Comments | subtle_subtext: Reposting this, because I changed my icons and I never even did it. O.o

subtle_subtext

Reposting this, because I changed my icons and I never even did it. O.o

Jan 28, 2007 14:55

Me: *Rolls.* I just realized.
Me: I changed out two of my icons just now.
Me: And I never did that icon-drabble meme.
Me: I let Uozumi do it for me. XDDD;
Julie: hahahaha!
Julie: Lose, Rachel. ;P
Me: *Dies.* My name is so not Rachel.
Julie: HAHA.
Julie: Oops.
Julie: Cassie. :P
Donya: *laughing*
Me: <3333. You're forgiven, because of how hard I have ( Read more... )

meme, drabbles, cassie and rachel are interchangable, buchou fails

Comments 6

BLEACH: Aizen-centric, Aizen/Gin implied, PG, 441 words. subtle_subtext January 29 2007, 00:04:18 UTC

There was something fundamentally twisted about standing at the edge of that sheer white drop and looking down onto emptiness, knowing with every fiber of your soul that the snap of your fingers could cause chaos or tranquility, and feeling only a faint sense of amusement and mild enthusiasm. Aizen did it every day, as if to test himself. Sometimes there were Espada below him, sometimes just Kaname or Gin, but always there was that piddling feeling of being entertained by a mime or a clown, that insignificant tickle. He felt nothing great or moving about the pinnacle on which he stood, no matter what power he could exercise over his minions or his companions. They were all puppets on strings, but he gained no joy or exhilaration from jerking them this way and that, so he never bothered. Such displays of power were better left to insecure brutes like Grimmjow, at any rate. Aizen understood what it meant to be powerful, to be silent and revered, to need never prove oneself or even reinforce an order ( ... )

BLEACH: Byakuya/Hisana, PG, 245 words. subtle_subtext January 31 2007, 03:57:08 UTC

Hisana can't trace the turn of affairs, thinking back; all she knows is that it was too sudden to stop, and that he liked it ( ... )

BLEACH: Hichi-centric, Hichi/Karin implied, PG, 339 words. subtle_subtext January 31 2007, 04:38:07 UTC

He smiles (because that, that watery, insipid and valiant attempt at reassurance cannot be called a grin, no matter how he bares his teeth, not in comparison to my exhilaration and rapture that nearly cracks open my face every time it's shown) and pats her on the head, mussing her hair with condescension and comfort. I cast his eyes sideways against his will to get a glimpse of the overwhelming uncertainty on her face as he tries to look away.

Stop, he tells me, I don't need to see that. You don't need to see that.But I do, and I'm glad to remind him. I need the reassurance myself, the confirmation that yes, I'm gradually unbuilding his fortress of family and friends and slowly exposing his heart to the armies of loneliness that come with being what we are. I singsong it, laugh and release what little control I'd taken, and feel him breathe a little, jerkily, at the relief ( ... )

BLEACH: Ichigo/Rukia, G, 158 words. subtle_subtext January 31 2007, 05:06:06 UTC

They're always at odds.

At the window each morning, she makes a witty retort before dropping into the street, and he shuts and locks the window after her just to spite her.

When they meet on the corner, she slings her bag over her shoulder for him to narrowly dodge.

He pretends to hold the school's heavy door for her, then lets it swing closed at the last second so that she barely has time to slip through.

But he knows the slightness of her frame by heart, and he's always precise; the door will just miss the edge of her skirt.

She's memorized how many steps behind her he walks, so that her bag will never quite come too close or too fast to catch him in the face.

And every afternoon, he comes into the house; faster when it's cold or when it's raining, and runs straight up to his room to let her back in.

BLEACH: Keigo/Mizuiro, implied Chizuru/Orihime, Tatsuki/Orihime and Ichigo/Rukia, PG, 177 words. subtle_subtext January 31 2007, 07:06:21 UTC

"Someday, they'll give up," Keigo declared, without taking his eyes from the scene.

Mizuiro echoed, "Give up?"

"Yeah, give up, and just... go at it."

Mizuiro blinked and glanced sideways at his friend. "Are you serious?" He could never be sure. Keigo wasn't as stupid as he seemed, but he was pretty retarded nonetheless.

"Yeah." He sounded enthusiastic. "You know this is all just a lot of really complicated foreplay. I mean, girls make foreplay complicated for guys, so obviously, foreplay with lesbians is like a friggin' jigsaw puzzle."

Foregoing the action in front of them to palm his face, Mizuiro sighed. "Jigsaw puzzles aren't as complicated as lesbians. And anyway, Chizuru-chan and Tatsuki-kun aren't going to 'go at it.'"

Keigo seemed offended, somehow. "Why not?! You always say that the reason Kuchiki-san and Ichigo fight is because they want to do it, so how is this different?"

"Because they're just fighting in the name of sexual tension! Chizuru-chan and Tatsuki-kun are fighting over Orihime-chan"Oh." There was a pause. " ( ... )