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[evocates]

Because everyone is doing it and I'm a sheep. Plus, my brain needs a break from the AU. So.

DRABBLE REQUEST MEME

FANDOMS:
Ouran
Tenipuri
FF7
Bleach
Saiyuki
GW
Naruto

HIT ME. ANY PAIRING IS FINE. ANY RATING. ANY FUCKING THING YOU GUYS WANT AS LONG AS IT'S IN THOSE FANDOMS. I NEED TO BROADEN MY GODDAMN HORIZONS.

No limits for requests. Which means Emi and Cyn can request a bazillion if they want to. Hah.

Public entry just because.

ETA: A list, for I am a neat freak.

Neglected
'Trowa and Wufei double-teaming Quatre' for karabahdream
Protective
'Tamaki-centric, Tamaki/Kyouya' for elvaron
Wet
'Trowa/Wufei, playing with the garden hose' for wrong
Right
'Yanagi-POV, Troika-centric, Yukimura's release from hospital' for vacivity
Silly Boy
'Yoruichi-centric, Instincts' for vacivity
An Argument
'Rikkai-centric, pirates' for vacivity
Love/Hate
'Zack/Cloud, anything goes' for para
Of 'Twins'
'Ouran/PoT crossover. Any pairings, but Rikkai and Atobe need to be in it' for vacivity
The Morning After the Night Before
'Naruto/Gaara. Post-Shukaku, something with insomnia and lots of nudity.' for bagelbunion
Undeserving
'Some Yondaime/Kakashi from Naruto' for postingwhore
Unable to Give
'Window/Curtains, Breeze' for dolens_torpeo, who happens to be completely insane
Dressing Up
'Rikkai. As geisha.' for vacivity
A Small Crush
'Haruhi/Kirimi, distance' for lady_stargazer
Little Moments
'Any sort of Ouran shoujo ai' for electrainverted

Comments

[animalboything.livejournal.com]

Trowa and Wufei double-teaming Quatre would be amazingly hot. XD

[evocates.livejournal.com]

All Quatre wanted, when he arrived home from his three-week business summit, exhausted and hungry, was food and sleep.

He didn't expect to be ambushed by Trowa, who was smiling with a mischievous light in those green, green eyes, and slammed against the wall and kissed senseless.

"Trowa, what- mmph!"

"I'd advice you not to speak, Quatre."

Quatre's eyes widened when he saw Wufei, smirking as he leaned against the wall.

"What the-?"

Wufei pushed away from the and started to stalk towards Quatre, the smirk on his face growing.

"See, we are rather displeased with you, Winner," Quatre gasped, partly because Trowa had licked his pulse point and partly because Wufei only use his last name when he was really angry with Quatre. "You have been neglecting us for three weeks. Three weeks, Winner, we've been waiting for you. You didn't call except to say that you'll be back soon, soon, soon. You didn't even say that you miss us. Is that not a punishable crime?"

"Wufei, I-"

"No excuses, Winner," Wufei's eyes were the darkest black Quatre had ever seen, and he moaned. "We waited for you to call, you know that? Every single night, we waited for you to call before going to bed. And you always disappoint us. Can you blame us for being angry?"

"N-no..."

"We missed you so much," Trowa said, voice low. Quatre flinched at recognising the note of hurt in it. "We missed you. You're ours, Quatre. Ours."

Here, Wufei kissed him, and Quatre shivered against the harsh kiss. "Yours, Trowa. Yours and Wufei's. I'm sorry for not calling. I couldn't. I-"

"No excuses," Wufei whispered against his lips. "We don't want to hear anything from you except our names, now. We didn't hear you call our names for three weeks, Quatre, and we want compensation."

Trowa's switft, rough hands were slipping his blazer off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Quatre could feel the buttons pop, but he didn't care because Wufei was kissing him again and Trowa's hands were stroking his chest. He moaned, a hand threading itself into Wufei's hair and the other resting on Trowa's shoulder. He heard himself murmur apologies again and again, but he was lost, lost in Wufei's mouth and Trowa's hands.

He was never going to leave again.

--

I haven't written for this fandom in months. Sorry if it's crap, 'kay?

[elvaron.livejournal.com]

Tamaki centric or Kyouya/Tamaki Ouran drabble? *beeg beeg eyes*

[evocates.livejournal.com]

I'll do both. XD Tamaki-POV Kyouya/Tamaki drabble. -stretches fingers-

-

Tamaki knows that Kyouya is a protective person.

Kyouya protects people in the most subtle of ways. He isn't like Mori-senpai, who watches people and quietly and surely steer them away from danger. Everyone knows of Mori-senpai's protective instincts, especially towards Honey-senpai, because Mori-senpai wasn't afraid to protect others in front of everyone. Mori-senpai likes being thought as protective, as a knight in shining armour. Tamaki knows this.

Kyouya protects people from afar, so far back from the stage that he had disappeared into the curtains. Kyouya scribbles notes down on his notebook and meticulously organises every single one of the Host Club events. Kyouya takes care of the finances so Tamaki won't have to worry about them, and he protects the members by manipulating them out of danger so well that they don't realize that they were in danger in the first place. Kyouya keeps the Host Club, Tamaki's dream, alive and afloat, and isn't that a form of protection as well?

Tamaki watches Kyouya and sees his hidden, relieved smile when he carries Haruhi out of the ocean. He sees the worry in Kyouya's eyes when they twins fought, and he knows, somehow, that it wasn't just for the Host Club's finances. He sees the clenched fists when Tamaki himself was berated by his grandmother, and he has to smile because that isn't necessary, because Tamaki can protect himself. He's Prince Charming, after all.

But he likes having Kyouya there, so much that he can't imagine the Host Club without its Vice-President, hidden in the shadows, quietly orchestrating events so that none of them will be hurt. He can't see his life without Kyouya, without his best friend beside him, silently supportive even as he smirks and sneers and teases. It used to be a terrifying thought, years ago, but Tamaki knows that it is just the plain truth, and has accepted it. He knows that though he rarely (?) needs to be protected, he still likes having Kyouya with him to catch him and to be caught in return.

He didn't name him 'Mother' for no reason, after all.

No 'family' is complete without 'Mother'. Tamaki knows that very well.

Kill me now this is so bad, omg.

[wrong.livejournal.com]

TrowaxWufei - Playing with the garden hose. :D

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Working my way down~ And ee, you're in the GW fandom?

-

Trowa picks up the garden hose and grins.

Wufei blinks, hands pausing in the movement of scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain on the roof of their shared car.

Trowa's grin widens as he points the hose in Wufei's direction. Wufei blinks again, opening his mouth,

"Trowa, what-"

He's cut off by a spray of water towards his mouth, which he closes instinctively. He squeezes his eyes shut and feels instead of see the water hitting him, drenching his hair, his clothes, his shoes.

He opens his eyes.

"Trowa... You are dead, Barton!" He grows, brushing loose, wet hair away from his eyes.Smirking, he bends down and picks up the pail of dirty, soapy water and threw it in Trowa's direction without a word.

Trowa yelps as the grey-coloured water hits him, raising his arms futilely. Wufei barely manages to resist a loud, triumphant laugh as the cloth, dropped into the pail when Trowa had attacked him, lands neatly on top of his boyfriend's hair.

Instead, he snickers.

A single green glare glares at him behind the mop of wet brown hair and Trowa reaches up to remove the cloth from his hair. Still silently glaring, he picks up the garden hose again. Wufei braces himself.

But Trowa, instead of spraying Wufei with water, turns the hose towards himself. Wufei's mouth goes dry as he watches the cascade of water trail down Trowa's body, gentle like a lover. Trowa's clothes stuck to his body, transparent and hiding nothing.

Trowa smiles, a soft, sultry grin like a model's, and Wufei can't help but shiver.

"I'm going in. Are you coming, Wufei?"

Wufei stares, barely aware as he nods, half-dazed. Trowa smirks as he steps through the open door into the house, garden hose, pail and car all forgotten as Wufei tackles him just as they reach the living room.

No one will steal from an ex-Gundam Pilot, after all.

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

So, I am only familiar with two of your fandoms, and slightly familiar with two others, so you're going to have a lot of Ouran and PoT drabbles.

First one.

Troika. Yanagi-POV. Set after Yukimura's release from the hospital.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

It was silly, Yanagi knew, to feel this relieved just watching Seiichi walk out of the door of the hospital.

It was silly and the feeling was illogical; it defied data but Yanagi couldn't stop it and, worse still, he didn't want to.

He felt relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest and he could breathe properly again. Genichirou was smiling. His smile was small and hidden behind the hat but Yanagi could see it. He had practice.

Seiichi's steps were slow, stumbling slightly, and Yanagi's breath caught slightly whenever he almost fell. Genichirou was beside him and Yanagi was behind him and he couldn't fall even if he wanted to. But Yanagi couldn't help but feel the tiny inkling of fear and doubt.

Seiichi had fell like that, once, a year and a lifetime ago, and he hadn't gotten up.

It was a wonder that they had survived without Seiichi. Seiichi, Genichirou and himself were a upended triangle, Yanagi thought, and Seiichi was the bottom of the triangle, the one who held them both up with an easy smile and steely eyes. They weren't used to holding themselves up and they had almost fell when Seiichi was taken away from them, and they had nearly taken the whole team with them. They had all nearly lost themselves because Seiichi weren't there.

It wasn't right. Yanagi hadn't felt right this year, not until now, here, just watching Seiichi walk again, slow and careful with Genichirou behind him, afraid to touch. They were a team a triangle a whole and it just wasn't right for them to continue on when one of them, the most important one, was gone.

They had managed, barely. They had clung onto the edge and had not fallen over because Seiichi was still there, still smiling even when he couldn't carry him. They clung onto the edge and stayed on because they had to carry Seiichi, now, and they couldn't disappoint him.

The team had nearly failed and fallen off. They had lost Kantou, the first time in fifteen years, this year. Yanagi wasn't worried, though. They would be alright. Their promise of winning the Nationals thrice would be carried through because Seiichi was here. They would win, he and Genichirou and the rest of the team, for they were whole again.

And this, Yanagi thought, running to catch up with Seiichi even as Genichirou's eyebrow rose at his tardiness, was how it should be.

I suckkkkkkk.

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

Ouran. Tamaki/Kyouya. Room after room, / I hunt the house through / We inhabit together. (Line from Robert Browning, Love in Life)

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

Bleach. Yoruichi-centric, while in cat-form. Instincts.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Yoruichi knew, from the moment she laid eyes on Urahara, that this was a man who needed a keeper.

She met him in her cat-form, prowling through one of Seireitei's many gardens when she saw him, kneeling down on the floor, staring at a flower like it could give him all he answers he needed.

Yoruichi had walked over, sitting down beside him and watched him watch the flower. The human part of her was curious why the cat part of her thought this man to be interesting, but, in her cat-form, the cat part of her reigned supreme, so she didn't speak.

Urahara stared at the flower for a long time, unmoving, his eyes never leaving the flower even when Yoruichi poked a paw at his leg.

The sun sets.

The flower closed it petals, one by one, slowly pulling them back into a bud. Yoruichi was bizarrely reminded of a fan those young, noble princesses (not her, though. Never her) used, so delicate and so useless. The flower closed and shrunk into itself, and its leaves, green with life just a moment before, folded themselves together until all Yoruichi could see was needles.

Urahara smiled. He looked as if he had found the answer to his questions. Yoruichi smiled too, because his joy was so evident and infectious, even though her cat-mouth ached from the strain; she wasn't used to smiling.

Urahara stood slowly, wobbling on his feet as straw-blond hair fell into his eyes. Yoruichi nearly laughed as she watched him, and he finally noticed her. He smiled again, bending down to tickle her behind her ears.

The action made him lose his balance, and he fell, arms flailing like a windmill. She could only watch him, half-horrified and half-amused, as he managed to land on his head and knock himself unconscious.

Such a silly boy.

But she couldn't help but be fascinated by him, because she had never known any boy who could sit so still just watching the flower and watiting for the sun to set. And so she turned back into human form, which was bigger, and barely managed to drag him home. His hair became a nest for branches and leaves and sand and the occasional small pebble, but Yoruichi didn't care; it wasn't her who had to wash his hair anyway.

They were seven at the time.

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

PoT. Rikkai-centric. Pirates.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

I let you guess who is speaking what. If I fail, kick me in the face.

"Pirates."

"Ninjas."

"Pirates."

"Ninjas."

"Samurai!"

"Not applicable. Choice failed. Go away."

"I do believe that ninjas shall triumph over pirates."

"Agreed. The possibility is ninety-eight percent."

"Only ninety-eight, Yanagi?"

"Two percent shall be sacrifice, or else I believe Genichirou will blow his top and attack my person."

"Yanagi-senpai! You mean fukubuchou will do unseemly things to you?"

"Brat, when did you know the word 'unseemly'?"

"Hey! My Japanese grade is highest in class! Shut up, Niou-senpai. Anyway, what's your opinion?"

"Ninjas. Not those stupid Naruto-ninjas with their jutsus or whatever, though. Real ninjas. With swords. And shuriken."

"You watch Naruto, Niou?"

"Not by my own fucking choice. My little brother watches it."

"... I am sure that this tangent is fascinating and all, but can we please get back to topic? I think Marui and Sanada are three steps away from killing each other."

"Just because of the 'Pirates or Ninjas' thing?"

"Yea. Do you see Marui's 'laser glaring miracle skill'? He named it that, not me."

"What the fuck."

"I agree, Masaharu. This does not make sense."

"Jackal, can't you restrain your Doubles partner? And where's Yukimura when you needed him?"

"I am only his Doubles partner, Yanagi. Yukimura's in the clubroom laughing his ass off, I believe."

"Does his ass really drop... mmph!"

"Don't open your mouth unless you have something to say, Akaya."

"Yes, Jackal-senpai."

"Okay. Plan A: Akaya, get Yukimura. Yagyuu, Niou, Jackal, and my myself shall restrain Marui and Sanada."

"We do not need to be fucking restrained if Sanada-diot here just admit that ninjas are better than pirates! Even Yanagi said so!"

"Shut up, Marui. Restrain me and die, Renji. Pirates are far superior."

"Ninjas."

"Pirates."

"... And here we go again... Where the fuck is Yukimura?!"

I am incredibly lame.

[tsurugi.livejournal.com]

FFVII. ZACK/CLOUD. ANYTHING GOES. ♥

... No Kingdom Hearts? >:

[evocates.livejournal.com]

FUCK. MY ANTI-OTP.

--

Cloud loved it and hated it when Zack draped his arms around him, pulling him close, without a warning.

He didn't know why he felt that way. Shouldn't a person only love or hate something? Can someone love and hate something at the same time? Cloud didn't know.

What he did know is this: He loved it when Zack pulled him close because Zack was warm and friendly and Cloud could always hear his laughter when he was that near. Zack's laughter was loud and infectious, and Cloud knew he was going to go deaf soon if Zack continue to laugh straight into his ear, but he found that he didn't care. Besides, it wasn't as if his hearing would be any use anyway. He wasn't SOLDIER, after all.

He hated it when Zack draped his arms around him and started to talk, loudly, because people will stare. Cloud knew what they were thinking. They were thinking 'why is Zack, the First Class, hanging out with a loser like Strife, who isn't even a Third Class, just a trooper' or they were thinking something equally hateful. Cloud was sure of it. He didn't mind the stares, but they did make him even more self-conscious than he already was, but he didn't like people staring at Zack like he was dirt.

Zack wasn't dirt. Zack was wonderful. Zack was a First Class and Cloud's best friend and Cloud didn't know what he had done to have someone like Zack for a best friend. He certainly wasn't worthy. It didn't make any sense, but almost everything about Zack made no sense either...

Zack moved a little, squirming as he yawned and draped an arm around Cloud's chest. Cloud froze as Zack dragged him close, pulling him against his chest. His best friend whined softly, and Cloud relaxed without knowing why, and leaned back against Zack's chest.

There wasn't anyone watching, so the hateful parts were gone. Cloud loved it; loved Zack's warmth and Zack's breaths on his neck and Zack's soft, incoherent mumbles as he slept (that man couldn't shut up even when asleep).

Just like he loved Zack, really.

--

I suck okay I've never written this pairing before please forgive me.

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

FMA. Hughes/Roy. Hughes is a ghost. Make it smutty. :D :D :D

[otori-kyoya.livejournal.com]

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*_________________________________________*

YESYESYESYESYESYES

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

Ouran/PoT crossover. Any pairings, but Rikkai and Atobe need to be in it.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Haruhi stared. And gaped. She blinked a little. And stared some more.

Out of the peripheral of her vision, she could see Hikaru and Kaoru staring also, so shocked that they couldn't speak.

"Hiroshi..."

"Masaharu..."

The two newcomers, wearing a school uniform that Haruhi vaguely recognised, were curled around each other. Their hands were entwined, eyes gazing at each other and one of them, Haruhi really didn't know which and she didn't want to know, had a hand around the other's shoulder and was pulling him close.

They looked exactly the same.

"Ah, Hiroshi... I..."

"You know, I don't get you guys. How the fuck did you two change so quickly and do you both bring hair dye everywhere?!" A voice, irritable, suddenly came from Haruhi's left.

She jerked. The twins blinked.

"Saa, Akaya. You've just spoiled their fun."

"I thought we're supposed to be making a good impression? This is not a good impression!"

"Where's Sanada? Where's Atobe? Did they sneak off to make-out again?"

The two (are they twins?) untangled themselves from each other. One of them sighed, raising his left hand to push his reflective glasses up his nose. The other placed his left arm on his... (twin's? brother's? friend's? what?!) companion's arm.

Haruhi blinked rapidly.

"Goddamnit, Akaya. And we were just getting to the best part too!"

"What brought this on in the first place?" One of the newcomers said. Haruhi blinked again. That boy... looked a lot like a girl, with shoulder-length wavy hair and all.

The 'twin' on the right pointed to Hikaru and Kaoru. "Perhaps we are too competitive for our own good. However, we are Rikkai."

"True. But I don't believe that competitiveness extends this far."

The 'twin' on the left opened his mouth, but Haruhi held up a hand and waved it frantically.

"Wait. Just... wait. What's hapenning here and who are you people?!"

"Are some Ouran students unaware of the Sports/Cultural Festival? How crass." A new voice spoke, haughty and arrogant. Haruhi was oddly reminded of Kyouya-senpai.

"Keigo..." A deeper voice berated. Haruhi was now reminded of Mori-senpai. Her head spun.

"Ah! Fukubuchou! Atobe-san! You guys didn't sneak away together to make out?"

"We got lost, Akaya. And to answer your question, miss," the Mori-senpai-but-not person said, staring straight at her, his gaze intense. Haruhi blinked. He could tell? "We are Rikkaidai Fuzoku, Senior High Division's Tennis Club. We are here for the annual sports/culture festival. And..." he turned his eyes towards the 'twins', for which Haruhi was slightly grateful. Everything was rather overwhelming. Dealing with the Host Club didn't prepare her for this.

"Niou! Yagyuu! What the hell are you two doing?"

"Pretending to be twins," the 'twin', either 'Niou' or 'Yagyuu', Haruhi really couldn't tell.

"Would you rather that we both change to Masaharu's usual guise, Sanada-kun?"

"I believe," a voice interrupted, soft and commanding. Haruhi was reminded of Honey-senpai when he was very serious. The effect was very odd when combined with the rather feminine boy she saw. "That it would be the best for everyone if you just change back to how you usually look. No more switches, please."

"Yes, buchou. Masaharu?" The 'twin' on the right said.

The 'twin' on the left, 'Masaharu', apparently, sighed. "Fine, fine. Party poopers, all of you."

Haruhi watched, dumbstruck, as the 'twin' on the left shook out his hair into messy spikes. He took off his glasses and took out a small bottle, which he started spraying at his hair. The brown came off, and was replaced by silvery-white.

Beside her, the twins got a certain gleam in their eyes as they watched him.

"Better?"

"Very much so. Atobe? Do you know the way around this school? We have to find a certain... Host Club, is it? And we have to find Hyoutei too... How troublesome."

Haruhi's eyes widened, and she saw the vision of a nice, quiet, normal school day disappear in a wisp of black-coloured smoke.

Oh no.

I still suckkkkkk

[usagivindaloo.livejournal.com]

I know you don't have Sailor Moon down, but as you seemed to enjoy my Sephiroth/Sailor Saturn 1sentence challenge, I don't suppose you'd be willing to give it a shot yourself? ^_^

If not, Sephiroth/Tifa plz. ^^

[peace-piper.livejournal.com]

I request Naruto/Gaara for great justice! Post-Shukaku, something with insomnia and lots of nudity.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Gaara woke up to Naruto sleeping in his bed. He blinked. There was something very wrong with that sentence.

Gaara woke up to Naruto sleeping in his bed.

When did he sleep?

When could he sleep?

And why was Naruto in his bed?

Gaara blinked again as a breeze came in through the window, and he felt chills at places that was usually (always) covered when he was asleep.

Gaara was naked. And... he looked at Naruto, gaze impassive and scrutinising. Naruto was also naked.

Obviously, the logical conclusion was that something had happened.

But what?

Taking a deep, calming breath (whatever for? he was calm, wasn't he?), he started to tabulate the facts.

One: He and Naruto are in bed together.

Two: They are both naked.

Three: Gaara's ass feels oddly sore.

There is only one conclusion. Gaara blinked.

Outside the door, the sand swirled. Sand began to creep inside the door through the crack at the bottom. Gaara clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes.

Naruto is going to die.

I suck. Kill me now, omg. Gaara-characterisation failure. Sorry!

[postingwhore.livejournal.com]

!!!! Can I have some Yondaime/Kakashi from Naruto? omg, that pairing makes me *_*. And maybe a Kenpachi/Yachiru from Bleach? And if you can, Hikaru/Kaoru from Ouran? Although honestly, just doing the first one is fine. ♥

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Sensei was dead. He had died saving the village.

Obito was dead. He died saving Kakashi.

Rin was dead. She was killed by the Kyuubi, trying to heal the injured.

Kakashi was alive. He wanted to - deserved to - die.

Sensei was dead. The last important person in Kakashi's life was gone, and he didn't even have a body to mourn over, to cry on.

He had the Hokage Mountain. He had the name in the memorial stone. But both weren't completely and both were far from enough.

Kakashi wanted to bury his face in Sensei's golden hair. He wanted Sensei to hug him and kiss him and tell Kakashi he was proud of his beautiful, brilliant student, and Kakashi would be Godaime one day, Sensei promised it.

Kakashi wanted Sensei to hold his hand. He wanted Sensei to throw an arm around Kakashi's shoulders so he could scowl and prtend he didn't like it.

Kakashi wanted Sensei to be alive again.

He pulled at his mask, up and down and back up again. He tried to smile, but he couldn't, because he felt that his face would crack into a million pieces if he tried. His legs had long given up on him, and now he was kneeling on the soft ground, eyes wide open, staring at nothing and at everything.

Kakashi wished Sensei would come up to him, steps silent, smilling and laughing as always. He wished Sensei would kiss him and touch him and for this nightmare to go away and never ever come back.

He would do anything, anything, just to have Sensei back again. He would kill the village. He would kill himself. He would kill another village. He would do a million S-ranked missions. He would do all of them, even, if he could have Sensei back. Just for a day. He wouldn't mind if it was just an hour. Kakashi would do anything.

He wouldn't even make a sound if Sensei wanted to touch him there again. He promises not to cry again. Sensei could do anything he wanted to Kakashi, and Kakashi wouldn't mind. Not at all.

If only Sensei would return.

But Kakashi knew he was asking for the impossible. No jutsu, no matter how powerful or how advanced, could raised the dead. Kinjutsu was useless; Kakashi didn't want to control Sensei. He never wanted to, and he would never want to.

His eyes fluttered close. Tears fell onto the blood-soaked ground, which quickly gobbled up the moisture. He felt rain land on his cheeks, cold and icy, but he didn't care.

Sensei was dead.

Kakashi was alive.

Why?!

--

Um. Sorry? I suck. I've never written Kakashi or Yondaime before, so.... So sorry!

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

OURAN.

Tamaki/Kyouya; Tamaki's discovery of sex toys and uses them in bed.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

http://the-dw.livejournal.com/55618.html

The sex toys became kind of... unimportant in the end. Yeah. XD?

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

PRINCE OF TENNIS;

Tezuka and Ryoma.

Ryoma is a mermaid and Tezuka falls in love with him and has this serious phobia of fish.

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

PRINCE OF TENNIS;

Yagyuu/Niou.

Yagyuu is a pimply youth who works at a burger place and Niou is his co-worker. Bonus points for special uses of grease.

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

Starburst;

Green/Pink.

"I don't appreciate cannibalism."

"But you're a candy."

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[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

Cyn/Dream. Emi being jealous. :9

[otori-kyoya.livejournal.com]

....

Include smut in it, too, bitch. :(

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

Powerpuff Girls;

Blossom/Bubbles, Mojo Jojo/Buttercup.

Backfire of Mojo's latest laser beam invention.

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

Window/Curtains;

Breeze.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Window hates the wind.

The wind makes Curtains flutter and float. Window loves the time when there is no wind, when the air is still, because Curtains will be rested against him, caressing his grills and making him sigh with pleasure.

Wind Chime says that he's hopeless and it is sick, this cross-species love of his, but Window doesn't care what Wind Chime thinks. Curtains is wonderful, beautiful, with her soft, pliable body and vibrant coloured skin. Curtains' voice is low and melodious, unlike Wind Chime's high-pitched twinkling that always made him want to strangle him.

Window loves Curtains, but Curtains doesn't love Window. Curtains love the wind, the breeze, because the wind can make Curtains fly up high, so high that she can see ants-like humans crawling along the roads below.

Window couldn't do that.

And so he just watchings Curtains and revelled in her touches. He didn't mind, but he couldn't help but hate the wind.

The Wind was everything that Window couldn't be.

[emcyclopedia.livejournal.com]

Rice Krispy;

Pop/Crackle.

In which Pop shows how he pops.

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YOUR ICON! I dunno who the hottie is, but that underwear makes me shiver with squee.

Okies. Let's see.

We were talking about 13x5, right?

Gimmie your love, baby.

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Kimbley/Kyouya;

Possession.

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Paper/pen;

Ink.

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Cyn/Dream;

Desire. I want smut.



... :DDDDDDDDDDDDD I love watching my wives go at it. :x