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Tweak says, "take this to your grave"

telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

*points down to the comments*

Porn goes here!

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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Shadow Of The Colossus, Wander, needs, "out on the prairie"

wei_jiangling
2008-09-25 08:14 pm UTC (link)

You're out in the prairie, surrounded by endless waves of grass. A gentle wind blows, and you look to the distance as you sit in the grass thinking about your next move, the monster you're going to fight, the girl you're going to save.

There's no one here. Just you, your horse eating grass nearby, a bird circling in the sky above, and somewhere in the distance a monster you need to kill. You should be going, you tell yourself, you should be finding that monster and not reaching into your pants and touching yourself, but you can't stop yourself. It has been far too long since you've been in the presence of another human, much less a lover, and it's driving you mad.

You have only your imagination and memories for companionship, but that's enough. You tell yourself that your fingers are hers, that it's her warm hand wrapped around you, pumping up and down, bringing you closer to a much needed release. It's her and she's there and alive and warm and not lying lifeless in a temple in the middle of nowhere. But it's how she was once, and you know and your imagination tells you she is again at least until you come and you don't need the fantasy anymore.

You wipe your hand on your pants, stand with a sigh, and call your horse. It doesn't matter how lonely you feel or how tired; it matters that there's something you need to do, and that maybe one day the fingers will be hers, and not yours.

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