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turpsFollowing on from my last post. If I'd dreamt about what I was thinking about before bed last night it would have been Jeremy Kyle in the killjoys universe, which quite frankly, is a terrifying idea. I blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
themoononastick completely
Related to lie detectors that give electric shocks. Oh how much do I love the killjoys kink meme. So many prompts that make my h/c loving heart sing. I want them all to be written, all of them! I'm not sure of the netiquette of linking, but if you too like hookers there may be something relevant to your interests here. I need to go comment with some prompts of my own at some point, then you can pretend you don't know which prompts are mine.
We're planning to head to the cinema at some point this morning. That is if James ever wakes up. Until then, have the Pete Wentz poetry meme, which resulted in a poem of WOE!
The "Be Pete Wentz " Poetry Meme works thusly:
1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle.
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
*Bonus Points For Guessing All 21 Songs*
I Will Never Find Another Lover Sweeter Than You
We were in your basement hiding out.
Why does it feel like night today
Don't take them faces at their value in a cynical town
Karma police, arrest this man
Turning into something, drifting off into old ways
How cruel, is the golden rule
If all of life is just a dream
Now I know, that I can make you stay
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling about half past dead
Seeing things, going places
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
And we can run from the backdrop
They're these terrors
Don't want to be an American idiot
Another day, walking to the same old beat
She's gonna fall from me
Take your swing and fall
Josie's on a vacation far away
I can not take this any more
We've broken down
ETA: Hours later and he's still asleep. I've read my flist, watched some fingering porn and am now listening to Mikey's radio interview. They have been beaming on stage. I have heart eyes here, people. Hearts. In. My. Eyes. Keep talking forever, Mikeyway.
ETA2: Okay, fine. I'll just sit here and think about prompts. They'd have fucking machines in the desert, right? Also latex gloves. They for sure have hands and fingers and first times that involve kissing and holding and soothing.
Also, I always have to make sure I haven't put down dessert for desert which makes me think of jelly wrestling. It could happen! They have occupy themselves somehow on those long nights. A paddling pool, some j
ETA3: I think I'll just sit and gaze at these
Don't worry, I am going out. I'll shut up soon.
themoononastick completely Related to lie detectors that give electric shocks. Oh how much do I love the killjoys kink meme. So many prompts that make my h/c loving heart sing. I want them all to be written, all of them! I'm not sure of the netiquette of linking, but if you too like hookers there may be something relevant to your interests here. I need to go comment with some prompts of my own at some point, then you can pretend you don't know which prompts are mine.
We're planning to head to the cinema at some point this morning. That is if James ever wakes up. Until then, have the Pete Wentz poetry meme, which resulted in a poem of WOE!
The "Be Pete Wentz " Poetry Meme works thusly:
1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle.
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
*Bonus Points For Guessing All 21 Songs*
I Will Never Find Another Lover Sweeter Than You
We were in your basement hiding out.
Why does it feel like night today
Don't take them faces at their value in a cynical town
Karma police, arrest this man
Turning into something, drifting off into old ways
How cruel, is the golden rule
If all of life is just a dream
Now I know, that I can make you stay
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling about half past dead
Seeing things, going places
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
And we can run from the backdrop
They're these terrors
Don't want to be an American idiot
Another day, walking to the same old beat
She's gonna fall from me
Take your swing and fall
Josie's on a vacation far away
I can not take this any more
We've broken down
ETA: Hours later and he's still asleep. I've read my flist, watched some fingering porn and am now listening to Mikey's radio interview. They have been beaming on stage. I have heart eyes here, people. Hearts. In. My. Eyes. Keep talking forever, Mikeyway.
ETA2: Okay, fine. I'll just sit here and think about prompts. They'd have fucking machines in the desert, right? Also latex gloves. They for sure have hands and fingers and first times that involve kissing and holding and soothing.
Also, I always have to make sure I haven't put down dessert for desert which makes me think of jelly wrestling. It could happen! They have occupy themselves somehow on those long nights. A paddling pool, some j
ETA3: I think I'll just sit and gaze at these
Don't worry, I am going out. I'll shut up soon.
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Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath
Date: 2010-11-09 07:02 pm (UTC)The past is a raveled thread. If he pulls at it, teasing out connections, more pieces tumble loose. Bob already feels undone. His captivity has left holes, gaps in the fabric of memory and thought, dangling threads where important pieces have sheared away. He know this, but doesn’t know what to do about it. He’s not sure if he wants to do anything with it, really. Fur is comfort, fur is healing; it becomes easier to trust instinct and work out old injuries, to let his mind rest.
Sand settles deep in fur, staining white nicotine yellow. It’s better for camouflage, turns him into a ghost appropriate to the surroundings. Dust veiling and protecting. He misses the City, though, more than he thought possible. Of course, there he had to wrap darks close, pin shadows to battered jackets. No need for jackets here - he's in fur more often than not, forgetting for days at a time to shift, let alone bother with clothes. But here the dirt's kinder on his paws than asphalt ever was, even taking thorns into account.
~~~
Moonrise and he's curled up under a rock ledge, tail across his nose keeping cold away. The rock around him is radiating its stolen heat. He's comfortable. Dusk hunting was good - couple lizards, a jackrabbit surprised from cover. Simple contentment, warm and full, not overly thirsty. He's upwind from the road and garage, dividing time between watching that and the stars.
The sound arrives first, faint but enough to have him scenting the cold desert air. It's not long before he catches the first whiff - dirty fumes, tar and dust. An old car, coming this way. It’s the closest anyone's come to his place below since he'd found his way back. He thinks about leaving, thinks about defending his territory. Indecision clouds instincts, man slipping in front of wolf. A battered Trans Am slips over the rise. Still showing good lines despite hard use, there's solid speed and power rumbling under the curved hood. It's not car trouble that has the driver this far off the highway. Bob watches as the car takes the turn off, pulling into the shadows between garage and shack. Twin engines whine high in his ears; on the road, two bikes practically leap over the hill and follow the car's dust up the drive. Bob whines at the sound and then silences himself.
Double car door slam and the sudden cut of bike engines cast the silenced night forth. There's a murmur of voices as four people gather, draw weapons and check the premises. Bob watches carefully; they don't seem dangerous - to him - but he still not sure if he wants to share space with them.
Then the wind shifts, bringing the strangers'scents his way. And Bob's slinking down the hills before his mind overcomes his shock.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 07:03 pm (UTC)He's trotting down the slope to the garage, quick as he can without stumbling. Bob has gotten good at stealth in the time he's been out here; even moving quickly, he doesn't kick up much dirt. Out of habit he sticks close to the shadows, keeping upwind as long as he can. When he slips over the next rise, he's slammed with a fresh wave of scent. Some of it's familiar - he'd know the scent of Ways, of Ray and Frank anywhere and it's smells like it's been some time since any of them had bathed. They smell of gasoline, the ozone snap of charged ray guns, stale cigarette smoke, the harsh ammonia and bleach blend of fresh hair dye; of dust and old sweat and blood. Bob's lips peel back in a snarl at that - not all of the blood scent is old. It smells like Mikey and Frank had fresh injuries. But beyond all of that cacophony of scent there's something else, something new that makes Bob freeze in the shadows of a tumbleweed patch and just breathe.
No, it's not that the scent was new, he decides. He’d simply thought it was...well, a memory. The scent of comfort and belonging and HIS that Bob had known back in the City, when all of them had been forced to lie low in Gabe's under-basement. He had thought the scent wasn't real, or that maybe it was the scent of his own connection, the unspoken and unacknowledged bonds of his pack. But that was years and a full lifetime ago... and here he was, scenting that on the wind.
What the fuck.
He tried to wrap his mind around it, but he'd been living too long in fur. His instincts were strong and insisted PACK. Bob headed out around the last rise, slipping carefully past the Trans Am.
Should fit in the back. there are tarps for the bikes...
He rounded the back of the car and almost walked into Mikeyway.
Mikey threw his head up, nostrils flaring before staring at Bob. His irises blazed a familiar gold that stole all thoughts right out of Bob's head. All but for one.
Eclipsed!
Then Yes.
Mikey took a couple deep, shaky breaths. "Wow. Hi."
Bob moved a little closer.
"You found this place first." Mikey says, watching Bob steadily. "Well, I guess that answers the safety question."
"Hey Mikes, who are you talking to...holy fuck." Frank froze, his eyes widening as he stares at Bob. Bob watches his hand slip slowly down towards his holster. He rumbles out a low growl.
"Frank, leave the gun holstered." Mikey says.
"What?" But he'd stopped moving at the growl.
"We thought you were dead." Mikey says. Bob can't hear any obvious emotion in Mikey's words, but he doesn't need to - he can smell the tangle of guilt, fear, grief and relief in his scent.
"Mikey..."
Mikey crouches down, forearms resting on his thighs as he balances on the balls of his feet. Bob absently notes that he wouldn't have been able to maintain that kind of easy balance before. "Are you mad? I hope you're not..."
Alright, that's enough of that. Bob huffs and knocks Mikey on his ass, so he could climb right on top of him. Bob hears Frank curse viciously, but he's more interested in Mikey's quiet laugh and how he clings tight, tangling long fingers in Bob's fur. Bob sticks his nose against Mikey's ear, making him laugh outright, before he licks along his neck. Mikey leans his forehead on Bob's shoulder, his fingers finding that itchy spot right at back of Bob's neck that Bob never seemed to be able to reach. Bob feels him relax, some of the worry fading from his scent.
Then they both still at the sound of a ray gun powering up. They turn their heads in unison, and Bob found himself staring up the barrel of Frank's favorite gun.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 07:04 pm (UTC)~~~
"Frank, don't shoot."
"What the fuck are you on, Mikeyway." Frank's voice climbing in fear.
Bob can hear movement at the door of the shack.
"Frank, what the fuck is going on?" Gerard's voice is sharp with exhaustion. Mikey sighs in Bob's ear as both Ray and Gerard appear behind Frank and swear in unison, guns sliding free of holsters.
"Um... you probably should..." Mikey's fingers tighten in Bob's fur.
He huffs in agreement and wriggles around to face the others directly before he shifts.
"If any of you assholes shoot me, I'm going to be really fucking pissed." Bob said, his voice rough from the lack of talking.
In the abrupt silence, Mikey slips his jacket off and into Bob's lap.
The only other sound is of three guns hitting the dirt.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 07:28 pm (UTC)Don't you ever say sorry!
And again.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Real comments when I'm past this reaction.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 08:50 pm (UTC)I can't help the sorrys, though I'm trying.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 08:53 pm (UTC)Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 08:00 pm (UTC)I'm sure other people could discuss details so much better than me but I'm going to tell you how it pulls on my emotions. It's so satisfying. Like, even as a reader something has clicked into place.
Bob, more wolf than human and then there's that first sense of connection. Scent and then so abruptly, sight and suddenly he's gone from being lone wolf to his pack so close, and then he's got Mikey.
Nose in his ear and getting a scratch and it's so easy between them, even with Frank looking on, and so confused. That whole scene between Mikey and Bob is like I'm taking my own deep breath as connections are reestablished.
I could read so much more of this. So much.
Thank you for sharing it <3
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 09:18 pm (UTC)Like, even as a reader something has clicked into place.
And that means it's a successful piece of writing. \o/!
I love your comments so much. They always make me clap and cheer and wish you were close by so I could hug you in person. *beams at you*
Yeah, Bob's pretty lost in himself here. Thank goodness happenstance sent the rest of the guys his way. *winks* [Okay, we really have Bert to thank in this case.] I'm glad that the Mikey and Bob-ness reads so well - I love writing the two of them being all pack-ish together. I figured that might be something you'd appreciate too. :D
That whole scene between Mikey and Bob is like I'm taking my own deep breath as connections are reestablished.
This made me flail with so much glee. Yay!
Well, this is 1325 words out of roughly 6000 [so far], so the likelihood of there being more posted is great. :) And there's some torture and imprisoned boys early on, so it's all kind of up your alley. I'd blame you for this wide h/c streak I've got going on, but the truth of the matter is I've always liked my fic folk to get battered a bit. ;D But I am so glad you enjoyed this bit - it, like so much of my MCR fic, was written with you in mind. ♥
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-09 11:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad that the Mikey and Bob-ness reads so well - I love writing the two of them being all pack-ish together. I figured that might be something you'd appreciate too. :D
It did! And I did, you know me well. Their meeting felt so comfortable within seconds, and I liked that, very much so.
The thought of so many other words makes me happy, and I love that you also have a h/c streak. The best people do :D
it, like so much of my MCR fic, was written with you in mind. ♥
So many hearts. So many!
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 05:23 am (UTC)Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 05:32 am (UTC)OH GOOD. I'm glad you liked it. And by glad, I mean that I'm flailing around going Yay! over here. *beams* Thank you.
I do need need some clarification on the 'favorite things' part, however. I mean, I know that sick Mikeyway, bus crashes and people in cages will make Terri happy. What tropes are yours here?
[This is not a fishing for compliments - this is Taking Notes For Further You-Flavored Fic. :)]
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 05:36 am (UTC)And then there's the whole Killjoy thing as well, which. Well, it's hard to go wrong for me with them right now. :)
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 05:50 am (UTC)What is it about the scent thing? I'm asking rhetorically because I *love* that particular focus - when done well- in werewolf fic [and other preternatural stories], but I'm not sure why. I don't know if this is something that can be answered really, but I was wondering.
And then there's the whole Killjoy thing as well, which. Well, it's hard to go wrong for me with them right now. :)
I KNOW, RIGHT?? I'm giddy with Killjoys fever.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 02:39 pm (UTC)And yes, killjoy fever. It's awesome.
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 08:29 am (UTC)You know me so well *g*
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 08:17 pm (UTC)Just returning the favor. That conversations you've been having with Lynn are epic in their Lolworthiness. [And their \o/ factor.]
And those were only the most directly relevant tropes, Terri. ;D
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 06:47 pm (UTC)I absolutely love the way you write Bob as a wolf here and the whole physicality of his world. The sand and the moon and of course the scents. The meeting with Mikey is so awesome. The way Mikey recognises him immedately even though none of the others do and the hugging and cuddling! And I love Bob's comment after he's changed!
I went back and re-read the rest of the PW snippets to familiarise myself with this universe again and I'm so glad you had that breakthrough yesterday. It means we will see more of this universe soon I hope?
Re: Pedestrian Wolves: Desolation's aftermath part II
Date: 2010-11-17 10:08 pm (UTC)You've brought Pedestrian Werewolves into the Killjoys universe and you've incorporated the Desolation Row video into it too
That is my neferious plan, yes. :D This whole thing actually starts directly after the end of DR. I am a little obsessed with the blending of Killjoys with Desolation Row, actually. Yay for my continuity needs working for others! *laughs*
I'm so pleased that you liked the sense details here. That's one of the things I really enjoy about writing wolves - the opportunity to world- sketch through the other senses.
The way Mikey recognises him immediately even though none of the others do
Well, there's a Very Good Reason for that. :D And it seems like there's some Bob/Mikey in the back story too, so... [And I find this out through fondly remembered thank-you hand jobs for the gift of that ridiculous wildlife hoodie, of all things. IDEK anymore...]
And I love Bob's comment after he's changed!
Grumpy werewolves FTW!
It means we will see more of this universe soon I hope?
[You know, I don't even know what I have posted in this 'verse anymore. I need to go look.]
That's my hope. I've got some TS shenanigans between Bob and Frank that I'm working on, but this is the big werewolf story right now.
Thank you and I'm so happy that you enjoyed this, as typo-riddled and wonky as it is. ♥