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Aug. 11th, 2005 07:14 pmOh dear- and now my off-topic is suddenly on topic. Kinda. o_O Glad I waited. (This one is allllll
xparrot’s fault, btw…)
Title: Supperman
Rating: PG
Pairing: SanUso
Word Count: 248
Zoro blinked for a moment- wholly unready for the sight that greeted him upon his entry to the galley. He wondered briefly if a snack was really worth all this, but pressed on after an insisting growl from his stomach.
In spite of this, he was only able to control himself for about two steps before, "...What the hell are you wearing, you shit-cook?!"
At that, the blonde turned, revealing black tights, a formfitting black shirt tucked into what looked suspiciously like red underwear, and a matching red cape. In one hand he brandished an oversized ladle, as threateningly as one can wield a ladle.
His eyes showed no hint of amusement at being interrupted.
"What’s it to you, shitty-swordsman?"
The temperature in the galley dropped several noticeable degrees from the chill of his gaze, even as the ember of his cigarette burned brightly; challengingly.
This, however, never stopped Zoro before, so he pressed on. "What the hell are you supposed to be- some kind of supper hero?!"
Just then, Usopp burst in, sporting much the same outfit as Sanji, and no lack of enthusiasm.
"Supperman, quick- there’s villainy afoot! Something’s wrong with the food in the hold; we should go investigate it right awa---um. Hi Zoro."
The sharpshooter had the grace to look abashed.
"Oh..." Zoro blinked again. "I'll just skip the snack..." and he left, to nap elsewhere- hoping he didn't have any dreams about spandex, and knowing whose ass to kick if he did.
This one came out of nowhere- and can only be considered on-topic if you’re Smoker. ^_^
Title: Tattoo
Rating: PG
Pairing: SmoAce
Word Count: 282
The high pitched whirring was the first thing to welcome his entrance into the fourth such shop of the evening. He had only been slightly waylaid by the 5 arrests on the way there- his intended destination having a tendency to attract the less savory of what humanity had to offer.
When he pushed further into the 'establishment' (and he used this term loosely) he found Ace, reclined and receiving the singular ministrations of the 'artist' (of which, he again used this term loosely) of this particular shop.
"Ace!" Smoker barked, causing tattoo artist and pirate alike to jump. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
The marine's eyes scanned the surroundings, settling first on the image Ace had scrawled by way of instruction- an 'A', and an 'S', encircled in a filigree heart- then Ace's partially mutilated arm. 'A. S.'- that was as far as they had gotten. The marine shuttered slightly at the thought.
You don't think I care? I'll prove it...
How the hell stupid was that pirate?! It was a ridiculous fight, to begin with. Smoker growled unconsciously, causing the tattoo artist to shrink away further; Ace only looked a little guilty, staring quietly at his hands.
"What the hell do you thing this proves?!", the Marine asked, angrily. Outside of the childish solution he thought this was, he could only imagine what would happen to a pirate with a filigree heart tattooed on his arm. He snorted, then, turning on his heal to leave. "Fix it."
Later, when Ace slunk into Smoker's room again, the 'S' was crossed out, and the rest of Ace's name was filled in.
Well, it wasn't perfect, but it would work.
Title: Supperman
Rating: PG
Pairing: SanUso
Word Count: 248
Zoro blinked for a moment- wholly unready for the sight that greeted him upon his entry to the galley. He wondered briefly if a snack was really worth all this, but pressed on after an insisting growl from his stomach.
In spite of this, he was only able to control himself for about two steps before, "...What the hell are you wearing, you shit-cook?!"
At that, the blonde turned, revealing black tights, a formfitting black shirt tucked into what looked suspiciously like red underwear, and a matching red cape. In one hand he brandished an oversized ladle, as threateningly as one can wield a ladle.
His eyes showed no hint of amusement at being interrupted.
"What’s it to you, shitty-swordsman?"
The temperature in the galley dropped several noticeable degrees from the chill of his gaze, even as the ember of his cigarette burned brightly; challengingly.
This, however, never stopped Zoro before, so he pressed on. "What the hell are you supposed to be- some kind of supper hero?!"
Just then, Usopp burst in, sporting much the same outfit as Sanji, and no lack of enthusiasm.
"Supperman, quick- there’s villainy afoot! Something’s wrong with the food in the hold; we should go investigate it right awa---um. Hi Zoro."
The sharpshooter had the grace to look abashed.
"Oh..." Zoro blinked again. "I'll just skip the snack..." and he left, to nap elsewhere- hoping he didn't have any dreams about spandex, and knowing whose ass to kick if he did.
This one came out of nowhere- and can only be considered on-topic if you’re Smoker. ^_^
Title: Tattoo
Rating: PG
Pairing: SmoAce
Word Count: 282
The high pitched whirring was the first thing to welcome his entrance into the fourth such shop of the evening. He had only been slightly waylaid by the 5 arrests on the way there- his intended destination having a tendency to attract the less savory of what humanity had to offer.
When he pushed further into the 'establishment' (and he used this term loosely) he found Ace, reclined and receiving the singular ministrations of the 'artist' (of which, he again used this term loosely) of this particular shop.
"Ace!" Smoker barked, causing tattoo artist and pirate alike to jump. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
The marine's eyes scanned the surroundings, settling first on the image Ace had scrawled by way of instruction- an 'A', and an 'S', encircled in a filigree heart- then Ace's partially mutilated arm. 'A. S.'- that was as far as they had gotten. The marine shuttered slightly at the thought.
You don't think I care? I'll prove it...
How the hell stupid was that pirate?! It was a ridiculous fight, to begin with. Smoker growled unconsciously, causing the tattoo artist to shrink away further; Ace only looked a little guilty, staring quietly at his hands.
"What the hell do you thing this proves?!", the Marine asked, angrily. Outside of the childish solution he thought this was, he could only imagine what would happen to a pirate with a filigree heart tattooed on his arm. He snorted, then, turning on his heal to leave. "Fix it."
Later, when Ace slunk into Smoker's room again, the 'S' was crossed out, and the rest of Ace's name was filled in.
Well, it wasn't perfect, but it would work.
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Date: 2005-08-11 11:28 pm (UTC)I accept full responsibility!
Date: 2005-08-11 11:48 pm (UTC)*reads again*
"awa---um. Hi Zoro."
*dies again*
Re: I accept full responsibility!
Date: 2005-08-12 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 03:10 am (UTC)Just ... hilarious. For them BOTH. XDDD
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Date: 2005-08-11 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 01:25 am (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/community/onepieceyaoi100/206376.html
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Date: 2005-08-12 01:43 am (UTC)(I still like it, though. ^_^)
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Date: 2005-08-12 01:03 am (UTC)I also adore the whole idea behind drabble #2! SmokerxAce is eating my brain lately, I must admit. I love Smoker's gruff affection. So dreamy...
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Date: 2005-08-12 02:39 am (UTC)The second, so so cute! Smoker liked it. ~_^
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Date: 2005-08-12 04:17 am (UTC)The second one was a really interesting idea and kind of cute!
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 08:46 pm (UTC)