I forgot I was going to do this:

[elementalhero]

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request ~something~ of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead. Ignore this, I have no idea why memes always have to be so aggressive.

Eligible fandoms:
Naruto
Pokemon Special
Code Geass
Star Wars
RP fic

You can also have any old fandom (like, one I haven't done anything for in a while) you like, but be warned it might take longer.

Comments

[hungrytiger11.livejournal.com]

I will come out of haitus for this....

Naruto, and, ah.... maybe Segestu and Karin?

[eatnrunbandit.livejournal.com]

Give me some Precious metals, bby~ ♥

from out the azure main;; lelouch/britannia [R? ish? :: what the fuck is this]

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

[[Totally late. You ought to know by now not to even obliquely and unintentionally imply I'm not up to a challenge. |D It causes me to do freaky things like this. Lelouch and a personification of Britannia, go. (And this won't even make much sense if you don't know Geass canon D|) ]]

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The gun's cold. The metal of the gun burns like ice as Lelouch taps the barrel against his chin as if in mock thought, before pressing it to the temple of the Holy Britannian Empire.

"You should know better," he hisses. "You should know your history, shouldn't you? That the ones who fight the hardest, who do the most damage, are the ones with nothing left to lose." He twists the gun slowly, rotating it, digging it into the soft flesh above the ear, until the man before him winces. "You have taken - everything - from me. I'm only here to return the favor." Despite the hot, searing anger that bubbles under his words, Lelouch is completely calm. Controlled. Neither a single tremor of expectation flickers in his skin, nor one twitch of his face betrays the complex snarl of emotions behind his mask. The fear. The betrayal. The despair. The anger.

The anticipation.

The visceral pleasure.

Britannia has his eyes squeezed shut, so tight his teeth are clenched with the effort. "You're done," he manages to choke out nonetheless. "You have nothing. That bitch Area Eleven finally betrayed you -"

Lelouch flicks the safety and Britannia swallows the rest of his sentence. "That bitch's name is The United States of Japan," Lelouch reminds him, calmly, as if correcting his grammar, "and we have, respectfully, mutually agreed that our goals no longer coincide." That's a lie, but Britannia doesn't know it.

"So you come to me," he spits, eyes still screwed shut, head still twisted to the side. "Because you have nowhere left to go."

"You're starting to grasp the picture here," Lelouch says with a cold, hard predator's smile. "And this is what's going to happen." He shoves, suddenly, and Britannia slams against the wall. Lelouch walks forward. "I am taking control of this country. I am taking you." The gun comes down and slams across a nose and mouth. Britannia flinches and recoils, his head thudding back against the wall behind him. Lelouch can see the blood climbing the cracks between his teeth when his lips part to gasp.

He steps. Closer. The gun, almost an afterthought now, held at his waist level, digging into Britannia's floating ribs because that's how close they're standing - Lelouch whispers, "And I am going to break you." His breath grazes Britannia's ear: "I'm going to use you, the way you once used me." The other hand, not holding the gun, grips a handful of hair. "Unmake you." His lips - at his throat. "Remake you." A low whine builds in Britannia's throat, a fear-sound, a prey-sound, as Lelouch's tongue parts Britannia's lips, skates along his clenched teeth.

Tastes like blood (perhaps the same blood that runs in his veins, a family line tied to the land, to antiquity). Disgusting. Sensual. Powerful. The trembling, a paralysis between something like terror and something like need, gravity, compulsion. Lips part. Lelouch moves back, when he senses Britannia's eyes have opened.

"When I'm done with you," he says, "you'll beg like a dog to give me what I want."

Britannia's voice trembles. "What do you want?" he asks, a curiosity born of fear and fascination. Sometimes you can't tell the difference.

Lelouch smiles, and there is nothing behind it.

"Everything."

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Han/Leia, please.

Prompt: diplomacy.

[digthenym.livejournal.com]

JACEN AND HIS BEARD

good night, sweet prince;; jacen/beard [g :: lolwat-fic]

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

"Jacen," Jaina said. "This is getting out of hand."

Jacen looked up, tears in his eyes. He was holding a sealed shoebox and standing next to the airlock.

"You can't give that a space funeral," she said. "It's not a being."

"It was a part of ME!" he sobbed. His face was covered in razor nicks from where he'd shaved off the remains. "It was PRECIOUS TO ME!"

"Jacen, I chopped the end of your beard off in a lightsaber duel. You will grow a new one."

[tsukara.livejournal.com]

...Anko/Itachi? Possibly? If you've no ideas, ignore me, but. /puppy eyes

[crescent-fall.livejournal.com]

.________.


Sasuhime. Shipping or just friends.

technologic;; sasuke/orihime [pg :: rp fic]

[okroginator.livejournal.com]

Around the time that Orihime starts getting him oil cans as presents on holidays, Sasuke begins to consider telling her he's not actually a robot. But every time he gets the necessary resolve up, she says something so quirky, so funny, so unmistakably Orihime, he closes his mouth and wonders how far he can take this charade.

"How far" is apparently the Christmas dance of their seventh year, when Sakura tells Sasuke he can either choose to go with someone, or be dragged there by the ear. Orihime seems the logical choice, as she's already seen him in a dress and been magically forced to dance and sing a duet with him - there's no severing that kind of bond. That night, Sasuke dances with her for a few more songs than he'd intended, and she whispers to him, "You know, I don't think you're really a robot anymore, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke manages the very elegant reply of "gh-buh?" and Orihime smiles. "I mean, you're certainly not dancing like one," she continues. "That's not very robot-like."

"Oh, it's not?" Sasuke raises an eyebrow. "How do you expect robots to act?"

"Well, I don't know, but I'm sure I'd know if I saw it," she muses.

Sasuke leans closer. They're far to the back of the Great Hall, where few are looking. "Would a robot do this?" he asks, his lips grazing the corner of her mouth before fully finding hers.

It takes them an entire minute to remember how to breathe.

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lol this has no coherency whatever

[crescent-fall.livejournal.com]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

FABULOUS. COHERENCY, WHAT? SO SO FABULOUS. /loves forever. and ever.

:|b

[ironyaficionado.livejournal.com]

Anything Ackbar related. :D

[suwako.livejournal.com]

Gold x Ruby, please~

No rly. It's crack in Pokedressing (and it's the Island's OTP), and it's semi-canon in Digital Dive, thanks to me and my friend. It's also come to be my yaoi OTP. Yes I have a straight, yaoi, and yuri PokeSupe OTP, not to mention an OTP not PokeSupe-related.