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Drabbles: Metalocalypse Challenge, ZoSopp #53
Metalocalypse first, #36.
Prompt: Computers
Pairing: Toki/Skwisgaar, Others
The sight of Toki at the computer wasn’t all that unusual. Like most of the rest of Dethklok – excluding Internet-challenged Pickles - Toki had a laptop and a profile on the computer in the main lounge. He had his share of porn, YouTube links, and Norwegian message boards but he could usually be found playing WoW or fragging old-school on Doom with a manic grin on his face as he destroyed his enemies. Quiet snickering with his left hand deceptively resting on his thigh rather than on the keyboard was unusual.
It was because he was bored and looking for a chance to be a dick, Murderface insisted to himself as he tromped towards the smirking guitarist, not because he was curious. The bassist approached, brows crinkling as he neared. Happy, downright cheerful music with strange babble that seemed as if it should have been a language but wasn’t one he recognized filled his ears. Murderface, never one to face the unknown easily, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned over Toki’s shoulder, his somewhat fetid breath – there had been sauerkraut and pork chops for lunch – washing over the younger man’s cheek and making his nose scrunch up.
“What the hell’sh thisch schit?”
“It da Sims! Looks, I makes de bands be my peoples.”
Toki positively beamed as he pointed at the screen where, sure enough, fairly decent pixilated versions of Skwisgaar, Toki, and Nathan could be seen sitting in a virtual hot tub.
“And what’sh the point? Do you get to kill them?”
“Ja, well, ats first de bands dies a lots but I figures out how to keeps everybodies alives now. It can be real brutal buts dere is other fun stuffs to do. Here, I shows you.
Toki clicked his mouse several times, bringing up submenus and making various selections that Murderface couldn’t be bothered to care about. But the end result was that the Toki Sim leaned over to talk to the Skwisgaar Sim, touching his arm and then, when the Skwisgaar Sim didn’t move away, kissing him. Little hearts drifted up over the two figures’ heads and the music took on a different tone, one right out of a certain style of ‘70s flick.
Toki didn’t have to do anything else, just leaned back in his chair and watched as the Nathan Sim observed the kissing Sims and then got up, wandering to the nearby house and inside where he proceeded to seduce a Pickles Sim. Black squares came up, blocking out the main action, but it was obvious what was happening.
“That’sh…really gay, Toki.” Murderface shook his head in apparent disgust and stomped off, secretly planning on getting a copy of the game as soon as possible.
Toki, glued to his screen and the Sim version of himself fucking Sim Skwisgaar, didn’t bother to mention that his Murderface Sim was currently in a love triangle with Knubbler Sim and his Dr. Rockso Sim. There were some things the bassist didn’t need to know.
ZoSopp Challenge #53
Prompt: Window Seat
Rating: G
Word Count: 279
Franky, Usopp acknowledged once he really got a good look at the Sunny, was a real shipwright. The man knew how to ply his craft and he had put in architectural details that never would have occurred to the sniper. For example, Franky had built two window seats into the crow’s nest/gym, setting them on opposite sides of the mast where they could take advantage of the setting and rising sun when the ship was on a certain heading. The window seats were well cushioned and they soaked up the light, staying warm even on the coldest of days. They also served as the perfect platform for a story.
Usopp liked to lead Luffy and Chopper up into the sky, settling himself onto a window seat while his audience made themselves comfortable on the floor with pillows and snacks. Sitting above them with the sky for a backdrop, he would spin his tales and watch their eyes light up with wonder. With warmth at his back and cushions for his rear – the main hazard of epic storytelling when one didn’t have a rubber or furry bottom – Usopp could talk for hours, building his stories and leading his attentive listeners on wild adventures.
There was an added bonus to the window seats as well. Zoro spent most of his time in the gym, training, and Usopp had noticed how one gold-pierced ear was often turned in his direction. And once Zoro was finished with his almost-endless series of push-ups and weight lifting, he always took a nap. The window seats were ideal for a swordsman with the boneless napping grace of a feline and Usopp’s lap made a perfect pillow.
Various Other Drabbles I Wrote This Week
Title: A Father’s Guilt
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Koshiro – Zoro’s Sensei
Word Count: 299
Prompt: Fear
It was his fault, the wheel of karma never stopping as it returned to him what he had done. She was dead, his only child, so young that she hadn’t quite started to bloom. One false step within the confines of his home, a place he had thought was where she would always be safe, and she was taken from him.
He had been so afraid; afraid of the life she had chosen, the path she wished to take, the skills that could have carried her to the heights she wished to reach, the determined will that in a few more years would have ceased to bend to his. The life of a swordsman was hard enough and to seek the title of ‘World’s Greatest’ meant inevitable loneliness, hardship, injury, and death. He couldn’t bear to let his daughter choose that path.
And so he’d lied. He had trampled on her spirit and tried to break her will and told her that her dream was impossible. The light had slowly gone out of her eyes and her swordsmanship, the skills he’d ordered her to begin to put aside, became harsher, coarse with anger. Until the night before she died, when his star pupil had challenged her once again and he, guilt weighing him down, had let her sneak out with her sword.
There had been a spring in the steps on the stairs as he listened in the darkness and she’d been whistling that fateful morning. Something had changed but he never got the chance to find out what had happened. She was gone.
He gave Zoro her sword and what remained of his skill and his knowledge. His wisdom was worthless and that he kept to himself. When Zoro left, it was with the weight of three dreams.
Title: What's To Come
Rating: G
Pairing: slight Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 300
The headline makes Ben frown and sigh and his first mate is slow to pass over the newspaper. Shanks lets the words sink in and feels a pit open deep in his gut. He covers it for the moment with the boiling in his blood and vents his anger to the closest of his crew.
That old fool! He had warned him, gone through all that trouble just to have Whitebeard treat him like he was still a stripling on Roger’s boat. But it was too late now and there would be no gloating over a rival’s folly. Not when young Ace was in Impel Down with execution promised.
It was a trap, an obvious one, but it would work all the same. To give the old man what little credit he was due, he would not refuse to go to the aid of one of his own, even if it meant the might of the entire Navy and World Government would be against him. The balance of power must inevitably shift.
Later, once his anger has burned itself out and the revisions to his plans have begun, Shanks steals a moment to lean against the solid form of his first mate and lets the older man wrap an arm around his waist. It seems impossible that Whitebeard will prevail but he has to hope that the old man can survive. The Grand Line is changing and so is the world, slowly but surely, and Shanks just wants to see it through.
The stump of his arm throbs and he spares a thought for Luffy. He told a wise man once that he bet his missing limb on the future and so far he hasn’t had cause to regret it. With any luck and Whitebeard’s strength, he won’t have to.
Title: First Breakfasts
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Word Count: 300
It was just dawn, the first rays of light peeking in through Sunny’s portholes, and Luffy lay awake listening to his nakama’s snores and absently patting his stomach. He was hungry but past experience had taught him there was no use asking Sanji for food before all of the sun had risen above the waves. The chef had only just left to go put on the kettle for Robin’s coffee and Nami’s tea and there would be nothing for the captain for some time yet.
To pass the time, Luffy imagined just what he would eat. Bacon, ham, steak and sausage would all be marvelous but eggs and toast would be good too. Sometimes Sanji made waffles or muffins or impossibly airy pastries filled with fruit creams. Donuts were a rare but special treat and even oatmeal would be good. Everything Sanji made was delicious and Luffy had never been picky about his food, especially if meat was involved. It was just sooooooo hard to wait and the light was barely creeping across the floor…
Luffy’s hand left his stomach, drifting lower as he turned his head and contemplated Zoro, sprawled out and snoring on a lower bunk. It had been warm and the swordsman had gone to bed without a shirt or blankets. The scar on his chest rose and fell with his breathing and suddenly it wasn’t just Luffy’s stomach that was hungry.
Shortly, one bleary green eye blinked at him but Luffy’s mouth was too full to answer and anyway, they had never needed words to communicate. One calloused hand slid into Luffy’s shorts and then everything was perfect, if a little messy. The light finally reached the door and Luffy pressed a sated kiss to Zoro’s lips and then skipped off to satisfy his other hunger.
Prompt: Computers
Pairing: Toki/Skwisgaar, Others
The sight of Toki at the computer wasn’t all that unusual. Like most of the rest of Dethklok – excluding Internet-challenged Pickles - Toki had a laptop and a profile on the computer in the main lounge. He had his share of porn, YouTube links, and Norwegian message boards but he could usually be found playing WoW or fragging old-school on Doom with a manic grin on his face as he destroyed his enemies. Quiet snickering with his left hand deceptively resting on his thigh rather than on the keyboard was unusual.
It was because he was bored and looking for a chance to be a dick, Murderface insisted to himself as he tromped towards the smirking guitarist, not because he was curious. The bassist approached, brows crinkling as he neared. Happy, downright cheerful music with strange babble that seemed as if it should have been a language but wasn’t one he recognized filled his ears. Murderface, never one to face the unknown easily, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned over Toki’s shoulder, his somewhat fetid breath – there had been sauerkraut and pork chops for lunch – washing over the younger man’s cheek and making his nose scrunch up.
“What the hell’sh thisch schit?”
“It da Sims! Looks, I makes de bands be my peoples.”
Toki positively beamed as he pointed at the screen where, sure enough, fairly decent pixilated versions of Skwisgaar, Toki, and Nathan could be seen sitting in a virtual hot tub.
“And what’sh the point? Do you get to kill them?”
“Ja, well, ats first de bands dies a lots but I figures out how to keeps everybodies alives now. It can be real brutal buts dere is other fun stuffs to do. Here, I shows you.
Toki clicked his mouse several times, bringing up submenus and making various selections that Murderface couldn’t be bothered to care about. But the end result was that the Toki Sim leaned over to talk to the Skwisgaar Sim, touching his arm and then, when the Skwisgaar Sim didn’t move away, kissing him. Little hearts drifted up over the two figures’ heads and the music took on a different tone, one right out of a certain style of ‘70s flick.
Toki didn’t have to do anything else, just leaned back in his chair and watched as the Nathan Sim observed the kissing Sims and then got up, wandering to the nearby house and inside where he proceeded to seduce a Pickles Sim. Black squares came up, blocking out the main action, but it was obvious what was happening.
“That’sh…really gay, Toki.” Murderface shook his head in apparent disgust and stomped off, secretly planning on getting a copy of the game as soon as possible.
Toki, glued to his screen and the Sim version of himself fucking Sim Skwisgaar, didn’t bother to mention that his Murderface Sim was currently in a love triangle with Knubbler Sim and his Dr. Rockso Sim. There were some things the bassist didn’t need to know.
ZoSopp Challenge #53
Prompt: Window Seat
Rating: G
Word Count: 279
Franky, Usopp acknowledged once he really got a good look at the Sunny, was a real shipwright. The man knew how to ply his craft and he had put in architectural details that never would have occurred to the sniper. For example, Franky had built two window seats into the crow’s nest/gym, setting them on opposite sides of the mast where they could take advantage of the setting and rising sun when the ship was on a certain heading. The window seats were well cushioned and they soaked up the light, staying warm even on the coldest of days. They also served as the perfect platform for a story.
Usopp liked to lead Luffy and Chopper up into the sky, settling himself onto a window seat while his audience made themselves comfortable on the floor with pillows and snacks. Sitting above them with the sky for a backdrop, he would spin his tales and watch their eyes light up with wonder. With warmth at his back and cushions for his rear – the main hazard of epic storytelling when one didn’t have a rubber or furry bottom – Usopp could talk for hours, building his stories and leading his attentive listeners on wild adventures.
There was an added bonus to the window seats as well. Zoro spent most of his time in the gym, training, and Usopp had noticed how one gold-pierced ear was often turned in his direction. And once Zoro was finished with his almost-endless series of push-ups and weight lifting, he always took a nap. The window seats were ideal for a swordsman with the boneless napping grace of a feline and Usopp’s lap made a perfect pillow.
Various Other Drabbles I Wrote This Week
Title: A Father’s Guilt
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Koshiro – Zoro’s Sensei
Word Count: 299
Prompt: Fear
It was his fault, the wheel of karma never stopping as it returned to him what he had done. She was dead, his only child, so young that she hadn’t quite started to bloom. One false step within the confines of his home, a place he had thought was where she would always be safe, and she was taken from him.
He had been so afraid; afraid of the life she had chosen, the path she wished to take, the skills that could have carried her to the heights she wished to reach, the determined will that in a few more years would have ceased to bend to his. The life of a swordsman was hard enough and to seek the title of ‘World’s Greatest’ meant inevitable loneliness, hardship, injury, and death. He couldn’t bear to let his daughter choose that path.
And so he’d lied. He had trampled on her spirit and tried to break her will and told her that her dream was impossible. The light had slowly gone out of her eyes and her swordsmanship, the skills he’d ordered her to begin to put aside, became harsher, coarse with anger. Until the night before she died, when his star pupil had challenged her once again and he, guilt weighing him down, had let her sneak out with her sword.
There had been a spring in the steps on the stairs as he listened in the darkness and she’d been whistling that fateful morning. Something had changed but he never got the chance to find out what had happened. She was gone.
He gave Zoro her sword and what remained of his skill and his knowledge. His wisdom was worthless and that he kept to himself. When Zoro left, it was with the weight of three dreams.
Title: What's To Come
Rating: G
Pairing: slight Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 300
The headline makes Ben frown and sigh and his first mate is slow to pass over the newspaper. Shanks lets the words sink in and feels a pit open deep in his gut. He covers it for the moment with the boiling in his blood and vents his anger to the closest of his crew.
That old fool! He had warned him, gone through all that trouble just to have Whitebeard treat him like he was still a stripling on Roger’s boat. But it was too late now and there would be no gloating over a rival’s folly. Not when young Ace was in Impel Down with execution promised.
It was a trap, an obvious one, but it would work all the same. To give the old man what little credit he was due, he would not refuse to go to the aid of one of his own, even if it meant the might of the entire Navy and World Government would be against him. The balance of power must inevitably shift.
Later, once his anger has burned itself out and the revisions to his plans have begun, Shanks steals a moment to lean against the solid form of his first mate and lets the older man wrap an arm around his waist. It seems impossible that Whitebeard will prevail but he has to hope that the old man can survive. The Grand Line is changing and so is the world, slowly but surely, and Shanks just wants to see it through.
The stump of his arm throbs and he spares a thought for Luffy. He told a wise man once that he bet his missing limb on the future and so far he hasn’t had cause to regret it. With any luck and Whitebeard’s strength, he won’t have to.
Title: First Breakfasts
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Word Count: 300
It was just dawn, the first rays of light peeking in through Sunny’s portholes, and Luffy lay awake listening to his nakama’s snores and absently patting his stomach. He was hungry but past experience had taught him there was no use asking Sanji for food before all of the sun had risen above the waves. The chef had only just left to go put on the kettle for Robin’s coffee and Nami’s tea and there would be nothing for the captain for some time yet.
To pass the time, Luffy imagined just what he would eat. Bacon, ham, steak and sausage would all be marvelous but eggs and toast would be good too. Sometimes Sanji made waffles or muffins or impossibly airy pastries filled with fruit creams. Donuts were a rare but special treat and even oatmeal would be good. Everything Sanji made was delicious and Luffy had never been picky about his food, especially if meat was involved. It was just sooooooo hard to wait and the light was barely creeping across the floor…
Luffy’s hand left his stomach, drifting lower as he turned his head and contemplated Zoro, sprawled out and snoring on a lower bunk. It had been warm and the swordsman had gone to bed without a shirt or blankets. The scar on his chest rose and fell with his breathing and suddenly it wasn’t just Luffy’s stomach that was hungry.
Shortly, one bleary green eye blinked at him but Luffy’s mouth was too full to answer and anyway, they had never needed words to communicate. One calloused hand slid into Luffy’s shorts and then everything was perfect, if a little messy. The light finally reached the door and Luffy pressed a sated kiss to Zoro’s lips and then skipped off to satisfy his other hunger.