Drabble meme

[ari_ira]

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble based on a prompt of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.) (Make sure you read that very, very clearly, because I read it AFTER I commented *facepalm*)

My fandoms: The Mortal Instruments, Alex Rider, Harry Potter, Transformers, Merlin, Havemercy, The Demon's Lexicon

Preferred ships: anything that goes slash, but feel free to request het as well. Just keep in mind that it would be,,, painful for me to write.

Comments

[katelinmr.livejournal.com]

ME!

In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

oh... *coughs* nevermind

*runs*

[shawn-anne.livejournal.com]

*snort* I did the same damn thing... Only I couldn't edit and got stuck with it. Ah well.. *grins* So far, no one's commented so I'm in the clear.

[katelinmr.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should pimp this post a bit *evil grin*

[sparkling-gold.livejournal.com]

Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Pairing: Clary/Isabelle
Prompt: Sensuality

[shawn-anne.livejournal.com]

*to be added*

You want the slash sort of pairing, or the platonic sort?

[sparkling-gold.livejournal.com]

Slash, always slash! ;)

[shawn-anne.livejournal.com]

Heaps late, I know, and made of epic, epic fail, but I wanted to get this out of the way ;) *hugs*



"No," Clary cut in, firmly, eying the high heels like they were poisonous snakes ready to strike.

Isabelle looked at her with a mixture of petulance and annoyance. "You'll be sexy," she hedged.

"No," said Clary again, crossing her arms over her chest.

Isabelle's shoulders slumped with a small sigh and she took a seat on the bed. "I'm trying to help you."

Clary shook her head. "No, Isabelle," she repeated a third time. "You're trying to turn me into you. I don't want to be sexy, or sensual, or some high-struck model."

"So you'd rather stay a wallflower midget?" Isabelle asked, dubiously.

Clary gave a her a little smile, and kissed her before Isabelle could say much else.

"No," Clary whispered against Isabelle's lips, parting for a moment. "I'd just rather be your wallflower."