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06 October 2009 @ 06:10 pm
Promptathon #1  
So it's finally here! The long awaited 25th prompt blow out! XD Well, maybe it's not that amazing, but it's a nice show that I managed to stick with something for so long, though the real accomplishment will come in 75 more prompts/weeks - that will be truly amazing on my behalf. As for the here and now, let's get started with...
FF_Yuri_Drabble's First Ever Promptathon! 
So how does it work?
1. You leave a comment to this post, either anonymously or signed in (totally up to you), with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt (refer to the rules for more info on this). So it should look like this -
FFVIII, Quistis/Fujin, fear 
2. Wait for someone to write your request.
3. Write other people's requests while you wait!
It's that easy! Seriously! 0.0 
Best part? Everyone's welcome to participate! Whether they're a member or not! :D

Rules - 
-This a drabble community, so when you fill out a request, make sure it's with a drabble! Drabbles are less then 500 words as defined by me. Use this very easy to use word counter to help!
-Normally for this comm, I ask that drabbles be of a certain amount of words, either 200, 300, etc, but for this promptathon THAT RULE IS TOTALLY SUSPENDED! I only ask for your drabble to be a minimum of a 100 words (with a maximum of 500 words)! After that, write 101, write 325, write 498 word drabbles! I don't care! Go crazy!
-If a particular prompt really inspires you and you go over the 500 maximum, post it to your own journal (preferably not in a F-locked entry, plz and ty) and leave a link in a reply to the original prompt.
-Let's keep 'I second that prompt!' to one a prompt. x.x Don't make Bat (ie, me) annoyed. Multiple 'I second that!' for a particular prompt will be deleted.
-Prompt as many times as you want! Just try to keep prompting to three times in a row, then go read a magazine, and then feel free to come back and prompt some more. And please do try to write at least drabble for someone else.
-You can leave prompt/requests in any of these styles:
FFVIII, Quistis/Fujin, fear 
FFVIII, author's choice, fear 
Any, any, fear 
-Your prompt can be a lyric, a quote, a word, or even a situation (ie, Celes is learning to cast magic and Terra helps her).
And the most important rule!
-Have fun and pimp this out far and wide! :D
This promptathon will run for two weeks, so October 20th, we'll go back to our regularly scheduled show! Members can still post drabbles in the community that relate to past prompt challenges while this runs (if they want). ^_^
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: "I Caught Fire" by The Used
Helluin: Looks Could Killauronlu on October 7th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
I hope this will serve.

Title: "Lunar Cry"
Word Count: 480
Rating: R!
Warning: Nonconsent!

It was time.

(For Edea, Time Compression had already begun.)

Time. Her time.

(Edea sat upon a chair, blind beneath a bird-shell mask, frozen, head thrown back. Gauzy drapery rustled about her, caressing her skin like a silken cocoon. She felt the warm slick alien presence spilling within her, stretching and swelling like a parasitic worm, luxuriating in her hapless body. For torment and pleasure, Ultimecia had thrust Edea's hands between her thighs, stroking her to savage ecstasy.)

Hair streamed back. The mask peeled away, yet the slave was still blind inside skull's prison, seeing only what she chose to let through. White hanging veils of drapery snapped taut around them as Edea stiffened and screamed inside her body's shackles. Ultimecia smiled coolly and arose, gliding through the silken membrane. Her hands caressed her breasts and the sweep of collarbones with tingling satisfaction. A fine young body, this. She might keep it.

(Numb and spent, Edea sensed the girl behind her, held as she was. Another child, and she had no way to protect this sacrificial lamb. She had taken Ultimecia's essence into herself to save the orphanage children, lest any of them become such a vessel. Now the sorceress would eat them all, a devouring Mother.)

Edea lounged on a floating throne, a cruel smile flickering over her lips as puppet dancers whirled and weaved about her feet. The madness was filling the crowd. They roared like beasts, carried away by the pulse of drums. The nightmare had begun. They were living her fevered fantasy.

(Edea's arm lifted with a flourish, shaping a lance of ice that curled around her wrist before flying forward, into Squall's body with a sickening crunch. She could feel the very bones of his shoulder separating, dislocating as he fell back and away. His face was so white. The girl reached for him, powerless.)

That boy. Unbelievably, he had slain her. Now he stood impassively by a broken pillar of stone, watching her last embers fading away. Yet a young woman in a dark sheath was gliding towards her, meekly offering submission, salvation: a willing vessel.

(Edea crumpled under the thudding blast of purple lightning. The power, the pain were unimaginable. Squall-not-Squall leapt forward with a cry, clutching a sword whose strike she knew she must one day feel. But for now, the children were safe. The sorceress poured into her, a blind probing leech latching onto her soul and beginning to give suck.

The sorceress rose with an idle caress of her own skin, gliding through the silken membrane to a waiting throne. Dancers whirled about her feet. Poor Squall fell out and away from her in endless repetition, ice-riven, betrayed by Matron's own hand. The gauzy drapery around her chair snapped taut as she stiffened and screamed inside, a lunar cry to shatter the shackles of time and space.

(It was time. And now all time was hers.)

Edited at 2009-10-07 02:29 pm (UTC)
sissyhiyahsissyhiyah on October 7th, 2009 03:32 pm (UTC)
"Warning: Nonconsent?"

Hmm...I wonder.

Seems to me that Edea loves being bound, whether by concern for her unhappy little bunch of misfit orphans, or love/fear/hate of Ultimecia and THAT power.

(And Ulti nursing from Edea is one hell of a powerful image, especially if one thinks of those birds that roll eggs out of nests and leave their own instead, almost like feathered changelings. Ulti can't help what she is and what she wants. It's her nature. Or in her nature, maybe. Hmm...)

God, I love this.

Mr. Ite: Writingmr_ite on October 7th, 2009 11:03 pm (UTC)
This is great, AuronLu!! Totally, totally great.
Bat: Ninja Bathamimifk on October 8th, 2009 05:15 am (UTC)
*bows to your greatness* Holy wow! This was amazing! *arms flail* It was so intriguing and just plain - wowness!

o_o I think I'm in shock from the sheer awesome of this drabble. XD I can't think of a proper comment. Amazing work auronlu!
Oberin Hilexander: ffviii - ultimeciagargoule on October 8th, 2009 10:26 pm (UTC)
the imagery is astounding. the words are like bitter melted chocolate on the lips and tongue. it flows and tumbles and flows and builds up and vies for attention. *applauds* Brava!
venefica_aura on October 9th, 2009 02:39 am (UTC)
Now that is how you do noncon femmeslash. Oh thank god for this. <3
Helluin: Rageauronlu on October 9th, 2009 06:29 am (UTC)
Wow, you folks pumpin' up the ego on a night when I'm sick as blazes. Meds I'm taking probably helped with the imagery.

That, and I love writing scary ladies.

The fourth paragraph should've begun with "Ultimecia", but I guess their identities were blurring in weird ways.

Edited at 2009-10-09 06:32 am (UTC)