epiphanies | keep me closer, i'm a lazy dancer, when i move i move with you

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keep me closer, i'm a lazy dancer, when i move i move with you

unable to get this song out of my head, i've literally been listening to it on repeat multiple times during the day for the past few days. i really love it o:

Okay! I have a Valentines Day proposition for you guys -- since it's supposed to be the month of love (and i adore couples ~~and perhaps live vicariously through them lmfao~~) comment on here with a couple and a prompt --- and i'll either drawn or write them for you! If it's someone I don't know very well, leave a couple pictures that will help me out? (or, like those of you with the kpop, leave pictures of the haircuts you want, SINCE THEY CHANGE SO DAMN OFTEN.)

READY, SET, PROMPT!

(adding a quick little fandom list (but remember, these aren't my only fandoms, they're just ones off the top of my head!): full metal alchemist, fruits basket, inception, skins, house, scrubs, kpop (dbsk, epik high, suju, after school), ender's game!verse, glee, harvest moon, harry potter, miyazaki films, IF YOU ASK FOR IT, THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE I MIGHT KNOW IT.)

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omg ok, gimme a sec

...thanks, now i have that song stuck in my head, too :(

hi ♥~

glee: faberry / that makeover thing from britney/brittany?
glee: brittana / cuddles! vulnerable!Santana, if possible ;;
hp: harry/ron! / the clinging tackle hug like in my icon omg ;; (just no angst, they are my squishies) OR RON BEING HARRY'S 'THING HE CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT' or w/e the second task was about ;;

...or something, ide

have some vulnerable!santana? (:

(http://pics.livejournal.com/skylilies/pic/001a5394/)

brittany's socks, i cannot even. and ... will she finally sing that Ke$ha song she wanted to do.

this is adorable, lovely ♥ thank you so much.

donghae-centric fic! anything you want to write about;; but er, i would love to read a fic about how he deals with his dad's death. :')))

inception: cobb/ariadne/arthur - dark! twisted! au. zombie! fic. uh, yes. ;;

scrubs: cox/jd! jd decides that cox is his new religion and goes about, uh, showing it in various ways that makes cox want to die.

epik high: epik high get tumblelogs and tablo spams everyone's dash with ~inspirational~ quotes and pix. mithra and tukutz are not pleased.

skins: future! effy is happily (somewhat, if you can consider an open relationship happy) married. cook comes back to turn everything upside down again. tony and anthea come for christmas. chaos ensue.

CRANKING OUT YOUR PREVIOUS REQUEST FIRST!

JAESU;

(/sob sorry had to fix smth!)

sobs i already flailed at you in another entry but I LOVE IT AAAAAH ;~~~~;

this is messy and unedited and i want to share it with you anyway: some day i may clean it up, or finish it (i think i will. it might be a bit longer.), but here it is for now o:

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

the gun hits the back of arthur’s head first, going too fast for reality and still cracking his skull loud as fuck. dom has a second to curse the nervous system’s infallible perception of pain before arthur’s bullet collides with his temple and he---

---jolts into consciousness. the room is quiet except for the whirring of a humidifier in the corner. ariadne looks at him with quiet eyes and then looks back at the mark, a man so sallow he looks like he’s been bathing in nicotine. arthur is still asleep. dom cusses.

this job had gotten quickly out of hand, and up until two minutes ago he had thought a patch job would be possible, until the projections had turned in to an organized gang and had turned on them more ruthlessly then he’s seen since mal-- he chokes back the thought, thinks of another: there’s still time left in the dream. arthur is sleeping soundly.

he panics.

(this is what ariadne would have dreamed: all of paris abandoned, beautiful buildings caving in as their scaffolding rips apart at the joints, her heart torn out from the center. a ferris wheel left in the middle of the carnival ground, and ariadne starts climbing it to the top. as she gets one sneaker up onto the structure’s bones and heaves herself off the ground, there is a yell.

her thumb bangs against rusty metal. on the ground, a crowd of people are moving, massing together in and out like they’re attempting formations, a dance troupe, an army brigade, until she can see that their skin is peeling away at the core and red muscle and pink organs peak through. the place smells like old blood and rot, and she glances to the front of the line and she sees arthur adjusting his tie, flesh falling off his wrist in sheathes, and a rib sticking out from the tear in his suit.

she falls off the ferris wheel. he tells her, “the time is not precise.”

she shoots him in the face. )

they run as soon as arthur opens his eyes, with cobb hailing down a taxi before they have time to even catch their breaths. the chemist, trailing behind them, looking for all the world like she wishes she’d never signed up for this one-time offer, has put her coat on inside out.

on the sidewalk, arthur throws up. his thoughts are all jumbled up and the pain is still ringing in his ears, a migraine coming on fast and violent even as the phantom sensation of his bones breaking and splintering fades. he spits and expects to see blood, but it’s just bile and saliva. dom says, “come on,” and ushers ariadne into the cab, while the chemist shakes her head and turns the other direction. “it’s dangerous,” dom calls after her, but she doesn’t look back.

arthur pulls himself up from the pavement and dom grabs onto his shoulder, tight. “arthur,” he says. “i’m sorry.”

if dom had dreams, no one would die in them. ariadne looks like she wants to kiss him as she agrees.

uhm ok omg I know I already flailed over this on twitter but D:

she sees arthur adjusting his tie, flesh falling off his wrist in sheathes, and a rib sticking out from the tear in his suit.

on the basis of having this line alone, I think you /really/ should continue this ;A; please ;A;

~~USES SAITO ICON TO LOOK CONVINCING~~

FMA: Sig/Izumi! ~courtship~

lmfao, this will be so much fun.

ALL I CAN THINK OF IS THEM CLUTCHING THAT BEAR IN LOVE~AT~FIRST~SIGHT~BLISS : |

okay, i';ll draw something that actually answers your prompt at some point in the near future, but! i wanted to quickly draw something simple in honor of valentines day, AND WHAT COUPLE IS BETTER FOR A VALENTINE THAN SIG/IZUMI.

NOTHING. NOTHING IS BETTER. ADORABLE MARRIED OTP <3333333

Ooooooh Haru/Rin! I love that pairing. :3 Hmmm and your prompt is "simplicity".

Ohhhh now I see why you sent me here after giving me your prompt...! ^^;;;; Hmmmmm, so anyway, I thought about it for a while and I finally think I know what to request...! *^*;;

If you don't mind, could you write a little something Yunho/Jaejoong (I think the current [hair]style is fine, given the prompt I'll be giving you...) with the song prompt of Sara Bareilles's "Hold My Heart"? As much as I've been listening to that song lately, my imagination has been wandering when I listen to it & I can't help but think of their current situation...but I'm not sure if I could write something like this as beautifully as you could... :< ♥

Thanks in advance, bb - and thank you for doing something like this for all of us here! :) ♥

this is rather angtsy and probably not all that beautiful, but here you go, bb: <3

the bathroom smells like toothpaste, artificial and minty, with a hint of mold crusted around the skylight. jaejoong’s brushed his teeth three times but he can still taste the tinge of alcohol and bile.

his fingers curl around the basin. there are moments in his memories that he can’t keep track of, flitting across his eyelids as he blinks away the sudden moisture in his eyes. ‘i’m sorry,’ he thinks, and pushes away from the sink, when his foot slips on a puddle and his head hits into the wall.

fuck! he thinks, but doesn’t yell aloud. the crash seems to reverberate around him as the fresh bruises begin to ache. from the kitchen, the phone is ringing.

“hello?” he says, rubbing his hipbone, a minute later.

“jaejoong.” the man on the other end doesn’t identify himself, and his voice is too muffled to make out clearly. jaejoong raises an eyebrow. “hey, guys, if this is a prank call…”

it’s not. yunho clears his throat and jaejoong recognizes the sound instantly, can see yunho standing there in his training clothes with a hand pressed, agitated, against his thigh. he begins to talk, and jaejoong can hear that he’s exhausted, nervous. he wonders if he’s sweating, and if it’s because of the tension or if he’s been at practice.

he doesn’t hear the first few sentences, focuses again when yunho says, ‘but that will be in the future.”

“what?” jaejoong replies. “-no, never mind.” a careful laugh. “you haven’t called.”

“yeah.”

“maybe we could meet for…” the silence on the line grows heavier as he trails off. of course they can’t. he knows this. he still lets himself think of it for a moment, them meeting at a take-out place and ordering the thing that tastes most like home, laughing over bad disguises and the one waitress whose sudden change in expression shows she’s recognized them. “it would have been nice.”

“yeah.” yunho says. his tone says he’s thinking the same thing.

jaejoong thinks about telling him that he misses him. his fingers ache from hitting the bathroom floor, and his back is starting to protest. he moves across the room.

“i have to go,” yunho says.

“okay,” jaejoong replies.

there’s silence. yunho breathes out.

“it’s okay,” jaejoong says. i still love you.

“bye, jaejoong.”

i love you too.

he doesn’t hang up the phone until the dull voice of the operator tells him: if you would like to place a call, hang up and--.

he breathes.

...Oh, my shipper heart. I think this piece is where some of your best qualities in writing shines through, like how you can take the mundane and make poetry out of it. ♥ Everything unspoken between them :( oh god

Zachary Quinto...AND ME. Yessssssss.

YooSu? MERLIN/ARTHUR (you don't watch Merlin tho, do you?)...(although really i've been single too long to like couples, cries TT_TT)

love the song. /downloads

(do you like the new Skins? i am actually really enjoying it.)

I SECOND MERLIN/ARTHUR :D

HI KAYBEE sorry i'm 500 years late ;___;

harry/draco - There is a way to be good again.

yunho/jaejoong - they don't love you like i love you or http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfw91xRxXI1qzr04eo1_500.jpg

jaejoong/changmin - http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg2204Srb01qzr04eo1_500.jpg

more h/d! hehehe :|

ummm have a little angsty harry/draco after harry's murderous!curse in book six? pre-everything falling apart :|

a rustle, and draco in the doorway to the owlery with his cheek bruised, just slightly.

if he hadn’t been looking for it, he wouldn’t have noticed. harry says: hi.

uncomfortable silence. dirty residue sticks to all of his thoughts, guilt or something a little more terrible draped thick on harry’s tongue as he looks out the window. he wonders if malfoy will try to curse him as soon as he turns his back. he thinks that maybe he wouldn’t mind.

(there had been so much blood. harry blinks away the memory.)

draco is silent. when harry steps past him, his shoulders flinch minutely, and this stings more than any curse would.

before this, over accusations of open chambers and cedric’s death and gossip columns in newspapers, malfoy had been the one constant. the one person who never - who thought it was stupid to, really - feared him.

harry hated this moment.

draco didn't look back.

god above you wrote H/D I can't believe it askdjhnsak H/D FROM YOUUUUU ;A; Again like the Yunjae piece, so many unspoken things here and urgh srsly please, write more? Not telling you to expand this though since the length is perfect, like a cut scene from a larger movie but urgh you know what I mean yeah? MORE FIC. MOARR~

/digs out Draco icon for occasion hee~

ohai so I'm sorry I kinda spammed your post with my flailage but ksajdnsak /sheepish

are you still taking prompts bb? :D

i love flailage! AND WILL REPLY TO IT WHEN I'M NOT ABOUT TO SLEEP BECAUSE IT'S UH, four in the morning.

definitely still taking prompts, bb! (:

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