Basically I'll be your writing whore

[splinteredstar]

Well. I am burnt out and tired and ick. Still have two and a half weeks of school left, counting finals. My creative and productive impulses are shit. Something needs to be done.

I've found that nothing kicks me into gear more than memery or assignments, and I also enjoy writing things for people. And hey, it's not like I could get any *more* distracted than I already am.

So. Stealing a page from edmondia's book (hope you don't mind, 'dia darling) and asking for drabble requests! Comment with what you want me to write and I'll scrawl it out for you. It's good times for all of us. Anything you want, just toss it at me.

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[saint-archie.livejournal.com]

Hitler/Electone/Electrode.

...I am so, so sorry.

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

You brought this on yourself.

(start)

Giant!Hitler was a very lonely Hitler.

On a world of Hitlers of all shapes and sizes, from Robot!Hitler to teapot!Hitler, from Ninja!Hitler to Nun!Hilter, even the most anti-social Hitler (and Hitlers are rather anti-social to begin with) managed to find one compatable fellow Hitler to spend time with. Just not in a gay way, because even Flaming!Hitler was still Hitler. Even STD!Hitler could find a coconspirator. (Hitlers don't have friends.)

But no one ever wanted to be around Giant!Hitler. Possibly because he kept stepping on them. But more likely because they were all communist spies. Tiny, tiny communist spies.

So Giant!Hitler just stomped around, smushing smaller, less sturdy Hitlers and kicking flamingos. (The world of Hitlers is a very strange place.) But one day he came across something that he couldn't squish and didn't run away from him - something his sized, even. It was an odd looking thing - like a strange mutated piano with extra organish bits.

Obviously this giant, magnificent thing - called an electone, though he wouldn't know that - was a member of the Piano Master Race. At that point his next action was obvious.

He started humping it, hoping to breed with it in order to contribute his genetics to this master race and create an even greater piano.

Hey, Hitlers aren't exactly sane to begin with.

His furious grinding and superpowered Nazi Sperm drilled a hole into the side of the electone. When he collapsed back, sweaty and sticky, he peered into the acid burned hole in the side, curious about the inner workimgs of this wonderful creation. Imagine his surprise when out of the electone came a series of little white and red balls - balls with grins and grins and crackling electricity, covered with the dust of the electone and splattered white Hitler-sperm.

His suprise grew and his tiny mustache quivered when they lept on him - at first he thought they were going to kill him, with their pointed glares and sparks. But no, the sparks merely tingled and they did not attack, rolling down his massive body past his mustache'd erection to enter his body, one after another.

They rolled and pressed inside of him, rubbing against places in him that he dared not mention for fear of lossing his Hitler-credibility. He stood again and began to rub against the electone again, his Nazi Sperm at the ready to bore another hole -

And then the Electrodes, angry at the attack of their home, exploded inside of him, leaving him to die of massive amounts of blood loss and shame. Other Hitlers came by, but mostly to laugh at him and steal his mustache. So Giant!Hitler died as he lived - as all Hitlers, eventually, live - pathetic, alone, and laughed at.

Well, I was kind of asking for it...

[saint-archie.livejournal.com]

Wow.

I knew it was going to be weird, but I didn't realise it was going to be quite that weird.

Well played.

Re: Well, I was kind of asking for it...

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

I don't intend to forgive you for this. *glare*

[diluted-thought.livejournal.com]

Dom/Dimitri. Hopefully, you (by now) have a working knowledge of what Dom is like. Crude, feminine, glittery, and wrapped up in adorable when he's not invading Lady Gaga's closet.

Yeah. I went there. Stretch thy brain, m'lady.

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

No way this bastard would fit in a comment, so, here you go babe.

http://starsplinter.livejournal.com/43286.html

[nenya85.livejournal.com]

Non-pairing related (although if you include a pairing, prideshipping please)...

In honor of both of our weeks: anything to do with Kaiba and exhaustion through over-work. Or conversely (to give you a choice) anything that emphasizes he really is a teenager.