Yes, I am rewatching Venture Bros S1, as it should be

[sabinetzin]

Trying to get back into the swing of this writing thing. Have missed Porn Battle entirely. Prompts, flist? Will take SGA, Inception, Phoenix Wright, Venture Bros, etc. It's that or plan new costumes (which I will probably do anyway).

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[anatsuno]

A venture bros/inception xover could be fun! If, you know, that inspires you at all.

otherwise, well, let's say Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, gimme some more of the good stuff, with shackles and/or buttplugs.

/is needy *g*

[sabinetzin]

Ariadne sighed heavily, double checking that Venture was actually out. "I can't believe I just took a check from a guy in a butterfly costume."

"Strange bedfellows, darling," Eames said, spooling out a length of cannula. "Arthur, I trust you'll be fine up here in the- where are we exactly? House of the-"

"House of the Mummies," Arthur said, his voice muffled by the Anubis mask that covered his entire head. "I don't even know why we have briefings, as much good as it does you."

"It does me good just to see your smiling face, Arthur my love," Eames answered, grinning.

Ariadne hooked Venture up, surveying the scene; Venture had been weirdly nonchalant about watching his projections of his sons getting shot, and it was creepy seeing them in a heap next to the wall. "Next stop, the compound," she reminded them. "We'll probably run into projections of robots, if the intel's right."

"Of course the intel's right," Arthur said, miffed.

"Downwards and onwards," Eames said, sliding the cannula into his arm and laying back.

[anatsuno]

THIS IS PERFECT AND AWESOME AND OMG I WOULD READ A BIG BANG FIC OR TWO OF IT GLADLY. YOU ARE SUCH A BADASS OF FIC, THANK YOU. :))

[cesare]

Considering "Assisted Suicide," this is practically VB canon. :D

[amberfox]

I'm boring. Any chance for a visit from Colonel Sadist? Ooh, or Kushiel!John.

[seekergeek]

I'm seconding the Kushiel!John!

[sabinetzin]

Carefully, silently, John pressed his fingernails harder into the flesh of his thigh, as hard as he could. His other hand moved on his cock, stroking quicker the deeper his nails went into his skin.

Dinner had been an experience, to say the least. Just the way Caldwell had looked across the table at him had almost been enough; it was enough now just to remember it, the threat in his eyes, the promise of violence to come.

John licked the traces of blood from his fingernails and wanted.