Heelllloo, friendly neighborhood neurotic fanficcer here.
Finished the story (there are yet another TWO parts I need to proof after this one), and even after losing 14 pages of part three, I felt good getting this one out. I haven't felt a fic lacking in a audience since I wrote The Girls
(but that one did get well-received) and I haven't gotten as much out of an emotional purging from a story since Bright Majestic Winter
. I think this one is a re-writing of "Winter""in a strong way--another excuse to play with the ideas of sexual power and identity, but this time I didn't want Aizen pulling all the strings. This is the new, un-victimized "Winter?" A dominance fic with romance?
XD I tell you, I'm in outer space with this one.
Having writer's solipsism for breakfast, lunch, and dinner--it's the weekend after all.
*turns up choral music*
Without further ado, the part I am sure is going to make people go "huh?" :
Heh heh. I think I may be picking up some of that "it's not what you think it is" evilness from my boyfriend, Kubo-san. This is what happens when I write for myself; I'll probably take drabble requests soon (I know, Cal! I owe you Ikitaku/Unohana!) The chibis want to play Reader Rabbit on the computer now, so adieu until part 3.