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“The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.”
Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.
See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on
nekocutecatchan (or in other words, sneakily dedicating it to her) and posting it here.
...I'll take the meme later.
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
Existence.
A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.
“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”
“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”
Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”
A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”
“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”
Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.
Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.
…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.
Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.
This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.
Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”
Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”
Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”
A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”
A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”
A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”
A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”
A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”
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The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.
See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on
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...I'll take the meme later.
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.
“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”
“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”
Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”
A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”
“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”
Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.
Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.
…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.
Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.
This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.
Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”
Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”
Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”
A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”
A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”
A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”
A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”
A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”
The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.
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LMFAO NOT a clue... but he could try... Hmm... promise to somehow go figure out how to keep himself from getting pregnant at the hospital and then.... find ... um... give him sacrifices? I donno x.x
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LOL! What type of sacrifices?! Marik is going to be more focused on that fact that he's actually capable of fathering babies in males and that Bakura isn't letting him just kill it.
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Um. People that he can do whatever he wants -- see that's the problem with Marik *grumbles* He can do everything himself so B-- never mind >>. Anywho. Um. Yeah xDD Well c'mon, Bakura's freakin the one carrying it, I'm sure he'd be thinking about that - but also concentrating on keeping Marik from killing it ;P And then asking Marik why he wants to o.O And saying... um... would he wanna kill Malik
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Marik does too need Bakura. Who else could be his whore? And Marik would explain quite calmly that he does not want to be a father or to have a child of his running around alive, and that Marik can kill the baby without dying himself whereas killing Malik would kill him.
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not a whore :P *poutsulks* Um. Then perhaps asking if killing Malik would not also kill Marik, would he then kill his other o.O *shrugs* either way, the situation would be screwed.
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XD. Marik's whore. And Marik would just glare at Bakura and tell him that Malik is not his child. Malik is not the result of meaningless sex and Malik is not his responsibility. Then he'd wait to see Bakura's reaction to it being called 'meaningless sex'.
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LoL meaningless sex... jeez. *nods* yeah... um. not sure o.O If he truly cared for Marik during something like this, probably go off - letting his temper show as he kinda has a habit of doing in the series - say something about it and then possibly just leave and not wait for a response that would possibly show him that he just said something that would be 'unlike-him' --- aka, if to him it wasn't 'meaningless sex'. *coughnotawhore* And... um... Still ask him that Marik had to answer the question even if Malik's not his child.
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Well, if he's bearing Marik's child, one would hope that it's not meaningless sex. I mean, if it was, then why would Bakura have a problem getting rid of it? And yeah, if Bakura yelled at him about it, Marik would probably just be all 'O_O I think that pregnancy is making you hormonal' or something before smirking that at least he's not the one making a fool out of himself.
As for the question, Marik would say the question doesn't matter because the situation isn't the same.
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*nods* Yeah xDD That's what I was thinking, that Bakura would be all hormonal -- and probably would blame being pregnant and possibly sulk about it o.O Maybe >.> Or go off on him not being that way. Possibly Bakura telling Marik that he isn't making a fool of himself... simply that he see's no reason why Marik would call it 'meaningless sex' and then why he would want to get rid of their child -- and possibly look like he wished he hadn't mentioned the sex part... x.X *shakes head*
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XD, if Bakura sulks about being pregnant, Marik is just going to suggest getting rid of the child and solving two problems at once - the child existing at all, and Bakura being pregnant. As for the other part, mhm, I think that Marik would point out that he's calling it meaningless sex because it is only meaningless sex, and as far as he's concerned, that is not 'their' child because he doesn't want it, that it's Bakura's responsibility alone if it is actually born.
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.... perhaps I should hide now >.>;
LoL! No, sulks about the hormonal part xDD And Bakura'll say that it will be born and that he will take care of it -- possibly mumbling that he'll find a way to make Marik regret saying that ...
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XD, if Bakura's sulking about the hormonal part, then Marik's going to point out that's a side effect of pregnancy and that they should just terminate the pregnancy now to get rid of that side-effect.
Hah. And Marik would arch an eyebrow and ask how does Bakura propose to do that, when Marik is going to be doing everything that he can to kill the baby without killing Bakura - and hoping that Bakura won't ask why he'd care if Bakura's killed or not if it's just 'meaningless sex'.
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*blinks* Oh that's a great way to convince me to not hide ;P
LoL!! And Bakura would point out that most things have side effects and it's only termporary (I put tempernately... as if I was trying to combine permanetely and temporary togeter in a ... weird way x.x)
Bakura would tell Marik that he's the one carrying the baby and therefore he's keeping it and not going to allow Marik to kill it... x.X
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Hm, yeah, well, Marik would point out that if it is his at all, he wants his share of it dead. DEAD! And he'd ask Bakura why does he want to keep it anyway.
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*blinks* And Bakura hmmm... would say that the child is NOT allowed to be killed b/c he is not going to kill something that is both of theirs (or allow it to be killed) and especially after being born b/c he is not to allow harm to a child while he's around... *nods* And then point out that he wants to keep it b/c ... he'll say he has his reasons and not say them.
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*head tilt* And Marik would point out that there is no way in hell that he's going to wait for the child to grow up so that he can kill it then, and demand to know what are Bakura's reasons for wanting to keep the child.
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*taps chin* Um. Bakura would probably start off by demanding/stating that he won't let *their* child be killed at any age. And want to know why Marik wants to have it killed so badly.
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HM. Marik would just roll his eyes at Bakura and ask how does Bakura plan on stopping that - and then give him a disbelieving look and saying that he hates the idea of something running around that he created. He is supposed to destroy, not create. Having a child would run against everything that he is.
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o.O Hm. The first thing that comes to mind is "you can't always get what you want." And Bakura stating that if need be, he'll go somewhere to keep Marik from attempting to kill their child - be it born or not. LoL I keep thinking of other things, but those won't work b/c Marik is hate/jealousy/spite and everything else ^^;
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LOL! And Marik would just glare at Bakura and cross his arms over his chest, and then ask what's more important to Bakura, the child or Marik.
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.... okay, now that's not fair. Bakura would say he wants both >.>
Heh. I understand without needing to RP him *nods* ... heh, besides the point that I doubt I could *do* Marik, I wouldn't be able to carry that role *nods* ... the parts that people don't see >.> *shrugs* which... goes back to many discussions that have been had dealing with him and my never-to-be-posted talk of sympathy/consideration/pity and the like ^^;
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And Marik would tell him not to be selfish, and to pick him, because you can't fuck your own kid. Then he'd pause, and add that Bakura technically could, he'd just hope that Bakura wouldn't.
lol, yeah, Marik isn't that easy to RP... The parts that people don't see are the parts that don't exist for him, unless stuff happens in the RP to change him. And why don't you post it?
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And... maybe.
Shock & disgust at the idea of doing that to his own kid - would be OBVIOUS for him *can imagine his expression* Um. And that if Marik thinks that he can keep getting what he wants, then the least Bakura should be able to get is to have two things that he wants.
Mmhm. Or even bother to think of why he is the way he is... and that it isn't necessarily his fault for being the type of 'person' that he is... and what can and cannot change depending on circumstances and situations. *shrugs* Or maybe that's just my thing that I try to see what makes people who they are (usually quite easily) + everything else about them... Meh. Not sure. It was quite rambley and probably doesn't make sense-- and I wrote it a few months ago... I s'pose I could go back through it and finish it *shrugs*
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lol, and Marik would just smirk at seeing Bakura so freaked out. Then narrow his eyes at Bakura and point out that he doesn't want Bakura pregnant, so that's only one thing that he wants.
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Bakura would point out that he doesn't just mean with this and that he's staying pregnant and giving birth and going to keep the child... and keep it alive. And possibly think, but may or may not say, about Marik wanting to destroy things - but haven't yet to kill Bakura.
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