[challenge]Three Word Prompt

[ajremix]

I'm bored. Give me three words and you'll get either one sentence or a short drabble. Only one prompt at a time, please.

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[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

lol three words and no characters? This is interesting!

"A Butt-kicking contest" ?

[tsukishine.livejournal.com]

<.< Like you don't know what I'm going to ask for.

IbaIkka- *shot*

*coughs* Seriously, though, IkkakuNemu + what you want

[keikain.livejournal.com]

MS!Ice Ringer/Di Roy + blow you away~?

[nkfloofiepoof]

You know I can't resist these XD

Elec and Metal, "I hate this"

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Mizumachi watches the Devilbats trounce each other on the field. "They're not a football team," he sneers, "they're just seeing who can the most butts."

[nyethebandgeek.livejournal.com]

Um...

IkkakuNemu - coming through windows

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

The vice-captain stops, having walked half-way between the 11th and 12th division and her shadow still following her. Turning she asks the third seat what it is that he wants.

Ikkaku just walks on up to her, so close she can smell earth and musk, feel his heat, and says in a low voice that rumbles over her spine and in her head, "I wanna make ya cry for more."

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Even if they've been walking side-by-side for the last ten minutes, somehow they both know- it's an instinctive sense in the change of the air that's not preempted by either of them but the reach at the same time Di Roy under his shirt, Ice Ringer in his side bag and they pull out-

Di Roy freezes, the long barrel of a hand-crafted gun pressed against his chest. It's the gun that made Ice Ringer famous, the one that's the source of most every unsolved murder in the city. He grins but makes no move to put away his own gun. "You're fast."

With the mask on Di Roy can't make it out, but he can see it in the curve of Ice Ringer's eyes as he smirks back. "I have no bullets."

That just makes Di Roy's grin wider. "We're gonna be great friends, I think."

[tsukishine.livejournal.com]

HOTNESS paired with HOT ICON make me goo. ♥

Okay, I'm being good. Really.

Again and again.

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Metal fiddles with the laces on the dress, dolled up like some Lolita center-fold. "I hate this." His face is nearly as red as his hair. Elec just smiles and moves the camera to get a shot of that too-sexy pout.

"I love it."

[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

That's how thugs win, Mizu! XD


oh man... um...

Shuumi- One More Time?

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

She's alone in her room, trembling at her uselessness, at having failed her father yet again. She'd made a mistake in a case study and all the research they've gathered from it is worthless. Her father had yelled at her for it, for being careless, slapped her and kicked and pulled her upright by her hair and yelled because you should've known better, useless waste!

There's a ripple of reiatsu catches her attention, carefully cloaked and obvious to her because she knows it so well. Nemu slides open her window and is ready to ask Madarame to leave but he's already hoisting himself onto the sill, taking a seat and brushing her hair back to caress the darkening bruise on her face.

Softly he asks- as if he doesn't know what happened to her, as if it didn't happen -"Have you ever heard of this one human story? 'S called Peter Pan..."

[keikain.livejournal.com]

X33 <3 <3 <3 <3

Be held responsible~? (<.< MS verse?)

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmmm. One more time."

Hisagi sighs. "You were right. I should know better than to question you on something like that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have have argued, please forgive me."

Yumichika taps a slender finger against his chin. "Not quite right. Try it without the 'on something like that'."

Stifling a second sigh, Hisagi goes again. "You were right. I should know better than to question you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have argued, please forgive me."

"No, no. Something still doesn't seem right, but I can't think of what. One more time."

Hisagi wonders, not for the first time, how badly the other guys are laughing at him at this very moment.

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Nemu's voice is momentarily lost at his words. "I-I... don't understand what you mean."

"I mean," and he shifts so close she can feel his uniform brush against her ankles and knees and thighs and his breath is so hot against her ear, her cheek, her neck, "I wanna make ya scream an' clutch at me an' wrap yer legs around me an' beg fer me to do it to you again an' again an' again."

[tsukishine.livejournal.com]

...You're trying to kill me, aren't you?

Not that I mind, of course. Please, do continue. Emphasis on the please. And the continue.

*counters with her own sexy icon*

MS!IkkaNemu + a moment

[nkfloofiepoof]

LMAO *just woke up Bob laughing* fejiwa;kds;fkewasd *dead*

Heee...EC Rock/Forte, "some bellydancer girl"

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[nyethebandgeek.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I love it. XD (And I love that icon.)

Um...another one? (If you want to...)

seven, eight, nine

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

The hand clutching Mayuri's skirts the scaple across the skin, further and deeper than he had needed it to go. He snaps angrily over his shoulder, wrenching his hand free, "This experiment is at the request of your boss, Ichimaru! If I don't get the data requested from this you'll be taking the responsibilty for it!"

The silver haired man grins back long and slow. His fingertips dip into the spilling blood and Mayuri's lips curl in disgust. "That depends, Mayu-han~" Gin drawls and when he reaches up to smear his hand over the surgeon's cheek he purs at the shock in the other man's eyes, "on if you make it worth my while."

[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

LOL I am laughing pretty hard at you right now, Hisagi. XD

How about,

Kenpachi, Shuuhei- Don't make me

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

He's already close to the outskirts of town by the time Forte catches up with him. "I was just some bellydancer girl!" He says, because he doesn't know what else to say. "It's not like it was anything important!"

Rock turns and looks aghast and says- because he doesn't know what else to say -"And when she had her... her chest in your face?"

"Well.... she said it was on the house." Forte spent the rest of the night chasing Rock down.

[nkfloofiepoof]

*dying* XDD

One more, and I'll quit tormenting you with my still strong Rockman obsession

Blues/Metal, "who I am"

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

There's only the window seat left. Ed like the window seat because he likes being able to watch the scenery pass by. Al prefers the window seat because his huge body gets in the way when people need to get into the aisle (and the spikes on his shoulders sometimes catches people, oops). The train is starting under their feet and they exchange glances. This can only mean one thing.

"On ten, okay?"

Al nods. "Okay."

"1

2

3

4

5

6

10!" Ed is a small red and gold and black streak going down the aisle as Al gapes. By the time he realizes what exactly happened, Ed is already comfy in his new seat.

"NISAN!" He fumes. "WHAT HAPPENED TO SEVEN, EIGHT AND NINE!?"

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Hisagi shifts uncomfortably in the captain's office of the 11th division. Zaraki had called him in here, even went so far as to tell Yachiru to go help Ikkaku exercise the troops but all he's been doing is sitting at his desk with a pipe in his mouth, going over some paperwork (in a detached way, Hisagi realizes he's actually surprised that the captain does paperwork).

"He likes flavored sake best."

Hisagi blinks. "I... I'm sorry?"

"And sweet drinks. Don't think that make 'im easy, though. He's a mean drunk. An' he likes his restaurant to have a good view of a garden or fish or some shit like that. He don't like seafood though, hates the smell of it so be sure not to-"

Zaraki pauses and glowers, pipe clicking between his teeth. "Write this down, dumbass, I ain't repeatin' this again."

[mei-yanohi.livejournal.com]

Shinji/Kensei - no more lies