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It's no secret that school is kicking my ass lately, and I have a huge fic load on my back. But! I want to do something nice for people. So here is a request post for you all to feast upon.
As for fandoms, these are good to go:
-Pokemon (anime and games, not the manga)
-Bleach
-Ace Attorney
-Persona 3/4
-Spice And Wolf
-Trauma Center
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Pairing/Characters: Cyrus
Prompt: What exactly did Cyrus do after being left in the Distortion World in Pokemon Platinum?
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Heroism is such a pitiful concept.
The boy - Lucas? - had fought to the bitter end before departing the Distortion World, tossing a spiteful look over his shoulder. Giratina had been calmed, retreating into the depths of its realm.
Just as well.
Trapped in suspension, untouched, pure - this is the ideal world.
This is the ideal world.
He had been tentative about staying before remembering that time did not flow in the Distortion World; he is now safe to lure Giratina out once again and complete the second phase of his plan.
There is no opportunity for failure, no chance for interruption. There isn’t a soul who would dare to even venture back into this world - not even Lucas, whose eyes had reflected fear caused by a lack of understanding. Of course; he is young. He can’t understand.
None of them understand.
Cyrus looks over the cliff, critically scrutinizing at the bottomless depths beneath him.
( ... )
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Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing/Characters: Paul/Dawn
Prompt: The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Thank you~! =D
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Avoid, regret, repeat.
It’s a process that she finds comforting when faced with the possibility of change.
She is so easily swept beneath the rip tide of emotions (she has learned to hold her breath, swallow her fear), and it is only around him that she realizes what a weakness it supposedly is.
Is she foolish for humoring a hypocrite?
She can’t help but be afraid of the prospect that hatred might dissolve into understanding, branching off into (she inhales sharply) intimacy.
And she sees it in Paul’s eyes, sees it when she doesn’t even want to, sees it everywhere, and she is so fearful of succumbing. What is more terrifying than jumping into deep waters with the one person that she (thinks she) despises more than anything else?
And when hatred does dissolve into understanding ( ... )
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Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing/Characters: Gold/Silver (Male hero of HGSS and "rival")
Prompt: Artistic freedomz. Do what ever you want (battle of epic proportions to fluff, whatever floats). :D
Appreciated muchos. <3
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Daytime is for altercation.
Gold does not give much thought to the ‘how’s or ‘why’s of his opponent’s sudden appearances. He purposely disregards the spite and malice in his voice. The insecurity almost goes undetected.
He is only slightly disconcerted by his feelings of pity toward his depraved rival.
They fight, of course; it’s a ritual that they settled into comfortably as they both began traveling. Gold had wanted freedom - Silver had wanted to prove something -
(whatever that ‘something’ is, anyway).
Silver’s eyes narrow as his Sneasel goes down unceremoniously; mumbling curses to himself, he glares at Gold, trying to be intimidating (and failing).
“Don’t get full of yourself,” he warns.
Gold rolls his eyes. “Yeah - I wouldn’t want to end up like you, would I?”
-x-Sunset is for reconciliation ( ... )
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Thank you muchos~! <3
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your parentheticals are so artsy.
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Pairing/Characters: Zoey/Dawn
Prompt: I've always had this story idea brewing in the back of my head of Dawn and Ash having some kind of tumultuous relationship, and it ends badly (this happens before the fic starts). Dawn goes over to Zoey's house for comfort - thinking innocently of course - and things go a rather different (romantic) route.
The song Unusual Kiss by Melissa Etheridge would be a big inspiration.
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I teared up. <333 It's beautiful, thank you so much!
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Pairing/Characters: Daryan/ Ema
Prompt: Homicide
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Ema dreamt a little too much. Her deepest fears and desires came to her embedded in REM waves, translucent and barely out of reach.
It was a congregation of science and art, but she hated it all the same.
She dreamt of homicide and of crushed families taking the stand in court; as always, she was there with her well-crafted mask of ice, barriers of stone barricading her.
She was safe. (She thought.)
She was strong. (Until the defenses shatter.)
She was powerful. (Until she was killed, just like them.)
They had met - truly met - under pressing circumstances, suddenly being assigned to the same homicide case when they were both accustomed to working alone ( ... )
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“Well, we can just go straight to my place and get it over wi-”
“No.”
He laughed, but her scowl didn’t falter. The ensuing silence somehow felt more intimate and revealing than what words could ever convey.
Her eyes were still focused on the sky as she swung her feet underneath the bench.
“Let me ask you something,” he said, and she knew that it wasn’t an indicator of good news.
“Go ahead.”
“Your sister was the chief prosecutor once upon a time, right?”
Shit. Why did he have to bring that up? Was he really so stupid to believe that she wasn’t touchy about it?
(She could already feel her defenses begin to crack, and she couldn’t be exposed, not now, not here, not in front of him“So what if she was ( ... )
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