Rezie Writes « Thread Started on Jul 3, 2009, 8:33pm »
This is my fanfiction thread, I've been drabbling lately and now I'm mad because my computer ate the original of this post so now I'm PO'd at my desktop. I'll ask more questions later though lol.
Drabbles are sippets of plot and are usually part of a series or something bigger, so if you do not understand after the first reading, try again. I may post a sequel to any or all of the writings I make.
I put a rating on every writing I post so pay attention!
Title: Iron Rating: PG
Toni always finds the kingdom of dreams to be rather odd.
It always reminds him of the not and the moment when he is him and the loss oh of humanity and the cold of leaving his soul a long place far far a-ways from where he is.
The hard loss of wholness the hammer and whip flail and the nail, the bite of a winter without your family, the slap that makes you lose your voice when you rise to say your sorry, truly. The sting of boots against your arm and hunger at your mind, teeth rotting out of your face, her screams are hurting you melting your head and the sting of a mallet and steak as you know your a monster like they say you are, and they take it all away everything that belongs to you.
He'd been afraid of iron for a long time since then.
Title: Necklace Rating: PG 13
Menu was so happy to see Claire, every hour seemed like seven and every hollow second heavy, he didn't notice her jewelry until he felt the white metal burn against his skin. She'd whipped back, and luckily his arms weren't badly damaged, but the ugly smell of burnt flesh filled the house.
Re: Rezie Writes- We Talk « Reply #1 on Jul 3, 2009, 11:39pm »
We Talk Series: Charby the Vampirate Rating: PG Warnings: Nothing really, if you read the comic you can handle this.
He leans against the wall, and picks up Toni. The older being had the worst looking scratch on his shoulder, stuck full of long things, and cannot hold still in Vic’s arms. Vic had to rip the vessel from Toni’s hands; because, for the love of all things sacred no one was going to believe him if he said Toni was over 300 years old and a supernatural being capable of handling his liquor.
That would go over so well with his grandmother but still...
Opening the front door is hell, and getting the alp on his couch and running to the door is enough time for Toni to get blood all over the sofa and begin screaming in some foreign language.
“$#^*!” Toni squeals as he viciously pulls barbs from his open wound.
Vic locks the door and sprints the five feet in an amazing display of avian grace, promptly landing on his right knee.
Krackle.
And a searing pain erupts from his knee.
Toni laughs, his suspiciously large sharp teeth getting suspiciously more suspicious and crowded and menacing, Toni winces when he sees his wound bleeding as he hobbles towards Vic, begging silently for his hat.
Vic shoots him a pained smile as he grits his teeth hard, he really does not need to scream like a little girl with Toni looking so monstrous.
A loud rumble shakes the house.
“So youse managed to gets mein always from der wretch?” Toni finds his hat on the floor by a couch, still laughing, “Zey vergiften mein, s’forgets” mumbling he places the hat on his head and opens the door.
“I owe youes a vish”
Toni is gone; there is only a monstrous something with his grin and that small hat on in the doorway.
Rezie Writes Calm and Vile Intro « Reply #2 on Jul 15, 2009, 7:20pm »
A/N: This is the full version. The use of and exclusion of connectors are a matter of stylistic choice. Also no ghey in this one this is just a plot I thought of, if Amy steals it I will have a large fangasum. See what happens when I don't suggest things.
Title: Calm and Vile: Intro Rating: G Series: CTV
"So you awake." he pushes the door a little bit more.
A yawn "Jaaaaa" Toni shuffles in the nest of blankets; someone had added more to the mess. Crispo's teeth are chattering and Toni jumps out of bed once he realizes that Crispo's pulling at the covers and trying to push Toni out.
It's cool.
And that's saying quite a bit.
“I’ve gots to change” He looks at the lump on their bed
It shakes “S’okay I won’t look,” Crispo wishes to be mammalian “Could you know…?”
Toni rearranges the blankets so they are all stacked on the daemon, he ponders about the temperature in the shed and if the jackalopes keep Kavonn warm while he dresses.
He passes trough the hallway and muses about going into Zeno’s room and punching him in the face with claws and teeth. But he feels a hot spike of guilt and shame at the thought, mostly at the thought of Hexaviar scolding glare and Charby sad look of hurt and fault.
The lights are out in most of the house, and he heads to the kitchen for “breakfast”.
Mye is there, looking harassed as usual.
“Vhy are youse out here toots?” She has a box of something and a regular sized basket lay on the table.
Suspicious. “I’m going out, I mean I din’t have a chance to today.” She mentions the things in the daylight that don’t matter.
Toni can barely pay attention over the sound of the ache in his chest.
"Yes and none of the larger daemons hang around that area" Her potions and spells seem to of gotten more potent as of late, and her freedom from her curse seems within grasp.
Or so she thinks.
"Youse gots zomthing there" Toni knows places like that; haunting areas of calm, young evils lurk, killing and maiming any being that comes near. Toni breaths a sigh of relief, "do youse vant me to goes wit you?"
She pauses "I wouldn't mind..." Mye heads to the kitchen for another raincoat, mindful "I-I was actually getting nervous, I mean I usually don't go out at night and." She had considered Charby as an escort, but the Vampirate had left for his evening meal already and her boyfriend and her brother both seemed to have disappeared. "Well I'm just a bit sleepy" and by that she means 'I have a really bad feeling about tonight' or perhaps 'Please can we just stay home and watch reruns of that show I like with that old lady that cooks'.
"Ja lets go vhile is still twilight" she didn't give him the cheap plastic coat, instead she handed him an oversized basket, and a worried look.
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