utter randomness

[kaydeefalls]

Random drabble generator challenge, to any and all who are bored and utterly stuck for fic inspiration (and if those Dorlijah pics didn't spark something, you're me kinda sad, really):

Look at your last LJ entry. Take the subject line. That is now the title of your drabble. Write from there. If you tend to have subjectless posts, or if your last subject line was something like OMG WTF DOM!!!1!, use the first subject line you see on your flist right now. So, to recap: subject line = title of drabble. GO FORTH AND WRITE, MY PRETTIES!

And, actually, I'd also kinda like to see a fic titled "OMG WTF DOM!!!1!" That would amuse me.

Comments

[andrealyn]

Er...insanity made me do it.

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"O..." Elijah began, his mouth opening wide and his eyes bulging just as wide as he was about to speak. Orlando clasped his hand around Elijah's mouth and prevented anything that might've come out. Orlando smirked in success while Dom watched with a cocky grin on his face, taking his shot back and watching as Orlando jumped away, waving his hand. "Oh my GOD!" Elijah cried.

"What the fuck," Orlando murmured, sucking on his hand. "DOM!"

"One minute," Dom raised his finger, chasing his shot with a long sip of beer.

"Fucker bit me!" Orlando whinged. "It HURT!"

"Dom, oh my god...the fuck, you wore the leather pants! You said you only had the one pair, but dude, seriously, you wore them!" Elijah cried out enthusiastically. Immediately, he set about straddling Dom's hips and putting his thumbs into the loops of the pants, biting back a grin.

"If he gets to play, I want to play," Orlando muttered, sliding into the booth.

"Well then, just be as vocal as Elwood here next time," Dom murmured in a pleased tone, as Elijah slipped his fingers inside the leather pants and began to lightly stroke Dom's cock. "After all, nothing gets my attention more than a few 'oh my god's' and 'what the fuck'."

"But only from me," Elijah growled, leaning in and biting at Dom's neck.

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

Dude. DUDE. That's AWESOME! <3

[andrealyn]

And yet, so very cracky.

[newredshoes]

N then D0m sadi 2 Eligah "Ahahah i'ma gonna bl0w u n0w" n Eligah wuz liek "W0ah h0ly sh1t man ur must be j0king me" but D0m wuznt n Eligah went all "OMG WTF DOM!!11" n creamd hmself.

Ow, my brain broke. That is way more fun than it should be. Shame, SHAME on you! <3333

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

AhahahahahahahahayouROCK!

I mean, pure artistic brilliance. And I really like the way it stands as a metaphor for life and humanity, with the postmodern dialogue and the self-aware ironic symbolism of the creaming...and...and...ow, I think I just hurt myself.

[newredshoes]

*nods* A very fine U of C answer.

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

*bows* I do try.

Keep Breathing

[wolfsage.livejournal.com]

I wrote you a drabble. I'm grabbed a random subject line of my flist, so here it is. Rated R, just for Kaydee. ^_^ (Unbeta'd, obviously. Hopefully there's nothing glaringly wrong with it.)

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Elijah felt the slip-slide of attraction crawl up from his belly and make his tongue trip on his words when Dom cocked his hip, jeans slung low, and drawled in his low Manchester voice to "Pass me another beer, mate?"

Mentally he cursed himself for it, but he couldn't help his toes curling in just a little, sticking a little on the warm linoleum on a drunken summer evening at Dom's flat in Wellington.

As of yet, they hadn't spoken seriously about what Elijah mentally refered to as "The Incident," in which he had slipped his cool palms up against Dom's cheeks, his laughter trailing off, and placed a breathy kiss Dom's lips, earlier that evening. With a quirk of a smile, Elijah had disarmed the situation, and they got back to talking and drinking Corona with the rest of the hobbits.

And yet, now, after most everyone else has gone home and the alcohol is rushing headlong through his veins, Elijah's breath is catching in his throat and his cheeks are flushed. Perhaps he's a little drunk, yes, but it's a Saturday night, and he's young, and he's a little bit in love with his best friend. So he stands in the kitchen with Dom, and takes another gulp, turning to the fridge and pulling the door open in what seems to be slow motion, at least to his vision. He shoots Dom a quicksilver smile as he hands him one and puts his own empty on the counter.

That's when his brain decides it would be a good idea to follow the beer he had just given to Dom. So Elijah throws his fluttering second-thoughts out the window, and rocks in close, hitching his hands in the pockets of Dom's low-riding jeans and slowly licking the beer off Dom's lips. Dom, (not quite as drunk as Elijah, but close), responds by putting his beer down with a clank (full minus one drink), and moving in for another kiss with a deep-throated "Uhn."

Elijah smiled through the kiss and said "you sound like a fuckin' porn star." He told himself to keep breathing.

Re: Keep Breathing

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

*lurves on you. liek, a LOT*

Re: Keep Breathing

[wolfsage.livejournal.com]

*MUAH* just for you. i love just writing like that... not planning it out or anything, just going.

of course, there is some tense problems i noticed today, but those are easily altered. ;)

[wolfsage.livejournal.com]

haha, maybe that's slightly more on the ficlet side than a drabble. ^_^;

[sophrosyne31.livejournal.com]

Er - no drabble. But--excuse me-- but is that a 'Sunday in the Park With George' quote icon I spy? Because, because, because, Bernadette Peters, omg!

*cowers at own dorkiness*

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes it is. I'll see your dork and raise you a theater geek!

[sophrosyne31.livejournal.com]

Oh, I wasn't even cool enough to be a theater geek! I was a 'sunday afternoon public television theatre' geek... in love with Stephen Sondheim wit and sparkle.

I actually often think of that quote you've got there when confronted by the bald reality of a blank page. That's the kind of eclectic person I am.

I am found out. LJ truly is the meeting of like minds. Nice!