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Icon/fic meme!

Comment to this post, using an icon that you'd like me to drabble about. Doesn't have to be a fandom/pairing icon, I'm capable of writing original drabbles as well.

Edit: Also, to those people that I was talking about how YGO never has police in it or government figures? I wrote a fic based around that here, which is open to as much concrit as you'd like to throw at it. Clearly, I'm in a writing mood today.

Edit Two: Don't feel obliged to repost the meme. XD I know lots of you are really busy, so you can request without needing to repost.

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I hate these memes, I can never choose just one XD Hmm... This one:

Shaadi doesn't cry. He's a ghost. Ghosts don't have tear ducts. You need tear ducts to cry.

But more importantly, you need a heart.

Shaadi doesn't have a heart either.

That's why, when he feels the wetness of tears against his cheeks, he knows that they're not his. Maybe the tears of another ghost temporarily shifting through him -- Yami no Bakura, the Pharaoh, maybe even Yami no Malik -- but not his.

Shaadi doesn't cry. He has nothing to cry about.

I'M NOT OBESSED. I just love the way you write them.

I'M TOO LAZY TO HOTLINK JUST USE THIS ONE I'M POSTING WITH PLZ.

That's okay, that's how you're meant to do the meme anyway! XDDD

cool.

Kakashi's hand feels heavy on Sasuke's head, heavy out of all proportion to its actual weight. It's the reward for doing well, Sasuke knows, a pat on the head, but that's not what it feels like.

It feels like being held back, being pushed down. It feels like Kakashi thinks Sasuke isn't good enough (yet) and wants to keep him in place to keep him safe. To be kept anywhere is not part of Sasuke's plans.

He has a brother to chase; he has a clan to avenge.

Kakashi's hand is heavier than it should be, and it's weighed down with something like affection (Sasuke can't quite remember what love feels like so he's not sure if that's it or if it's just pride and expectations that are pressing down on him). Sasuke could still get out from under it if he wanted, still take off at a run and maybe even make it ten meters before Kakashi caught him again.

He's not even going to try. He'll let the hand stay there, and he'll stay the teacher's pet.

Sasuke deliberately doesn't think about being a child and Itachi being the family's star; he won't let himself wonder if his father ever touched Itachi like this.

He's the teacher's pet right now; he's the star.

And once he catches Itachi, Itachi's going to burn.

But for now -- for now, he'll stay.

Ooh. I like.

Yay! XD

Glad you wrote it.

XD That's what request memes are for!

*points to used icon* Curious what you have in mind, now.

I swear...I'll read the fic, around the time I get back to Aubrey's fic. *dead* And I really should have beta-read for Azurite. I feel like such a bad friend. >D

"Don't leave." Ryuuji whispers the words delicately against Seto's skin, brushing his lips over the soft, fine hairs on the back of Seto's neck. Seto doesn't respond verbally, but his fingers tighten their hold on the handle of his briefcase.

A small giveaway, but enough to encourage Ryuuji. Both arms wrap around Seto's waist now, and Ryuuji rests his head on Seto's shoulder. If Seto wants to walk out of the front door, he'll have to pry Ryuuji off him.

Seto won't be able to do that, even if he wants to. Ryuuji is stronger and more importantly, he has more desire to keep Seto with him than Seto has to leave.

The person with the stronger will (the more real desire) always wins in the end. That is the truth of it, in life like in duelling.

Seto shrugs, as if testing Ryuuji's grasp on him. Reflexively, Ryuuji tightens his hold on Seto and presses a kiss to the side of Seto's throat, right where he can feel the pulse beating strongly, jaggedly.

Good. It means Seto's not as unaffected as he'd like to pretend.

And he hasn't said anything yet either, but that's okay. Ryuuji knows how to interpret Seto's silences.

So he tugs at the collar of Seto's trenchcoat and presses it down, taking the risk of loosening his hold on Seto just enough to switch from standing behind him to standing in front of him. It's easier to kiss Seto like this, to just reach up and tangle his hands in Seto's hair and pull Seto's head down enough for Ryuuji to press his mouth against the other's.

When Seto lets go of the briefcase, it drops onto Ryuuji's foot.

Ryuuji knows Seto did that on purpose, and doesn't care. He keeps kissing Seto anyway. He knows Seto's not going anywhere now. He can keep Seto with him another day.

And one morning, Seto's going to stay without needing any persuasion.

Bruised feet are a small price to pay for that.

If you're going to waste your meager talents writing about someone able to send a lawsuit your way, the least you could attempt is accuracy.

Then why don't you show me how it's done, maestro? You'd be the most able to get the details right, after all!

I'm not going to waste my time with you, because it's inaccurate from the start. The truth of the matter would probably bore the likes of you.

I'll be the judge of that. Come on. Spill the beans. Tell me all about it.

Can't write something accurate if I don't know the truth, right?

We're brothers and have no sexual or romantic interest in each other. At all.

...That's new. Are you sure? Do you have any documents to prove it?

Exactly. If you dropped a briefcase on my foot, I'd kick it to fall on your foot as well.

...I wouldn't stop kissing you, of course, but I still wouldn't just let you get away with it :P

Do you honestly think you would have managed to get your arms around me to start with? You would regret that. If I want to leave, I leave. End of story.

Like hell you would. You know perfecly well that if I wanted you stay, I'd tackle you to the floor and pin you there until you see sense.

You can try leaving; it's just not going to work. No way in hell.

That's assuming you could catch me. If I wanted to leave, I'd wait until you're asleep, then with no explanation, abandon you.

Then I'd track you down, pin you to the floor, demand an explanation and not let you up until I got a good one.

And by good one, I mean "I'm being mindcontrolled, I would never leave you otherwise, please save me".

The only thing you would get out of me is the truth: "I'm sick and tired of you and have left you. It's over. Get off me."

As though I would ever, ever ask you to save me. Stop fantasizing about playing hero, Ryuuji.

And I'd shrug, go cool and point out, "Well, I'm not sick of you yet. Too bad." And kidnap you.

It's not playing hero if it's for someone you love. Hero's are altruistic and saving you would be selfish.

Okay, since I never seriously responded to this, I thought I would do so now.

Except, I can't get myself to say anything, other than I love it. >D You did something cute and light, instead of dark. ♥

Oh yay! XDDD Fluffy-hopeful-happy.

If I drabbled a second part, it would be Ryuuji in hospital with broken toes due to too much briefcase-dropping and Seto sending him flowers and bullying the nurses.

Oh that's hilarious. >D My, my, Seto, you're so abusive. *dead of laughter* Go for it, if you want. >D

*dies* But I already told you how it turns out! XD No point writing it out. BUT I did put another request meme, so you could go there and request something!

Uhhh...I may not have time to stop by that meme and come up with something? For a few days, at least. Maybe Sunday? *crosses fingers*

It's from V for Vendetta. Could be anything though, really.

Fight.

Her blood pounds along her body, and thums like a thousand running feet, marching in rapid synchronization. The air she breathes in is stale but tangy, like metal dipped in cold water. Both hands in front of her, wrapped around a sword, she doesn't watch her opponent's blades but rather, his eyes.

Fight.

The cry from the crowd goes up, spectators kept just out of reach by the iron bars of the cage. It's black around her, dark enough that she can't make them out beyond glimpses of pale skin and white teeth against wide-open, scream-birthing mouths. It doesn't matter. They're not who she needs to focus on.

Fight!

The bell rings, and she strikes forwards, steps into her opponent's personal space, fast and determined and vicious. The flat of his sword hits the side of her bed and clangs like her skull is empty and there is no cushioning flesh between the bone and the blade. She breathes in, a shocked gasp, then launches into another attack.

The bars hit her back, and she can feel hands on her, grabbing at her. She doesn't pay them any attention. Her world is narrowed to herself, her blade, her opponent and her opponent's blade.

Later, there'll be victory and bruises and a trophy.

That's not important. The result is nothing compared to the process.

For now, there's only the fight.

She glories in it -- lives in it, dances it, twists and bleeds for it.

And one day, she'll die for it.

There's no better way to die.

Holy crap, that's perfect. Thank you so much for writing!

*grins* Based it off what I think of you/how you come off to me. Not that I'm saying you'd take up cage fighting or anything but you have a strong personality and come off as a fighter to me, even if not the physical type of fighting. XD

Glad you liked it!

When he's feeling uninspired, Yuki leans out of the window of his apartment and stares down at the people below. En masse, they're overwhelming, just a bustling crowd of self-centered idiots. He picks out a cluster or two, tracks them with his eyes.

Schoolgirls, three of them, giggling and keeping their arms linked as they walk down the street. They put their heads together and laugh, and one of them mock-slaps the other before bowing and apologizing profusely. Happy, friendly and useless for this novel.

A boy on his own, shuffling along sullenly. Even from this distance, Yuki can see the way the boy's shoulders slouch inwards. His stance is both defiant and wary, like the boy is challenging the world but curling in preparation for being kicked.

Yuki rests his chin on one hand and turns his attention to an old lady as the boy disappears from sight. She's ... rich. Must be. She's got bodyguards clustered around her and is vehemently scolding them about something. Or trying to kill a fly with her cane, judging from the way that she's waving it around.

His lips turn downwards, and Yuki lights a cigarette, takes a slow, langorous suck from it and exhales. The grey smoke clouds his vision for a little, and makes the world seem to blur and disappear. He keeps watching anyway, eyes narrowed to try to pierce through the self-made fog.

Yuki's safe up there. Nobody's ever going to (save) see him.

b/c I'm curious.

His mouth is fixed in a grin. So is Bakura's.

Somehow -- possibly because his pants are around his ankles -- the fact that Bakura is sharing his fate isn't much of a consolation.

"This is the Pharaoh's fault!" Marik hisses out of the corner of his mouth as they turn around. He's not sure how, or even why the Pharaoh would do this, but it has to be. Something like Bakura turning people into dolls, maybe.

Marik's eyes are still crinkled shut, so he can't see Bakura's reaction but there's nothing wrong with his ears and he can clearly hear the laughter at his heart-covered tush.

When he gets free from here, Marik vows grimly, he's going to make the damn Pharaoh lick those fucking hearts off.

xDDDD That's great, really.

xDDDDDDDD

I have no dolphin icon, alas. But I could not resist commenting to get more Stephen/Sarah ficcish things from you.

He has blonde hair in this icon - you know you want to mock it. xDDD

When Sarah had told Stephen to take some deaging potion so that Ryuuji would stop making fun of the 'receding hairline', she hadn't anticipated it turning blond. Bleach blond. Glow-in-the-dark blond. Neon blond, even.

"Be more positive, my dear." Stephen informed her as she did her best not to laugh, "At least he cannot complain about the hairline any longer."

Stephen soon came to regret that comment as soon as Sarah started to complain about the color.

On the whole, Ryuuji's comments were easier to take because at least Stephen didn't have to hear about his new hair color while in bed.

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH *DIES DEAD*

Yeah, I totally forgot to leave a comment here, even after I squeed in chat.

Poor Stephen xD Now I want to know what Ryuuji said!

*snickers and pets you* Knowing Ryuuji, something along the lines about how nobody will ever believe that's Stephen's natural hair color.

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Icon/fic meme!

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XD But at least you chose!

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*DEAD* Any chance to get me to write your OTP.

don't worry - i do it with everyone.

I feel so much less special now!

Well, I would have asked for KabuSasu, but I have no icons of them

...Man, now that would have been hard to not make gory.

it would have been hot.

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As it was Fickle's idea....

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Right, I know nothing about the fandom (or the gender of the person in your icon) so...

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OMG. Yuki! *hopes she can do it justice*

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I KNEW SOMEONE WOULD USE A CHIBI ICON! XDDD

BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD TO AND THAT SOMEONE HAD TO BE ME B/C I AM --CHIBI LOVER!.... right. ... *cough*

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*had to mock*

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DEAD Any chance to get me to write your OTP.

OMG. Yuki! hopes she can do it justice

BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD TO AND THAT SOMEONE HAD TO BE ME B/C I AM --CHIBI LOVER!.... right. ... cough

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