Meme time again!

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Because the chat demands it for GREAT JUSTICE...

DAMNED ANONYMOUS FIC/ART MEME

1) ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing/character/monster/whatever and a prompt.
2) ANONYMOUSLY fill as many prompts as you want.
3) ???
4) PROFIT.

Same rules as last time. At least one character in your prompt must already be a character in the game but other than that..go wild. 8D Try to fill as many prompts as you request. This isn't a rule but it's a nice thing to do to keep the meme alive.

WARN IN THE SUBJECT LINE FOR ADULT CONTENT (♥) OR SPOILERS. ty.

[example]

HAVE AT IT! XO

Comments

ÜBER-LULZ

[(Anonymous)]

OH GOD WORKING ON IT :DDDDD

[(Anonymous)]

*Bows* Hahaha OF COURSE HE WOULD, HE'S PHEAD. <3

[(Anonymous)]

SO AM I. 8DDD;;

I originally made this for Light's b-day but :[ (lolol, recycling)

(http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n318/homeostatis/happybday.jpg)

WIN

[(Anonymous)]

HOLY SHIT SOMEONE'S WORKING ON IT ILU. ♥

[(Anonymous)]

"Well, you see," Claude said to Guy as they sat beneath a courtyard tree's cool shade, "it isn't like we just went and hurled people off into space from the get go. It was a long process mostly fueled by the fierce rivalry between the United States and the Soviet Union. First satellites, then rockets, then sending animals out into space, sending and receiving signals from way out there, that sort of thing. A bunch of different milestones leading to the big event, I guess you could say."

"Right, I figured it was something like that from what you've told me before," the other blond responded as he leaned back against the tree's trunk, and he watched as a younger captive did sit-ups by the pond. Claude glanced over at Guy and leaned back too, but chose to stare at the bright, blue sky, preferring it to the prison around them. He listened as Guy continued speaking. "And with all the research, designing and testing that went into our airships, I'm sure the amount of work that went into building a spaceship was staggering. I mentioned that people from the Dawn Age had started on something similar, but..."

"The Dawn Age, huh?" Claude rested his arms on his knees as he watched a bird fly overhead. "It sounds like it was a pretty advanced time. Some things sound comparable to 20th century Earth, but honestly, I don't even know if my time is capable of doing some of the things you've told me." Erecting trees that raised the planet's surface from a muddy poison? It was incredible!

"And there's still a lot we don't know about it," Guy added. "It's like everything started back from square one after the Dawn Age, if you consider all the technology that was lost."

"But it's not like you guys are living in the dark ages or anything now, right?" the Earthling said, though it took him a brief moment to respond because he'd been staring at an oddly shaped cloud. "It seems like your civilization is moving along pretty nicely, despite the set-backs."

"Well, the only reason we have airships now is because we found old fontech from back then," the older blond explained. "And if people from the Dawn Age couldn't figure out how to break through the planet's atmosphere, I doubt I'll be seeing anything like that in my lifetime." The notion sounded vaguely sad coming from him, though Claude wasn't sure if it was because of Guy's tone or because he knew how happy it'd make Guy to see something so marvelous. He suspected it was a bit of both, though.

"Maybe there'll be a big breakthrough," Claude said brightly. "If your people can better understand what exactly makes the airships work, and you can make your very own, original models, then that by itself would be a giant leap forward, don't you think?"

"True," Guy admitted, and he quietly smiled at the thought as his gaze became lost in the pond's reflection. "But sending a person to the moon? I don't know. It doesn't seem likely I'll see it." Claude knew he wasn't trying to be a pessimist, but was trying to be more realistic about the situation, despite how exciting the prospect was. And it was then an idea came to him.

Without even thinking, the younger blond turned to Guy, suddenly looking earnest. "You'll see it," he said firmly. "When we get out of here, I'll take you to the moon myself. I promise." Startled, Guy sharply turned towards Claude, his eyebrows raised.

"What? Are you serious?"

To be honest, the words had left Claude's mouth before he'd had a chance to properly think them over, but he had meant everything he'd said. "Of course! Why, you could even bring Luke, and we could all take a trip together. Don't you think that sounds nice?"

"It doesn't sound nice," Guy said, and for a split second, Claude almost ducked his head, feeling oddly embarrassed for suggesting something so silly, until the other blond continued. "It sounds fantastic! I'd love to go to the moon with you! I can't even imagine what it's like!" Guy let out a huge breath as he settled back against the tree trunk, and he practically glowed at the thought. He wasn't looking at the walls around them, or the other patients, or even Claude anymore, but up above, and once he saw the way Guy's eyes reflected the blue sky, something warm swelled in his heart.

[(Anonymous)]

That's awesome <3

[(Anonymous)]

WE WIN AT LIFE. \o/

And and and omg that's beautiful. ♥!!!! Poor Misa. So underappreciated even if she is sort of like o god, sdkljhkldghlk WHY THE AUGH.

Re: OF COURSE lT'S ALRlGHT. ♥

[(Anonymous)]

Whoo! It's all right!! *cheers* Yay for the art~~~~!! Glad you like iiiiiiiiiiit~~ (and I swear if Luffy ever gets down to the Sphinx chamber... some poor group is going to die...)

TOTAL WIN!

[(Anonymous)]

WHEN IT'S DONE, YOU MUST GIVE IT IT'S OWN SPECIAL LOUNGE POST!!

*is SO VERY ANONYMOUS*

[(Anonymous)]

HAHA I LOVE YOU FOR THIS AND SO DOES ANYA (although Angel might kill you) ♥ ♥ ♥

[(Anonymous)]

http://i26.tinypic.com/amtv0p.jpg

[(Anonymous)]

THANK YOU ANONYMOUS!! AWESOME AS ALWAYS!

HURRAY FAMILY VACATION

Warning: Sexual Content (duh) 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Exotic long green hair spread out in stark contrast against the bland white sheets the hospital beds were covered with as the girl shifted her position, reaching her hand up to grasp the bed's metal frame as if to gain purchase. Her breathing was heavy, small cries catching in the back of her throat in response to the sensations her body was feeling for the first time. Eyes unfocused, they moved across the ceiling and down to the face of the older blonde woman who had undressed her, laid her down and stroked the flush that had spread across her body from the initial revealing of what this night's training to a level neither of them thought was possible.

“You're not paying attention,” Beatrix said as she leaned over Mion, herself still clothed, as her nails traced delicate circles around the younger girl's breast, playing across the nipple briefly. She frowned at the gasp that generated from the girl.

She knew this was a hard lesson for a girl like Mion to learn, but it had to be done. If she truly was to become the head of a powerful household she was going to have to contend with assassins at some point. The best way to defend oneself again an assassin was to learn and perfect the assassin's ways. This was why the Bride was going through with this particular training; she derived no pleasure from the sexual act, even less as she knew the girl was a virgin, but at no point had Mion actually said no. Either the girl was fascinated with the prospect of sex with another woman, truly taking her training to heart... or she had succumbed to the typical hormones of a seventeen year-old girl.

“Ah... it's... so....” Mion gasped out, pausing to moan again as Beatrix moved to give both the girl's breasts attention. “This is just.. I can't...”

“You have to focus,” the Bride said, her voice firm before she turned her tone seductive. “There are many ways for an assassin to kill her target. If something long-range, like a sniper, cannot be completed due to high levels of security, one has to get close to her target.” She leaned down and tugged on Mion's earlobe with her teeth. “Very close,” she breathed into the girl's ear.

The effect was immediate, the girl was squirming and her knuckles turned white as she grasped the frame of the bed. Beatrix curled her tongue around Mion's ear as she slowly started to slide her hand down the smooth skin of the girl's stomach. “Most men... and women... are easily blinded to their surroundings when confronted with sex,” she said, her voice still low and sultry as she played with the skin at the girl's navel, moving her own body closer.

“Really?” Came the reply. Though the question was breathy, it did show the girl was trying to focus. Very good. There was hope for her yet.

“Indeed,” Beatrix answered, turning the heiress' head to the side to expose her neck only to place her lips there. A moment later, Mion's free hand threaded into the shaggy blonde strands that teased her shoulder, another small quiet cry coming from her more felt by the Bride's lips at her throat than by her ears when the teacher found a sensitive spot on the student at the base of her neck. The Bride's hand drifted lower to lightly stroke through the patch of hair that proved the green tresses were not merely dyed.

“Sex is a very effective disarming technique some professionals use called...”

Beatrix's voice trailed off as Mion whimpered and squirmed some more, obviously not paying one shred of attention to her teacher's verbal instruction. With a sigh, the ex-assassin raised her head though she did not still the motions of her hand. She looked down at the girl's face, seeing how glazed over her eyes were, and tried to remember what it was like back when she was Mion's age and had been taken by one of the farmhands up in the hayloft while Ma, Pop and Sis were out at the county fair. Did she look anything like this? Granted, her own techniques were much more refined and precise than those of that man... who's name she couldn't remember anymore. One day, BB would ask her about her first time and at least her story was a normal one. What would Mion tell her future daughter about her first time?

That was a guilt she would subject herself to at a later time. What was done was done.

Warning: Sexual Content (duh) 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

“Mion,” she said to the girl, her voice again that of the unbending instructor, the unbreakable assassin. “Recite the four target zones of self-defense.”

Her teacher's tone was not to be argued with and Mion had spent enough time being trained by Beatrix, as well as the time she'd spent learning from her grandmother, that the tone alone cut through some of the pleasurable sensations she was falling to. Her eyes cleared a little as her mind fought against her body. “...solar plexus... instep...” She bit her bottom lip, fighting against what she was feeling. “...nose... groin.”

“Good,” the Bride replied, sliding her fingers further down to feel how wet Mion was. Internally she sighed; some aspects of the body could never be fully controlled. “As I was saying...” Her eyes narrowed harshly. “Focus!”

“H-Hai!” Mion went back to biting her bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as she dealt with the conflict between what her body wanted to give into and what her mind was supposed to be paying attention to. This was so hard.

“When a preying mantis female mates with a male, she rips his head off and feasts upon his body, using his flesh as nourishment for herself and her newly laid offspring,” Beatrix continued upon receiving Mion's acknowledgment. “This is the principle in which this technique is derived from. The goal is to get your target to not only become so distracted by the sexual act that he or she forgets what's going on around her, but believes that you are just as taken by the act as the target is. At that moment, when there is little doubt that they will be capable of defending him or herself, that is when you strike.”

Beatrix leaned down, pressing her fingers deeply into Mion, eliciting a cry and a slight jerk from the heiress' hips. “Now, my student, how easily do you think I could kill you right now?” she asked, her tone deadly calm and cold, as she spoke into the girl's ear.

Something must have clicked in Mion's mind at those words as she suddenly went still and opened her eyes, though her breathing was still somewhat erratic. The Bride pulled back enough to catch sight of the widened jade eyes as they met the ice blue ones above her.

“You wouldn't... even have to try,” Mion replied, squeezing her eyes shut again for Beatrix had pulled her fingers back out and returned to stroking and then thrashing her head a bit to try and regain control over her body. “How do I... defend... if I thought you were...”

“You take control,” Beatrix replied, “in a way that allows you to keep a clear head.”

The hand Mion had in the blonde's hair trembled. “How do I do that?”

“Your personality may be somewhat dominant when you are comfortable, but you lack aggressiveness and real confidence when needed,” she answered. “I suggest you get comfortable and aggressive if you want to take control from me.” It would be interesting to see what the girl came up with, especially given this act was doing absolutely nothing for the Bride. She would not be able to control the ex-assassin's mind, but she could potentially find a way to distract the mind.

Warning: Sexual Content (duh) 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

Mion's hand trembled again as she thought over what to do, still trying to resist the pleasure being delivered to her body from her mentor. Her hand shifted, fingertips touching the exposed metal plate in Beatrix's head. The cold metal steeled Mion enough, grounded her some, to take the initiative required. Her fingers tightened in the blonde strands, gripping them as she pulled the Bride to her. She kissed the other woman hard, her other hand releasing from the bed frame to latch onto the woman's shirt, and then used all her strength to yank Beatrix fully onto the bed.

Interesting.

The ex-assassin was vaguely amused by the actions being taken, but she allowed herself to be pulled onto the bed, allowed herself to be kissed (only a virgin kissed like that), and even allowed the motion to remove her hand from between Mion's legs. If the girl thought this was how she was going to get control, she'd let it go for a bit before indicating it wasn't working. Hopefully, that will prompt the eager student to adapt to new tactics. If they were good enough for this first night of training, perhaps she would reward her apprentice by granting her the orgasm her nubile body so fiercely desired.


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AN: fhwfiwhfiwbgfwikgnq;ikjng! 37 characters over limit, forcing it to three posts. *grumbles*

Added bonus ending!

[(Anonymous)]

**

Another night, another training session. Beatrix stood, arms wrapped warmly around Mion, and the younger girl rest her head on the blonde's chest. The Bride stroked the green strands gently as her apprentice steadied her breathing and forced the flush from her face. Tonight was a night of more practical application of her newest technique.

“You have it set up?”

“Yes,” Mion answered, stepping out of her mentor's arms. “She's waiting for me.”

“Good.” Beatrix moved behind the girl and twisted her green hair up into a ponytail, using a relatively dull letter opener to keep it up. It was barely detectable in the darkened room, easily hidden from sight thanks to the only light provided by flashlights. “Are you sure she'll be receptacle?”

“I-I'm pretty sure there's... something there,” Mion replied, hand probing her hidden weapon. “Rena... she's hard to read sometimes. But I think there's something there.”

“If you believe she is a suitable target for this exercise, I will trust your instincts. Your objective is to use what we've worked on to 'kill' her. Success is awarded when you bring your concealed weapon to bear against her neck. Do not follow through.”

Mion nodded, her expression very calm and controlled, as if she'd been placed in such a situation before. Beatrix hid how proud she was becoming of her apprentice; she would show her pleasure when the Sonozaki heiress successfully completed the exercise.

Beatrix smirked. “Don't keep her waiting...”

*also anonymous liek whoa*

[(Anonymous)]

ANGEL SAYS, WHY IS ANYA ON TOP? :| Not that he doesn't get topped by just about every woman, anyway. *killed*

(♥)

[(Anonymous)]

Holy crap that's so cute. ♥

Re: (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

<3

Oh. I also forgot to mention: uh, hot. Like whoa.

[(Anonymous)]

Artemis/Hitsugaya

Prompt: Bitchfight

[(Anonymous)]

Ed/Artermis

Aspirations

[(Anonymous)]

*so anon it hurts* Kurikara/Hiei. Prompt: post-Landel's

[(Anonymous)]

LOL THANK YOU MUCHLY~~

HAHAH IT'LL MAKE GREAT PICS FOR THE PHOTO ALBUM YOU KNOW.

Re: Worksafe/Semi-cracky (hope it's all right!)

[(Anonymous)]

LOL not the requester, but I love this. Thanks so much for sharing!

[(Anonymous)]

\o/

It's green. :|;; BUT THANK YOU. I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ lolol I think she's just happy Light's not actively trying to off her being with @@@~\~**hiiiim**~/~@@@