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.
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{the love that never was.}
life as a 2 foot chibi made things difficult for shuuichi. he was never taken seriously, despite how clever he was. everytime the gang would go on a mission, they wouldn't think of him. well, mostly everyone. except
her. he knew she loved him, yet they could probably never be. two seperate lives walking down their own paths. yet he still showed his affection for her with a single rose.
{dance for me, if no one else.}
uta rolled his eyes at his brother.
"euh, I could never dance like imaisan, why ask me such a thing?" he said, pouting his lips.
"you have that energy. I'm
sure you could dance like him. you're cute and always doing something on stage regardless," the words from his older brother, as he looked around the room they were in.
uta shrugged his shoulders, nearly red in the face. just the thought of what he was about to do killed him.
"don't worry uta. it won't mean anything," imai said, taking another puff from the lit cigarette.
and that's when he danced.
{my eyes are closed with distant dreams.}
naoran was running as fast as his legs could carry him. those girls were just so intent on having him sign something. but no, they went too far for him. such revolting requests for a man such as naoran, they were clearly obsessed.
are they....what he warned me about? naoran had several thoughts going through his mind, and that was the one that stuck out.
his head turned back to look at the group of young women, now approaching at a rapid speed.
"Naosan? Naaaoo? Is that YOU?"
"...e-EUH~?"
He stopped dead in his tracks, all thoughts of crazy women wanting to sign or wanting to make requests gone from his mind. For it was then and there, the man in front of him in pure awe.
"Are you wearing a...teddy suit?"
{I cry out to find to find your warmth.}
the night air was difficult to breathe. k had been sick for quite a while. on top of that, was his recent accident. a life or death moment, something so scary...he hated to remember such a time. but no matter what he thought, it occurred. and he lived through it. taking off his black sunglasses, k folded them and held the shades in his hand.
what if...what if I had died?
what if they died and not me?
what if HE died?
how could I go on?his thoughts only troubled him more and more. k took a seat on a street curb, looking up at a bright full moon. the city provided a decent amount of light, but it was rather late at night, most businesses were closed.
placing the sunglasses in his lap, k put his face in his hands and cried.
did...he save me, I wonder? would he have?
does he even care?
{strike at the despair you're locked in.}
tears ran down reine's pale face. along with the flow of tears, came a flow of darkness. her make-up started to run. she didn't care what she looked like. it wasn't as though she was anywhere of comfort. in fact, she was trapped in her own personal hell. chained down by rustic metal, her clothing slightly ripped and even bloody...reine shut her eyes. they managed to glimpse at her future. the oncoming of several beatings, cuts, bruises, and anything else he could manage to inflict upon her. reine hated it, yet at the same time, she loved it. her mind was a twisted thing, but she told herself that his was the worst. he was the real criminal here, not her. no matter what.
{I devote myself to a cliched romance story.}
adrien's hands slowly tore open the wound he created on her body. her screams were ear shattering, and would possibly drive any normal human being away. not adrien. a gasp of breath came for him as the flesh ripped open. his bloody fingers began to search the small opening. a smirk adorned his face as adrien came closer to her. her shouts became frantic and took on words of denial. adrien brought his fingers to her face and marked her with blood. he did the same for himself, which he enjoyed more.
BAH. I CAN'T THINK.
SHOOT MEEEEE.
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