Ribaldry and Rage Contributions Part 1
Apr. 25th, 2011 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eternalsojournI have been working on a few things for ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
night_reveals' Ribaldry and Rage Week. If you haven't yet checked it out, go do it now! There are amazingly inspiring pics, fics, comments, etc., and week two (also covered in that post) is all centred around food. FOOD PORN, YOU GUYS! Food + Porn = More than the sum of its parts. Anyway, this post here is not about food, it is about violence. And sex (well, some of it). And if food is your thing (and it is for me in such a big way, seriously), I'll say that I am planning to contribute in some way to Fat Cock Vivant. One theme at a time, though.
First, I posted some violence/sex themed tweets throughout the week. There are 11 in total, all 140 characters or less (obviously; they were tweets) and I compiled them here at the theme post:
Here is an image that helped to inspire this scene. Aside from the fact that he's wearing a white shirt in this scene, this is how I picture him.
Eames steps back, out of range of the puddle of blood seeping across the floor. It’s a laughable gesture when he’s already soaked, splashes across his face, sleeve a mottled sticky Rorschach blot of red and white clinging to his skin. The knife hangs from his hand, pat-pat-patting droplets onto the floor.
night_reveals' Ribaldry and Rage Week. If you haven't yet checked it out, go do it now! There are amazingly inspiring pics, fics, comments, etc., and week two (also covered in that post) is all centred around food. FOOD PORN, YOU GUYS! Food + Porn = More than the sum of its parts. Anyway, this post here is not about food, it is about violence. And sex (well, some of it). And if food is your thing (and it is for me in such a big way, seriously), I'll say that I am planning to contribute in some way to Fat Cock Vivant. One theme at a time, though.This isn't complete yet; I still have one or two more complete fics to post for this awesome event, but I'll start with what I have.
Relevant to all content here:
Warnings: Violence (Well I bloody well hope so); Like Liquid Rubies also features some gore, Tweets mostly centred on explicitly sexual themes
Rating: R
Word count(s): Small
First, I posted some violence/sex themed tweets throughout the week. There are 11 in total, all 140 characters or less (obviously; they were tweets) and I compiled them here at the theme post:
Violent Tweets
Second, I'm working on (what is likely going to be) quite a long fic about serial killers in love. I make no promises about when this will be completed, but it's in the queue. What follows here will likely be the first scene of the fic. Fair warning to those I've built up expectations for: THERE IS NO SEX IN THIS ONE (at least not this scene). Sorry.
Second, I'm working on (what is likely going to be) quite a long fic about serial killers in love. I make no promises about when this will be completed, but it's in the queue. What follows here will likely be the first scene of the fic. Fair warning to those I've built up expectations for: THERE IS NO SEX IN THIS ONE (at least not this scene). Sorry.
Like Liquid Rubies (Working Title)
Here is an image that helped to inspire this scene. Aside from the fact that he's wearing a white shirt in this scene, this is how I picture him.
Eames steps back, out of range of the puddle of blood seeping across the floor. It’s a laughable gesture when he’s already soaked, splashes across his face, sleeve a mottled sticky Rorschach blot of red and white clinging to his skin. The knife hangs from his hand, pat-pat-patting droplets onto the floor.
He’s breathing heavily, shoulders slumped, and he’s positively electrified with excitement. His greedy eyes take in the sight of the man, wounds not even visible through the mess of blood and torn clothing. One side of his face is smashed into the concrete floor, one arm bent at an improbable angle midway up his forearm. His eyes are open and when Eames bends forward and looks at them, he wonders why he never noticed before how beautiful they are, icy blue with flecks of brown around the pupil. Against the white of his skin and the red smeared across his cheek and over the bridge of his smashed nose, Eames decides the palette is stunning, all comic-book bright and intense saturation.
For the first time in far too many years, he actually feels compelled to draw, to commit this beauty to paper so that it can live on. But something isn’t right: this wretch didn’t do anything in life to deserve a beautiful corpse, so Eames takes a moment to etch the image in his mind, then bends down and grips the man’s skull, digging his thumbs into his eye sockets. He presses steadily, feels the resistance and the slickness of the eyeballs sliding sideways out from under his thumbs. He digs until he’s satisfied that enough blood has pooled, enough damage done so that only Eames will have a record of how they looked in that one divine moment.
The feeling is indescribable, better than the satisfying ache after a perfect workout, better than the boneless bliss of post-coital pleasure. Eames takes in the scene; he looks down at the spreading pool of brilliant red, at the bruises on his own knuckles -- not yet purple but swollen and raw -- at the knife in his hand, at the man at his feet, empty and wiped clean of everything that made him him. And Eames thinks, “Yes."
The feeling is indescribable, better than the satisfying ache after a perfect workout, better than the boneless bliss of post-coital pleasure. Eames takes in the scene; he looks down at the spreading pool of brilliant red, at the bruises on his own knuckles -- not yet purple but swollen and raw -- at the knife in his hand, at the man at his feet, empty and wiped clean of everything that made him him. And Eames thinks, “Yes."
--End Scene 1--
Sorry for all the edits, guys. I really do try to land it in one, but c/p did weird things again, and then I wanted to add this image (now that I've figured out I have an image account with LJ \o/)
