I honestly don't know.
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Mind's World
Rating: PG-15 for... disturbing? Actually, more like C for CRAP. I was very oddly woozy when I wrote this. Um.
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Sanji-centric.
Topic: AU / AR
A/n: Not sure if this actually fits the topic. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, and I think I need to lie down.
When he reopened his eyes he was floating vertically upside-down, submerged in a tepid fluid that hummed with so much warmth and life, he barely felt it until he realized he was looking through a screen of pale, lifeless blue. Recollections of a graying blond in a chef’s suit, a child in a straw hat, women with heads of fire and ice and feather-soft coal flitted through his hazy memory while various seafaring creatures slipped in and out of his memories, like eels through coral.
A voice sounded somewhere behind him. He turned and found himself drifting amidst the stars, screaming and struggling and drowning in the ocean of space while numerous ships with rooster combs and striped wings of wood and leaves sailed by. And then the sun exploded, streaking dying fingers of rusty blood across the heavens, and the ships started sinking, halting abruptly as though beached before disappearing in a swirl of crimson sand.
Then he was standing on a railroad, except that it wasn’t a railroad, just a thick brown line stretching on through the darkness, and he kept walking down the railroad until the darkness gave way to a green face that took up the expanse of an entire plane. Its mouth opened and it screamed at him, but he was deaf and the intensity of its words had no effect. So it snarled at him and split into two as though cut in half, but there was no blood.
There was a man lying on the ground, and a horse with horns and a saddle stood eating from the bush that sprouted from his nose. The man turned bloodshot eyes to him and
And he found himself staring at the ceiling of the Going Merry.
“…” Sanji palmed his face. “Fucking hate cryptic nightmares.”
Rating: PG-15 for... disturbing? Actually, more like C for CRAP. I was very oddly woozy when I wrote this. Um.
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Sanji-centric.
Topic: AU / AR
A/n: Not sure if this actually fits the topic. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, and I think I need to lie down.
When he reopened his eyes he was floating vertically upside-down, submerged in a tepid fluid that hummed with so much warmth and life, he barely felt it until he realized he was looking through a screen of pale, lifeless blue. Recollections of a graying blond in a chef’s suit, a child in a straw hat, women with heads of fire and ice and feather-soft coal flitted through his hazy memory while various seafaring creatures slipped in and out of his memories, like eels through coral.
A voice sounded somewhere behind him. He turned and found himself drifting amidst the stars, screaming and struggling and drowning in the ocean of space while numerous ships with rooster combs and striped wings of wood and leaves sailed by. And then the sun exploded, streaking dying fingers of rusty blood across the heavens, and the ships started sinking, halting abruptly as though beached before disappearing in a swirl of crimson sand.
Then he was standing on a railroad, except that it wasn’t a railroad, just a thick brown line stretching on through the darkness, and he kept walking down the railroad until the darkness gave way to a green face that took up the expanse of an entire plane. Its mouth opened and it screamed at him, but he was deaf and the intensity of its words had no effect. So it snarled at him and split into two as though cut in half, but there was no blood.
There was a man lying on the ground, and a horse with horns and a saddle stood eating from the bush that sprouted from his nose. The man turned bloodshot eyes to him and
And he found himself staring at the ceiling of the Going Merry.
“…” Sanji palmed his face. “Fucking hate cryptic nightmares.”
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Date: 2006-07-03 05:03 pm (UTC)And is it bad that the first thing I thought of when I read said line was "hey, like the Rasputina song! I'm so cool" and the second thing was "omg impending yuri-dream threesome"?
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Date: 2006-07-03 05:57 pm (UTC)Freaky nightmares are cool.
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Date: 2006-07-03 05:58 pm (UTC)I love the face that rips in half! ♥
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Date: 2006-07-03 08:39 pm (UTC)But intriguing likeable trippy woah-ness. ^_^ It's yet another testiment to your writing ability that I could see a lot of these scenes, weird as they were.
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Date: 2006-07-05 08:46 am (UTC)