clumsy, bloody, and he was still--rank torrid breath made him wince, a fat tongue crowding in his mouth, metallic wine intoxicating the captor--Pokey snorted as he drawn apart, grinning as if he were winning a bribe.
"You liked that, didn't you?"
Pale, terrified and angry, Ness said not a word, panting in and out without making a gesture.
"Liar."
Pokey socked his elbow into Ness's stomach, doubling him over yowling and cringing. The Devil's Machine sucked Ness inside for counseling... it was only a matter of time before Giygas awakened. Then the spider would eat the fly as long he desired.