Memes, Memes, Glorious Memes!
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cypsiman2The following memes were sponsored by angelchan_2004
First Meme!
So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me, something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about, or something you've always been curious about but have never asked, or something completely silly that you'd like me to answer for kicks. No limits on the range of questions, either: ask me anything you want to know about, whether it's a fannish opinion or a question about a fic of mine or trivia about my real life or my thoughts on events in the offline world.
Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!
Second Meme!
Comment with a request to see absolutely anything on my computer. My desktop, my documents, my bookmarks, my inbox, secret stash of pornography, external HD, collections, latest works in progress... whatever you're curious about.
And third Meme!
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and write a drabble about (each of) the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.
"Haseo, hurry up, the auction is about to start!" Atoli waved over to Haseo, whose light frame was now burdened by more then just belt buckles; indeed, in this server one's inventory was physically displayed for all to see, creating an amusingly lopsided display wherin Haseo was buried under a mountain of cute goods and knick-knacks, most of which were bird themed.
"Coming Atoli!" Haseo said, not bothering to hide the growl of frustration in his voice; it was rough, true, but the both of them knew that when push came to shove, Haseo wouldn't hesitate to do anything to make Atoli happy. And in its own way, this made Haseo happy too.
"I'm going to wake up, I'm going to wake up any time now." Yuugi had to believe that what was happening was a dream, he had to believe in the fundamental unreality of what was happening to him, he had to decisively disbelief in the soft yet firm sensation that was pressing into his arms.
"Come on Yuugi, smile for the camera!" But no, it was real. He really was at the amusement park with Anzu. An Anzu who was in a bikini, hugging him tightly within the photo booth. And no matter how much he wished it would, the other shoe would not drop.
"Just fine...the way I am?" In another universe, in another permutation of possibility, the moment was interrupted and lost forever. But in this rendition of events, the cause for that interruption did not transpire; elsewhere on the island, one Mai Kujaku was able to draw upon the prowess that the other Yuugi had demonstrated throughout that day, and broke through the darkness of the Player Killer.
"Yes, just fine, being as sweet, kind, and gentle as you are." In this way, Yuugi was given the chance to process what he'd heard, and act upon it. Feeling as though in the grip of a dream, he leaned towards Anzu, her fingers still lacing between his, and kissed.
"Hey, Azure Kite, look! A virus compromising the security of The World created by Aura!." A raspy grunt issued from the crimson clothed zombie-lookalike of Kite as he turned around in the direction that Ovan indicated. In that moment of distraction, Ovan retrieved his "My name is Tri-Edge" sign, and was just about to complete his brilliant scheme, when all of a sudden Haseo appeared.
"OVAAAAN!"
"Oh, Haseo..." Ovan knew he could still recover from this slight gaffe. "Look, I found Tri-Edge."
"You liar!"
"Grrruh?" Was the only response to come from Azure Kite.
It was mere hap instance that when Aang landed back on Appa after the battle with...whoever it was that had the metal hand and leg and could make stuff explode just by breathing and focusing, that in grabbing onto Katara that his hands ended right on her chest. Whether it was the exhilaration of escape, or the exhilaration of contact, neither Aang nor Katara felt it necessary to cease this contact any time soon.
"Today on my program, we have a very unusual set of guests. You see, this young man, this Yuugi Mutou, may seem to be only ten or twelve or so, he is every bit the sixteen year old teen that he actually is. And while like most teens his age he has girl troubles, the form of his troubles may surprise you all." Yuugi was sitting very still in his seat, desperately hoping that things on this show would not become as crazy as they usually did. "You see," Jerry Springer continued, "This young man has two girls who are fighting for his heart, and they've agreed to come onto this show to resolve this romantic battle once and for all. Our first guest is an American girl, a child prodigy who's graduated from college at the age of twelve, please welcome, Rebecca Hopkins!" A blond girl in pig tails cheerily skipped on stage and began showering Yuugi with kisses, despite his visible embarrassment over the matter, and concluded by wrapping herself around his arm.
"Don't you worry my Yuugi-bear, soon with Jerry's help we'll be together and you don't ever have to worry about the old hag any more."
"What did she just say!?" A not unreasonably angered voice called out from off-stage.
"Well, now is as good a time as any to bring out the other girl vying for Yuugi's heart. While Rebecca may match Yuugi's apparent age, let's just say that the other matches his true age in more ways then one. Come on out, Anzu Mazaki!" As Anzu forcefully strode out, the cameras and the men behind them performed a not-at-all subtle job of highlighting Anzu's more...developed features. Upon taking her seat, she immediately shoved Rebecca off Yuugi's arm.
"Listen you, I've had just about enough of you, latching onto Yuugi like a leech; don't you have any shame?"
"Hey, I'm not the one smuggling balloons in my shirt wherever I go." Rebecca said with a smug smile, to the played up shock of the audience.
"Well, things have already gotten to a feisty start, so lets go to a commercial and come back with some questions for our ladies and the lad trapped between them."
angelchan_2004 First Meme!
So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me, something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about, or something you've always been curious about but have never asked, or something completely silly that you'd like me to answer for kicks. No limits on the range of questions, either: ask me anything you want to know about, whether it's a fannish opinion or a question about a fic of mine or trivia about my real life or my thoughts on events in the offline world.
Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!
Second Meme!
Comment with a request to see absolutely anything on my computer. My desktop, my documents, my bookmarks, my inbox, secret stash of pornography, external HD, collections, latest works in progress... whatever you're curious about.
And third Meme!
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and write a drabble about (each of) the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.
"Haseo, hurry up, the auction is about to start!" Atoli waved over to Haseo, whose light frame was now burdened by more then just belt buckles; indeed, in this server one's inventory was physically displayed for all to see, creating an amusingly lopsided display wherin Haseo was buried under a mountain of cute goods and knick-knacks, most of which were bird themed.
"Coming Atoli!" Haseo said, not bothering to hide the growl of frustration in his voice; it was rough, true, but the both of them knew that when push came to shove, Haseo wouldn't hesitate to do anything to make Atoli happy. And in its own way, this made Haseo happy too.
"I'm going to wake up, I'm going to wake up any time now." Yuugi had to believe that what was happening was a dream, he had to believe in the fundamental unreality of what was happening to him, he had to decisively disbelief in the soft yet firm sensation that was pressing into his arms.
"Come on Yuugi, smile for the camera!" But no, it was real. He really was at the amusement park with Anzu. An Anzu who was in a bikini, hugging him tightly within the photo booth. And no matter how much he wished it would, the other shoe would not drop.
"Just fine...the way I am?" In another universe, in another permutation of possibility, the moment was interrupted and lost forever. But in this rendition of events, the cause for that interruption did not transpire; elsewhere on the island, one Mai Kujaku was able to draw upon the prowess that the other Yuugi had demonstrated throughout that day, and broke through the darkness of the Player Killer.
"Yes, just fine, being as sweet, kind, and gentle as you are." In this way, Yuugi was given the chance to process what he'd heard, and act upon it. Feeling as though in the grip of a dream, he leaned towards Anzu, her fingers still lacing between his, and kissed.
"Hey, Azure Kite, look! A virus compromising the security of The World created by Aura!." A raspy grunt issued from the crimson clothed zombie-lookalike of Kite as he turned around in the direction that Ovan indicated. In that moment of distraction, Ovan retrieved his "My name is Tri-Edge" sign, and was just about to complete his brilliant scheme, when all of a sudden Haseo appeared.
"OVAAAAN!"
"Oh, Haseo..." Ovan knew he could still recover from this slight gaffe. "Look, I found Tri-Edge."
"You liar!"
"Grrruh?" Was the only response to come from Azure Kite.
It was mere hap instance that when Aang landed back on Appa after the battle with...whoever it was that had the metal hand and leg and could make stuff explode just by breathing and focusing, that in grabbing onto Katara that his hands ended right on her chest. Whether it was the exhilaration of escape, or the exhilaration of contact, neither Aang nor Katara felt it necessary to cease this contact any time soon.
"Today on my program, we have a very unusual set of guests. You see, this young man, this Yuugi Mutou, may seem to be only ten or twelve or so, he is every bit the sixteen year old teen that he actually is. And while like most teens his age he has girl troubles, the form of his troubles may surprise you all." Yuugi was sitting very still in his seat, desperately hoping that things on this show would not become as crazy as they usually did. "You see," Jerry Springer continued, "This young man has two girls who are fighting for his heart, and they've agreed to come onto this show to resolve this romantic battle once and for all. Our first guest is an American girl, a child prodigy who's graduated from college at the age of twelve, please welcome, Rebecca Hopkins!" A blond girl in pig tails cheerily skipped on stage and began showering Yuugi with kisses, despite his visible embarrassment over the matter, and concluded by wrapping herself around his arm.
"Don't you worry my Yuugi-bear, soon with Jerry's help we'll be together and you don't ever have to worry about the old hag any more."
"What did she just say!?" A not unreasonably angered voice called out from off-stage.
"Well, now is as good a time as any to bring out the other girl vying for Yuugi's heart. While Rebecca may match Yuugi's apparent age, let's just say that the other matches his true age in more ways then one. Come on out, Anzu Mazaki!" As Anzu forcefully strode out, the cameras and the men behind them performed a not-at-all subtle job of highlighting Anzu's more...developed features. Upon taking her seat, she immediately shoved Rebecca off Yuugi's arm.
"Listen you, I've had just about enough of you, latching onto Yuugi like a leech; don't you have any shame?"
"Hey, I'm not the one smuggling balloons in my shirt wherever I go." Rebecca said with a smug smile, to the played up shock of the audience.
"Well, things have already gotten to a feisty start, so lets go to a commercial and come back with some questions for our ladies and the lad trapped between them."
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