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Finally wrote something! These drabbles were kicked off by a
r0ck3tsci3ntist Shinji/Hiyori/old-timey record-player art inspired by recent chapters. I hope she finishes it soon so I can show it off to you guys.
The characters here are Shinji, Hiyori, Ishida, Orihime, Kenpachi, Renji, Chad.
Random Bleach Jazz
by debbiechan
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite creates the Bleach that is so interesting right now (chapters -108 thereabouts) that my brain is possessed by the source material yet stricken inept by memories of my own fanfic. I write the pseudo-Bleach; I make no money off the pseudo-Bleach.
Description: Drabbles (all ratings up to NC-17) Shinji/Hiyori, Ishida/Orihime, Kenpachi, Renji, Chad.
I was jogging lap after painful lap around the writer’s block so I asked my f-list for some prompts and here’s what they gave me and the best I could do. Written while listening to Ragtime piano (http://www.rtpress.com/titles.htm#authors).
I don’t know where Jazz is going. Maybe it’s going to Hell. ~ Thelonious Monk
1.
laurabryannan: Shinji/Hiyori--hiccup
jazz: Tickled to Death (Charles Hunter, 1899)
Hiyori hiccuped, the record player skipped, and Shinji flew naked out of the sheets. “Look what you did!”
“What I did?” Hiyori caught her balance that had been thrown when Shinji dropped her thighs. She sat up and huffed into her bangs.
“Your reiatsu messed up my groove,” Shinji hissed.
“Your WHAT?”
“My groove, the line the phonograph needle runs on.” Shinji took the record off the player and blew dust off it. “Maybe if you ever closed that mouth of yours, you wouldn’t swallow air and make disgusting noises right in the middle of--”
“Freaking ass shit,” Hiyori muttered. “You never make any sense.”
When the music started again, Shinji cocked his head back and forth to the sound. “You know--the groove, the beat, a medium tempo around 112, the ever-loving funk--”
“Shut up.”
Shinji had closed his eyes, transported to the St. Louis Rag.
“You really like that stuff? Sounds like one of the doofus recruits dropping an instrument tray. Hey!” She snapped her fingers. “SHINJI? FORGET SOMETHING?”
He opened his eyes. “Hmm?”
Hiyori planted her feet on either side of the futon and her parted legs made a tent between her knees. “Got yer groove right here.”
Big smile. “That’s what I was trying to tell you. Try to keep up.”
“YOU MAKE LESS SENSE THAN THAT STUPID ASS CLANG CLANG MUSIC. GET HERE AND FUCK ME RIGHT NOW.”
And so he did.
Shinji sighed himself into a rightness with the universe. Man, he was going to have to learn how to play piano. The guy on the record was hitting all the sweet spots from here to eternity.
2.
kitsunenomiko: Ishida--and "prince" (as in the trope of "prince on a white horse")
dungeonwriter: Ishida/Orihime Costume Party
jazz: Gesu Bambino (Pietro Yon, 1917)
He was proud of the historical detail he combed out of Italian Renaissance picture books but the costume looked a lot like his Quincy outfit.
Dark blue velveteen instead of white. Same gold cord roped from shoulder to center of chest.
Orihime stepped back, put her finger to her chin, and made a judicious humming sound. “Hmmmmmmmmmmm.”
“The side slits on the tunic are too short. I don’t have enough….” Ishida wiggled his hips and the gesture made Orihime smile. “I don’t have enough room, really.”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said again.
“Box pleats didn’t exist in the early fourteenth century.”
“Turn around,” she ordered, and as he did, Orihime considered that Ishida-kun had surprisingly good muscle tone for someone with such slender legs and that he looked nice in tights.
“Oh my goodness.” A far-away memory returned, and Orihime covered her face with her fluffy Florentine-lace sleeves.
“What’s the matter?” Ishida’s voice always sounded older, sterner when he was worried.
Her reaction wasn’t over his clothes design--Orihime knew he knew that.
“Nothing--I--” She couldn’t explain it, of course. The girlish fantasy of Kurosaki-kun as the Prince with the pointy jeweled crown. That had been mists and eons ago, a vision without details, without a point of reference as solid and particular as the slope of Ishida-kun’s thigh into his knee cavity and then the rise of muscle again where his calf--
“Inoue-san?”
She was peeking through her fingers, staring at his legs.
“Did you have a … flashback? Your brother? Hueco Mundo?”
She met his eyes. Honest and blue. He knew her so well. “Well, yes, I did remember something, but--” She shut her eyes, shook her head and giggled. “Yah! Nothing serious! Nothing scary! Nothing important!”
Later that evening, Orihime decided that she didn’t want the princess train that Ishida had planned for her dress because it was just plain too heavy to drag around at the costume ball. “You can cut it off,” she said, gathering the fabric into her arms. “I’m not that attached to it.”
“But a princess would wear--”
“It doesn’t have to be exact. I’m just a pretend princess.”
And so Ishida scissored away at the shiny folds.
And because it felt good to let go of some of the silliness, Orihime said, “Thank you, Ishida-kun.”
3.
laurie_bunter: Kenpachi--impossibilities
jazz: Great Crush Collision March (Scott Joplin, 1897)
Zaraki Kenpachi figured he could die. Seemed like everything did, and Old Man Yama said that Shinigami were no different. Still, dying was a crazy concept. The closest Zaraki had come to it was just feeling really, really bad. Like the time that punk Ichigo hit him where it hurt and out bled all this spirit that stung like Hell whistling through every little gap in his flesh.
Didn’t do any good to think about it too much, but dying, as far as Zaraki was concerned, was Impossible. Once he’d heard the twelfth division captain say, “Impossible is not a scientific term, my friend!” to someone who was poo-pooing one of the freak’s latest inventions.
Maybe he and that freak had something in common.
Maybe he enjoyed fighting and Mayuri enjoyed science too much for either one of them to ever plan on dying.
4.
vayshti: Renji--catching fish with his hands
jazz: Pine Apple Rag (Scott Joplin, 1908)
Captain Byakuya had given Renji a weird assignment.
“You’ll never catch one, Shinigami!” called the fisherman from the cliff. He and his partner had been casting line after line and filling bucket after bucket for an hour while Renji stood, waist-deep in the stream, trying to catch a fish with his bare hands.
“This how they teach you fellows to fish for souls?”
“None of your business!” Renji shouted back. At the noise, the silver cloud swimming towards him scattered into individual darts in every direction.
Renji was used to public humiliation. He didn’t get red-faced anymore about messing up a kidou spell (although he might get black-faced from blowing himself up). Renji was used to making mistakes--in front of others, by himself, it didn’t matter. He knew he wasn’t a natural talent and that he had to practice, practice, practice.
Captain had said he needed meditative discipline, what the fuck.
Thing is, as he stood here, arms submerged to the elbows, fingers wiggling to coax the little fishies towards him, he really wasn’t sure he wanted to grab one. Sure, the first few times he’d wanted to.
Then the splashing sounds and the sight of the little silver things scurrying away …
How long had he been out here? Not even an hour. His wrists were getting numb from the cold water. The fish eyes were starting to look like Kira’s eyes. Poor guy. He just hadn’t been the same since his captain bailed. And the slender, quick fish reminded Renji of just about every loser guy he’d ever known. Guys just waiting to catch some hard luck. Guys who weren’t really that strong. Like the Quincy kid.
Well….
If he caught one, he would throw it back. It’s not like the captain had said he needed to bring the fishes fried in tempura and served up with onions and burdock.
5.
adam_epp: Chad--ostracization
jazz: Mignonne (Joseph Lamb, 1901)
Chad slung his guitar case over his shoulder and started down the deserted street. Music played, even though the bars had closed hours ago and most musicians had taken the train to Tokyo to hit the Friday night hot spots. Off the hipsters and guys with girlfriends to impress had gone--to someplace where the action didn’t quit at 2 a.m., far far beyond Karakura Town, to a noisier, more brightly lit reality.
Music played even though Chad didn’t own an iPod. Music played because chord progressions accompanied Chad’s steps whenever he walked. The quieter it was outside, like now, in the pre-dawn, the better he heard his heartbeat and other music inside him. Gutbucket New Orleans stuff sometimes, other times canciones románticas from Abuelo’s old radio and memories of the mournful palomas--not even Japanese pigeons, said to sound like fading ambulances, made such sad clucks and purrs as the Mexican birds.
And Chad would have given you a deadpan look if you asked him if he was lonely. Of course he wasn’t lonely. He liked being wherever his feet brought him. He was self-determining. He chose to follow Abuelo’s advice. He chose a path of righteousness. It was his decision alone to kneel before Urahara-san and asked to be trained.
His heart played its own song.
And Chad listened for others. Part of being a good bass player was following someone else’s fancy lead, knowing when a riff was over and guessing when the chorus was going to swing back in.
Cracks of pink appeared in the gray sky.
Chad imagined that across town someone else was walking for a reason other than to enjoy the stillness. Maybe some girl done with schoolwork for the year and excited about summer vacation. Some drunk guy coming off a buzz. Or a manga-ka who got sore joints from sitting at his desk all night and wanted to see the Real World.
Chad nodded at the image of his Creator as dawn broke across the heavens. “That’s right,” he thought. “You keep on coloring outside the lines.”
END
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The characters here are Shinji, Hiyori, Ishida, Orihime, Kenpachi, Renji, Chad.
Random Bleach Jazz
by debbiechan
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite creates the Bleach that is so interesting right now (chapters -108 thereabouts) that my brain is possessed by the source material yet stricken inept by memories of my own fanfic. I write the pseudo-Bleach; I make no money off the pseudo-Bleach.
Description: Drabbles (all ratings up to NC-17) Shinji/Hiyori, Ishida/Orihime, Kenpachi, Renji, Chad.
I was jogging lap after painful lap around the writer’s block so I asked my f-list for some prompts and here’s what they gave me and the best I could do. Written while listening to Ragtime piano (http://www.rtpress.com/titles.htm#authors).
I don’t know where Jazz is going. Maybe it’s going to Hell. ~ Thelonious Monk
1.
laurabryannan: Shinji/Hiyori--hiccup
jazz: Tickled to Death (Charles Hunter, 1899)
Hiyori hiccuped, the record player skipped, and Shinji flew naked out of the sheets. “Look what you did!”
“What I did?” Hiyori caught her balance that had been thrown when Shinji dropped her thighs. She sat up and huffed into her bangs.
“Your reiatsu messed up my groove,” Shinji hissed.
“Your WHAT?”
“My groove, the line the phonograph needle runs on.” Shinji took the record off the player and blew dust off it. “Maybe if you ever closed that mouth of yours, you wouldn’t swallow air and make disgusting noises right in the middle of--”
“Freaking ass shit,” Hiyori muttered. “You never make any sense.”
When the music started again, Shinji cocked his head back and forth to the sound. “You know--the groove, the beat, a medium tempo around 112, the ever-loving funk--”
“Shut up.”
Shinji had closed his eyes, transported to the St. Louis Rag.
“You really like that stuff? Sounds like one of the doofus recruits dropping an instrument tray. Hey!” She snapped her fingers. “SHINJI? FORGET SOMETHING?”
He opened his eyes. “Hmm?”
Hiyori planted her feet on either side of the futon and her parted legs made a tent between her knees. “Got yer groove right here.”
Big smile. “That’s what I was trying to tell you. Try to keep up.”
“YOU MAKE LESS SENSE THAN THAT STUPID ASS CLANG CLANG MUSIC. GET HERE AND FUCK ME RIGHT NOW.”
And so he did.
Shinji sighed himself into a rightness with the universe. Man, he was going to have to learn how to play piano. The guy on the record was hitting all the sweet spots from here to eternity.
2.
kitsunenomiko: Ishida--and "prince" (as in the trope of "prince on a white horse")
dungeonwriter: Ishida/Orihime Costume Party
jazz: Gesu Bambino (Pietro Yon, 1917)
He was proud of the historical detail he combed out of Italian Renaissance picture books but the costume looked a lot like his Quincy outfit.
Dark blue velveteen instead of white. Same gold cord roped from shoulder to center of chest.
Orihime stepped back, put her finger to her chin, and made a judicious humming sound. “Hmmmmmmmmmmm.”
“The side slits on the tunic are too short. I don’t have enough….” Ishida wiggled his hips and the gesture made Orihime smile. “I don’t have enough room, really.”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said again.
“Box pleats didn’t exist in the early fourteenth century.”
“Turn around,” she ordered, and as he did, Orihime considered that Ishida-kun had surprisingly good muscle tone for someone with such slender legs and that he looked nice in tights.
“Oh my goodness.” A far-away memory returned, and Orihime covered her face with her fluffy Florentine-lace sleeves.
“What’s the matter?” Ishida’s voice always sounded older, sterner when he was worried.
Her reaction wasn’t over his clothes design--Orihime knew he knew that.
“Nothing--I--” She couldn’t explain it, of course. The girlish fantasy of Kurosaki-kun as the Prince with the pointy jeweled crown. That had been mists and eons ago, a vision without details, without a point of reference as solid and particular as the slope of Ishida-kun’s thigh into his knee cavity and then the rise of muscle again where his calf--
“Inoue-san?”
She was peeking through her fingers, staring at his legs.
“Did you have a … flashback? Your brother? Hueco Mundo?”
She met his eyes. Honest and blue. He knew her so well. “Well, yes, I did remember something, but--” She shut her eyes, shook her head and giggled. “Yah! Nothing serious! Nothing scary! Nothing important!”
Later that evening, Orihime decided that she didn’t want the princess train that Ishida had planned for her dress because it was just plain too heavy to drag around at the costume ball. “You can cut it off,” she said, gathering the fabric into her arms. “I’m not that attached to it.”
“But a princess would wear--”
“It doesn’t have to be exact. I’m just a pretend princess.”
And so Ishida scissored away at the shiny folds.
And because it felt good to let go of some of the silliness, Orihime said, “Thank you, Ishida-kun.”
3.
laurie_bunter: Kenpachi--impossibilities
jazz: Great Crush Collision March (Scott Joplin, 1897)
Zaraki Kenpachi figured he could die. Seemed like everything did, and Old Man Yama said that Shinigami were no different. Still, dying was a crazy concept. The closest Zaraki had come to it was just feeling really, really bad. Like the time that punk Ichigo hit him where it hurt and out bled all this spirit that stung like Hell whistling through every little gap in his flesh.
Didn’t do any good to think about it too much, but dying, as far as Zaraki was concerned, was Impossible. Once he’d heard the twelfth division captain say, “Impossible is not a scientific term, my friend!” to someone who was poo-pooing one of the freak’s latest inventions.
Maybe he and that freak had something in common.
Maybe he enjoyed fighting and Mayuri enjoyed science too much for either one of them to ever plan on dying.
4.
vayshti: Renji--catching fish with his hands
jazz: Pine Apple Rag (Scott Joplin, 1908)
Captain Byakuya had given Renji a weird assignment.
“You’ll never catch one, Shinigami!” called the fisherman from the cliff. He and his partner had been casting line after line and filling bucket after bucket for an hour while Renji stood, waist-deep in the stream, trying to catch a fish with his bare hands.
“This how they teach you fellows to fish for souls?”
“None of your business!” Renji shouted back. At the noise, the silver cloud swimming towards him scattered into individual darts in every direction.
Renji was used to public humiliation. He didn’t get red-faced anymore about messing up a kidou spell (although he might get black-faced from blowing himself up). Renji was used to making mistakes--in front of others, by himself, it didn’t matter. He knew he wasn’t a natural talent and that he had to practice, practice, practice.
Captain had said he needed meditative discipline, what the fuck.
Thing is, as he stood here, arms submerged to the elbows, fingers wiggling to coax the little fishies towards him, he really wasn’t sure he wanted to grab one. Sure, the first few times he’d wanted to.
Then the splashing sounds and the sight of the little silver things scurrying away …
How long had he been out here? Not even an hour. His wrists were getting numb from the cold water. The fish eyes were starting to look like Kira’s eyes. Poor guy. He just hadn’t been the same since his captain bailed. And the slender, quick fish reminded Renji of just about every loser guy he’d ever known. Guys just waiting to catch some hard luck. Guys who weren’t really that strong. Like the Quincy kid.
Well….
If he caught one, he would throw it back. It’s not like the captain had said he needed to bring the fishes fried in tempura and served up with onions and burdock.
5.
adam_epp: Chad--ostracization
jazz: Mignonne (Joseph Lamb, 1901)
Chad slung his guitar case over his shoulder and started down the deserted street. Music played, even though the bars had closed hours ago and most musicians had taken the train to Tokyo to hit the Friday night hot spots. Off the hipsters and guys with girlfriends to impress had gone--to someplace where the action didn’t quit at 2 a.m., far far beyond Karakura Town, to a noisier, more brightly lit reality.
Music played even though Chad didn’t own an iPod. Music played because chord progressions accompanied Chad’s steps whenever he walked. The quieter it was outside, like now, in the pre-dawn, the better he heard his heartbeat and other music inside him. Gutbucket New Orleans stuff sometimes, other times canciones románticas from Abuelo’s old radio and memories of the mournful palomas--not even Japanese pigeons, said to sound like fading ambulances, made such sad clucks and purrs as the Mexican birds.
And Chad would have given you a deadpan look if you asked him if he was lonely. Of course he wasn’t lonely. He liked being wherever his feet brought him. He was self-determining. He chose to follow Abuelo’s advice. He chose a path of righteousness. It was his decision alone to kneel before Urahara-san and asked to be trained.
His heart played its own song.
And Chad listened for others. Part of being a good bass player was following someone else’s fancy lead, knowing when a riff was over and guessing when the chorus was going to swing back in.
Cracks of pink appeared in the gray sky.
Chad imagined that across town someone else was walking for a reason other than to enjoy the stillness. Maybe some girl done with schoolwork for the year and excited about summer vacation. Some drunk guy coming off a buzz. Or a manga-ka who got sore joints from sitting at his desk all night and wanted to see the Real World.
Chad nodded at the image of his Creator as dawn broke across the heavens. “That’s right,” he thought. “You keep on coloring outside the lines.”
END
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Date: 2008-04-06 11:54 pm (UTC)Really ought to look up some of this music, as well - expanding one's musical horizons and knowledge is usually a good thing, no?
*hugs* And thank you ^^
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Date: 2008-04-07 12:09 am (UTC)Just click on the link I gave in the intro. There's a whole page of MIDI files for all the songs. I really had a fun time going through them.
Now I can get to work on that stalled IshiHime!!!
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Date: 2008-04-07 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-07 05:51 pm (UTC)<33333333 I wuz a drabblin cuz I wuz blocked. Now I can get moving on some old assignments!
AND NO ONE DRAWS SHINJI AND HIYORI LIKE YOU. <3
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Date: 2008-04-07 12:49 am (UTC)The Renji one though, wow. o_o
(really love the way the musical theme tied them all together - inspired!)
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:52 pm (UTC)yeah, please do finish the sketch. It told a million stories. <3
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Date: 2008-04-07 12:54 am (UTC)Renji having to catch fish as a way to obtain displine definitely works.
And is that a hint at a RenxIshi I see thar, or is it just me squinting really, really hard?
I also really liked 1 and 3.
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:53 pm (UTC)Thank you. And um, well, about the RenIshi. What can I say. I just loved their interactions in the manga recently and how much Renji worried about Ishida. ^^
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Date: 2008-04-07 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-07 05:54 pm (UTC)Thanks! Adam had said something in his request about Kubo always leaving Chad out of things so I thought I'd throw a little dig at the Creator himself there. XD
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Date: 2008-04-07 01:22 am (UTC)We need to get you some modern jazz to listen to, though. Shinji would approve, I'm sure.
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:56 pm (UTC)I'm partial to Chad too.
Hmm, I haven't heard much of anything new since I had kids. The world sort of stops when kids happens. I tell you what--you play something for me (can you do LJ voice post?) or link me to some modern jazz piano and give me a prompt and I'll Bleach drabble it!
two choices!
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:34 am (UTC)Loved the Renji and Ishida ones :D. And I kind of want to see a sequel to the Renji one. With Ishida in it. Okay, mostly I want to see more RenIshi by you, romantic or not :P. But that was really nice, kind of sad, and I can totally see Byakuya making Renji do that.
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-07 05:57 pm (UTC)thanks! I'd forgotten how much I love writing Visored love!
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:48 am (UTC)I might have to go write some more Renishi now. I think I must get inspired by your Renji.
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:59 pm (UTC)aw, petals from Nanao-chan! Thank you!
And I'm veddy veddy pleased to inspire you. RenIshi would be ... oh yeah.
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Date: 2008-04-07 03:09 am (UTC)They're all wonderful, but I really liked Renji associating about fish eyes. Very thought-provoking! Good work hon. :D
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Date: 2008-04-07 06:00 pm (UTC)It was a great prompt--thanks for it. Shinji just rocks my world.
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Date: 2008-04-07 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-07 06:03 pm (UTC)Thank you.
Now that I'm back in the groove, I need to finish a couple fics but I really want to write some UlquiHime after a dvd cover (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y130/debbiechanlovesvegeta/UlquiHimeAD.jpg) was released featuring the two of them this week. <3
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:21 am (UTC)1. I liked this one quite a lot. It's so "pointlessly" full of adult content. Maybe my favorite.
2. This is the kind of story that would give you a smile, right? Do you have a persistent grin on your face when you write these fics yourself?
3. What else could be impossible for Kenpachi? The guy could probably walk through a minefield without so much as a scratch.
4. Laugh-out-loud at blatant plug for RenIshi. Was it necessary? Maybe for you, I'm thinking.
5. Yay. I got a drabble. And let us all have a moment of silence for Chad's "death" as a main character of Bleach. We will miss you, big guy, even as the regular cast "forgets" you.
Dayum, so much of these comments are just ramblings.
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Date: 2008-04-07 06:05 pm (UTC)CHAD WILL RETURN. I promise. He'll be all body armor near-full Hollow and important again, mark my words.
Thanks for the good prompt. Chad is worth it.
And um, yeah, I always smile like an idiot when I write IshiHime.
And um, heh heh, couldn't help myself there with the RenIshi.
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Date: 2008-04-07 01:40 pm (UTC)the 1st one for being silly and full of sexitude (sexy with attitude).
the 2nd for being cute.
the 3rd and 4th for being so in-character and introspective.
the 5th for being Chad, poor ignored Chad. at least he's got his music.
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Date: 2008-04-07 06:05 pm (UTC)YEY CHAD!
thank you for liking my sexitude.
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:02 pm (UTC)So yes, he needs longer side splits.
And I giggled a bit at Chad's ponderances on who might be wandering at that time of morning.
You write Chad reflections rather well... not matter what mood you're in, there's always something deep and subtly pretty written about him.
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Date: 2008-04-07 06:06 pm (UTC)Ishida has big hipBONES but narrow hips. Yes, I've looked too closely.
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Date: 2008-04-08 12:08 am (UTC)Although the Chad one with the minor author dig in it was a pretty close second. :)
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Date: 2008-04-08 02:50 pm (UTC)Thank you!
I love your icon, btw. Akiahara is SUCH an amazing fan artist. She's done some RenIshi that's made me go WAHGAHWAHGAH.
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Date: 2008-04-08 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-08 02:59 pm (UTC)thank you. Working on a new one, yes. Was stalled, but got unstalled, now am stalled again... -__-
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Date: 2008-04-08 02:50 am (UTC)That being said, after reading your drabble I would totally pair up Mayuri with Zaraki now. Mayuri would be able to... ah, ooze into places no other man has been. :D Nemu would just watch the phenomenon.
I loved the idea of Shinji's reiatsu making that phonograph run, it's one of those things that might become fanon. Heheh.
Your IshiHime is sweet as usual, and Renji shouldn't throw back that fish because I could use it for lunch. I feel for Chad and I love that you wrote him that way. He's one character who can say so much, but since he's so Tao he doesn't. "Those who know do not speak, those who speak, do not know."
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Date: 2008-04-08 03:02 pm (UTC)He's one character who can say so much, but since he's so Tao he doesn't. "Those who know do not speak, those who speak, do not know."
Chad one time called my baby Ishida the weakest link because Ishida is so complicated. Jasse and I were having one of our Ishida talks the other day and reflecting on how true this is--Ishida notices stuff like the difference between the hair volume in the clones Szayel made and he frets a lot about things that aren't important when sometimes you just need to ACT STUPID AND ACT NOW like Renji and Ichigo.
My lesson for the week. ACT STUPID AND ACT NOW.
All hail the Tao of Chad.
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Date: 2008-04-08 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-08 03:03 pm (UTC)I'm delighted to have made your day.
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Date: 2008-04-08 06:43 am (UTC):***************
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Date: 2008-04-08 03:06 pm (UTC)estoy muy contento <3
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Date: 2008-04-09 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 08:19 pm (UTC)Thanks! <3 I've missed writing.
*needs to get unstuck again*
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:46 pm (UTC)