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yukinoomoni) wrote2011-09-30 06:45 pm
yukinoomoni) wrote2011-09-30 06:45 pm
Tee-hee
(Well, for me it is, anyway.)
Because all of you are so awesome and amazing for having to put up with my daily histrionic babbling, I've decided to hold a Friends List Appreciation Week event here on my journal. Please comment with a request for one (or all) of the following:
-Name of a fandom, character and prompt, for a little ficlet written just for you;
-Question that you have been meaning to ask me but keep forgetting;
-Something that you have been meaning to tell me but haven't found the chance;
-A request for a good read, good listen, good show/movie, or good whatever;
-A nice compliment just for you!
There are no limits and no slots. This will be open for everyone on my friends list, for as long as it takes for everyone to participate if they would like! If I am unable to fill the ficlet request, you will be given a chance to make another request.
Okay! Go!
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I'm not asking for anything, either. I just wanted to tell you that ♥
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I find our friendship funny. We started out as such angry enemies adamant on ship superiority, prone to snarling at each other at the least provocation. Now, because of your maturity, I have discovered that you are a rather interesting, thoughtful, and fun person, and you also understand much of how I am because you have had similar experiences. I'm glad we were able to patch things up and become friends. I'm glad you had the courage to be mature when I did not.
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Okay, so now you get a compliment!
I know I can always count on you for a kind word, and that's really wonderful. It's so rare to see a kind word offered freely nowadays, but you always seem to be the first to jump in and give more than one word =3. I really am grateful for your kindness and patience, and I hope I'm able to provide the same for you!
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Aang/Katara, Anniversary
But there were some things that should never be forgotten. And for Katara, an anniversary was definitely one of them.
It had been five years to the day that they had had their first real kiss in the new peacetime, one without confusion and dread and fear. For Katara, it was the first moment that they had finally gotten together, as a couple.
So why was she all alone in Iroh's tea shop, sipping the house blend moodily? Because Aang was in the Fire Nation, as usual, with Zuko, once again going over more plans for their stupid city, instead of with her, talking with her, laughing with her, being with her.
Iroh had, for the most part, left her alone, except to come by and fill her teacup or give her complimentary dough fritters. He occasionally gave her sympathetic glances and once offered a kind ear, but she was too angry and hurt to accept it. She just sat and brooded, hating Aang and Zuko and their stupid city and then not really hating anything all at once.
When it was close to closing, Iroh came by and said, very gently, "Would you like anything to go?"
Katara looked up at him, her eyes dark. "No, I'm okay. I guess ... I guess I just sort of hoped that Aang would surprise me, would just show up and surprise me with something and then everything would be perfect. But he's not here. And it isn't."
Iroh place a soft hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sorry," he offered, and she sighed, deeply and painfully and said, "It's not quite okay yet. I just hope it will be."
Katara finished off her tea and got up to leave, realising with a start that it was already nighttime. She trudged slowly towards the door, not quite sure where she was going after this, just that she wasn't going to go home.
The moment she walked out of the door, she stopped. Her eyes flicked around her quickly, a wave of surprise spreading through her like a warm balm. Without her control, her face broke into a smile and her eyes stung with tears.
There, right on the wooden deck where they had kissed, was Aang, standing amidst a sea of candles with a small smile. Behind him was a small tea table, laden with delicious vegetarian foods that smelled heavenly. Aang grinned wider when he saw her.
"Finally," he said, a laugh in his voice. "I've been waiting here for hours!"
She threw herself at him and attacked him with kisses and half-hearted punches. "You made me think you forgot!"
Aang took both onslaughts with sparkling eyes. "Never," was all he said. It was all he needed to say.
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So, I don't know you as well as I'd like, but what I do know, I do like. You're very determined and you know what you like, and that's good! I love how devoted to Kataang you are, and it's nice to have a fellow canon-fan! I'm very sorry to hear about your life disappointments, and I hope it gets better for you =(. Keep being awesome, okay?
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And for the request, I'll go with Zuko/Suki, tease.
Zuko/Suki, tease
They were supposed to be paying attention. After all, it wasn't every day that the Firelord visited Kyoshi Island in order to hear the complaints of the people, in order to see what he could make right. It was supposed to be very serious and very sombre and not what Suki was making it into - there, she did it again! Right when he met her gaze! The tip of her tongue slipped out and slowly licked her lips, her eyebrows raised and her eyes half-closed, her hands on her knees tightening just a little.
Zuko glared at her, and something in her eyes sparked, now that she knew she had him. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing very well that he really was caught by her, and he also knew that he wouldn't be able to pay attention, no matter how hard he tried.
Suki was in full Kyoshi uniform today. That wasn't a surprise, especially since he was in full Firelord robes from head to foot. Why was it that whenever she decided she wanted him, they were always covered in layers of clothing? Was it some sort of intricate way she tortured him?
This was supposed to be serious! There - she did it again, this time reaching up with one gloved hand and running her fingers through her hair, her eyes on his from the corner of her gaze. That was playing dirty; she knew how much he loved threading his fingers through her hair while they made love.
He shifted again, well aware that his body was reacting in very inappropriate ways. He glared at her again, and her smile grew catlike, which sent another stab of heat into his belly.
Someone was saying something, something important, and he listened with half an ear, answering in a distracted tone as best as he could. Suki answered as well, sounding far more collected than he, but their eyes never left each other, the air between them hot and practically sparking.
When the meeting was over, Suki stayed where she was. Zuko couldn't move, at least not until the room was empty. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes bright and her red-painted lips spread wide in a sultry grin. When the door closed and they were alone, he was the first to close the distance, claiming those lips as his.
By the first kiss, she was laughing, those laughs slowly turning to soft moans as he reached for her beneath her robes.
Now, it was his turn to tease.
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And I am to ask for stuff, because I'm a bitch like that.
Katara/Aang, ATLA, Teach Them to Fly
The only one of thinking of would be about one of your ex-boyfriends, to see if I deduced correctly, but I won't bring up bad memories of the past.
I think you are an infinitely better writer than I'll ever be, and all those times I'm jealous, I'm mad at myself, not at you. I wish you the best.
The Forest by Edward Rutherford, not fantasy, but probably my favorite of his by far.
Am I supposed to compliment myself or are you?
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I'm supposed to compliment you, silly. But thank you for that compliment. It means a bunch to me.
As for you, I think you really could be successful if you just let yourself, you know? You're so worried about what others will think that it stops you and blocks you from writing. You need to just forget about what others may say or think or feel and just write what you want! You have the talent, you just need the drive! Drive it! Additionally, I really do feel like you support my writing, because you always ask me to write stuff, which to me says that you really do enjoy what I scribble, which means a ton.
And your fic is forthcoming.
Katara/Aang, Teach Them To Fly
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Will you 'sever let Terry probe your nether regions?
It's lots of fun if you use plenty of lube!
Please can we go have a good road trip to Montreal and visit Joelle?
You are totally awesome and interesting!
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Er, considering my past experience with mthat area was a CT Scan prob, it's unlikely.
I would like to say yes, I really would, but I'm not sure when this can happen. I'm owed a week of vacation, but I wanted to use it for Christmas holidays. In the new year I'll be back to two weeks, so maybe we can look into it then.
Thank you <3
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With that said and done, I've been meaning to start watching some more stuff recently, you have any suggestions?
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Hm. Well, I'm watching Wolf's Rain. Have you seen it? It's not a very uplifting anime, but it's very interesting and nicely animated. Another one I could recommend if you're looking for a light high school romance is ToraDora.
If you've seen both, let me know and I can recommend more!
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Dairine/Roshaun
The early mornings are the worst, Dairine finds, as she wakes up at dawn. When the sun peaks through the window and into her eyes, it's often a reminder that feels light a bright slap. Even the comfort of knowing the sun is still there is never enough to ease the pain, what was lost instead of what could have been lost.
He had driven her absolutely insane. His arrogance, his haughtiness, his chilly temper...
And yet, his life wasn't good. He was a hunted man. He had lost so much. His people hated him, resented him, despised him. It was no small wonder that he had built up a thick skin.
Dairine hates using the past-tense. It makes her heartsick. But it's been months and there has been no sign at all, nothing.
They hadn't been friends ... at least not quite. There was respect there, affection, trust. Near...the end ... there was something blooming into something close to friendship. Which makes it all the more unfair.
Her hand falls to her necklace, the stone cold within her palm. She closes her eyes.
She wishes she could have asked him. Just once.
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And never apologize for ranting. It's your LJ, your opinions, your feelings. Never feel you have to apologize for them.
No requests on this end either. Just be your blunt, honest self. :)
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I find your enthusiasm for life and your optimism amazing. You always seem to be able to find something wonderful, even in the darkest of moments. I love how you are the same age as me and thus know what I'm talking about when it comes to nostalgia! I'm very glad and lucky that you are my friend. Thank you!
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A good read would also be nice! :D I've been looking for something good to read lately~
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Suki snorted. "Since when are you the pessimist? And besides, of course it's a good idea - it's mine."
They were hiding behind a wall, quite a distance away from Iroh's teashop. They were waiting, their eyes trained on the front door.
"This probably won't even work," Sokka went on. "And these stupid shoes hurt my feet!"
Suki rolled her eyes, though she had to privately admit that the thick, heavy wooden shoes were hurting her feet, too. "Just shush. Look! There she is! Shut up!"
He opened his mouth to protest, but she covered it, promptly shutting him up. Together with held breaths, they watched as Toph waved to Iroh and strutted out of the teashop, a wide grin on her face. In the other hand she held a paper bag stuffed with dough fritters.
As they watched, she walked towards them while whistling a tune - one that they both recognised as a very dirty and extremely offensive bar song. Both had to swallow their laughter.
The moment she was merely steps away, the two of them jumped out and started to shriek out, "GOTCHA!" However, before they were even able to get the word out, they found themselves on their asses, the stone ground beneath their feet shifted in order to trip them.
"How did you know?!" Sokka demanded, sounding extremely offended. "We were wearing wooden shoes!"
Toph blew her bangs out of her face, grinning. "Guys, I'm blind, she snorted. "But I'm not deaf."
"Told you it was a bad idea," Sokka sulked. Suki flicked his nose in reply. It probably was, but it was still pretty damned funny.
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Aang/Mai/Suki: Coordinating a triad relationship takes trust.
Aang/Mai/Suki: Trust, Part One
This was Mai's first thought, as she awoke to a bright sun shining on her eyes. She felt very warm and very comfortable, and it was only when she woke up a bit more that she realised why. She sandwiched between Suki and Aang beneath a mountain of blankets, and even then there was still a faint winter chill in the air. Naked skin touched naked skin, and as Suki sighed into her shoulder, Mai found herself squishing closer to Aang in order to bury her cold nose into his neck. He shifted, but didn't wake up, and again Mai felt oddly warm.
Neither one of them anticipated anything like this happening. After all, they had started hanging out together from very unhappy circumstances. No one was quite ready for anything romantic at the moment.
Or so they had thought.
It had started, oddly, with a play.
It was Aang's idea. About a month or so after they had come together nursing broken hearts, it was mutually decided that they needed to do something fun and happy. It was pretty easy to agree to this, especially since they had spent most of those weeks moping and raging at their situations - not very productive, in the long run.
"Well," Suki said, looking weary. She, like Mai, didn't really like going out in public too much, due to being semi-famous and probably publicly known as the lesser of two women. "Where do you think we could go that would cheer us up?"
Mai shrugged, looking at her nails. They were growing back, but some of them were still crooked - not even layers of nailpolish could hide how badly they had been chewed. "I would prefer no where in the Fire Nation, if you don't mind."
Aang scrunched up his face, seeming to also be at a loss of where to go without too much trouble.
Then his eyes lit up and he smiled. "What about a play?"
"I said outside of the Fire Nation," Mai answered instantly.
"Not every play is held within the Fire Nation," Suki said.
"Every good play is."
"No no, come on, that's not fair," Aang broke in, giving her a look that spoke of being tired of that kind of talk. Mai smirked, unable to keep it in, and Suki scowled at her, suddenly getting that she had been teased and had risen to the bait. She loved doing that to both of them, but Suki was probably the most amusing, since she always reacted.
"There are good players in the Earth Kingdom, too," Aang was saying. "There's Kabuki. Is there still Kabuki? I liked it."
Suki blinked. "I think so. It's not as popular as it used to be, so there aren't as many shows, but we could probably find at least one crew somewhere that does it."
"Kabuki?" Mai echoed. "I've never heard of it."
"Really?" Suki wondered mildly. "And I thought you knew everything."
Well, Mai had deserved that, after all. She returned Suki's barb with a smile, and the younger woman smiled back.
"Well, you'll love it," Aang said confidently. "It's awesome. It has fighting, romance, action, and really great costumes and makeup!"
Mai was still looking at Suki, who had gone pink at this. She didn't really understand why (later she would, but not then). "Sounds fine to me," Mai said, shrugging. "But how do we find a place that does it?"
Aang looked thrilled, now that they had a plan. "We just ask."
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Aang/Mai/Suki: Trust, Part Two
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Avatar: the Last Airbender, Um...Any 4 avatars, animals? :D
Kyoshi - Animals
But Kyoshi couldn't even think of such an idea for too long. For her, it wasn't possible for her to have an animal partner. She had already had one.
When she was younger, just into her teens, she had found a small infant cat-bird, one barely out of its baby feathers. She looked up and saw that there was a nest overhead, but from the looks of it, the mother and the remaining kits had already dismissed the fallen one as dead. Kyoshi scooped up the kit in her shirt and took it home.
Her father was surprised to see his only daughter come home with an animal in her hands. She hadn't shown much of a nurturing side before, but when he started to ask, her eyes filled with tears, and she snarled, "It's not dead yet!" He nodded, and watched as his dirt-covered tomboy carefully made a cradle of discarded rags within a small wooden box.
For weeks, the box was Kyoshi's prayer altar. She would crouch beside it, sometimes feeding the kit some warmed milk, other times holding it close while she changed the soiled bedding. For weeks she kept this vigil, until one day she looked into the box and found it empty. Panicked, she ran around looking for her kit, only to look up by chance and find it chirping meekly from one of the rafters overhead, looking terrified that it had managed to fly.
"Looks like your kit has become a cat-bird," her father said wryly, as Kyoshi danced in circles beneath it trying to lure it down.
She named the kit Pancake, after the only solid food that it - she - would eat. Pretty soon, the young cat-bird became quite at home within the small house, sleeping in Kyoshi's room while perched upon her bed's headboard, or joining her on her daily excursions into caves and abandoned mines, perched upon her shoulder with her sharp paw-claws.
For almost a year they were always together, Kyoshi and Pancake, Pancake and Kyoshi. It didn't take long for the locals of the village to get used to this strange site of girl and cat-bird.
But one day, Pancake suddenly jumped from her shoulder and leapt into the sky. With panic, Kyoshi reached out to grab her, but her hands were too slow. She caught sight of another cat-bird, with brighter colouring, and with a duet of purrs and meowing, the two birds flew off and out of sight.
It broke Kyoshi's heart.
"She was always wild," her father told her softly, as she wept within his arms. "She stayed for a bit, but her home was out there."
After that, she could never give her heart to another animal, and for a while she had trouble giving her heart to another person. How could she, when other hearts seemed so fickle when it came to her love?
She was the only Avatar in noted history to live her life without an animal partner.
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As for a ficlet... Twelve Kingdoms, Youko and Rakushun, friendshippy?
Youko/Rakushun - Friend-shippy, Part One
It didn't surprise him. Enki had reported something along the lines of, "Youko's trying, but it's taking her longer than usual. And of course, you know Keiki -" and here he pulled a face, so appropriate upon his childlike face, "- he's as serious as she is. She never gets the support she really needs."
"And what kind do you think she needs?" Rakushun had asked.
Enki smiled, his eyes glittering. "The kind that isn't serious."
Even as he shadowed the doorway, Rakushun wasn't quite sure what that meant. But he knocked on the door anyway, hoping that he could at least distract her for a while.
Her eyes came to life as she jumped from surprise, her head jerking towards him. As was her style, she wore robes suited for someone lower-class, but that was just her way - she didn't like the robes suited for a king, preferring the simpler kind, or even men's clothes. He knew it drove everyone crazy, but he really admired her for it.
"Rakushun," she murmured, sounding dazed, as if she were miles away while lost in her thoughts. "What are you doing here?" Then her face scrunched up in displeasure. "Don't tell me - Enki sent you."
He took that as an invitation and walked into the room, smiling a little and twitching his whiskers as he swallowed his urge to laugh. "Well, in a way," he admitted, causing her to roll her eyes and place a hand on her forehead. "But you have to admit that I've been more tardy than usual lately."
Youko lowered her hand and blinked at him, as if confused by this. "But you have school. I know that. How is it going?"
Rakushun paused, recognising her tactic. She did this every time he came by - in order to keep him from discussing her own progress, she wheeled the conversation towards himself.
He decided to humour her for the moment, since talking about school was always such a delight. He had been held back for so long when he lived in Kou that it was still a novelty, even after a couple of years, that he was being educated based on his intelligence instead of his species. He discussed at length with her about the many odds and ends about his daily life, the people he had met, his rather flattering nickname, and so on. She listened with a smile, her cheek back on her hand, only it was a gesture of great concentration rather than boredom.
When he ran out of words, she smiled wider. "I'm so glad you're happy," she said, her eyes shining.
"What about you, Youko?" he answered, scratching at his nose a little in shyness from her compliment. "How are you doing?"
Youko/Rakushun - Friend-shippy, Part Two
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2) Do you like being an Eastside Canada girl? Do you think us Westsiders are weirs? (Oops, that might've been two)
3) Your twitter makes me laugh everyday.
4) The first couple of 'Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter' books. She's sexy, badass and loves stuffed penguins. If that's not your cup of tea check out John Wyndham, my all time favourite author. He's a British sci-fi author who penned 'Day of the Triffids', 'The Kraken Wakes' and 'The Midwich Cuckoos'. For someone writing in the 50s in England he's oddly progressive in his views of women and I absolutely classify him as a feminist. Hell, in one of his books I'm pretty sure he snuck in some lesbians.
Wee!
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2. More or less. I'm fond of the weather mostly, but the politics piss me off to no end. Weirs?
3. I tried reading Laurel K Hamilton but I couldn't take her seriously. I will, however, look into John Wyndham.
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