Magical Girl Art Wanted! {R}

[Ziven S]

A gal's quest for avi art, offering what little she has.

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Why all of the fuss with this thread? Artists like feeling as though they're worth the trouble, and they are. The least I can do is offer an aesthetically pleasing first page to let them know that I appreciate their efforts, and their talent.




Where you find out what shyt is goin' down!

9.9.13 - Under Construction!
9.9.13 - OPEN!

[Ziven S]

THREAD THEME - Heartbeat, Heartbreak by Shihoko Hirata
Give a listen as you read!





ALL of the salutations!

I'm Ziven (pronounced 'seven'), and I welcome you to my very monochromatically themed Art Requesting thread. Artist or not, kick back, relax, enjoy the music and have a chat with me. In spite of the goal of this thread, I think that the possibility of making a few friends here is amazing. I'm looking forward to it. ^__^ Feel free to ask interesting questions, perhaps start a minor RP (read the thread rules first, however), or just tell me a bit about yourself. If you're itching to get to know more about me and how that factors into this thread, please see the "About Me" section below.

Happy chatting!

[Ziven S]

Follow 'em ...or the Calamity'll come fo' ya.

☯ Of course, follow Gaia's ToS. I would prefer not to have a Blacklist, but I will make one if necessary.
☯ I'm God(dess) here. If I ask you to do something, do it. You don't have to agree to comply, and I wouldn't ask anything completely unreasonable.
☯ If you're going to RP, make sure that your RP text is different than your regular text. I'd prefer if everyone's RP text was at least 1 text size smaller than the average text.
☯ If I'm not online, feel free to PM me your questions.
☯ At heart, this is supposed to be a Request Thread. Please don't fill my thread with spam.
☯ Although this is a request thread, I am looking for a particular style. Feel free to grant me art if/when you feel like it - I accept it all and will see that it is put to use - but I will not be closing this thread until I either go completely ignored, or I find something close to what I'm looking for. I'm sorry if this offends anyone.
☯ Don't draw anything without having a conversation with me about it first. I will not be writing for art I haven't discussed at all. If you don't want any fiction in exchange for your art, say so.
☯ If you know of any cool music in the same vein of style as my theme, please feel free to share. ^__^

[Ziven S]

What'ssssss Going on Heeeere??!

↑Yes, that is a Very Potter Musical Reference.↑

Hello. As stated earlier I'm Ziven, your hostess, and I'm questing for Art.

I'm laying all of my cards on the table. I currently have 780k gold to my name, and cannot afford supa-out-da-a** extravagant RL commissions. This is why my thread is here in the Freebie Forums. As with most users, I am willing to tip using funds from the amount listed above, and am grateful for any and all consideration I get.

However, I do have something to offer that is neither gold nor cash that may be of some value - Writing/Editing/Beta-Reading experience and talent.



I am most certainly a writer. I have been doing it for more than a decade - I've even obtained a degree in English! I tend to practice using fanfiction as a vehicle for improvement. I even had a brief stint doing stories-for-hire here on Gaia quite a few years ago - I had a few customers and experienced mild success and satisfaction from the customers I had.

So far as editing goes, I have worked on a few short-story manuscripts. But I will stress this now: DO NOT ASK FOR EDITING/BETA-READING SERVICES IF YOU CANNOT RECEIVE CONCRIT WELL. I do not mean to say that we cannot disagree - not everyone's perspective on writing is the same, and sometimes having another viewpoint is helpful but does not ultimately change your approach to writing. I understand that thoroughly, and you should as well. Disagreements do not necessarily mean that you are a poor writer or that I'm a terrible editor. That being said, I do have some authority on the subject. If you think you're the best writer out there, or that there is even a single aspect of your writing that you will never need any improvement on, I'm not the right beta-reader/editor for you.

I hate to have to make this disclaimer in the first place, but it's necessary. Years of experience has taught me this in spite of my optimism.

Writing Strengths:
♡ I am most experienced in writing romance, including intimate scenes that involve clothing not being on any of the characters involved. I can be tender, I can be rough, playful, sexy, or whatever it is that you want ^__^

♡ I am not limited in dynamic by the number of people (polypairings), gender (homosexual relationships = ok! ☑) or relationship type (Master/slave or pet, unrequited love, hurt/comfort, fluff/non-sexual, etc.), and in the rare case that your request squicks me I will let you know without hesitation.

♡ My style (detailed below) is good for action/adventure. Even though I have the most experience with romance, as it is my personal preference, I also enjoy doing fighting scenes, etc.

♡ My style is also good for slice-of-life fiction. Don't get it twisted. I can write busy days at work and loving nights at home with the wife/husband/significant other, too.

♡ I'm EXCELLENT at Snippets/Drabbles, and at packing a lot of emotional depth into small spaces. These can range anywhere from 600-3k words, depending on how much there is to convey. Longer stories are okay, too, but for something like this - an exchange - I'd much rather do several short pieces as opposed to several long pieces. That way, you get results without having to deal with several WIP stages. It ruins the story, I think, if you're constantly peeking during its progression.

♡ Lastly, romance is my preference. It is not at all a requirement.

Writing Weaknesses:
☢ My style, bare bones without editing, is not very gratuitous or flowery. I don't perceive this to be a weakness except in very special situations (like contests, challenges, etc. where that sort of language is specified), but I'm noting it just in case. If you'd like a style similar to this in your writing, please tell me and I'll give you my best attempt. Just making sure you're aware.

☢ I don't usually write ☒ Furries - which isn't to say that I can't, or won't, but it takes study and experience with them to be able to write with the anatomical mind's eye that is required for it to flow. I have rudimentary knowledge of this category of writing, but request at your own risk. References to literature you want this to be close to helps, but there's only so much familiarity that can come with one or two days of study. Just letting you know upfront.

☢ Especially if I'm unfamiliar with the characters you want to have your story, writing 6-10 of them in the same scene will not work out well. Fighting scenes and scenes featuring Lovemaking (Harem) activities can sometimes be an exception to this. A general rule of thumb is not to have more than "4" characters of focus within a scene in the first place, but I thought I would list this just in case.

☢ This is a circumstantial weakness, but people tend to forget, so I will note it: I will never know your characters in the same way that you do. For those of you who like fanfiction, this also applies to anime/manga/movies/books that I haven't seen/read. Of course, I do my research before I write, and many characters are built on tropes and stereotypes, but that doesn't mean I can make them exactly the way it is in your vision. I will give it my best shot, and I will tweak a few things if you can provide detailed enough feedback - but it would be ludicrous to expect me to be a mind-reader and know exactly what you want down to the "T".

If you'd like to know what fandoms I *am* experienced with, just ask.

About Editing/Beta-Reading:
☸ If you're just looking for pointers in any of the areas of my strengths, sure, I can do that no problem, in terms of genre and appropriateness. I can also give syntax and general audience feedback so far as perception goes about your works. If you'd like me to go more in depth, I can do my best to get into details about word economy and perception of semantics, connotation and denotation, and general plot flow and character impression information. If you just want to bounce ideas off of me or ask for feedback on an outline or plot structure, without the narrative, that's certainly fine as well.

☸ If you're interested in the above, keep in mind that I am what they call in RPs "Highly literate". If your target audience is teenagers or children, you will need to keep that in mind while reading my commentary. I'm a firm believer in a work being sound throughout, but I know that sometimes cutting a few corners is acceptable depending on your audience. I refuse to water down my critical eye, though, so you'll just have to keep your audience in mind when deciding whether or not my observations are worth acting upon. I am SRS BSNS about feedback.

☸ DO NOT ASK ME TO EDIT/BETA-READ ANYTHING ABOVE 10K WORDS. In fact, my preference is 7k or lower, but I'm willing to wiggle. I am not stating this rule to be rude or mean. I am stating it for functionality. It takes serious time to do these things as best as I can manage, and if I had to edit a novel piece by piece I would literally not have any time for this thread. Instead I'd be getting paid for critically editing a novel.

[Ziven S]

Vegeta, what does the scouter say about her skill level?

I'm going to quote parts of my stories here, with links to the full piece for more detail. As much as I'd like to display it here in full, I think that would take up much more space than I want. THIS is a link to all of my works on FF.net. You can measure my starting point through my current progression and improvement there.

WARNING:
These examples are all from my fanfiction, meaning that with a little more elbow grease I'm sure they could shine a little brighter. That being said, they're still good examples and I take pride in them, or else I wouldn't bother using them.

WHY IS THAT ↑ WARNING IMPORTANT?:
My fandom of choice is Yu-Gi-Oh!, so my examples are all from this fandom. I have confidence in my writing, however, and I don't think that my chosen fandom will have an effect on whether or not you can decipher what I can do. You don't need to know the characters or the story to see that. As I've stated earlier, I'm just be thorough and open. You can feel free to walk away now without reading if you so wish. I will try to pick standalone pieces that don't require deep knowledge of the canon to understand.

Not all of my work is YGO, however - If you care to scour my page (linked above),I have some Harry Potter, Tales of Symphonia, Ouran High School Host Club, and a few more fandoms there (other fandoms not listed because those fics are OLD).

Engaged in a Sparring Match:

Precision

Light from the outdoors glittered on the weapons as they clashed to and fro. The metal clangs reverberated through the chamber, each echo ringing loudly as though they were in competition over that as well. Several sets of eyes watched the pair in the center of the room, observing quietly, trying to predict how the duel would end.

The objective was to but a small, red piece of cloth from the body of your opponent. Jarring or touching it also counted in some cases, were eyes watching to call it. Some of the priests were fond of attaching their cloths in inconvenient locations; for example, Shada enjoyed teasing his opponent by attaching his at the shoulder, and then guarding it thoroughly. They were not using practice weapons, as the time for that had passed long ago, and considering that their intent was not to harm, quite a number of the priests were crafty when it came to placing their cloths in challenging areas.

However, Set's expression said to all those who gazed upon him that he was determined to win this bout. Brows furrowed in concentration, teeth gritting in his effort, the exhaustion showed as he tried his hardest to keep up. In his opponent's hand one khopesh was deadly, let alone two, as was Isis's desired style. Both were fighting hard, struggling to find an in. Set's cloth was set at his hip, which was the standard, and Isis had done the same.

Once his eyes landed on Set's cloth, they couldn't help being drawn to the taut muscles nearby as they tensed and flexed which each movement, each parry and counterstrike. Set had a style of swordsman ship that appeared to be mere force at first glance, but was a combination of striking techniques and precision. Mahaad had watched him train; the man had a surprising amount of muscle control, and it was a tremendous force when coupled with his longer sword. He knew when it was appropriate to strike hard and when barely a touch was needed; he could read the weakness of weapon, and knew where best to counter or deflect, and with how much pressure. It was a skill that took some a lifetime to achieve, and only Karim could replicate such a level of prowess at the feat. Many of the other priests had doubted the effectiveness of a foreign weapon at first, but Set had proven without a doubt that the wielder made all the difference.

Although Isis lacked that precision, being equally skilled at swordplay in each hand was a difficult advantage to overcome as well. Footwork was also one of her strengths, and Mahaad often likened her mobility in battle to water. She performed a dance with her opponent. It was fluid, and her khopesh were one with her body. These were the two strongest contenders in their midst, and it was always exciting to see who would emerge victorious.

In the end, Set's persistence fell through. This day he could simply not keep up with Isis's torrent of unrelenting blows. Far from disappointing, Mahaad himself had difficulty conquering her in battle. His own advantage was due to using a different weapon type. Keeping Isis at a distance with a staff, his weapon of choice, was effective. Once within a certain striking range, Isis was difficult to counter. Her dual wielding allowed her more of an opportunity to defend herself, and as effective as Set's blows may have been he had not been breaking through. It was easy to spot Isis's final blow, parrying with one blade and attacking with the other. Set turned his right wrist, deflecting the parry and twisting to counter the other weapon, but Isis followed the parry through enough to slow him down – the tip of her blade caught the edge of the dangling cloth. Set lowered himself immediately to sweep a leg beneath her, to force her to lose her footing, and Isis fell.

Read the entire fic here.

Engaging Zombies!
I apologize, but this piece requires knowledge of the Millennium Items' existence. Hint: The Items help keep Zombies away. In this story they also enhance senses.

These Scars Have Stories to Match

"Mmmm... some Walkers, too. East," Bakura said. "Four of them. Heading our way." He pointed.

Seto squinted in the direction that Bakura was pointing in, trying his best to see beyond the branches. His pack began to warm as he squinted in his attempt to see it. His view was expanding; he could suddenly see with clarity what would have been miniscule in his sight before, as though someone had suddenly placed a telescope in his face.

Still, he couldn't see anything moving.

His head spun with the effort of evoking long distance sight, but he reasoned that the others had had more practice with it. Setting down his hammer, Bakura let an arrow fly off into the distance and Seto strained his ears until he heard a small, distant crack. He cocked his shotgun and doubled over to try to stop from feeling lightheaded.

"Don't work too hard, there, newbie," Marik joked. He glanced over to Bakura. "Did you hit it?"

"What do you mean 'did I hit it'? Of course I did. Through the eye." Bakura scoffed, as though the idea of missing a shot was a ridiculous notion. "It's not stopping him though. I just wanted to slow them down. The impact was loud enough. Kaiba, are you alright?"

Seto wanted to glibly point out the hypocrisy in Bakura calling him by his last name, but he was too busy recovering.

"It's a little difficult at first if you haven't been able to practice, but you'll get it." Bakura was attempting to be comforting. "The Item's got to know how you think first. It's usually a little hazy while it's bonding with you."

Their words sounded a bit garbled. Seto forced himself to stand, and blinked hard, as though it would drive the strange sensation away; it would have been nice.

"We can hold them off if you want," Marik offered.

"I need to figure this out," Seto insisted.

"Well, try not to shoot me in the back while you're dealing with that. At the least you can try to keep a look out in the other direction. Do you think you could manage that?"

There was nothing Seto hated more than being the 'new person' at something. Catching onto rules or capabilities was never fun, and although Marik spoke casually being flanked by Walkers could be a matter of life or death.

"Do you want another weapon?" Bakura asked. "I have a sword in here... how's your swing? It's kind of thin, though. You'll have to be accurate..."

"We don't have time for this right now if we're going to fight them," Marik's voice was beginning to rise in what Seto could only assume was irritation. "Let's go."

Seto's head had finally settled down and he followed them as they took off toward the Walkers. They ran quite a distance, and when nearly a full minute passed without an encounter he began to wonder just how far away Bakura had been able to see. He would have to become just as good. Better. He would have to be the best.

Suddenly, Marik halted, gripping Seto's shoulder and jerking him back. The lashback nearly knocked him over. "Here," he said to Seto. "You should shoot from here. Any closer and you might get bitten."

Squinting into the distance, Seto shook his head. He could see them now, the four walking almost in a row (and one with large chunk of head missing where its eye should have been, which he assumed was Bakura's work). Bakura continued running ahead.

"If you can't shoot from this far just look behind me. A few more may be coming but I can pick them off. Just focus on keeping them away."

Taking a deep breath, Seto tried to settle himself down. He wasn't alright with this situation. He had thought, perhaps, that there would be two, maybe three Walkers, that he could practice keeping at bay. The fact that Bakura would be stupid enough to charge in with a warhammer was not something that he had counted on. Marik relying on nothing but distance to allow him an advantage was not something that he had counted on.

These people clearly had a death wish. Spinning in a small circle, Seto tried his best to sweep the area. He wanted to keep as many of them as away as possible, weakened abilities or not, and he was going to do it.

Marik let off a shot and a searing pain swarmed straight to Seto's head, and his hands instinctively covered his ears. His legs decided they didn't want to support him anymore and he fell to his knees, the stinging pain of the sound ringing in his ears felt like a cut on his skin. This entire endeavor had been foolish and stupid. No Millennium Item, no power to stave away the Walkers, was worth all of this.

"Oh Ra-damn it all, turn it off," Marik shouted at him, voice wavering as though he were underwater. He took large strides towards Seto, knelt down beside him and said quietly, "Turn it off. Think about... oh, I don't know. Headphones on your ears blocking the sound? How the ******** should I know?"

Seto winced, as Marik's voice had the tendency to rise.

"Listen, Seto. We're not going to die. Stop panicking and just actually try. Worse comes to worse I'll force them away. Bakura could easily do the same thing. Just come on."

"I don't need your pity," Seto said, grinding his teeth. "You could have given me a warning."

"Sorry about that." Marik glanced up and around before turning his attention back to Seto. "But it's okay. Your ears are going to be ringing for a little while, but other than that you're fine. No bleeding or anything."

Shrugging his shoulders to test his ability to move, Seto forced himself to stand, wincing the entire time.

"You're sorry about that?" Seto bellowed. "You're going to get me killed!"

Once he was back up on his feet, Marik seemed unconcerned with him. "The same way that you can hear from far away, you can block out things too. Just so that you know." He glanced around once more. "There are two behind us, and if there are any more they're quite a ways away. We can outrun the two easily."

"What about Bakura? Is he okay?" Seto asked. He didn't particularly care if Bakura got himself killed with, but as a team he would have preferred the three of them return alive. Since he'd gotten the Item to work for him, as Marik had said, they could probably leave to go home tomorrow and Bakura would no longer be his responsibility. He wanted to be indoors where it was warm and safe, and where he wouldn't have to be responsible for the lives of people who wanted to throw them away.

That made him think of Mokuba.

"Bakura's fi—"

"AAAAARGH!"

The shout was from Bakura no doubt, and Seto promptly ignored Marik - it was obvious that his act-first-talk-later attitude wasn't going to get them anywhere. Then and there Seto decided that if Bakura was bitten or dead, he was going to put a bullet in Marik's brain. There was no excuse for letting anyone go out in that much danger without any sort of plan. Bakura being stupid wasn't a reason to let him make stupid decisions. When Mokuba wanted to go out and slaughter Walkers for his conscience's sake, Seto hadn't let him and never would. A soothed conscience wouldn't make the Walkers go away and wouldn't help anyone in the large scheme of things.

Though Seto had started jogging (rather shakily), there was no need to move very far before his vision could affix Bakura within his sight; the three of them were dark blots against the otherwise white and green landscape.

"You're an idiot, Kaiba," Marik said, slinging both his own gun and Seto's over his shoulders and trudging forward.

There were not many moments in his life where Seto could say, even with the Walkers, that anyone could peg him was complete and utterly surprised. He could usually hide it by grinding his teeth or frowning or otherwise showing a separate expression on his features. At this moment, however, he had no defense.

As the two of them approached Bakura there was more screaming and shouting, enough to make Seto's blood curdle, but it wasn't because Bakura was dying. There was a heavy thud in the snow and a muffled crack as that hammer went to work right through the skull of a Walker. Two others lay motionless on the ground in a similar fashion, dislodged pieces of skull and teeth where their head used to be. The third simply had no head at all.

"Cover your ears," Marik said tersely, and he knelt again as he did before, taking careful aim.

Bakura ignored him, hammer still swinging.

Seto frowned and covered his ears with his hands. For the moment it would have to do; he had been unable to use the Item so far without some powerful thought or physical gesture, and he didn't want to risk the pain he had felt earlier sneaking back up on him.

The result was that he went completely deaf. Other than a low ringing he could hear nothing else. Marik let off another shot, and without the noise to distract him Seto was able to take in the other's stature. Operating guns, in all honesty, was not something that Seto excelled at. He had taken lessons before, from Isono no less. He knew the drill:

Steady hands, gun out and away, keep your eyes on the target, brace yourself for impact.

It was simply not something that he was good at. In hindsight, it made sense. Gozaboro had always been disappointed in his lack of affinity for weapons even if he had skill in developing a company and its assets.

Marik's second shot went off, and Seto could see his body absorb the impact of the discharge. The man barely move, a minute shift the only indicator that he had done anything at all.

Behind them, Bakura was still bludgeoning, beating into the bodies now, breaking them all into pieces. The action didn't shock him, for once; Seto could easily see anyone being so angry with with Walkers that, if they had the chance and ability, they would most definitely destroy the bodies themselves. Mokuba was one of those people.

Having picked off the last two walkers within the radius, Marik had stood and was speaking. Seto couldn't hear a word he said, so he strained his hearing - he did not want to be deaf for the rest of his life. The burst of sound almost unbalanced him, and he blurted out,

"I couldn't hear you," to stop Marik from continuing.

The sigh he received in response was one of annoyance, and instead Marik said. "Bakura, we're done. Let's go."

The bodies resting on the snow were mere fragments. They no longer even looked like they'd once been from something living. Bakura hadn't been able to hear them, apparently, because he was still hammering away, silent now, body struggling with each swing after so many.

"Ryou!" Marik shouted. Running over, it took him waving his arms in Bakura's sight for him to notice and falter.

Bakura's breathing was ragged, and no sooner than he had stopped he was doubled over, trying to catch his breath.

"We got all the ones around here. Now let's get back home before the wolves come after us."

"We need food," Seto pointed out. "We shouldn't return empty handed."

Read the entire fic here. WARNING, THIS PIECE IS VERY LONG.

Slice of Life (everyday occurrence):

Rigged

The amusement park was crowded and packed full of people, and Mai clicked her tongue against her teeth in protest of all the couples in view. She'd gone on the last day in hopes that there would be fewer of them. Couples made her sick, particularly when she wasn't a part of one.

Mai spend the day thrilling herself on roller coasters, absorbing lustful glances at the food stands, and distracting teenaged boys at the water slides. Her usual corset-jacket combo wasn't changing anytime soon, and it always drew attention, even when she was wearing long-legged jeans instead of a skirt.

It was never the sort of attention she sought, though. She could never get that movie-scenario, where the protagonist encounters a very nice guy who - although was first attracted by the girl's looks - became more attracted to her after they spoke and got to know each other. If she were lucky, they wouldn't have to wait until halfway through the film to meet each other again.

The day was hot, and Mai sat in the resting area for a few moments to dry herself off a bit from the water coaster. She noticed some kids gathering together, mostly boys. Were they gawking at her? She wouldn't have been surprised. Mai wished that just for once she could be ogled by someone who looked respectable, had already gone through puberty, and who was genuinely interested in dating her.

"Alright already! Let's start - I brought my zombie deck!" shouted a gangly one with sloppy hair.

Deck? Her curiosity got the better of her.

When she turned to get a closer look at them, she could see that they were younger than she thought - young enough to not be concerned about her - and that they were preparing for a few rounds of Duel Monsters. She could see the standard decoration on the back of the card, and a boy carrying a small bag was pulling out dueling mats. Mai couldn't blame them. She wouldn't have played on the raw surface either. Might scratch the print on the cards.

It had been months since she played with another person, but the idea of the game being passed to the next generation still excited her. Maybe it would be around for a long time, and maybe it would outlive the maniacs that had been using it to gain power. Maybe, even, it would be around when she got over herself and started playing again. These boys wouldn't see the things that she had, and they would be better off for it.

I'm not ready, she reminded herself when she realized that she was fingering the waist pack she always wore. It was where she always kept her cards, even if she wasn't going to use them. After all, who knew when someone's life could possibly be in danger? What if she would be forced to defend her own again?

Her heart began to beat furiously, and Mai slipped away from the area quietly as the children began to duel. The game brought back so many unpleasant feelings for her; she couldn't linger and watch.

The park would close in a few hours and she hadn't yet visited the game of chance booths. Though she didn't play Duel Monsters anymore Mai had still retained her competitive streak, and a fondness for rigged games despite her history with them.

She had some money left, and she didn't want to waste it all on overpriced food, anyway.

The easiest game was always, 'We'll guess your weight!' Her curvy figure was not only useful for distraction: her general shape was also perplexing to most running the booths were typically lucky to guess within even ten pounds, let alone five. For her prize, because they were so far off, she collected a very large stuffed tiger.

It made her thirsty for more.

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Slice of Life (Trouble in Paradise)
This involves an OC.

Sharp Against the Chalkboard

"Need some help?" she heard, and felt the press of a chin on her forehead, arms wrapping around her. She reclined her neck, looking up at Aaron, receiving the kiss on her forehead that she had known he would give her.

"I'm fine, darling," she nuzzled him happily, nose brushing against his underside of his skin—the brown stubble there was a little scratchy, but not too much. "But I could also use more love..." He pressed into her back, sniffing her hair, and tightened his grip. She blushed, blond curls tumbling from behind her ears. Another press: a kiss to the back of her neck, and then he was off to do some grading in his study. Rebecca was left unsettled, not unpleasantly, by her husband's sudden expression of affection. She brushed her hair behind her ear, noting that the curls were waning—she would have to touch them up in the morning.

Time seemed to soar with her upbeat mood, and she hummed through her students' weekly quizzes on their readings. She finished them early, with enough time to spare two mindless hours online before making her way to bed. Passing by Aaron's study, she could see that the light was still on, and he was still working. She frowned, body moving to poise itself right at the edge of the door, knuckles itching to knock.

"Hun, is that you?" He called, and Rebecca could see that he had not turned away from his desk. "I'll be to bed soon. I just have to finish these up."

"Alright."

"Love you."

Her identical reply tumbled from her lips like giggles, still floating from the intimate scene earlier in the kitchen. On the way to her room, she peeked in on Heidi—the girl was sound asleep, clutching her stuffed flamingo, hair ruffled by her tossing as she slept. Rebecca took the chance to closer her door on the way out, tip toeing away in the direction of her own room. It was childish, walking on tip toe, but it was something that she had always done when retreating from any place quietly, a habit she had picked up as a child. Heidi did it as well, particularly when she was round searching the pantry for cookies (luckily for Rebecca, she always put the sweets on the higher shelves, away from both children and most bugs in the area). The picture of the two of them scurrying together across the house brought a smile to her face as she entered her room. She loved that child so much.

It wasn't until her body found its place, sitting on the edge of the bed that she began to feel truly tired. The weight from walking around all day, from talking and teaching and scolding—in the cases of some of the students who had gone to see her during her Office Hours—needed to be dropped, and the soft folds her her comforter were the place to do it. She didn't want to fall asleep, though; she wanted to wait for Aaron. So she pulled her clothes off, dropping them onto the ground as she ran a shower for herself in the adjacent bathroom. It was a habit that he hated, her throwing her clothing everywhere, but she typically did all of the laundry, so she wondered why it bothered him. She did clean up after herself, after all.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the bedroom door open, and Rebecca froze. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and she wondered for a brief moment if he would read her mind and join her. Should she wait in the shower for him? ...relations in the shower wasn't his thing, really, but perhaps she could get lucky. "Aaron?" she called, to let him know that it wasn't just the water running; she was there. Waiting.

"Not done yet, 'Becca." And a second click of the door as it shut behind him.

She frowned, the fluttering turning to clawing in her stomach and she stood there for several minutes to get a hold of her disappointment. The monsters dissolved into something heavy sliding down her throat, pulling her body down as it rested in her stomach, and it wasn't until she was blinking back tears that it occurred to her that her hair was getting wet. Damn it.

Once in bed Rebecca couldn't help but repeatedly check her blackberry, waiting for a message saying that he was on his way, or that he was going to be up all night. He hadn't told her anything, and despite the ready to play message she was giving off by wearing her favorite lavender negligee, her veins cried out for sleep. She longed for his touch on her skin and his kisses—there was a small whisper of air after each one, and she loved them—and his body, pressed flush against her like in the kitchen, with no silly clothes in the way. She wanted that.

Then, suddenly, he was shaking her. It was dark—she must have fallen asleep. "I almost crushed your phone there. Were you waiting for me?" his voice alone rekindled her desires; he was awake—really awake—and so was she. He handed her the phone, which she sat on the bedside table quickly before trying to catch his eye. Aaron slipped into the covers beside her, and continued talking. "You're so sweet. It's bad for your back, though, sleeping upright like that. Come here." Rebecca settled in beside him, willing to wait just a little longer, to take things slowly. It would be alright; they could take their time, Aaron trying to sleep but being unable to resist the warm curve of her own body near his. She wanted him to feel her heat, her want, and wonder how she could have sat calmly across from him at dinner that evening. She wanted him to regret not pulling her into his study and taking her on the floor; for not bursting into the shower and jumping in so quickly that he had to removed his soaked socks from his feet, seconds before pressing her body against the tiled wall with his own.

So they settled in together, one of his arms on her hip, the other awkwardly wedged between them. She stared at him, blinking.

"What's wrong, love?" he cooed to her, and she frowned. He hadn't even noticed the satin lingerie. Her voice in the shower, the way she didn't want to let him go at the kitchen sink—all of it, useless.

That clawing rose inside of her again, and she said, once again trying not to cry, "You haven't noticed, have you?"

He smiled. "Noticed what?" No, he hadn't. There was no erection nuzzling her thigh, no meager attempts to hide it. Aaron was simply there, and she was wearing a lavender negligee. It suddenly all seemed absurd, her childish hope, her itching anticipation, her heart skipping.

Rebecca found it difficult to decide what to do in this case. If she spoke her mind they would end up fighting tonight, and then she wouldn't get any sleep until tomorrow during her break. But if she ignored him, she was sure that although it would avoid an altercation, it wouldn't do any good either because he wouldn't even realize what was going on.

She turned over, and he moved to accommodate her, and said while snatching the covers, "Nothing."

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Romance Stuff:
I have to link to this stuff below, because it contains R content, mostly due to excessive swearing. I'd rather not take the chance. DON'T CLICK IF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH.

Be Cool, Chapter 2

Yaoi make out times

Don't be Alone - This is actually safe, and is only 2k words long

Tender Het Bonding Moment

Blur

A Painful MMF Breakup

Script

Diary Entries about a romance a Prophetess sees in her Future (Het)

Sexy Stuff:
I have to link to this stuff below, because it contains R and NC-17 content. DON'T CLICK IF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH.

Selfless

Tender Het Lemonz

Prism

MMF Relationship Snippets

Together

Tender Yaoi Lemonz

Pillow Talk

MMM Threesome Goodness

Stay Cool, Chapter 44

BDSM Yaoi Content

If the above examples are not enough, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU.

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Although, as said before, I'll gladly accept whatever I get, there is a certain style that I'm thinking of for this piece of Avi Art:

Though not necessarily with that level of detail. Chibi versions of this are also acceptable. So far as size, Waist-ups are preferred and of course anything more would make my day!

About My Character:

Feel free to ask me for additional information about Ziven, who shares my username. I ask that you forgive my lack of articulateness with this description - I used all of my energy making this thread. XD

Summary:
She's a 16-year-old Magical Girl (from the Puella Magi Madoka Magica universe, ideally) whose primary weapons are guns that shoot magically charged bullets. Her secondary weapon is a chain that she sometimes wears around her waist as a belt. This was her weapon of choice before becoming a Magical Girl. Her usual mode of transportation are rollerblades.

Background
Her family history is intricate and painful. Her mother is a wealthy entrepreneur (who run a family business that involves appraising valuables). Her father is an artist whose paintings caught her eye. However, his family is not of a wealthy background and it creates a disconnect between the two of them. Ziven's mother's side of the family are not very keen on her father, or even her for that matter, and it shows. With her mother in the middle of her husband and squabbling family, their marriage fell into ruin much faster than either of them imagined.

The two of them refused to get divorced, however, and thusly Ziven grew up in a home that was arguably worse. Her parents barely speak to each other, and due to her mother's wealth she was often pawned off onto the help for safe-keeping and looking after. Closer to her guards than she is to the family, she sought escape at school and other activities, but her exotic appearance (dark skin and light brown hair) as well as her family history distances her from the rest of her class. What those two factors didn't take care of, her constant acting out did.

Fights have gotten her transferred out of several private schools and gifted her with several injuries, some of which she has been to the hospital to treat. At a rather innocent age, she began running with town gangs, and suffered several rejections before finding one that would take her. Her group, The Zephyr Breeze, is comprised of kids which emotional complexes similar to hers. They make it very easy to obtain the contact she wants from people without anyone forcing attachment. From her point of view, it was worth every scrap of pain to end up there.

Personality:
Ziven is a jerk, honestly. She's used to operating on her own and rarely looks out for others. She works hard to keep anyone who may even remotely care for further away than they can reach. Though she does want the attention, she's stubborn and only wants concern and affections on her own terms, when she can rationalize it into something she can deal with emotionally. She is capable of working hard to earn her keep, but often does nothing until things are down to the wire - she would prefer to continue giving off the illusion that she's a spoiled brat, which is what she feels everyone thinks anyway. When she's hurt, she skulks, and that is when she truly prefers to be alone; crying is a sign of being weak.

Since becoming a Magical Girl and seeing the suddenness with which misfortune can sweep down on other innocent people, she's wizened up to the intents and care of others - but it's too late. What little chance she had to impact her family, she's squandered, and it's unlikely she'll ever have the opportunity again. She fights now knowing that other people can help change their destinies if they aren't selfish idiots like her.

In spite of her tough attitude, she's never had to shoot a living being with her guns.

How she acquired her Powers:
Sneaking away from the premises of her Manor isn't a hard thing to do, and she's had more than ten years of practice at it. Whilst on her way to meet with the Zephyrs, she encountered a thug in an alley way who tried to rob her. After nearly being overcome by him, she triumphed - and as she basked in her victory, gasping for air and fearing for what may have happened to her, she met Kyuubi. In her distress, she made a contract without hesitation. Her wish was to have her parents fall in love with each other again, and for her family's thoughts to not affect how they feel for each other.

Her home life flourished from the moment that she came home. Both parents were concerned about her, and rushed her to the hospital to inspect her wounds, all the way apologizing to each other. It seemed like a perfect scenario, with the two of them bonding over her and realizing that Ziven was indeed their responsibility.

It was not the first time she would see the hospital that evening. Their car was attacked by a Witch on the ride home in an attempt to kill Ziven. Her new Magical Girl Powers put her on the radar as fresh meat, as well as the new borne hopes and dreams of her infatuated parents. Though she was able to defeat the Witch, her parents crashed the car going through the Witch's Barrier, injuring them severely. The two of them are in a coma.

[Ziven S]

Received!
Mommy, mommy! Look what I gots from the nice peoples!

This is where the awesome Art that I get from other people goes.



Given!
S-senpai... I-I-I made it myself. I hope it's acceptable...

Where I put links fics I'm trading, and keep a list of people who have come through and gotten something from me.. ^__^

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Absolutely exhausted after doing this, but it's open, more or less!

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bumpies!

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Bampu~! ♥

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Bumpers!

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