TacTurn's Pandemonium

Battle Scars, a Gajeel x Levy drabble

tacturn — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 19:20:48 GMT

Title: Battle Scars
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: N/A
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Word Count: 135 words
Warning: N/A
Summary: Healing with kisses...

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"And this one?"

Draped against his side, the blue-haired bookworm inquired gently. Delicate fingers tickled the skin above his belly button. Trailing along the faded edges of a scar, Levy looked up at him.

Gajeel huffed, leaning back into the pillows. "A training accident."

"When?" she whispered.

The gentle brushes did not cease. A subtle groan rumbled in his throat before he caged her tiny hand within his own.

"When I was with Metalicana. It was a stupid mistake," he replied.

There was a moment of pause - a soft exhale that whispered across his skin. And then, lips pressed against the old scar in a tender kiss. A fluttering of warmth spread beneath his skin. His cheeks flushed with heat as he peered down at the doe-eyed mage.

Levy smiled. "There. All better."

Gajeel sputtered, embarassed.

Passing Glances, a Gajeel x Levy drabble

tacturn — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:20:25 GMT

Title: Passing Glances
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: N/A
Genre: Romance
Rating: K
Word Count: 85
Warnings: N/A
Summary: The beginning of curiosity....

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She couldn't help but watch him from across the Guild hall. Hidden behind a fortress of books, Levy blushed and stole glances.

The firm set of his jaw. The hot crimson of his gaze. The metal piercings glinting on his skin. Strong hands and broad shoulders, Gajeel was something... interesting. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But there was something about him.

Red eyes snapped her way, and pink stained her cheeks.

'You've been reading too many of those romance novels again...'

Honeyed Bowers by CookieAsylum [Drabble #163]

tacturn — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 05:14:23 GMT

Title: Honeyed Bowers
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Drabble #163 - Bloom
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Word Count: 100 Words
Warnings: N/a
Summary: Even Daiyoukai enjoy the sweeter things in life...

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He found them tucked away. Tittering, the girls passed sugared blossoms amongst themselves. Pausing at his arrival, his smooth command had Rin frolicking off.

Kagome rose, dusting gold and ivory from her hakama.

She fidgeted. "Sesshoumaru-sama?"

Prowling nearer, he murmured. "That scent..."

"Honeysuckle...?" Kagome whispered, holding up a single floret.

The flower ignored, clawed fingers ghosted her cheeks. Trailed the gentle swell of her lips. He came closer still -- noses bumped. Breath mingled.

"It is... pleasing."

Like stolen blooms, he stole kisses. Each lingering longer than the last until pink stained the miko's cheeks.

And she was solely his.

Sweet Nothings by CookieAsylum [Drabble #134]

tacturn — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 13:26:53 GMT

Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #134 - Fate
Genre: Drama, Romance (?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400 (according to Word Count website)
Warning: Slightly scary-creepy Sesshoumaru?
Summary: CU. Cornered and dangerous...
Note: Originally posted on dokuga_contest, 04/11/2011

.•º| |º•.

Kagome stilled.

Claws pressed to her throat, she ceased her struggling. Seconds ticked by, but the girl did not budge. Tree bark scraped against her back through her thin, cotton top. Every now and then there was a sharp prickle against her neck. A hesitant pin-prick. An uncertain scratch. Storm-grey eyes watched. Widened and waiting, they searched the glaring pair before her.

Gold.

Confused and unsure.

Why is he stalling…? her thoughts whispered, but the words wouldn't come out.

Teeth clenched and silver bangs shadowing his eyes, he appeared tense. Strained in every possible way. Shoulders tight and posture aggressive, the Lord of the West resembled a cornered dog. Unwilling to heed, and yet unwilling to move. Why? Why was this happening to him? It had started as a flicker - a spark of curiosity - before blazing into an inferno of pure possession. That… wasn't supposed to happen. He had gotten too close. But such things were out of his power, and Fate had deemed it so. And at it the end of the day, it brought him here - trapping the object of his obsession and confronting it the only way he knew how. He had to have her. She was his. And no one else's. Half-brother be damned; the girl belonged to him and him alone.

"Why?"

His first word in minutes. Terse and soft.

"W-Why?" Kagome parroted.

His other arm balled into a fist. In a rush of youki and speed, he slammed it against the trunk above her head. The miko jumped, squeaky.

"What… have you done to me?" came his biting question.

Under his penetrating gaze, Kagome trembled. "N-nothing," she whimpered. The nails at her throat dug deeper, drawing beads of red. "I h-haven't done anything…" A strange knot tightened in her chest.

Sesshoumaru growled. The scent of blood tickled his senses, egging him on. It called upon the creature buried deep within his subconscious. Kill her, it cried. It would be so easy. To simply end it here and be done with her. To never have her taunting him, just out of his reach.

But then… it would be dull. Very dull.

Those poisonous claws, so sharp and unnerving, drifted away. Only to teased them along her jaw moments later, tilting her face upward. Kagome froze, anxious and doe-like.

And in a voice that bore no argument, he decreed:

"You are mine."

Under the Microscope by CookieAsylum [drabble #103]

tacturn — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 02:09:07 GMT

Title: Under the Microscope
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #103 - Palm
Genre: General
Rating: K
Word Count: 224 (unedited version)
Warning: Part of A Feline Fiasco, where Kagome is transformed into a cat and seeks help from an unlikely source.
Summary: Some mysteries are meant to be solved...

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Resting on the little girl's stomach, Kagome let out a steady stream of hearty purrs. Not unlike those of an idling jet engine.

'You know, despite being a cat, life isn't all that bad,' she thought sleepily. There were the obvious perks. She got to eat as much fish as she wanted. She got to spend most of her day napping in the sun. And there was never a lack of attention. Rin adored her! 'And she has magical hands.' Kagome's purrs escalated as said girl's fingers scratched behind her ears. 'Yep! This is the life!'

Then… why did this feel wrong?

Bleary blue eyes peeped open.

Nearby, Sesshoumaru raised an brow at her curious glance.

'I can't… stay like this, can I?' she thought. Hopping down from her human pillow, the hapless miko-turned-feline trotted over to the daiyoukai. Carefully, she paused. What did he want with her? Or maybe, it was just her projecting her suspicions upon him. Sesshoumaru always was a hard nut to crack.

Crouching down, he held out his palm - a open invitation.

Kagome, somewhat wary, placed her paw within his grasp.

"Hn."

She looked up, mewing.

"I intend to uncover your secrets, little feline," he stated in his smooth tenor. "There is nothing you can keep hidden from me."

And that was a promise.

Tighten Up by CookieAsylum [Drabble #116]

tacturn — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 13:20:51 GMT

Title: Tighten Up
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #116 - Angle
Genre: Humor, General
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400 (according to Word count website)
Warnings: Part of A Feline Fiasco, where Kagome is transformed into a cat and seeks help from an unlikely source.
Summary: CU - And just when she was making progress...

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Why hadn't she thought of this from the beginning! It was brilliant! Utterly fantastic! Completely fail-proof! 'Kagome, you are a genius!' she thought proudly. This had to work!

A smug grin pulled on her lips as she dug her claws into the soft earth.

It was just another unproductive day, and the small group was taking a break under the shade. Rin was off playing in a field nearby, tormenting Jaken and convincing Ah-Un to join her. With so much energy, Kagome sometimes wondered how Sesshoumaru kept up with such a child.

Glancing his way, the girl-turned-cat stilled.

He was watching - again.

But then, that's what she wanted… right? She wanted his help. Needed his help! Therefore, it was only right that he watch what she was up to. Nevermind the fact that it sent a puzzling sensation down her spine. Not unwelcome, but still bizarre nonetheless. Straightening, she flicked her tail upward, ignoring him until she finished her task. She couldn't afford any distractions. This had to work!

She was fixing the angle on one of her strokes when a clawed hand hoisted her into the air.

'No!' cried Kagome, flailing in his grip. She wasn't finished, dang it!

"Rin." Calmly.

And with boundless zeal, the girl zipped to his side. Gap-toothed grin and all. Arms behind her back and fingers wringing, the child rocked on her heels.

"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?" she replied, brightly.

With almost tangible disgust, the daiyoukai dropped the cat into the girl's arms:

"Your pet is filthy. Bathe it."

And just like that, Kagome watched from a growing distance as her plans were dashed. Wrapped in Rin's arms, she surrendered to her fate. 'I was so close…' Sighing, she huffed. Oh well, there was always next time.

From his spot beneath the shade, Sesshoumaru gazed from afar as his ward bathed the strange creature. Wretched cat. It had been playing in the dirt and mud since they stopped. He watched quietly. At first, the beast seemed content to just make a mess. He wouldn't have been surprised. Cats were vile that way. But then, that had quickly changed when he noticed a method to the feline's madness.

Strokes. Words. Writing.

How… odd.

Leaning forward, he peered into the dirt - where the feline had once been.

And there, half-written, but still surprisingly legible were the words:

"Help me."

How very odd, indeed.

Sweet Nothings by CookieAsylum [Drabble #134]

tacturn — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 13:09:39 GMT

Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #134 - Fate
Genre: Drama, Romance (?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400 (according to Word Count website)
Warning: Slightly scary-creepy Sesshoumaru?
Summary: CU. Cornered and dangerous...

Kagome stilled.

Claws pressed to her throat, she ceased her struggling. Seconds ticked by, but the girl did not budge. Tree bark scraped against her back through her thin, cotton top. Every now and then there was a sharp prickle against her neck. A hesitant pin-prick. An uncertain scratch. Storm-grey eyes watched. Widened and waiting, they searched the glaring pair before her.

Gold.

Confused and unsure.

Why is he stalling…? her thoughts whispered, but the words wouldn't come out.

Teeth clenched and silver bangs shadowing his eyes, he appeared tense. Strained in every possible way. Shoulders tight and posture aggressive, the Lord of the West resembled a cornered dog. Unwilling to heed, and yet unwilling to move. Why? Why was this happening to him? It had started as a flicker - a spark of curiosity - before blazing into an inferno of pure possession. That… wasn't supposed to happen. He had gotten too close. But such things were out of his power, and Fate had deemed it so. And at it the end of the day, it brought him here - trapping the object of his obsession and confronting it the only way he knew how. He had to have her. She was his. And no one else's. Half-brother be damned; the girl belonged to him and him alone.

"Why?"

His first word in minutes. Terse and soft.

"W-Why?" Kagome parroted.

His other arm balled into a fist. In a rush of youki and speed, he slammed it against the trunk above her head. The miko jumped, squeaking.

"What… have you done to me?" came his biting question.

Under his penetrating gaze, Kagome trembled. "N-nothing," she whimpered. The nails at her throat dug deeper, drawing beads of red. "I h-haven't done anything…" A strange knot tightened in her chest.

Sesshoumaru growled. The scent of blood tickled his senses, egging him on. It called upon the creature buried deep within his subconscious. Kill her, it cried. It would be so easy. To simply end it here and be done with her. To never have her taunting him, just out of his reach.

But then… it would be dull. Very dull.

Those poisonous claws, so sharp and unnerving, drifted away. Only to teased them along her jaw moments later, tilting her face upward. Kagome froze, anxious and doe-like.

And in a voice that bore no argument, he decreed:

"You are mine."

Cell Block Tango, an Enslaved drabble [#002]

tacturn — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 06:36:00 GMT

Title: Cell Block Tango
Author: TouchFire03
Prompt: Wall
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 Words
Warnings: Game Spoilers
Summary: CU. Post Game. A flashback. And sometimes, a little reassurance is all you need...

---

One Week Prior

"Monkey…"

No reply.

"Monkey, I'm sorry."

The man leaning against the wall scoffed.

"It's…" - Trip buried her face in her knees - "It's my fault. All my fault."

Dark and dank, the silence in their prison was suffocating. It was cramped - uncomfortable. It certainly didn't help that her companion wasn't pleased with these conditions. He'd made it known when he was kicking and screaming all the way to their cell.

And like his namesake, he rattled the bars of their dungeon.

"You were only trying to help."

Quietly, Trip smiled, leaning against his legs.

Grateful.

Moar Avatars <3

tacturn — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 05:31:16 GMT

Didn't make these either!

Opposition, an Enslaved drabble [Drabble #001]

tacturn — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 04:40:19 GMT

Title: Opposition
Author: TouchFire03
Prompt: Horror
Genre: General
AU/CU: CU. Post game.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 466 words
A/N: A collection of interconnected drabbles for the game, Enslaved: Odyssey to the West.
Summary: After freeing the slaves, things do not always go as planned.
Link: n/a

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"Damn it, Trip! Where the hell are you?"

Muscling ahead, Monkey forced his way through the crowd. Shrieking metal. Screaming voices. The reflective walls of Pyramid shuddered from explosions - from outside and within. Knocking over frightened people, he was too focused on finding his partner through the chaos.

Where the hell is she? I told her to stay put! his thoughts snarled. Why didn't that girl ever listen? From the very beginning, she had always insisted on doing things her way. And where did that usually leave us? Ass deep in trouble. She was more trouble than she was worth… sometimes. But as he shoved another fleeing bystander out of his way, he had to wonder why. Why did he insist on sticking with her? Why did he tell her to reprogram that headband? What was there to gain? Except for more bruises, bloodied knuckles, and battle scars. Sometimes, he had to question his own actions.

Things weren't so cut and dry like they used to be…

Not anymore.

Monkey huffed loudly. Things just couldn't be simple with Trip.

How many days had it been since they freed the slaves? Monkey could not recall. Trekking across that deserted, dusty wasteland had not been on his list of things to do. And with Trip's leg out of commission, and him lacking the proper motorized vehicle to transport said injured girl, it seemed like they were stuck.

It left a sick feeling in his gut. Something deep inside told Monkey that he did not want to stick around Pyramid for very long. Get in, free the slaves, and leave.

But then, even that was starting to look like a bad idea...

It all started after the slaves awoke from their brainwashed stupor, and Trip took it upon herself to enlighten her witless congregation. She informed them of their capture, how Pyramid had reprogramed their brains to fit his 'perfect utopia', and how it was only right that she free them. She hoped she had done the right thing. An eerie hush fell over the freed people, before they turned to each other and began to whisper. Softly at first, the whispers turned into shouted accusations. A cacophony of disapproval echoed through the white walls of Pyramid. Steadily, the air charged with malice. Monkey bristled, edging closer to Trip.

He could sense it; things were about to get ugly.

They wanted the dream back - the fictional reality. The bright colors, warm smiles, and laughing faces. They wanted to return to a time before the war. But it was impossible. With the main operating machine in shambles, there was no going back.

Trip attempted to explain this, but they wouldn't listen. The mob grew angrier by the second.

And to their horror, freedom was not what they wanted...

Let's try this again -sigh-

tacturn — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 21:14:05 GMT

A collection of avatars.
I did not make these. These wonderfully, amazing avatars were made by their original creators. <3
I'm just hosting them here for forum use.

Enigma by CookieAsylum [ Drabble #82 ]

tacturn — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 05:09:49 GMT

Title: Enigma
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #82 - Flute
Genre: General
AU/CU: CU
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
A/N: Part nine of my series, A Feline Fiasco.
Summary: ... In which someone is never unprepared.
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

---

To say the oni came out from nowhere would have been a lie. The deafening crashes through the undergrowth did not go unnoticed. The moment Sesshoumaru took his place in front of his ward, the unlucky miko could only watch in awe. His charges moved in tandem. Immediately, the little human knew precisely where to stand. Not in the way, but safely at his back. Jaken and Ah-Un claimed their positions behind the human girl. Holding the nintoujou out in front of him, the imp's face held a stern look of determination and pride. Like a fortress, the three made a protective wall around their weakest members.

The wind whistled by her ears. The subtle brushes of Sesshoumaru's youki overwhelmed her. There was only one other time that she stood so close to the demon lord. And to say his aura was simply overpowering was a definite understatement. It was a reed flute in the dark - eerie and foreboding. It made the whiskers on her muzzle stand on end. Clutched safely to Rin's chest, Kagome could only peer over the girl's arms to watch the battle.

Lashes of green slipped in and out of her vision.

The miko gaped. Wow...

As the multitude of brainless fiends charged from the gaping mouth of the forest, the team held strong. Jaken's flames licked at the monsters' flesh. Bolts of lightning shot from Ah-Un's mouths.

A warm tingle jolted through her tiny system. Familiar heat sparked through her veins, and Kagome sputtered as magenta light flickered to life around her tiny form. W-what?

"Hn."

Steely eyes met her surprised gaze. Gulping audibly, she ducked her head behind the girl's arms. Unwavering, the shimmering aura held firm.

Turning away, Sesshoumaru sliced through the last of the oni. What other secrets are you withholding?

Perplexing Pantomime by CookieAsylum [ Oneshot #41 ]

tacturn — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 05:07:47 GMT

Title: Perplexing Pantomime
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: OneShot #41 - Beginner's Luck
Genre: General
AU/CU: CU
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1354
A/N: Part six of my series, A Feline Fiasco.
Summary: … In which charades is sometimes necessary
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

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Tiny claws gripped the checkered kimono like a lifeline.

Rin, her mind began, you know, I think you're adorable and the sweetest thing in the world. But please! Can you put a little less bounce in your step? I think you're going to drop me.

Still, the little girl skipped on, oblivious of her nauseous cargo. Lilting tunes hummed from her lips as she kicked up grass and dirt in her wake. Jaken, already subjected to her playtime, grumbled a few steps back. A wreath of daisies draped daintily over his slimy head. Ah-Un chirped, parading about in the departure of the storm - also sporting a few flowers in their harness. And ahead, leading his rag-tag group of followers, the inu-daiyoukai guided them across the territory. Destination? Hell if she knew...

As they were marching by a bubbling creek, ebony ears couldn't help but pick up the sound of her rumbling tummy.

Patting the girl's cheek, Kagome blinked

"Nyaoh?"

Rin paused. "What's wrong, kitty?"

Azure orbs turned to watch the dark shadows of fish beneath the water's surface.

Her stomach grumbled louder.

"Rin and Rin's kitty is hungry, Jaken-sama," the girl piped.

Kagome meowed.

Balking at the idea, the imp clomped a foot against the earth.

"You just ate at daybreak! Why do you need to eat more, silly human?" Bulbous eyes glared at the black kitten in her arms. "And you! Why do you need to eat? Hmph! Stealing scraps from the Great and Terrible, Lord Sesshoumaru! Why, you're lucky he ack-!"

Inwardly, Kagome sniggered. And that, folks, is what we call a 'Jaken-pancake'.

Squished beneath those leather soles, Jaken squalled futilely before flopping in defeat. No point in fighting his lordship's reprimands. It only made the punishments more severe.

"Jaken."

The imp gulped, prying himself from his place in the dirt.

"Y-yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

"Get fish for Rin."

Jaken whimpered.

˚˚˚---˚˚˚

In a matter of minutes, Rin and Jaken were wading around in the cool waters, hands itching to get ahold of one of the slippery critters. Clothes hiked up around her knees, Rin was too busy splashing around to be much help. And somewhere in the chaos, Jaken croaked out a firm warning. Something about foolish humans and uncooperative fish.

Kagome sat on the bank, bobbed tail thumping against her rump. The water looked like fun, but she could do without the floating downstream. The current looked too strong for someone her size. I'm not human anymore. I have to be careful, she thought with a sigh.

Peering over her shoulders, something else caught her eye.

More like someone else.

Leaning back against a wide tree trunk, Sesshoumaru seemed to pay no mind to the squeals of his retainer or his ward. And though his eyes were closed to the world around him, she could make out the slight twitch of his ears every now and then. Mokomoko-sama lay off to the side, ruffling in the cool, afternoon breeze. His single arm draped over a raised knee. He seemed to be basking in the shade of the tree's sprawling branches, hiding away from the scorching summer sun.

Kagome paused, tilting her head to the side. He looked so different - more calm and relaxed. With the sun beating down on the group, it made sense that even he wasn't totally immune to the elements. He was probably working up quite a sweat in all that armor and silk. It seemed youkai weren't as tough as they claimed to be.

Glancing at the occupied child, the unfortunate teen saw this as her chance. An opportunity to try to explain to the cold lord what had happened to her. And - hopefully - get her back to her friends in one piece.

Stupid Naraku and his stupid tricks, her thoughts hissed.

Underbelly brushing against the ground, she carefully inched her way to his booted foot.

"Hn. What are you scheming, cat?"

Kagome squealed.

Oh, come on! she started. Don't be so harsh! Why do you think I'm always up to no good? Seriously! I just came over to talk to you, and you think I'm scheming something? Have a little faith.

Too bad it all came out in a flourish of mews and chirps.

Sesshoumaru sneered, flexing his claws.

"Silence. Your constant chatter irritates this one's ears. Surely there are some mice for you to chase - elsewhere," he implied.

Anything to be rid of this squeaking hairball.

Kagome pouted, stamping a tiny black paw on his boot. Pay attention!

The daiyoukai glared.

Swallowing a bubble of unease, Kagome carefully clambered onto his foot. She stomped her paw once more. Okay, I need you to listen. Please.

A flick of a finger, and she tumbled right back into the grass.

"MEOW!!"

He sniffed. "Go bother someone else, feline."

You say it like it's a bad thing? her mind quipped. Okay, sure, being turned into a cat wasn't her ideal way to start the summer, but it could have been a lot worse. At least she could say she was alive. Naraku couldn't count her down and out just yet.

Claws digging into his hakama, she scaled up his leg like a gecko.

The daiyoukai wrinkled his nose in disgust. The little thing was determined! It clung to him like a gnat on fly paper. He attempted to rid himself of the little parasite, shaking his leg to jostle its grip. Too bad those claws hooked deep into the expensive fabric. He could feel the tiny sting of its claws on the inside of his leg. Already, the threads were tearing beneath the creature's clutches. And when the kitten had finally procured a place on his lap, tiny paws thumping against his breastplate, he couldn't help but stare down at the offending fuzzball.

Pay attention! Pay attention! Hey! I'm talking to you! she practically wailed. Paws beating against his armor, there was little else she could do to get his attention. He was her only hope. There was no way Rin would be able to solve her problem. The girl was still too young - too ignorant - to understand what had happened. Jaken… Kagome scowled. Nope. Not going to happen. To ask the imp for help was a good way to end up stuck this way. And if there was one thing she missed, it was being able to walk on two legs.

"Is there something you need?" the inuyoukai seemed to seethe.

Don't be so frustrating. You don't know how lucky you are right now!

Tapping her paw against her temple, thoughts swarmed around her head. There had to be a way to explain her predicament to the daiyoukai. He was smart - or, at least, he acted like he was. Surely he would be able to pick-up on some simple gestures and actions and-!

I'm a genius!

Waving a paw in front of his face, she let out a quick squeak before leaping onto his raised leg. Looking back, golden eyes followed her. Good, she thought, keep your eyes on the kitty. Batting his hand aside, she made herself at home on his knee.

Okay, now watch. It's called Charade's. I'll make an action and you have to guess what I'm doing, she attempted to explain in the best way possible. Remember, this is a matter of life or death. Maybe, with a little beginner's luck, he might recognize something.

Too bad it looked like she was just flailing about. Forelegs flapping about and little chirps slipping from between her fangs, she was making quite a scene.

Sesshoumaru huffed. This was a waste of time.

"Mew!"

Grabbing the back of her neck, the daiyoukai deposited her back onto the grass. Kagome protested audibly; she'd barely even started! She hadn't even gotten the first clue out and he was ready to call it quits! No fair! A firm hand pressed lightly against her back to keep her in place.

No! Wait! Give me a chance!

"Hn. It seems Rin has picked up a possessed pet. You are fortunate that you seem fairly harmless…"

Thoroughly defeated. Kagome sighed, utterly dismissed. That went well.

Chew On This by CookieAsylum [ Drabble #81 ]

tacturn — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 20:23:48 GMT

Title: Chew On This
Author: CookieAyslum
Prompt: Drabble #81 - Blue
Genre: General
AU/CU: CU
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Word Count: Original: 300 words; Untrimmed: 325 words
A/N: Part five of my series, A Feline Fiasco.
Summary: ... Mostly for the dog who has something to gnaw on.
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

---

The night passed with relative ease. The downpour receded sometime near dawn. Dark clouds rolled away in the distance. Jaken had returned successful, firewood stuffed into his clothes to keep from soaking through.

And as the rest of the pack remained asleep, the daiyoukai stayed vigilant.

Or, as vigilant as one could be...

Curious...

Peering at the odd creature, he watched it with careful indifference. Thoughts skittered through his brain like ants, picking at the bits and pieces. The blue-eyed fuzzball snoozed in the safety of his ward's embrace. Smelling of rainwater and feline, the critter's scent irritated the back of his nose. And yet, it was its odor that remained in question.

The dangerous hand draped over his knee clenched.

The cat lacked the natural aroma of domesticated animals gone feral. It didn't smell of sickness or disease. There were no indications of mange or madness. Sesshoumaru sneered; as if he would allow any such beast near his charges. Disease is not what concerns this Sesshoumaru. However, it had been just that. The kitten's natural odor was too clean - too fresh - like untouched parchment. It was as if the creature had never lived in the wilds before. Hadn't lived at all. And yet… A not-so-foreign sensation had been there. There was an energy that flowed beneath its short fur. Tendrils of spiritual power had licked at his skin. The feline's rambunctious flailing sent the tingling aura pulsing in his hands.

Rubbing his fingers together, he recalled the power's sharp prickle.

Stranger still, it had been reiki - miko energy.

This was a mystery.

An animal as a vessel for spiritual energy.

And suddenly, this simple creature didn't seem so… simple.

Where did it come from? Why? What was it?

These questions and more flitted around in his head. Narrowed eyes watched the black kitten sleep undisturbed. The daiyoukai sniffed. You raise many questions, feline, his thoughts rumbled. This Sesshoumaru shall discover them.

Of Brick Walls and Barricades by CookieAsylum [Drabble #77 INSPIRED]

tacturn — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 16:35:01 GMT

Title: Of Break Walls and Barricades
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #77 - Glomp
Genre: General
AU/CU: CU
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Summary: … In which one deals with the stubbornness of dogs.
A/N: Part eight of my series, A Feline Fiasco. Just using the prompt for inspiration.
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

---

After suffering through another of Rin's spontaneous glompings, Kagome was ready to call it quits. Her fur had been rubbed the wrong way, she'd fallen from Ah-Un's saddle sometime during their hike, and the callous daiyoukai still refused to give her the time of day.

Kagome pouted.

Things weren't progressing as she originally planned. He was so stubborn! After her botched attempt at charades, he had completely dismissed her. Possessed?! I'm not possessed! she griped. I'm trapped! Trapped in this form, and you are too pig-headed to help me! You and your brother are more alike than you would think.

The Mighty Hunter by CookieAsylum [ Drabble #38 INSPIRED ]

tacturn — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 02:03:29 GMT

Title: The Mighty Hunter
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Weekly Perfection #38 - Focus
Genre: General
AU/CU: CU
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Summary: … In which the fearsome predator stalks her oblivious prey.
A/N: Part seven of my series, A Feline Fiasco. Just using the prompt for inspiration.
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

---

Little rump wiggling in the air, black paws kneaded the loamy earth. Azure eyes caught her unsuspecting victim in their crosshairs. Transformed into the perfect predator, she would take this moment to practice what meager skills she had hopefully acquired.

Target in sight, her thoughts eagerly whispered.

One step.

Two.

And in a graceless leap, she latched onto the fleecy Mokomoko-sama. Harmless teeth took clumps of the fur into her jaws. Now I've got you!

It was the loud clearing of a throat that stole her focus from her helpless prey.

"Feline."

Kagome flinched. Edging away, she sulked.

Spoiled sport.

Of Cats and Conniptions by CookieAsylum [Child's Play Challenge]

tacturn — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 21:32:54 GMT

Title: Of Cats and Conniptions
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Child's Play Challenge -- Peek-a-boo
Genre: Humor
AU/CU: CU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1000
A/N: Part four of my series, A Feline Fiasco.
Summary: ... In which pirates are better than ninjas.
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

... Wow. I'm out of practice... -_-;

---

He materialized just as a bolt of blue light split the sky.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! Her mind cried. Could nothing go her way? For once - just once - she wished that Fate was on her side. And yet, standing at the mouth of the cavern in a blaze of pristine glory, she was definitely the butt of some bored god's jokes. There was no way she was prepared to deal with the daiyoukai. At least, not yet. Kagome hissed, slithering deeper into Rin's embrace. Maybe with luck, he wouldn't see her. With her stark black fur, she kept close to the shadows. Light brushes of his carefully concealed youki prickled her short fur. Lips twitching threateningly, Kagome could do little to quell the kittenish chirps sneaking past her fangs.

"Jaken."

The cool baritone of his voice was so smooth, like rich chocolate. It was warm hands stroking her spine. Her bobbed tail twitched. But those sharply narrowed eyes said otherwise. Frozen orbs of gold, they caught her in the crosshairs of his gaze. It was like playing peek-a-boo in a see-through room - no point in playing if your opponent can already see you. Hiding was officially out of the question.

Yep.

There was a definite lack of ninja blood in her veins.

No wonder she preferred pirates.

But I'm not going down without a fight! The girl all but became one with the child's kimono.

Scurrying from his place beside Ah-Un, the imp practically threw himself to the youkai lord's feet. The Staff of Two Heads clattered loudly against the hard ground. Her black ears twitched unpleasantly. Kagome sneered, Bumbling kiss-ass. Blathered compliments gushed from his beak. And peeking out from her little bunker, the kitten-girl watched the daiyoukai with a critical eye. Composed of a firm silence and a warrior's air, he bore down on the imp with indifferent impatience.

"Go fetch more firewood."

Jaken choked.

Sparing a glance towards the opening of the cave, a tidbit of Kagome's heart went out to the poor vassal. But only a teeny bit. Not even he should be forced to go out in that hurricane. The storm had become more violent than before. It snarled across the land. Heavy rain lashed against their shelter. A sudden flash of lightning lit up the night, followed by the hungry roll of thunder mere moments later. It was a deluge of epic proportions, and poor Jaken was a willing victim to his lord's whims.

"B-b-but, my lord! Y-you can't be-!" the imp stuttered.

"Dry firewood, Jaken."

The kappa stumbled about before finally dashing out into the torrential downpour.

And from her hiding place, Kagome watched as the daiyoukai settled down on the other side of the fire, oranges and yellows dancing across the fine silk. That strange drapery of fur cushioned his back. Seemingly untouched by the storm, it seemed that Nature herself was afraid to sully his grand appearance. Drumming her tiny paws against the earth, she glared down at her puny claws. She, being the tiny kitten in his sight, was the ant under his boots. He was so much taller now, and Kagome realized she would probably fall over backwards trying to look him in the eye.

She sniffed, glowering at him from under Rin's sleeve.

Stupid dogs!

"This Sesshoumaru can smell your stink, feline. Come out," he commanded.

He's not even looking! her thoughts screeched. And he wasn't. Eyes closed to the world around him, he hadn't looked at her since entering their meager shelter. Measly claws against the ground. The unfortunate miko opted to remain in the safety of his ward's arms. He wouldn't hurt Rin. And I don't think he'd wake her either... I hope.

"Otherwise, you shall force this Sesshoumaru to retrieve you himself."

Short fur prickled like little quills. How rude! her mind squawked. Darn dogs; always so bossy! Clambering over Rin's arm, she stomped towards the waiting daiyoukai. Oh! If she were human, she'd give his ears such a scolding! No one was allowed to talk to her like that. At wit's end and already suffering with this unfortunate transformation, Kagome was not in the mood for his 'Holier-Than-Thou' attitude.

A kittenish roar erupted from between her fangs.

Golden eyes snapped open, and her little heart nearly stopped.

"You are trying my patience."

And suddenly, dangling precariously by the scruff of her neck from a deadly hand, she stared cross-eyed at the youkai lord's face. Her hind paws tucked against her stomach. Front legs flailing about, her squalling protests ricocheted in his ears.

"Be silent," he growled.

Kagome stilled.

Don't eat me! Please - please! - don't eat me!

Eyes squeezed shut, the girl heard only the sounds of snuffling breaths and the exhale of air against her fur. Is he… sniffing me? Blue orbs peeked open. Sure enough, Sesshoumaru had that sharp nose pointed in her direction. Nostrils flaring slightly, the hapless miko waited out his inspection. Not like she could do much else.

And as quickly as it started, he was done.

"Hn."

Hanging limply from his grip, one ear twitched in frustration. After startling 10 years off her - already questionable - lifespan, all he had to say for it was 'hn'. Surely, this was a joke!

"MEOW!"

Yep! Any minute now, Kagome would wake to the sound of Miroku's customary morning slap. Sango would storm off into the woods to gather firewood, grumbling and griping about perverted monks and wandering hands. Shippo and Kirara would take turns rifling through her backpack. And Inuyasha, in all of his temperamental glory, would storm into camp and demand his breakfast.

Yep, it's all a dream, her mind hummed nervously. A very, long and fantastical dream, but I do believe I am quite ready to wake up now. So, come on, rise and shine!

As her butt plopped unceremoniously back onto the hard ground, she knew this was no dream.

And with suspicious eyes cutting at her, this was only the beginning...

Unannounced by CookieAsylum [ Drabble #67 ]

tacturn — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 21:29:42 GMT

Title: Unannounced
Author: CookieAsylum
Prompt: Drabble #67 - Sever
Genre: General
AU/CU: Canon
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
A/N: Part 3 of A Feline Fiasco, where Kagome is transformed into a cat and enlists the unlikely aid of the daiyoukai.
Summary: ... In which one deals with unexpected circumstances.
Link: http://dokuga.com/fanfiction/story/3032/1

---

Turning on his heel, the cold lord left the mismatched group in a flourish of fine silk. Inwardly, he scoffed. It was not his duty to keep tabs on their hapless miko. That was his half-mongrel sibling's problem. To have lost her was no fault but their own.

Even so, the girl was essential for Naraku's destruction...

And as he landed outside his pack's chosen shelter, his youki burning the remnants of the deluge from his clothes, an unfamiliar presence reached his senses. The severing stink irritated his nose. Lip twitching minutely, a frigid curse echoed through his thoughts:

Cat.

Kitten Kaboodle by CookieAsylum [drabble #66]

tacturn — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 21:27:06 GMT

Title: Kitten Kaboodle
Author: CookieAsylum
Theme: Drabble #66 - Mesh
Word Count: 400
Genre: General
Rating: K
Universe: CU
Summary: A full belly, a nice fire, and a nap. Can it get any better than this? Nope, it just got worse..
Warning: None
A/N: Part two of my series titled, A Feline Fiasco.

---

It was a stroke of fortune.

Belly full of fresh fish and clean water, things had certainly changed for the better. Her pink tongue licked the remnants of dinner from her whiskers. Wriggling up the little girl's shoulders, an instinctive purr thrummed in her chest. Kagome knew how lucky she was. It would be unkind to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, in her case, a little girl in a checkered kimono who trailed behind one of the most powerful youkai the miko had ever seen. Yep, karma was definitely out to get her. Good or bad, she wouldn't worry about that right now. At the moment, she had an adorable child to thank for saving her. Kagome burrowed her head beneath Rin's chin, all too pleased to be in slightly familiar company.

Better than being outside...

Beyond the mouth of the cave, the storm raged. Angry growls of thunder echoed across the sky. Claws of lightning speared the earth, illuminating the night in hues of blue and gold. The kitten hissed, swiping her baby talons at the elements.

A pair of gentle hands carefully lifted her from her perch.

"Here we go!" chirped Rin, setting the feline near the fire. "Jaken-sama made a nice fire for kitty and Rin. Didn't you, Jaken-sama?"

The imp harrumphed. "Sesshoumaru-sama will not be pleased."

"You worry too much, Jaken-sama. Sesshoumaru-sama won't mind."

"Feh!!"

Lord Sesshoumaru. There was a topic she hadn't thought about yet. Images of green mist and corrosive saliva jolted her memory. The kitten gulped fearfully. Watching him in battle was a sight to behold. A small shiver chased down her spine, making her fur stand on end. She knew how much he tolerated the Panther Tribe - none, whatsoever. There was a reason why dogs and cats didn't mesh well. It did little to quell the sudden unease she felt. Kagome could only hope that he might be able to shed some light on her current predicament. Or at least point me in the direction of my friends, she sulked.

Padding closer to the fire, she curled into a ball of black fluff. Sun-kissed arms looped around her until she was buried against Rin's neck. A lullaby of hushed snoring entered her triangular ears. Heavy lids veiled her tired eyes. Surrounded by warm arms, Kagome knew she was in good hands.

Or, that's what she thought...

"Jaken."

Uh oh.

The Cat's Meow by CookieAsylum [ Drabble #101 ]

tacturn — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 21:19:55 GMT

Title: The Cat's Meow
Author: CookieAsylum
Theme: Omen
Genre: General
Word Count: 500
Rating: K+
Universe: CU
Summary: As luck would have it, Kagome's just been dealt an awful hand. But perhaps, things aren't always as bad as they seem...
Warning: This is part one of a tale titled, A Feline Fiasco.

---

Peering from under wide leaves, she frowned at the dark clouds amassing in the sky. The distant rumble of thunder made her delve deeper into the thicket. How she hated storms. the crash of lightning and the roar of rolling clouds made her cower like an injured animal. Black ears lying flat against her skull, she curled into a tiny ball of ebony fur. She buried her nose into her pelt, silently wishing for a long tail to loop over her paws.

Why is it always me? she thought. A whimpered mew slipped past brand new fangs. Kagome was in a bind. Trapped in a form not of her own making, she could only wonder if the others were looking for her. Not that they'd have much luck. They're looking for the human me... And human she was no longer. She assumed it was a product of the latest battle with Naraku. So busy dealing with lower-class youkai, she hadn't noticed that she had gotten separated from the rest of her group. And in the shadows of the night, her human eyes were blind to the black feline stalking her from behind. Only when the sharp bite of claws tearing into her back did she finally take notice of all her surroundings. By then, her vision was fogged by tall grass and mud.

Next, nothing...

She woke hours later, the sun just cresting the treetops. The grass seemed to high, and the mud, so very thick. It had taken her nearly the remainder of the day to reach solid ground. And by then, she was all too keen on what she had become. A tiny, black bobtail stared back at her from a reflection in a shallow pool. Whatever had occurred, transforming into this useless ball of fluff wasn't doing her any favors.

The thunder drew nearer, and Kagome burrowed herself further into the underbrush. And as she stared out, a pair of earth-brown eyes and a child-like smile stared back.

Kagome stilled.

"Meow?"

"Jaken-sama! Look. I found a kitty!" cried the little girl. The child knelt down, smudging her clothes with dirt and grass stains. Holding out her hand, the girl twiddled her fingers just close enough for Kagome to bat at them with her tiny paws.

"Bah! Silly human! Don't mess with that filthy animal. Sesshoumaru-sama does not approve of felines," the imp squawked.

'Jaken-sama'? 'Sesshoumaru-sama'? It couldn't be! A bubble of hope swelled in her chest. Carefully, Kagome crawled out from within her hiding place, casting a curious look at the pair. That surly imp was waving around that weird staff, trying to usher the girl back into a nearby cave. That checkered kimono never looked so cute.

And while the storm on the horizon had been an ill omen, the smiling face in front of her seemed like a blessing. Play this right and maybe... just maybe... I can fix this.

Sitting up on her hind paws, she raised one paw to her chest and mewed...

[ The End Of Yesterday ]

tacturn — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 01:51:03 GMT

I had my first classes of college today. Honestly, they weren't bad. I kind of enjoyed them. I'm glad I was able to plan out my schedule to where I don't have classes on Fridays. I hope I can do that next semester. I like having three-day weekends. I think it will make doing work a lot easier, but I have yet to really start my workload. I bet that when the professors finally get started, I'll be so overloaded with stuff to do I'll drop dead.

... I certainly hope not... It's not a pleasant thought.

Anyways, I had Space Research at 2:15 in the afternoon. I loved having that class. I don't have early morning classes on Tuesdays or Thursdays, so it's great. And since it's a studio class, I'm mostly doing work with my hands (building and crafting stuff together). I've gotten my first project and I'm going to have to decide which kind of sculpture I want to make, but it's got to be made out of cardboard. Bleh!

Then, I had Focused Inquiry, which is kind of like an english class, but not really. I think it's more analytical than a normal English class. I think there's more delving into the meaning of the literature and trying to figure out why the author wrote it that way. Fun! *sarcasm* It kind of puts me in the mind of IB English all over again.

NOOOOOOOOEZ!!!!

Well, that's college.

[ One Liners ]

tacturn — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 01:33:46 GMT

I had something important to say...
I guess it just slipped my mind.

[ You Call Venting... ]

tacturn — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:42:31 GMT

I call it "Screaming through the Internet at people who are too dim to understand another's point of view".

-cough-

Allow me to explain:

Subject A posts a couple awesome pictures of some werewolf characters on a Werewolf forum ( I want say the title). You, as a viewer and finding the pictures very appealing, comment politely about how neat they are, but mention that you have no desire to join the forum because you don't want to play a male werewolf. Subject B, another frequenter of the same forum, says that you don't have to be a male and that there are female characters. You later respond that you think it's unfair that female werewolves cannot have children (because when they shift, they miscarry. Thus, they are incapable of carrying children to term) and that you think that it defeats one of the purposes of playing a female character. Then, you have Subject C jump in and say that because "the reason you won't join is because a female character can't have kids? Lame!" while Subject be says that "you think the ONLY purpose of a female character is to have kids?".

There we have it. The start of the problem.

In this... discussion, it seems that not only was I the level head in this conversation, it also shows that people do not know how to have a mature conversation. I was merely pointing out an observation. While they responded like indignant six-year olds, using undertones to claim that I'm sexist. Which I'm not. I know this might sound like a stretch, but I would like to think I'm not sexist (People I know got mad at me for being a feminist). However, they failed to notice something in my speech. I said "one of the purposes". I did not think that the female character was only meant for breeding. They completely misunderstood. I merely said that if I wanted to join the forum, how would I make a female character who could handle that kind of loss if she really wanted a kid? Would I make her cold and callous to a point where, despite falling in love with another being (human or werewolf), that she would never be able to give that person a child? As these people probably aren't sterile in real life (they might be, I don't know), how do they know what that is like? Do they know how they would react if they were not able to have kids and they really wanted one?

In my reading up on werewolves and having several werewolf characters already (and a book on the way), I would want my characters to be able to have kids. In all my stories, my werewolves are born - not bitten, or mauled - and they speak, understanding human speech and having the capacity to speak it as well. It kind of... bothered me that, not only were these werewolves bi-ped, but that the females could not have children. Now, I know that can be a common theme in some dark fantasy books: female vampires are rare because they have problems with the transformation; female werewolves don't exist because they can't carry the children. Just some examples. I've always liked the idea of a female werewolf being the heroine of a story, but being a gentle mother at the same time. Is that wrong? To wish for a character to be strong and soft at the same time?

Apparently.

So, to solve this problem, I simply chose not to respond. It was better than creating an all-out argument out of something I could careless about. If she wants to make her werewolves walk on four legs. That's fine (but those are called wolves, not "werewolves"). If she wants to make her females not able to get pregnant. That's fine too.

I just won't RP there.

-Howl at you later

[ What A Wonderful Summer ]

tacturn — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 01:25:40 GMT

Well, the end is in sight. I have two weeks until I have to go to college. Let's get a recap of my summer thus far:

- Flew to Florida with my Grandma to drive her car up to Michigan
- Went to Busch Gardens of Williamsburg to ride some roller coasters ( total kicka$$ )
- Went back to Florida for a 50th anniversary for my Great Aunt
- Drove up to Canada for my step-grandfather's funeral

And all of this was done between June 16 - August 3rd. My summer was completely shot. I had practically no "Me Time". Then again, Dad kept pestering me to get a job. So, instead of working, I'm volunteering at the Obama Campaign office down the road from my house. It's pretty cool. I get out of the house for a bit and Dad leaves me alone... more the most part. lol

And that art project, ILLUMINATION, was a flop. I completely bombed it. Turns out, I was supposed to design an outfit; not an image on the front of a t-shirt.

Oh well. I just want to leave already.

x.x

- Salut!

tacturn — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:12:35 GMT

First art project of my Freshmen college year and school hasn't even started yet. But here's the low-down...

ILLUMINATION
Wearable Art Fashion Show Call For Artists

I had to find a way to incorporate the theme of light and the number or value of 30.

I went through a couple ideas before I settled on anything. I really liked how my final design came out. It originally had a single light bulb, but that seemed so lame. Instead, I changed the idea to 30 lights powered by life energy.

That's my basic stuff for what's been going on.