2011 Holiday Requests!

[thegeneralgirl]

REQUESTS CLOSED.

(Because I'm lazy. Unless I love you.
You guys know who you are.)

Expect your fill anytime
from now until December 25th.

Comments

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

IASLFDK THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING ICHIRUKI.

THANK
YOU
SO
MUCH.

HELLOOOOOOO.

[unicorn-paige.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Dick (and some daddy Bats, if you want)
Prompt: Trollin, Batcave

Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Dick/Artemis
Prompt: secret identities

(AND CAUSE I LOVE YOU AND AM LAWLING AT YOU AND SARA.)

Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Prompt: the silence after battle

the silence after battle

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

This is terrible. BLAME BEING DISTRACTED BY YOUR ADORABLE SISTER AND CAROL'S ADORABLE SON.

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Everything is quiet. It always is, after the rush of adrenaline fades and his body starts recognizing the bruises, the cuts and scrapes and gashes bleeding red, and suddenly he aches all over when five minutes before he ‘d felt invincible; he was invincible. The silence is never the same—there are different silences for every victory, every defeat. But to Ichigo—to Ichigo the silence has always been for waiting. It’s an automatic thing: he tenses up, freezes, the weight of Zangetsu heavy in his hand, one ear cocked, always listening for the sound of her voice, for a piece of praise, never given lightly, when he’s done well, or admonishment whenever he’s being particularly stupid—a ready lecture, words and a kick to the head when he needs it the most.
Even now, when he fights most of his battles alone and she may be hundreds of miles, an entire world away he still listens.

And in return, in the corners of his heart, she always answers without fail.

Re: the silence after battle

[unicorn-paige.livejournal.com]

LIES. ALL LIES. THIS WAS WONDERFUL. I SHOULD DISTRACT YOU MORE OFTEN!

Seriously, though. I love him thinking he's invincible, or that he was. AND THAT HE ALWAYS LISTENS FOR RUKIA. FJKDASLFDJSKALF. SO BEAUTIFUUUL!!!!

Sick - Dramione

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

ahfksdj I'm so fail at this. ;n; Sorry for the lateness and I didn't really use all your prompts. u.u" Also: DID NOT KNOW DRACO AND HERMIONE WERE GOING TO BE SO HARD TO WRITE.

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When Draco got sick last week, Hermione, being the well meaning girlfriend that she was, decided to stop by with some necessities.

“Wizards have got flying broomsticks and teleportation devices; you’d think someone would've gotten to inventing a cure for the common cold already,” she commented from his bedroom door.

Draco, sprawled across his expensive silk sheets in his antique four-poster bed looked as if he was in the very grips of death. One hand clutched a blanket to his chest and the other covered his mouth as he coughed, weakly, feebly into his cupped fingers.
Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I’ve got some soup, some warm coffee, and Robitussin for your cough,” she set the Styrofoam tray and thermos on the bedside table and the bags on the floor, “along with some extra medicine just in case the dose the Healers gave you runs out.”

There were several more pathetic coughs from Draco before grey eyes finally opened. He took several slow blinks, and then closed them again.

Hermione merely looked down at him, arms crossed. It only took her ten seconds of staring until Draco caved.

“You know, proper girlfriends would have professed their undying love and concern for me by now.”

She laughed, taking the Robitussin out of the packaging and measuring out the necessary dosage. “Why don’t you go back to Pansy, then?”

Draco made a face that quickly turned into a sneeze before groaning. This time the misery in his eyes was genuine.

Sighing, Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed, her voice softening, “Do you want your medicine first or the food?”

Draco sat up, eyeing the bottle distrustfully. “I’m not taking muggle medicine,” his expression turned sly, “not unless I get a kiss from my bossy girlfriend first.”

In response, Hermione merrily jammed the tiny tumbler full of medicine down his throat. Draco choked over the fake cherry taste. “Are you sure this isn’t going to kill me, woman? It’s more horrible than your half-giant’s newt tail stew.”

“Oh shut up, you fruit-cake.” And with that, she pressed a kiss to his lips that washed the sickly sweetness of the medicine away.

Re: Sick - Dramione

[pandastacia.livejournal.com]

It's okay! I thought it was cute & amusing. :3

[(Anonymous)]

Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Sasusaku
Prompt(s): "Stop treating me like ramen." "I'm sexy and you know it." "Wild hearts never break."

Fandom:Hunger Games
Pairing: Peeta / Katniss
Prompt(s): "Strawberry fields forever." "Yes? No? What the hell!?!"


Thank you for this! meantimegirl from ffnet.

Re: Sick - Dramione

[cutecrazyice.livejournal.com]

♥

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

[indira14.livejournal.com]

Oh my Hokage. I CAN'T EVEN. ;_; why do you do this, annie, WHYYY

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

[indira14.livejournal.com]

OKAY. OKAY. I'M OKAY NOW. (I think... T_T) Time for a proper comment, whee~ EXCUSE ANY INCOHERENCY ON MY PART.

Annnniiiieee. Annniiiieee. This is going to sound totally absurd and creepy and ridiculous but I like saying your name - it conjures up images of white kittens and pretty, pretty food! ♥ I did not expect to get such a wonderful, wonderful drabble for my birthday and wish I had been here to reply sooner! ;_; I'm sorryyy - I was lost in a mountain somewhere, and then... I come back and I find this and my Inbox flooded and it's a bit overwhelming, really. In a good way! :')

Thank you so much - how did you know that that moment was the one that had me flailing alll over this ship like no one's business? I never really saw it between them before that, tbh. This was so perfect, especially because it's from Sakura's POV - she's so... IDK. Accepting? Silently hurting? Resigned? I can't put a finger on it, but I'm so sad for her rn. I really think you do her character justice, Annie!

the snake, the snake never once looked back. - IHUSOMUCH, SASUKE. COME BACK HOOOME ALREADY. sexy threesome love is waiting for youuu

AND THAT LAST SENTENCE. BWAHHH. ;_; Thank youuu so much, Annie! I love it<3

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

LOOOL.

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST ICONS INDIRA? WHY?

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

[cutecrazyice.livejournal.com]

I STALK YOUR JOURNALS. THIS COMMENT IS SO LONG AND SHINY DFGHJKL.

Re: Sasuke/Sakura - Building Bridges

[elle-blessing.livejournal.com]

I fail at life. I read this when you first posted it and LOVED it, but was on my iPhone at work and couldn't easily reply. I've only just found the email notification of your comment that I saved and am finally here to say thank you so, so much for writing this!

I really do love it. I really love the way it's both sombre and quiet (like when it's snowing softly in the mountains at night, no wind; just a quiet, waiting stillness), and that despite the seeming hushed heaviness that you described and feel throughout, there's a contentment there too. Lovely.

Thank you so much for writing this! I really appreciate it!

Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

She catches his eye immediately. Which is rare, because most women that he finds himself interested in, drawn to, are loud, are messes right down to the glitter smearing into their sweat-slicked skin. They’re everyday tragedies and he thinks it’s fucking hilarious, going up close and framing stories of what’s wrecked their little lives.

This girl, though, she is small, would barely make it past his collarbone, and she makes no noise as she stands stock-still in the middle of the crowded plaza. He can only see her back from where he stands, and his eyes follow the her spine’s inward arch, her bowed head and the flash of vulnerable white skin her short hair reveals at the base of her neck. She isn’t a spectacle, but he can feel the devastation from her clenched fists and bent back anyhow.

She looks up, her arm raising in supplication towards someone that he can’t see, before it falls to her side again. The movement makes her braids ripple down her back, and the plain white ribbons tying them at the ends flutter.

Grimmjow smiles, and begins to walk toward her.

He can see her more clearly now, as the crowd parts to let his six feet one frame through. He’s an intimidating guy-Grimmjow gets that; it’s probably got something to do with the large scar stretching across one side of his jaw.

His grin widens at the thought.

He’s almost there, she’s maybe three feet away, when she says Yoruichi-sama! in a low, broken voice.

There’s a story there that he wants to hear.

Another few steps and she’s within reach. He reaches out and tugs on one of her ribbons. She turns, and Grimmjow can see her narrowed eyes, her snub of a nose wrinkled in ready distaste.

His grin sharp, he begins. “Hey, woman.”

Ichigo/Rukia - "ALL EXPOOOOOOOOSED!"

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

Rukia doesn’t know why Ichigo is freaking out.

She’d been waiting for him to finish his shower, and the boy always took so long that she’d taken her bath at Urahara’s and made her way back before he was done. The girl had been quietly reading manga on his bed when Ichigo had come in, taken one look at her, and started spluttering incoherently.

Rukia isn’t sure if she should be annoyed or concerned, so she settles for a combination of the two: “Stop acting stupider than usual—what’s wrong with you?”
Ichigo chokes, eyes bugging out of his head, and manages to spit out a strained, “What are you wearing?”

She blinks, looking down at the worn flannel shirt she has on; Yuzu’s pajamas were in the wash and she’d seen the edges of it peeking out from a pile of clothing in his closet.

Finally, Rukia answers, “A shirt.”

“Correction, my shirt. And put some pants on for god’s sake.”

She scowls, “It’s not like you’re using it, doofus. And I do not have a clean pair of pants left. All of yours were too big.”

“You tried on my pants?”

Rukia gets up, and the movement bunches the fabric for a moment and flashes Ichigo an indecent amount of bare thigh. The boy looks like he’s stopped breathing.

“What’s your problem?” she reiterates with a scowl, moving closer to peer at him with suspicious eyes.

If possible, Ichigo flushes even harder, backing up as Rukia encroaches on his shrinking personal space. His back hits the door.

“My problem is that you’re walking around practically—practically naked. What if my sisters saw? What if my dad saw?”

Rukia leans back, miffed, “Well, if you have a problem with it, you should go buy me more clothes.”

Her face brightens at the thought of all the bunny themed pajamas she’d seen in one store window, “You could take me shop-ping.” She says the word like it’s something foreign and exotic.

Ichigo tips his head heavenwards with a groan and Rukia knows she has won.

 

A few days later, as he walks behind an excited Rukia laden with shopping bags, wallet much lighter than it’d been that morning, Ichigo knew he shouldn’t have agreed. Oh well, anything to get her to stop parading around his room all…exposed.

A voice that sounded suspiciously like Kon’s whispers in the back of his head, do you really? and an image of Rukia, wearing only his old shirt—all white skin and bare legs—flashed across his vision.

Ichigo shakes his head hard, and reminds himself to steer her away from any stores that sold lingerie.  

 

 

 

 

Re: Ichigo/Rukia - "ALL EXPOOOOOOOOSED!"

[dictionary-ink.livejournal.com]

DYING LAUGHING OVER HERE AND I PROBABLY LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT.
BUT.
I LIKE THIS VERY MUCH.

Thank you for making my morning. <3
(Seriously needed it, we're about to set up the Christmas tree.)

Re: Ichigo/Rukia - "ALL EXPOOOOOOOOSED!"

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh, I'm glad you liked it!
(Is setting up the Christmas tree bad? ouo )

Re: Ichigo/Rukia - "ALL EXPOOOOOOOOSED!"

[dictionary-ink.livejournal.com]

It's just... trying.
Very very trying.

Re: Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

[indira14.livejournal.com]

...so pretty. /stares

No. Seriously. Prettiness. Annie, you know something? Whenever I read something especially vivid or something with an emphasis on atmosphere, I feel these little bursts and flashes of ~feelings~ that I tend to colour code/associate with certain colours. And this? This was all watercolours. Flowing and transient and so many pretty shades of gray and blue, especially when The movement makes her braids ripple down her back, and the plain white ribbons tying them at the ends flutter. There's something so ~graceful~ about the way you say it, wahhh. @_@

I'M PROLLY NOT EXPLAINING MYSELF VERY WELL BUT, YEAH. I can't think anything beyond, "Wah, pretty... pretty," atm. YOU PROLLY ALSO HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LIKE YOUR GRIMMJOW EITHER, BUT I DO LIKE HIM. A LOT. /dies from pretty *___*

Re: Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

[mylasia.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh, thank you Indira. ;u;