Postcard Drabbles
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tygatiI think it's time to finally post these. I don't think it needs to be stated that each and every one of them most likely contains spoilers, but I'm stating it anyway.
Some of these were harder/easier than others, and some of them I think turned out better than others. I more or less wrote and drew in the order the requests came in, but a few gave me difficulty and the drabble was finished far in advance of the picture or vice versa.
Art-wise, I'm happiest with the way Vinni & Ruadh turned out, though Tau Ceti cooperated nicely as well. Story-wise I like about half of them better than others, but as I don't particularly despise any of them I'll just leave it at that.
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maderr, as is the long-suffering Pyotr. Everything else is mine.
That said, the drabbles:
Tau Ceti from Kidnapped
In the end, he went with the blue one. It would hide the stains better, and it had more pockets. Pockets were always extremely important, for a man never knew what odd item he might need on short notice. One of the little screwdrivers, a bit of wire, a few microchips, lockpicks, a chocolate bar - things like that.
The hardest part of the decision had been admitting he needed to make one. He liked the old one, regardless of what Pyotr thought about it. Unfortunately, even the most well-made jumpsuit couldn't survive certain... accidents.
Tau Ceti scowled irritably at the pile on the floor consisting of what was left of his clothing, then at the experiment responsible for the destruction of said clothing, before stalking off stark naked to go find something non-flammable to work on until his replacement jumpsuit was delivered.
Alexius from The Darkness Saga
It gleamed softly golden in the flickering lamp light. A mute testament to a love that would last forever, immune to the ravages of time. A ring of immortality, whose power was so great that it had taken a Lord of Darkness to forge it. Now his, so that he could spend eternity with his beautiful dhampir lovers.
They hadn't said how they'd gotten it, and Alexius hadn't asked. It didn't matter. All that did matter was that they loved him enough to want to keep him with them until the end of time.
Their captive, they still called him. He agreed.
Captive of the heart.
Ahi'kiha from The Prince, The Wizard, and The Dragon
There was something eminently satisfying about the way bandits crunched between his teeth. Slightly unsanitary, and eating too many of them always tended to give him indigestion, but it was marvelous stress relief. Especially when the persons he really wanted to eat were... unavailable.
Stupid king and queen. Just because Keiki wouldn't let him eat them was no reason why they should see him as their personal annoyance-removal tool. He was a dragon! Did they not understand how dangerous he was? Or perhaps - and Ahi'kiha had to admit it was likely even as it irked him - they knew all too well how dangerous he was and found his fearsome reputation quite... convenient.
Roaring his frustration to the sky, he looked around for more hapless victims. Unfortunately, he seemed to have eliminated the local bandit population. Again. Apparently he was now going to have to fly three kingdoms away to relieve stress rather than just two. At least the bandits had the good sense to be afraid of him, even if it did make eating them rather inconvenient.
Azragael from The Darkness Saga
Apparently, being happy and in love made a person somehow weak. The logic of it defied his comprehension, but then most things involving logic did. He only really noticed the problem because all too many lesser demons had taken his supposed weakness as a reason to rebel. Fortunately, in love or not, Azragael had absolutely no compunctions about incinerating, dismembering, or otherwise torturing the would-be dissidents.
What he did have a problem with was when the uprisings cut in to his Lurizal time. That, he would not tolerate, and he'd managed to devise some truly evil punishments for the instigators of such. The public administering of said punishments had also produced the happy effect of drastically reducing the number of uprisings. Which meant more Lurizal time for him.
Of course, he still had to pry Lurizal away from whatever the prickly demon was working on, but that shouldn't be too hard. Though he'd probably never admit it, Lurizal had... not softened, but at least thawed a bit. Not that anyone but Azragael appeared to have noticed. Lurizal didn't have to deal with accusations of weakness. To the general public, Lurizal was still as icy as ever. There were even a few hushed rumors that Lurizal had a block of ice instead of a heart.
Azragael knew better. Lurizal had a heart, and it belonged to Azragael.
Lei & Arvik from Fin & Fur
The fire had faded to a red glow, barely enough to cast light across the tiny cabin and keep the pot of water hanging over it warm. Lei hardly noticed, all his attention on the thick, hard length being slowly fed into him, stretching him wide, filling him bit by bit until it seemed he couldn't possibly take any more, and yet he did. He was breathing shallowly, hardly aware of anything save for the way Arvik moved inside him, his hands splayed across Arvik's broad chest for balance.
Arvik shifted, ever so slightly, and Lei keened aloud as the next stroke sent a pulse of pure pleasure racing through him. He rubbed his own aching heat against Arvik's stomach as best he could, but it did little to relieve the mounting pressure. Then a broad hand closed over him and gave a single, firm tug, and Lei knew nothing but wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.
When some measure of self-awareness returned, he reached automatically for the little cup on the floor and scooped up some of the water from the hearth, pouring it slowly across Arvik's body to keep the orca's skin wet. Just one of the adjustments they'd had to make, but Lei would make a thousand more if it meant staying with Arvik. And he knew, as Arvik drew him down for a slow kiss, that Arvik would do exactly the same.
Atalaya from Arabian Days
Every now and then, one or the other of them would get it into their heads to take his hat and hide it somewhere. Never the same place twice, and never anyone with an ounce of sense would think to look, which usually meant it was in one of the first places Atalaya checked. He would get it back, transform it into something significantly uglier on principle, and life would go on. They'd never really harm his hat, regardless of how ugly they thought it was, so there was no harm done.
Except that today he'd been all over the palace twice and had yet to discern where they'd hidden it. He could always ask, but somehow that didn't quite seem fair, even if they would probably tell him. Well, Shaji would tell him. Rahdi had simply snickered at him when he'd checked the pantry for the third time. But Shaji was still in one of those court meetings and-
The doors to the audience room swung open and Shaji swept out, looking far too pleased with himself. Perched atop his head was, of all things, Atalaya's hat. He grinned when he noticed Atalaya's incredulous stare, pointing back over his shoulder at the room he'd just left. Baffled, Atalaya looked where indicated.
Inside, eight of Shaji's stuffy old advisors stared blankly at the door, their mouths hanging open, not a word being said amongst the lot of them. Atalaya caught Shaji's eye, then his hand, and they shared a devious grin. If that was what it took to shut those old windbags up, Shaji could borrow his hat any time he wanted.
Ruari & Kian from Cradle And All
It was still so very overwhelming, the way people in Laidir treated him. Ruari was used to being ignored, occasionally scorned, but this blatant respect was... unsettling. The servants bowed to him. The maids curtseyed. The nobles of the court almost seemed to go out of their way to curry favor with him.
Most days, Ruari just wanted to hide somewhere with his drum. He was nothing, no one. King Niall's bastard son, which was less than nothing in the eyes of most. Most of Cadhain, that is. Laidir treated him like a prince in his own right.
He didn't feel like a prince.
But he didn't want to go home either, because home meant away from Kian, and Kian was worth all the uncertainty and uncomfortable moments and feelings of inadequacy. Kian wanted him. It was still a difficult concept to grasp, but Ruari was getting better at it, because he was slowly beginning to realise that he wanted Kian too. More than anything else in the whole world.
Beldon from Beauty and the Beast
Lightning crackled along his fingertips, running across his hands and arcing back and forth between one and the other. He loved the feel of it, the wild and unpredictable forces collared by his magic. By him. The only thing better was the look in Herb's eyes as his lover watched him, fearless and fascinated, accepting all the things that Beldon could do without question.
Herb was unlike anyone else Beldon had ever known. He accepted Beldon and everything that Beldon was without hesitation or recrimination. Accepted his temper, his need for power, his dislike for stupid people. Herb understood him, better than he understood himself, really. Was the one steadying presence in his life. Without Herb...
Well, best not to dwell on such things. Thinking about what might have been was not nearly so enjoyable as the feeling of sliding into Herb's lap as he let the magic die away, letting another kind of magic take him.
Ruadh & Vinnissaen from Red Dragon
He tried to muster up some sort of irritation, snap a few curt words, but whenever Ruadh got it into his head to start petting Vinnissaen's tail with those slow, firm strokes it was all he could do not to collapse in a complete puddle of bliss. Later, when he could think straight, he always found it amusing how fascinated Ruadh was with his ears and tail. Ruadh wasn't exactly ordinary himself, what with all those glittering crimson scales, but apparently the fact that Vinnissaen had fur made some sort of difference.
If Ruadh were anyone else, Vinnissaen would have suspected him of doing it on purpose to exert some sort of power over him, but Ruadh was Ruadh - a dragon genuinely fascinated by anything he deemed 'pretty.' Not that Vinnissaen's tail could precisely be considered pretty, and Ruadh knew better than to call him something like that where he could hear, but it was still different enough to catch and hold the flighty dragon's attention.
And it wasn't exactly like Vinnissaen disliked the attention, not at all. What he disliked was that it put him in a far too pleasant and relaxed mood to fight for control, giving Ruadh entirely too much power over him. It wasn't like Ruadh was the sort to take advantage of his state, and while he really didn't dislike any of the things Ruadh did while he was entirely too blissful to care, it was the principle of the matter.
Really.
Some of these were harder/easier than others, and some of them I think turned out better than others. I more or less wrote and drew in the order the requests came in, but a few gave me difficulty and the drabble was finished far in advance of the picture or vice versa.
Art-wise, I'm happiest with the way Vinni & Ruadh turned out, though Tau Ceti cooperated nicely as well. Story-wise I like about half of them better than others, but as I don't particularly despise any of them I'll just leave it at that.
Eren and Levent are property of
maderr, as is the long-suffering Pyotr. Everything else is mine.That said, the drabbles:
Tau Ceti from Kidnapped
In the end, he went with the blue one. It would hide the stains better, and it had more pockets. Pockets were always extremely important, for a man never knew what odd item he might need on short notice. One of the little screwdrivers, a bit of wire, a few microchips, lockpicks, a chocolate bar - things like that.
The hardest part of the decision had been admitting he needed to make one. He liked the old one, regardless of what Pyotr thought about it. Unfortunately, even the most well-made jumpsuit couldn't survive certain... accidents.
Tau Ceti scowled irritably at the pile on the floor consisting of what was left of his clothing, then at the experiment responsible for the destruction of said clothing, before stalking off stark naked to go find something non-flammable to work on until his replacement jumpsuit was delivered.
Alexius from The Darkness Saga
It gleamed softly golden in the flickering lamp light. A mute testament to a love that would last forever, immune to the ravages of time. A ring of immortality, whose power was so great that it had taken a Lord of Darkness to forge it. Now his, so that he could spend eternity with his beautiful dhampir lovers.
They hadn't said how they'd gotten it, and Alexius hadn't asked. It didn't matter. All that did matter was that they loved him enough to want to keep him with them until the end of time.
Their captive, they still called him. He agreed.
Captive of the heart.
Ahi'kiha from The Prince, The Wizard, and The Dragon
There was something eminently satisfying about the way bandits crunched between his teeth. Slightly unsanitary, and eating too many of them always tended to give him indigestion, but it was marvelous stress relief. Especially when the persons he really wanted to eat were... unavailable.
Stupid king and queen. Just because Keiki wouldn't let him eat them was no reason why they should see him as their personal annoyance-removal tool. He was a dragon! Did they not understand how dangerous he was? Or perhaps - and Ahi'kiha had to admit it was likely even as it irked him - they knew all too well how dangerous he was and found his fearsome reputation quite... convenient.
Roaring his frustration to the sky, he looked around for more hapless victims. Unfortunately, he seemed to have eliminated the local bandit population. Again. Apparently he was now going to have to fly three kingdoms away to relieve stress rather than just two. At least the bandits had the good sense to be afraid of him, even if it did make eating them rather inconvenient.
Azragael from The Darkness Saga
Apparently, being happy and in love made a person somehow weak. The logic of it defied his comprehension, but then most things involving logic did. He only really noticed the problem because all too many lesser demons had taken his supposed weakness as a reason to rebel. Fortunately, in love or not, Azragael had absolutely no compunctions about incinerating, dismembering, or otherwise torturing the would-be dissidents.
What he did have a problem with was when the uprisings cut in to his Lurizal time. That, he would not tolerate, and he'd managed to devise some truly evil punishments for the instigators of such. The public administering of said punishments had also produced the happy effect of drastically reducing the number of uprisings. Which meant more Lurizal time for him.
Of course, he still had to pry Lurizal away from whatever the prickly demon was working on, but that shouldn't be too hard. Though he'd probably never admit it, Lurizal had... not softened, but at least thawed a bit. Not that anyone but Azragael appeared to have noticed. Lurizal didn't have to deal with accusations of weakness. To the general public, Lurizal was still as icy as ever. There were even a few hushed rumors that Lurizal had a block of ice instead of a heart.
Azragael knew better. Lurizal had a heart, and it belonged to Azragael.
Lei & Arvik from Fin & Fur
The fire had faded to a red glow, barely enough to cast light across the tiny cabin and keep the pot of water hanging over it warm. Lei hardly noticed, all his attention on the thick, hard length being slowly fed into him, stretching him wide, filling him bit by bit until it seemed he couldn't possibly take any more, and yet he did. He was breathing shallowly, hardly aware of anything save for the way Arvik moved inside him, his hands splayed across Arvik's broad chest for balance.
Arvik shifted, ever so slightly, and Lei keened aloud as the next stroke sent a pulse of pure pleasure racing through him. He rubbed his own aching heat against Arvik's stomach as best he could, but it did little to relieve the mounting pressure. Then a broad hand closed over him and gave a single, firm tug, and Lei knew nothing but wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.
When some measure of self-awareness returned, he reached automatically for the little cup on the floor and scooped up some of the water from the hearth, pouring it slowly across Arvik's body to keep the orca's skin wet. Just one of the adjustments they'd had to make, but Lei would make a thousand more if it meant staying with Arvik. And he knew, as Arvik drew him down for a slow kiss, that Arvik would do exactly the same.
Atalaya from Arabian Days
Every now and then, one or the other of them would get it into their heads to take his hat and hide it somewhere. Never the same place twice, and never anyone with an ounce of sense would think to look, which usually meant it was in one of the first places Atalaya checked. He would get it back, transform it into something significantly uglier on principle, and life would go on. They'd never really harm his hat, regardless of how ugly they thought it was, so there was no harm done.
Except that today he'd been all over the palace twice and had yet to discern where they'd hidden it. He could always ask, but somehow that didn't quite seem fair, even if they would probably tell him. Well, Shaji would tell him. Rahdi had simply snickered at him when he'd checked the pantry for the third time. But Shaji was still in one of those court meetings and-
The doors to the audience room swung open and Shaji swept out, looking far too pleased with himself. Perched atop his head was, of all things, Atalaya's hat. He grinned when he noticed Atalaya's incredulous stare, pointing back over his shoulder at the room he'd just left. Baffled, Atalaya looked where indicated.
Inside, eight of Shaji's stuffy old advisors stared blankly at the door, their mouths hanging open, not a word being said amongst the lot of them. Atalaya caught Shaji's eye, then his hand, and they shared a devious grin. If that was what it took to shut those old windbags up, Shaji could borrow his hat any time he wanted.
Ruari & Kian from Cradle And All
It was still so very overwhelming, the way people in Laidir treated him. Ruari was used to being ignored, occasionally scorned, but this blatant respect was... unsettling. The servants bowed to him. The maids curtseyed. The nobles of the court almost seemed to go out of their way to curry favor with him.
Most days, Ruari just wanted to hide somewhere with his drum. He was nothing, no one. King Niall's bastard son, which was less than nothing in the eyes of most. Most of Cadhain, that is. Laidir treated him like a prince in his own right.
He didn't feel like a prince.
But he didn't want to go home either, because home meant away from Kian, and Kian was worth all the uncertainty and uncomfortable moments and feelings of inadequacy. Kian wanted him. It was still a difficult concept to grasp, but Ruari was getting better at it, because he was slowly beginning to realise that he wanted Kian too. More than anything else in the whole world.
Beldon from Beauty and the Beast
Lightning crackled along his fingertips, running across his hands and arcing back and forth between one and the other. He loved the feel of it, the wild and unpredictable forces collared by his magic. By him. The only thing better was the look in Herb's eyes as his lover watched him, fearless and fascinated, accepting all the things that Beldon could do without question.
Herb was unlike anyone else Beldon had ever known. He accepted Beldon and everything that Beldon was without hesitation or recrimination. Accepted his temper, his need for power, his dislike for stupid people. Herb understood him, better than he understood himself, really. Was the one steadying presence in his life. Without Herb...
Well, best not to dwell on such things. Thinking about what might have been was not nearly so enjoyable as the feeling of sliding into Herb's lap as he let the magic die away, letting another kind of magic take him.
Ruadh & Vinnissaen from Red Dragon
He tried to muster up some sort of irritation, snap a few curt words, but whenever Ruadh got it into his head to start petting Vinnissaen's tail with those slow, firm strokes it was all he could do not to collapse in a complete puddle of bliss. Later, when he could think straight, he always found it amusing how fascinated Ruadh was with his ears and tail. Ruadh wasn't exactly ordinary himself, what with all those glittering crimson scales, but apparently the fact that Vinnissaen had fur made some sort of difference.
If Ruadh were anyone else, Vinnissaen would have suspected him of doing it on purpose to exert some sort of power over him, but Ruadh was Ruadh - a dragon genuinely fascinated by anything he deemed 'pretty.' Not that Vinnissaen's tail could precisely be considered pretty, and Ruadh knew better than to call him something like that where he could hear, but it was still different enough to catch and hold the flighty dragon's attention.
And it wasn't exactly like Vinnissaen disliked the attention, not at all. What he disliked was that it put him in a far too pleasant and relaxed mood to fight for control, giving Ruadh entirely too much power over him. It wasn't like Ruadh was the sort to take advantage of his state, and while he really didn't dislike any of the things Ruadh did while he was entirely too blissful to care, it was the principle of the matter.
Really.
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Date: 2008-09-24 10:53 pm (UTC)...you did the ring of immortality?
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Date: 2008-09-24 11:49 pm (UTC)Though, you could call it my desperate hoping that you'll actually write out the giving scene, since I've wanted and wondered and tried to imagine ever since you brought up the idea.
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Date: 2008-09-24 11:52 pm (UTC)The picture doesn't suck, babe. I thought it was pretty ^__^
I shall call it a desperate hope then, *laugh*. I'll see what I can do after I'm dong with Selsor verse story. So FUCKING mad I left the notebook -__- I"m trying to rewrite it from memory, anyway, but I know I'm sucking it up.
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:07 am (UTC)*whimper* I just knew that was the story in question. Pretty pretty jewel mages all forgotten and alone at work...
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:18 am (UTC)Speaking of you, I hear you hit up the Grammar Nazi for editing. Ahahahahaha.
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:21 am (UTC)distraughtfrustrated to remember why it was a Bad Idea until after I'd said yes. >.>(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-25 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-25 12:44 am (UTC)I was going to list my favourites, but then realised that would be at least half of them, so I'll just say Ruadh and Vinni and Atalaya's hat both made me very happy. :D :D :D
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:55 am (UTC)And in a side note: GO AZ!!!
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Date: 2008-09-25 12:59 am (UTC)VT
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Date: 2008-09-25 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-25 01:46 am (UTC)Loved all the rest, too. I can't believe I didn't beg these from you before. I don't think it fully occurred to me that there were drabbles I hadn't seen, actually. Like a hole in my head. Or perhaps I kept the knowledge from my self on purpose, so I wouldn't know what I was missing. ^_^
*glomps*
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Date: 2008-09-25 03:32 am (UTC)Cute little arctic foxy! (please don't bite me.) And I like the dragon...ball...thing for the Ahi'kiha story. *crunches bandit* *snerk*
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Date: 2008-11-04 03:30 am (UTC)Heh, yeah, Arvik probably shouldn't, but I can't really picture him without, regardless of the logistics, so he has short curls. *nod*
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Date: 2008-11-04 04:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-25 03:01 pm (UTC)FKJBGVKJFBFVEWJRK I LOVE YOU RUADH.
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Date: 2008-09-26 04:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-26 08:02 am (UTC)Another thank you for them and for sharing all of those delighting little drabbles and drawings ^____^
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Date: 2008-09-26 06:42 pm (UTC)2) Atalaya's hat is <3.
3) These are all so great but I liked mine best because I'm staring at them now xD Thank you so much for sharing everyone's little pieces of heaven you sent out! *cheers for you with pom-poms*
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Date: 2008-09-26 06:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-27 01:45 am (UTC)*__* Y-you make me happy. I wish I could turn out drabbles on request like this. .___. But it doesn't work.
Arvik and Lei make me happy inside- sooo cute with the grinny orca and the cute foxie~ and I want Atalaya's hat only he'd prolly hurt me or turn me into a fish if I took it. He's soo cute~
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Date: 2008-09-27 07:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-21 09:37 am (UTC)No wait, that's wrong... i wanna know... that would be hilarious