sincere | Voter appreciation post

Entry tags:

writing

Voter appreciation post

Got up early so that I could vote on my way to work and now I'm a zombie. Democracy is so hard. Seriously though it took 10 minutes out of my day, do it.

Remember the good old days when I would do little drabbles for voters? That was cute. I'll do that again if anyone is interested for some reason! It's a midterm election so no one cares but just because no presidents are involved doesn't mean it's not important.

If you voted, you can comment with 3 pairings and I will write you a small shippy fic. Your pairings can be from the following fandoms:

Bleach, Code Geass, D. Gray-Man, Final Fantasy VI-VII-IX-X-XII, Fire Emblem: Awakening, Kingdom Hearts, Marvel Cinematic Universe (not up to date on Agents of SHIELD FYI), Mass Effect, Megami Kouhosei, Suikoden, Tales of the Abyss, Tales of Vesperia, The World Ends With You

And probably some more I've forgotten, so if you're curious about my fandoms, ask me. Happy voting!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Does it count that I voted during my country's last elections? lol, no, I don't need anthing. It's a sweet thing you're doing. ;)

I don't mind! I've given voter appreciation drabbles to wacky foreigners like you before. :D It's the principle of the thing.

I voted long distance for my mom's city's mayoral election!

That counts!

Did you vote for Douglas Ford

No, because neither me nor my mother have ever lived in Toronto. Although, for the record, I would have voted for Olivia Chow.

How dare you. John Oliver commanded you to vote for Douglas Ford.

Pairings!

Look down! :D

John Oliver commanded Toronto to vote for Douglas Ford. I am no Torontonian!

Fair enough.

I SHALL

THREE PAIRINGS.

Lucina/Gerome (FE:A), Lavi/Lenalee (DGM), Urahara/Yoruichi (Bleach).

Gerome found Lucina bent over a stack of maps and scout reports, searching the lines of troops for weaknesses, for inspiration. Though she hadn't the same eye for strategy that Robin or Morgan had, he knew that she fully understood the import of those arcane symbols and numbers. Looking at the same things, Gerome knew only what they meant. Lucina could visualize them, put them in the context of men and land, see what they would need to be victorious and how to bring hope to her followers.

He had always admired that about her.

"Tirelessly working, as usual," he observed.

She turned to face him, brushing her hair back and mustering her small smile for him. "I could do no less when everyone is counting on me."

"I know." Gerome flickered a glance over the sheets occupying her attention. "We fight tomorrow?"

The smile slipped, and Lucina nodded. "It will not be an easy battle."

He knew that, too. Their enemy grew in number and in strength seemingly each day, and only the certain knowledge that there was no escape from this enemy kept their troops in place. If there had been an alternative course, he would not have blamed them for taking it.

It was not an option for Gerome. "The odds don't matter," he said. "I will fight to my last breath in your name." And he would take them down in swaths as he did, to show them that Lucina of Ylisse was no one to be taken lightly.

Lucina said, soft, "I am honored by your loyalty, Gerome, but I would greatly prefer it if you did not breathe your last tomorrow. That's why I keep looking over what we know..." She settled a hand over the map on the table.

He didn't argue with her. "Will you sleep?"

She shook her head, a denial, but she only said, "I don't know if I could."

Gerome seated himself in the chair across from her, prepared to stay up as long as she felt it necessary. After a few moments, she returned to her study, perhaps a little less grim than before.

In some few hours he stood again to retrieve a blanket, which he draped carefully over her shoulders. She didn't stir, her breath steady and even, and he allowed himself to lean in and press his lips to the top of her head, too light to stir even a strand of her hair.

Aw, that was precious! Gerome's a sweetie. :>

THANKS, KAY.

I dropped my ballot off this morning!

Bruce/Tony (MCU).

Tony's emotions were not what Bruce would call subtle. When Bruce had been a child one of the first lessons he had learned was how to stuff down and ignore his real feelings -- which, in retrospect, might not have been the best idea -- but he sometimes found it difficult to wrap his mind around the almost aggressive way that Tony made his emotions known.

The relentless thunking of the rubber ball against the wall was beginning to give him a headache. Bruce took off his glasses and leaned back from his reference book, cleaning them self-consciously. "Did that wall do something to offend you?"

"Do you ever think about how, applied to just the right structural location, you could bring the whole building down with even a relatively small application of force?" Tony asked, his rapid-fire voice edgier than usual.

"Not on a regular basis, but I'm familiar with the concept." Bruce shook his head, bemused. "I'm still not sure why you're trying to manage it with a rubber ball."

Thunk, thunk, thunk. "Well," thunk, thunk, "anything more complicated that I come up with," thunk, "needs to be patented fast and locked in a vault on the sun," thunk, thunk, "or apparently it belongs to everybody."

"You're upset about the subpoena," Bruce said, stating the obvious so that Tony would do his usual conversational thing and take off talking.

"How many times are they going to drag me into court to do the same old 'private citizen intellectual copyright' song and dance?" Tony mercifully kept the rubber ball in his hand to help him gesture wildly. "I'm performing a public service and the government is trying to take my stuff!"

He couldn't help himself; he had to point out, "I'm sure that if you created a robot to clear litter from the street, no one would be overly concerned about how you used it. But governments tend to get kind of nitpicky when the property damage climbs into decuple digit territory."

Tony pointed a finger at him, half-accusingly, but he only said, "Excellent use of mathematical vocabulary. That was sexy." Bruce inclined his head in amused acknowledgment. "But I'm sure you've run into this a few times. What do you do when they come after your toys?"

Bruce paused. "Well," he said, "since I've been on the run from government agencies for years, I mostly... let them."

"That's our problem, you and me, Bruce," Tony said with a dramatic sigh. "We're just too nice."

Thunk.

Bruce chuckled, gathering his book. "Let me know when you're over it."

"You should wait for me in bed. You can say more sexy things about set theory," Tony informed him.

"I'll take that under consideration," he said dryly, and didn't.

Hee! I could practically hear this exchange, complete with annoying ball bouncing. Thank you!

Omg omg. Yay! I voted~

Azuma/Rill (MK)
Kizna/Ikhny (MK)
Pepper/Tony (MCU)

Edited 2014-11-04 23:29 (UTC)

The reflexes didn't go away. No matter how many years had passed since he'd been in an Ingrid -- which was more than he'd ever have thought possible -- he still spent every battle watching tensely from the safety of the academy ship, hands clenching and unclenching, imagining the feel of the zeta skin around him and the fevered fear that was combat against the Victim, tensing with every alarm that went off to indicate damage to the ship or an AHW.

With all of the attention he could muster he would focus on his young Candidates in their Pro-Ings, but his heart was elsewhere.

And after the battles, he would find Rill. When she was done with her job, she would deign to join him.

They sat together on a bench, watching the muted ebb and flow of people traveling through GOA, handling the aftermath of another skirmish that had ended acceptably, if not (ever) well. Her shoulder was pressed against his arm and her crossed legs folded her calf over his, a comfortable reminder of her presence.

Rill let smoke trail into the air. "Your kids didn't mess up," she said.

He tilted his head back. "Yeah," he admitted. "Some of them have promise. Might even survive long enough for one or two of them to become Pilots."

"Don't be a jackass, Azuma. Take the compliment. It's your instruction that gets them however far they get."

He chuckled, reluctant. "I guess I'm just not used to hearing compliments from you."

"I wouldn't get used to it." She slanted him a smirk.

She always got him to relax when he was wound up, but the memories lingered. He closed his eyes. "Still feels like I'm right there and everyone's counting on me," he said. "Pathetic, right? Almost 20 years past my expiration date and part of me still thinks I'm in the cockpit, ready to go."

"You think I don't see the control console every time I hear them give launching orders?" Rill gestured sharply, her cigarette slashing at the air. "Wanting to take action doesn't go away, grandpa. As long as this war continues, we're always going to feel that way."

Even when they'd been young, Rill had a way of cutting to the heart of things. Azuma rested more comfortably against the bench. "I'm surprised you think of it the same way."

"Did I say it was the same?" She scowled. "You were in the thick of things, saving the damn day, being the big damn hero. I was trying to help from the bridge of GIS, wondering if you'd manage to come back in one piece."

That was fairly new -- Rill didn't often like to go into sentiment, and Azuma was surprised for a beat. Then he slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Why, Rill," he drawled. "That sounded almost cute."

"Shut your idiot mouth," she muttered, and kissed him to make it so.

everything on Dual Potential is so embarrassing now... orz

Eee thank you! This is wonderful, I miss them so much. I miss all of Megami Kouhosei so much. (And I too think back on those days. I cringe at what I wrote, oh lawd. And then I get wildly nostalgic anyway!)

I'm missing them a lot too! I actually just wrote a Zero and Erts fic for the

fic_promptly contest week and it's all coming baaaack to me noooow

The nostalgia is so great that it can even overcome the time-travel shame! I have all sorts of MK wants again. And the fandom was so great back then, we had so many people playing in that RP and everything... Sigh

Aaaaaaaaaahhh Zero/Erts!

That RP was so fun. I can almost forgive myself for my performance, lol. But geez, wasn't that entire cast played at one point?? That never happens. That RP spoiled me forever, omg.

Wooo, now I don't have to request Rill and Azuma. : Db

y embarrassing ._.?

CAN I STILL GET A FICLET EVEN IF THE PERSON I VOTED FOR DIDN'T WIN.....

also does it have to be shippy, can I ask for cute Henry & Ricken friendship times

It was very important to Ricken that he be taken seriously, which was why he always snuck out of sight of the encampment each evening before feeding the local wildlife.

The problem wasn't that he felt that feeding animals was inherently problematic, he assured himself. Maybe his future counterpart -- being a tall, powerful sorcerer, probably greatly respected in his time -- had mastered the art of doing so with dignity. But at the moment, he very much feared that someone who caught him crouching down a woodland glade with little birds and squirrels and big-eyed deer swarming around him adoringly might find the image less respectable.

So he was surprised when a voice said brightly from behind him, "Wow, they really trust you!" Ricken yelped, scattering the animals as he scrambled to his feet and tripping over himself, landing on his butt on the ground. Unperturbed, his guest continued, "Usually animals are worried that any nearby human is going to pop their heads off or something."

That was all the introduction that he needed. Ricken swept his hat back and blinked up at Henry for a beat before his brain caught up. "Who would pop their heads off?!" he exclaimed.

"Well, most people don't want a head attached to their fur coat," Henry said, reasonable. "Why, did you want one with the head still on? Maybe like a hood? That would look awesome on you!"

The idea was nauseating enough that the intended compliment did not even fluster him. "I don't want to make a coat out of them," he said. "I'm just giving them something to eat?"

"To fatten them up?" Henry asked, tilting his head to the side as if he didn't understand what he was hearing.

"No! Because I don't want them to be hungry, that's all."

He found himself looking straight into Henry's eyes, unnervingly. "You just want to help them?" the older boy asked, sober.

"Yes. That's all." Ricken steeled himself for one of Henry's grating laughs or maybe some more well-meaning comments on the awesomeness of the hypothetical fur coat he could have.

Instead, there was a beat before Henry smiled again, the unshakable airy smile he always wore. "That sounds like fun," he said. "Mind if I join you?"

Ricken was caught by surprise, and then smiled back at him, tentative. "Oh-- Well, of course. I didn't know you liked animals!"

"You didn't?" Henry lifted his eyebrows. "I like animals better than people. I go out to feed the crows all the time. Have I ever told you about my wolf friend?"

The deer came creeping back as they chatted, and Henry gave her a more sincere smile than Ricken had ever seen him give a human.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO this was so cute I couldn't even be bothered to log out before pressing my face against it.

A++ Kay.

I have been planning to write Ricken the Disney Princess + Henry the Wolf Boy since like the day after you made this prompt but I haven't written a damn thing since then so it had to wait

But I was determined to do it before the end of the year!!!! SO MERRY CHRISTMAS

Is it too late to request a ficlet? I actually voted ridiculously early but somehow managed to miss this post.

sdflksg I need to star this in my inbox so I don't forget poor Val

request away I really kind of want to do a big drabble request post like in the good old days but these are not those days......

Sweet. Let's say . . .

Bleach: Orihime and Ichigo
Gensui II: Viktor and Anabelle
Megami Kouhosei: Kizna and Ikhny

I hope those days come again for you soon! Not because I selfishly want to leech more fic from you, but because I suspect that will signal an upswing in QoL.

. . . well, I mean, okay, not entirely because selfish leeching.

Selfish leeching is all that gets me off my ass sometimes. Anyway MERRY CHRISTMAS???

Saki was a light sleeper. She'd never had to share a room before and hadn't been prepared for how miserable nights on GOA would be. Any inadvertent bump of knee against a wall or discreet trip to the restroom would leave her awake for a long time. Dr. Rill had prescribed her medication that Saki explained as, "It makes it so stuff like that doesn't get through to my brain and wake me up. I'll still hear if the sirens go off, though!"

All Kizna knew was that it knocked her out for seven and a half hours almost to the second, and that it could be unintentionally hilarious.

Saki had slowly rolled herself half out of her cot, bent over backward with her head dangling upside-down. She was snoring, open-mouthed, and an arm gracelessly flopped onto the floor, cushioned by her tangled hair. It was how Kizna imagined Zero slept.

Kizna heard Ikhny start giggling in the cot below hers, and felt matching amusement threatening to burst out of her. She whispered, "Shh!! You'll--" and then she really was giggling "--you'll wake her up--"

They both desperately muffled laughter. Ikhny wheezed, "How... are we supposed to look at her in the morning..."

"Shh!" The insistence was counterproductive, setting them both off again.

It took a minute before Kizna could breathe, but she could hear Ikhny still going. She shifted, sliding out from under her blanket and lowering herself down to Ikhny's cot, settling on the mattress to block her view. "Shh," she said again.

In another minute they were both breathing easy. Kizna thought about returning to the upper bunk, but she did like these moments -- like a sleepover that never ended, curled up on the mattress together and whispering together every night without fear of being overheard or interrupted.

"Thank goodness for Saki's medication. I don't know when I've laughed like that," she said quietly instead.

"Neither do I," Ikhny agreed.

Ikhny needed the laugh more. Struck by the thought, Kizna widened her eyes. "Are you ticklish?" she asked.

The other girl gasped. "Don't you dare!"

"Then... tell me a funny story." Kizna settled in, lying her head against Ikhny's pillow so that they were facing each other. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but she tilted her right ear so that it wasn't at too awkward an angle.

"I don't know any! You know I'm not good with jokes..."

"Not a joke! A funny story that happened to you."

Ikhny bit her lip, visibly thinking it over. "Well," she said shyly. "The other day -- you'd helped get Roose to the medbay, and Zero was still excited from the simulation..."

They were the ones tired the next morning, but Kizna caught Ikhny's bloodshot eyes and nodded to draw her attention to Saki, hissing at Clay as he awkwardly attempted to work knots out of her hair. Zero turned at their snickering, wearing a puzzled expression, making it worse.

Totally worth it.

Then I shall ~~selfishly~~ selflessly leech away for your own good. SAME TO YOU???

Ahhhhhhhh, the cuteness. I CANNOT--

Love all the little details here, like Saki's description of the medicine, Kizna watching her sleep and thinking Zero probably sleeps like that too, the adorable never-ending sleepover, and the less-awkward ear-tilt. Thanks, Kay. You da bes.

Ikhny needed the laugh more. Struck by the thought, Kizna widened her eyes. "Are you ticklish?" she asked.

I CAN SEE IT. I CAN SEE THAT EXACT PANEL IN MY HEAD.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Voter appreciation post

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

FE:A, "The Night Before The Battle"

no subject

no subject

MCU, "Tuples"

Re: MCU, "Tuples"

no subject

Megami Kouhosei, "Veterans"

Re: Megami Kouhosei, "Veterans"

Re: Megami Kouhosei, "Veterans"

Re: Megami Kouhosei, "Veterans"

Re: Megami Kouhosei, "Veterans"

no subject

Fire Emblem, "I Bet You Thought I'd Forgotten"-- I mean, "Squirrelly", why not

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Megami Kouhosei, "Morning After"

Re: Megami Kouhosei, "Morning After"