Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in Ultimate Muscle Drabbles' LiveJournal:

Saturday, April 9th, 2005
7:52 pm [kuramaandkarasu]	Fun (Hydrazoa POV; 396 words and PG) He was fun to break… I never thought that crushing a much-esteemed Muscle Leaguer would be so exhilarating. Sure, he’s never won any matches, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t liked and adored by many. Several hundreds of fans thought that his sacrifice against the Pumpinator was… touching. It was a rush when he charged at me, trying to kill me after his companion was sliced and gutted like a fish by Jaeger. His liquid brown eyes shone with a determination and vengeance I had not experienced before that moment… his bulky arms wrapped around me, vainly trying to crush my slippery body… I loved it. I made him bleed, and he came at me again… silly little walrus. He ran at me, and I let my solid form go for but a second, having him become trapped within me. He felt warm, much different than my own cool body. He beat frantically against the membrane of my skin, and he sent rather nice, pulsing sensations throughout my body. Yes… very nice… until that fish was thrown at me! It broke the barrier and set him free! No! I wanted him within me; I wanted that warmth! I decided to fix that problem, and I stretched and manipulated my body, thus turning it into a gigantic magnifying glass. I felt an urge to hurt him, so I did. He was distracted by some emotional drivel, and I burned him, causing every nerve in his body to become… aflame with pain. His screams were sweet to my ears. As he beat desperately to put out the fire, I reverted back to my normal, humanoid form and spread my arms in a welcoming embrace. He came to me, and I thought, ‘His disobedience mustn’t go unpunished…’ I summoned my ‘Verte-Breaker’ to appear at the exact moment he dived into me. The crunch of his bones was most enjoyable, and his blood caused an interesting hue of color to appear within my body. He struggled for a bit, and more crimson appeared within me until he stilled, motionless. How dare he pass out just as I was having fun! I repaid his disrespect to his superior by forcing a wrestling pole halfway down his throat… I dropped him to the ground because his usefulness had come to an end. I hope the next one is as fun to break. ~End~ (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
9:53 am [ms_kinnikufan]	The Stronger Child (gen. about 344 words) The Stronger Child By Ms. Kinnikufan Disclaimer: You know I don’t own the UM characters. “Master Sunshine?” 7 year old Checkmate’s voice interrupted Sunshine’s dreams. “Checkmate, what the hell is it? It’s still sleeping time.” “I need a knife. That big scary one you keep out of reach.” “The machete? Why the hell do you need a machete?” “So I can slit Tyrranoclaw throat.” That statement scent Sunshine’s adrenaline rushing. “Checkmate, I know you and Tyrranoclaw don’t always get along, but slitting Tyrranoclaw throat won’t solve anything.” “Tyrranoclaw asked me to break his neck for him because he couldn’t take his life anymore. He wanted to take a chance on God maybe letting him into heaven despite the fact that he has been such a bad boy. He thought maybe he finally get to see his mother and father. But my hands weren’t strong enough. So now I need the machete to cut Tyrranoclaw throat. That would definitely make him die.” Sunshine pondered on how to react to this secondhand account of Tyrranoclaw suicidal tendencies. He didn’t know why Tyrranoclaw was the one having suicidal tendencies. He was tough on Tyrranoclaw, but he was even tougher on Checkmate. Tyrranoclaw got rocks thrown at him. Checkmate had to dodge knives. Tyrranoclaw was thrown into a pit of wild dogs. Checkmate got tossed into a pit of starving wolves with raw, bloody meat glued to him. He made Tyrranoclaw drown a sack full of kittens. Tyrannoclaw wouldn’t stop crying. He made Checkmate stomped a pregnant cocker spaniel to death. Checkmate had expressed neither tears or regrets. Now Tyrranoclaw had asked Checkmate to kill him instead taking his own life like a man. It was at this moment that Sunshine was the stronger and more evil child. “Checkmate, I’m afraid that I can’t allow you to kill Tyrranoclaw today. Go back to bed.” “But what will I tell Tyrranoclaw? He really seemed to have the desire to die.” “Tell him if he speaks about killing himself again, I’ll beat him so hard that he’ll wish he was dead.” Checkmate obediently went to relay the message. Sunshine went back to a completely guiltless sleep. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, February 18th, 2005
5:06 am [kuramaandkarasu]	Realization (Sunshine/Checkmate... PG-PG13; 359 words) “Nobody touches him but me!” Sunshine shouted, going through the ropes of the ring to Checkmate. “Nobody!” The young medics quickly scurried out of the ex-superhuman wrestler’s way, terrified of what he could do to them, even in his lessened physical state. “He can have that Shakespearean-wannabe,” one of them muttered under his breath. “It’s not like I wanted to deal with that psycho anyway.” Sunshine ignored the comment and knelt down to gently pick up his broken student. “Why…?” Checkmate’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper as he was cradled awkwardly in the larger man’s arms. “I hath forsaken thee…” “Nonsense, a silly mistake, nothing mor–” Blood splatters upon Checkmate’s face, and he blinks to rid it from his eyelashes, only to see a vicious-looking harpoon sticking out of the chest mere inches from his face. “You have failed, Sunshine!” A sinister voice cackled within the arena, “And the penalty for that is death!” Checkmate watched as deep crimson life’s blood flowed off the harpoon and traveled down Sunshine’s yellow chest, feeling something… odd well up inside of him. He vaguely heard Sunshine replying to the evil being, but all he could concentrate about was that dark, dark blood staining that bright skin. He could not recall a time seeing anything marring his instructor’s body… Ever. And now Sunshine was bleeding his life onto the ground. Checkmate was brought back into reality when he felt himself moving through the air, still within Sunshine’s arms. “Sunshine?” Checkmate asked hesitantly, his voice barely audible amongst the ruckus happening around them in the stadium. “I’m going to heal your broken body, and then we shall resume training,” Sunshine said, his voice indifferent as he left a trail of redness behind him as he walked. “Why is thou doing this?” “Because you are my creation, and I won’t let anyone touch what is mine and only mine.” Sunshine’s voice became possessful… protective as he plunged into a dark corridor, unafraid of anything that might lie within them. Checkmate merely stared at the man he had turned his back to not minutes before and realized something: He was right, so utterly right. End (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 13th, 2005
4:02 am [kuramaandkarasu]	Untitled (One-sided Wally/Terry drabble, around 400 words; also, hello!) I chose the seediest part of town to get my piercing. Why? For one reason: So I wouldn’t run into… him. It’s ironic, really, I don’t want to risk running into the very man who inspired me to attempt this act of mutilation upon my body. Maybe I’m just over thinking this, I mean, hundreds of people get a piercing every year, and there have to be some just as weird as me. See, it’s not everyday you see a six-foot, three hundred pound walrus-man getting a nose ring. I think that if Dik Dik and Kid knew what I was doing, they would laugh and say I was being stupid… or they’d have wanted to come along and watch, making silent bets as to when I would chicken out. But what would Terry think? Maybe he would encourage me with a few friendly words and a charming smile? Or would he just laugh and mock me as well? I don’t think I could stand it if he did that. A woman covered in tattoos and leather tells me in a bored tone that I shall have to wait for a while longer because the tattoo/piercing guy was having problems with the previous job. She then leaves me to be alone in the cluttered room with dirt and grime everywhere, making me feel so much better about me being here. Oh well, more time for me to think then, and my mind wanders to a topic that I think more about than anything else: Terry Kenyon. I fell for him at the Hercules Factory, I’m sure of it, and I’ve been obsessed with him every since the day he helped Kid with Boaconda. His pitch black eyes that are always gleaming with determination or mischief; his blonde hair that would put the prettiest princess to shame; the perfect muscular body he was blessed with from birth, all of it is a source of my adoration of him. But it’s his earring that stands out most about him (at least to me anyway); his precious golden earring that shows the world that he doesn’t give a care about what others think and that he will do things his own way. I think that is what utterly captured my heart. That reason, combined with my desperate need to impress him, is why I’m here in this dump. I'd do it only for him. End (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 13th, 2005
10:18 am [ms_kinnikufan]	It's been a while since anybody posted... Humurous little het drabble.. Proposal By Ms. Kinnikufan Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters. Mantaro was determined to make this proposal dead serious. That way she wouldn’t say no. His friends advised him to not come up with his own proposal. They firmly advise him. They very, very, very, firmly advised him not to come up with his own proposal scenario. They “for the love of God Mantaro, don’t come up with your own proposal scenario if you want her to say yes” advised him. But Mantaro was sure he could come up with his own “Ultimate Proposal”. In fact he gathered all his friends and told them of his “Ultimate Proposal”. Dik Dik turned very pale and fainted dead away. Kevin Mask (who happened to be walking by and had overheard the proposal idea) ran to the bushes and threw up. Everyone else was frozen in their tracks excluding Meat. Meat beat him upside the head with a two by four until Mantaro agreed not to use his “Ultimate proposal”. However, Mantaro still simply couldn’t understand why they didn’t like his “Ultimate Proposal” idea. Who didn’t find spider monkeys and dyed pink hamsters cute? Sometime later: Mantaro and Roxanne were having a romantic picnic in the park. Well, this is going better then our last date, Roxanne thought. Last date, Mantaro ended up getting attack by a flock of ducks. They had to go the emergency room. Even afterwards, Mantaro refused to understand that ducks like bread better then cow and rice. Roxanne took a sip of champagne. She felt something sharp lodge in her throat. “GACKT!” Mantaro quickly and ably performed the Heimlich Maneuver. A handsome diamond ring landed in the potato salad. Mantaro clean it off with his sleeve and asked “Roxanne will do me the honor of becoming my wife?” “Mantaro are you serious? The others time you proposed to me, you usually ended up flirting with Jacqueline McMadd afterwards.” “Roxanne. I am dead serious. I am so serious that I’m the most serious man in the history of all, ummm, seriousness.” As he finish, a very live, very squirmy fish (most likely from a pelican flying overhead), landed down the front of Mantaro’s pants. Roxanne stared at the fish. “You know I’m actually used to stuff like this to happening. I guess this means I can live with you. I accept.” “Yay. In your face, God! She accepted!” Mantaro challenged the heavens. Mantaro was very happy. Then a flock of seafood hungry seagulls descended upon him. Yet another date ended with a trip to the emergency room. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
9:35 am [ms_kinnikufan]	New Bone Cold drabble Title: Blood Red Author: Ms. Kinnikufan Rating: R, for mild gore Length: about 415 words Summary: Bone Cold observes the color of blood. ( Read more... ) (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 2nd, 2004
9:01 am [ms_kinnikufan]	Flying Chained (PG, Pre-Chojin Crown, Turbinski, 491 words) Turbinski flew at a high altitude. You would guess someone flying so high would be free, da? No. He wasn’t free. When he flew, flew at heights where he almost had no oxygen, he almost had the illusion of freedom. But he wasn’t free. He hadn’t been free since he was probably a young infant. He wasn’t even sure of that. He could fly a million miles away from where he was and he would still be trapped. The radar bug installed inside of him when he was 15 made sure of that. All he could he remember was the lab in where he was made into what he was now. The lab was backed by government funding, built to create new weapons for the Russian military. Having government backup greatly helped the lab’s slightly illegal activities. One such activity was Turbinski himself. Apparently the lab had brought him from an unscrupulous orphanage to build into a powerful weapon. That’s what they told him anyway. They replaced a lot of his biological part with mechanical parts. They gave him harsh, day in and day out training to be the ultimate airplane chojin. He was the only airplane chojin there. Apparently the governments was only willing to fund one. His only companion, a young aquatic chojin named Hydrozoa, was sold to a private company. Turbinski later learned that the company later went bust and Hydrozoa (and a robot named Road Rage) were sold to the Muscle League at a cheap, cheap, price. He was also bombarded with constant propaganda concerning the military among other things. He was to be the happy, shiny reassurance that, yes, the Russian government only wanted the best for it’s people. They were lies. Turbinski wasn’t that stupid. The government didn’t care about anything but keeping the status quo. Some days, Turbinski couldn’t live with that. On those days he flew so high that he couldn’t breathe and fall to the Earth. But he was always caught. The government didn’t want it’s toy to break. At 15, Turbinski made his most successful attempt at running (flying) away. He had made it as far as South America. He crushed landed on a Brazil Chojin training camp. He made a friend there. His name was Ricardo. He was picked on by the other students because he was abandoned as opposed to orphaned. Of course, it wasn’t meant to last. That damn Pa-Shango contacted proper authorities and Turbinski was dragged back to Russia. They threaten to kill Ricardo if Turbinski tried to maintained contact with him. “But he fellow chojin! Keeping in contact with him could make us both better chojin!” Turbinski protested. “Pa-Shango told us he was a bad seed who was just waiting to sprout. No, we believe that you should have no further contact with him. End of discussion.” That was eight years ago...or was it seven? All the years had seemed the same. For the first time in eight or seven years, he had hope. The hope was called the Chojin Crown. They said if he could take victory there, the government promised to give them more funding to make more chojin like Turbinski. Because they could make more, they promised to let Turbinski be free. If he won that is. Turbinski was determined to win at any cost. He wanted to fly freely for once, not fly chained. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 1st, 2004
8:26 am [ms_kinnikufan]	Profound (barely PG, humorous and het!?!) He should say something profound, Mantaro thought. After all, it was his wedding. But he sucked at words. Every “thank you” and “I love you” came out more crudely then it was intended. How many birthdays, and surprise parties had he ruined with his unintentional crudeness. Besides, how could he express in words how much he loved her? How much he appreciated all the times he stood by him in his various matches? The fact that she didn’t kill him after he accidentally threw up all over her grandmother. I love you Roxanne. I love you so much even though I knew I don’t express quite correctly. I was so happy that you agreed to marry me, even though we both knew I’ll drive you up the wall straight to the ceiling. “Does the groom have anything to say to the bride at all?” The minister interrupted Mantaro’s thoughts. Everyone stared at Mantaro. Okay Mantaro, say something profound. Say something profound. Say something profound with these well dressed people staring at you, some of them you who are your future in-laws and will be judging you based on this very moment for the rest of your natural life. “You’re the tops Roxanne!” Mantaro gave her a double thumbs up. Damn it! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 30th, 2004
4:26 pm [jennyrogue]	What Goes Around - Angst - PG13 What Goes Around 270 words I should have been here. I should have done something. Now he's near death. And it's all my fault. I run over to Kevin's side and cradle him in my arms. I get blood all over my disguise, but it doesn't matter. Everyone here knows who I am inside. "Kevin..." I whisper. He opens up his eyes, a dim yellow glow looking at me, focussing and unfocussing. "Lor-" he catches himself in time, "W-Warsman..." "Da." We were never much for words, even when I was training him. His blonde hair is stained with his blood. I've never seen this much blood in the ring before. The sight of blood never really got to me... but seeing it here, and knowing that it's Kevin's... I hold him in my arms and look up at the person in the ring, Comrade Turbinski holds Kevin's arms over his head like a trophy. The dMp logo blazing brightly on his armour. His eyes are alight with victory and madness. I know that this is my fault. I forced Kevin to use OLAP on him in the Chojin Crown. That move destroyed my fellow Russian Comrade Turbinski and turned him into this - a psycopath hell bent on revenge. Kevin convulses in pain underneath me, his eyes dim slightly. He's going to die. No matter what happens. "Kevin..." I murmur, "I'm sorry." He closes his eyes. I reach out and snap his neck, causing instant painless death, to stop his suffering. I can hear the horrified gasps of the audience around me, but I ignore them. I've heard them before. I hold Kevin's body to mine, "Comrade... forgive me..." *JennyRogue* Current Mood: tired Current Music: Requiem For A Dream - LOTR Mix (1 Comment |Comment on this)