IceEckos12 stared at her computer, rolling a pen between her teeth. Two dark brown eyes peeked out from under curly, wild chocolate hair, examining the screen with a slightly annoyed, slightly frustrated look on her tanned face. She shifted in her incredibly comfortable flannel Kumajiro PJ pants, and sighed. This was going to be a long day.

Finally Ice started typing, hands flying across the keys in well-practiced maneuvers. She managed to start a few sentences, before her pointer finger flew to the back-space key and practically started to rape it. No, no, no, NO! She really wanted to show her reviewers how much she appreciated them, but she didn't know how! Gah! Was being an author always this frustrating? Oh, hell yes. Writers block. Flames. Mary Sue's. Crappy writing.

Back-space, back-space. Scratch, scratch. Spitting out the pen when she realized that the thing was probably as germy as hell. If hell even was germy. The heat probably burned all the germs away, so did that mean that hell was the most sanitary place in the fictional world? No! Off topic again, dammit! She had to have…ADHD, or something!

; suddenly appeared on the word document as Ice slammed her fist down in frustration. Then she suddenly turned pale, still clenched fist hovering inches above the keyboard. "Noooo! I'm sorry, baby; momma will never, ever hit you again! Don't die on me, not now!"

She could almost imagine the computer giving off a pitiful whine, but it didn't give out as she'd expected it too. Great. Now what? Then she paused as an idea hit her. Of course! I mean, she'd said she wouldn't take requests, but…yeah! But how to spell it out…? Ah! Her fingers began to dance again.

Dear beloved readers! The hero has arrived! Hm…yeah…wait, Alfred wouldn't say 'beloved'.

Dear awesome readers! The hero has arrived!

I'm here to stand in for the awesome IceEckos, who has something really important to say. She wants to say: Thank you! But she wants to show her appreciation in more ways than one. IceEckos is gonna start taking requests! Now someone can tell her something to write, and because you guys are so amazing she's gonna do it!

IceEckos leaned back in her chair, the pen somehow finding its way back into her mouth as she examined her work. Still not as satisfied with the piece, Ice glared at the screen. Maybe she could just leave it as it was, and hope nobody noticed how bad it was… flicking her tongue absentmindedly over the pen, she dismissed the thought. What was she supposed to do? These were her readers, not some random people off the street! (Well, they sort of were, but sort of not…)

Tossing the pen back onto the computer desk, Ice leaned her back against the chair and pushed her feet to the wall, into her customary relaxing position. Think, think, think, think some more and never, ever get anywhere.

"You know, Ice, you could always just let the awesome me do it instead of that un-awesome America."

Ice turned and glared at the offending hallucination. "Shut up, Gilbert. You're not even there! You're just my imagination, caused by frustration rolling off my brain in sweat waves."

Gilbert grimaced, opened his mouth to protest and suddenly disappeared.

"Much better." Ice tapped her chin with the pen, nibbling the end. Within the minute it was in her mouth again.

These hands were meant for playing piano, or typing out angst or humor! She wasn't the…you know…touchy feely type! Anything that had anything resembling touchy-feely stuff she always hesitated to write! Ah, screw this.

Maybe tomorrow.

Alright, so this basically spells out the problem: I want to show my appreciation to you guys, but…so anyway, I will be taking requests! They're more an appreciation thing than anything else. Either PM me or review the idea to me and I'll have a chapter of your choice whipped up! I don't do smut, or hard yaoi. I can do romance, though as I said earlier it's like trying to get Blackbeard to write a love poem. He'll do it, very awkwardly.

Thanks to all my beloved readers,

IceEcko12