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[here_inmyhead]

Give me a song title or lyric and I will write a ficlet/drabble based off of or around it.

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[sarajayechan.livejournal.com]

"You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself"
-Tori Amos, "Winter"

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

"Daddy...?" Bianca tugged her beret and pulled it over her eyes.
"I heard everything! About Team Plasma! About the Pokemon League..."
"Hilda. She needed help. So I called the Gym Leaders!"
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah! I'm fine! You didn't need to worry about me!"
"..."
"Hey Dad? Remember when I said I'd come back after I figured out what I wanted to do?"
"..."
"I learned Pokemon are amazing creatures! And I--I want to know more about them. I'm training with Professor Juniper as her assistant!"
"..."
"It... It might not seem much, now. I was never as good a trainer as Hilda or Cheren, but this journey means a lot! And I'm glad you let me go. And I'll be seeing many things with Juniper and Hilda and Cheren soon!"

For a moment, Bianca's father stared at her. It was exactly as a parent feared and yearned for: his daughter had grown up and gained her independence.

"Bianca!" He saw her flinch, as she prepared herself for one of their old arguments. He pulled her into his arms and held her instead. "It hasn't been easy for me to admit it since you left for your journey. But no matter where it takes you, I'm proud of having you as my daughter."
"Daddy!" Bianca squeezed him back. "I'm... so glad! I was hoping you'd understand, and--" She pulled back and tugged her beret again. "It means a lot to me, Dad. Th-Thank you."
"Isn't Professor Juniper expecting you, then?"
"Ohhhh! That's right!" Bianca grinned. "Gotta go then! I promise to be back in time for dinner. I'll be heading for Black City and I'm gonna need all the energy I can get! I'll call you on the Xtranciever. Byyyyyyye!"

And Bianca, like a white foal who had grown into an adult mare, raced to the doorway, waved, then rejoined the wide world.

[sarajayechan.livejournal.com]

/EPIC WIBBLES

Biancaaaaaaaa T_T This is so sweet, I love the way you captured the character growth of both her and her dad, especially the latter. And that "I'm proud of you" really brought it all home.

Thank you~

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

Thank yoooou! ;; I was worried I'd be rusty (since I've just started playing the game again and got past Castelia), but I saw the lyrics, remembered the song was about a father/daughter relationship, and the first thing that clicked was Bianca and her dad. Which is interesting, since in the original song, the dad wanted his kid to be independent, but Bianca's papa didn't want her to leave, and I couldn't resist poking into that.

[missmorrichan.livejournal.com]

How about:

"So we rode down to the river where Victorian ghosts pray
For the curses to be broken"
-Coldplay, "Cemeteries of London"

orrrr

"Little viola hidden in the orchestra, how I love to pretend the sounds you make are flowers that slowly encircle the band."
-Of Montreal, "Little Viola Hidden in the Orchestra"

I'm just torn - you only have to pick one, if any at all c:

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

For the average person, graveyards meant death and danger. To Shauntal, it was a library of inspiration, and each tombstone was an unwritten book about any of the individuals buried inside their earthen covers. Nobody knew what happened at night, but Shauntal was the sort of person who lived for the unknown, who happened to be eccentric enough to be drawn to one's worst fears.

She didn't go to the graveyard alone. Of course not. She opened the ball containing her Chandelure, and it glowed over her shoulder like a purple constellation. As look-out and lantern, it allowed her to see and jot small notes on a pad she always carried with her. She never knew when an idea or a sentence might show up, and as an author and member of the Elite 4, she must always be a step ahead of the muse.

Suddenly, a tall shadow lurched from the tree, like it gained an extra limb. The gates creaked in their antiquated state, and the menacing branches swept across the graves like lightning from the ground. What chain of events set up this foggy night? Who was this mysterious stranger that had risen out of no where?

Shauntal gasped. Not only was a stranger actually there, she knew this man.

"Grimsley!"
"Good evening, Shauntal." He smirked. "Did I startle you?"

Shauntal blinked. Observing him, she held her pen, but she was too speechless to write. He had one hand on the tree, and his scarf seemed translucent around his dark figure, like a ghostly shroud.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"Just out for a little fresh air."

His smile followed her; his devious curl of lips was the first thing she remembered whenever she and Grimsley met face-to-face. From that point on, she had the impression that he was never what he seemed, especially regarding his battle strategies with challengers.

"Is there something about this graveyard that inspires you?"
"Perhaps you find it strange?"
"Oh no, I don't mind! I'm just surprised there's anybody else here."
"We both take our chances coming to this place."

The dark-type elite paused, glancing at the cloudy sky.

"To most people, coming to a graveyard alone at night is suicide." he said. "You don't know what to expect in the darkness. It's the ultimate test of karma... do I dare reveal myself and show my hand? Am I taking a risk? It's the thrill that gets me coming back; I have no shortage of gambling partners."

Said the man in the black suit - a man without fear.

"...You don't mind company, do you?"
"Of course not." replied Grimsley. "We're kindred spirits, aren't we?"

Shauntal nodded and joined him by his side. The moon materialized like a ball of white smoke, and a burst of excitement awakened in her, for she realized a fantasy she had written in one of her novels had come true.

((I really dig that Cemeteries in London song now. X33 Mwoiiiiiiiiing~!)

[missmorrichan.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, I love the atmosphere of this! <3 There's something I adore about the image of Shauntal peacefully spending her evenings in the graveyard, writing whatever tickles her fancy with only the light of the moon (and her trusty Chandelure) to guide her. You've painted such a pleasing picture in my head.

Oh, and Grimsley, I'm getting serious Tuxedo Mask vibes from him. Don't ask me why! It makes him seem even more cool and mysterious, hahaha.


(It's wonderful, isn't it? Consider this payback for getting me totally hooked on Imogen Heap!)

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

Hee! I thought Shauntal would be the type to be attracted to a gothic/traditional horror setting, since she seemed to have an affinity for what most other people would be afraid of, namely ghosts. :o

Whoa. First Grimsley of Arabia from PokeSpecial, now Tuxedo Grimsley. I want someone to do art of this now. ;;

Your words are so kind! I'm glad you liked it~! ♥

(Imogen Heap makes the heart sing~ ♥)

[lurora.livejournal.com]

"In truth, I had already realized my feelings for you some time ago.
I found them, but they'll never reach you.
'It's no use. Don't cry.'
That's what I told myself."
-supercell/ryo feat. nagi, The Story You Don't Know (Kimi no Shiranai Monogatari)

ShutupIlikesadthings

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

There was once a story about two people, Orihime and Hikoboshi, who fell in love with each other. But they're separated by the Milky Way and can only meet once a year.

Madotsuki didn't understand why there had to be a cosmos separating herself and her old friend. She made a lovely home for Poniko, safe from the Toriningen and the "cows" running rampant in other parts of her dreamscape Heaven. She promised to work hard, like Orihime weaving cloth for Tentei, and collected every effect she could to please her. She even flown to space to find the answers, yet she and Poniko remained as isolated as ever. Why?

Poniko never said a word to Madotsuki in her dreams. Perhaps it was for the best, as her vacant glare communicated everything her former friend didn't want to hear.

If it rains, Orihime and Hikoboshi have to wait another year. If you turn out the lights, there is a chance to make your own Milky Way bleed away...

...And that is why you never should've met.

[lurora.livejournal.com]

;w;

It

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IT FITS SO WEEEEELL. ;A;

[becky-barrett.livejournal.com]

All Good Things (Come To An End) - Nelly Furtado
...I just finished playing Okamiden and I miss it already. :c

[insanepurin.livejournal.com]

Soon, the Rose Town inn would hold a yard sale. As a single mother, Gaz's mom couldn't afford remodeling, and she needed to make room for the weary travelers stopping by.

"Gaz, you can't keep your old toys anymore. Haven't you outgrown them?
"But Mom--"
"When is the last time you've played with Mario or Bowser? They're taking up space in your room."
"That's not true! I still play with them. Really. I'm not throwing them out!"
"You won't be throwing them out, Gaz. You've been spending a lot of time with video games and friends... back then, we didn't have the luxuries we did. There's many young Toads out there who can't afford what we have and need something to play with. Your dolls will be loved and enjoyed by other kids. It's better than being left alone in the attic, isn't it?"
"I... guess." Gaz said, looking uncertain.
"Put everything you don't need in this box. Call me when you're ready."

~

Indeed, Gaz hardly touched his dolls for years. In fact, Mario and Bowser were the first guys to go, along with Princess Peach. Then there was Wario and Yoshi and when did he get this green guy here? All the same, Gaz couldn't help setting up the loops for his F-Zero cars to race before boxing them. Too bad some of his homemade Arwings broken. He felt terrible about throwing them away, so he glued a few the best he could. When they fell to pieces again, he frowned. He'd just have to let them go and bury them rather than beat a dead horse.

His heart leaped with nostalgia when he uncovered one of the last items. Geno. He lifted the doll, straightening his blue cape and cap and brushing away all dust. Does the Finger Shot still work? Thankfully, Gaz found it after a little digging around and attached it to Geno's joints. KABAM! His pillow slammed to the wall at the other side. That's awesome.

Nothing ever compared to Geno. Homemade especially for him, Gaz took him everywhere on adventures. They were pirates, ninjas, racers, heroes. Gaz would bolt to his room after school, and there Geno waited on his bed for him. He withstood rough play and broken limbs and sandwich stains on his cape, and Gaz begged begged begged for his mom to fix him, and the doll would be back in the ring, ready for more. Gaz cradled Geno in his arms on long nights, especially those days where it was too dangerous to step outside. More than anything else... Geno made him brave.

Geno is real. He knew he was alive when he wasn't in the room, and he talked to him constantly with the feeling his doll listened to him. Then it happened and regardless of the arrows and people frozen outside, it was the most magical moment of Gaz's life. Geno is going to save us. Which is just what he did.

Mom never saw it. Well, she did, but she denied it. But at least two other people--Geno's new friends--believed him, even if one of them was Mario. The Finger Shot Gaz gave him had been upgraded to do all sorts of cool things, to the point where it shot actual stars. The most incredible feeling anyone could have is knowing your best friend--your favorite toy--turned out to be exactly the kind of superhero you imagined him to be.

Gaz glanced at the box, then back at Geno. No. He hugged Geno tight to his chest, then tucked him beneath his vest. No matter what happens, you're not going anywhere, buddy. I promise.

In the back of his subconscious, it echoed his last words: "Thanks for being a good sport, Gaz."

[spcake.livejournal.com]

Song title-Blue Sky (by Go Sailor)

[tornaderman.livejournal.com]

lmao do mmmbop

[knuddeluff.livejournal.com]

"I'm just the man on the balcony singing:
"Nobody will ever remember me".
Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees.

(for a)
Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic?
Oh, their faces are dancing,
They're dancing til,
Til they can't stand it."

-Fall Out Boy, "From Now On We're Enemies"

[anima-mecanique.livejournal.com]

When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.

Leonard Cohen, "The Story of Isaac"