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REQUESTS CLOSED.

(Because I'm lazy. Unless I love you.
You guys know who you are.)


Expect your fill anytime
from now until December 25th.

Date: 2011-11-09 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indira14.livejournal.com
BECAUSE I'M SHAMELESS AND HAVE NEXT TO NO SELF-CONTROL, I'M ASKINGFORTWOASDKASGD.

Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: ...Soi Fong/Grimmjow. I warned you about the obscurity, didn't I? KILL ME NOW
Prompt: AU, ribbons

Fandom: Inuyasha (IT'S BEEN SO LONG FOR ME TOO T_T)
Pairing: Inuyasha/Kikyou do you want to come at me with a pitchfork yet, annie? 8D
Prompt: "These words that bind", "a love so unkind", or "love, like rain". Any of them will do♥

Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-12 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
PSSSSH, YOU CAN ASK FOR A THOUSAND, INDIRA. (althoughwhetherI'ddothemallisanotherthingaltogetehr)

For your Inuyasha fill! And I'm way too lazy to pick up any pitchforks. 8D

________________________________________


After the fighting, after Naraku, sometimes during rainy nights Inuyasha wakes up forgetting who he’s holding in the circle of his arms. He looks down and sees long hair, inky in the darkness, spilling over pale shoulders, and then her smell—tinged with rain and regret.

Kikyou, he almost whispers, Kikyou, wake up.

And he expects her to. He expects this girl’s eyes to open, and her expression to be weary but amused. He expects a husky reprimand of hushed laughter, a you can never sleep when it rains, can you? He expects to quiet her with a kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair while she whispers of duties and early mornings, of Kaede sleeping too close in the next room.

But then the moment will pass, and Kagome, he realizes, it’s Kagome and too many years later. It’s Kagome and he loves her so much that sometimes he feels like he’ll burst with wanting, with the need to touch her and make sure she’s really there.

At the same time though, at the same time a corner of his heart sighs with something like missed opportunities and the dull edges of old aches. And he misses her—he misses Kikyou, and the quiet and the seriousness and the way she always knew to wake up for him when it rained.

Afterwards, he’s never been able to go back to sleep.

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-13 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
(And sorry! I didn't include any of the prompts word for word, but I tried for the feel? ;n; )

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-14 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indira14.livejournal.com
ASKDGVKAJSD. WHY YES, I'M USING THAT ICON AGAIN. IT APPROPRIATELY CONVEYS HOW HAPPILICIOUS I FEEL RIGHT NOW.

This fill was just--- I've been staring at it for a while now and it's so sad and beautiful and perfect. ;_; I loved the bit of Kagome/Inuyasha there (It’s Kagome and he loves her so much that sometimes he feels like he’ll burst with wanting, with the need to touch her and make sure she’s really there.). It somehow makes the Inuyasha/Kikyou all the more poignant♥

Also, this: the way she always knew to wake up for him when it rained.

Wahh. This makes my heart hurt, but in a good way! *happy sigh* I lovelovelove what you did with my prompt, Annie. The atmosphere is just how I imagined it to be - especially the little details of Inuyasha's memories of Kikyou (e.g., of Kaede sleeping too close in the next room.) This was brilliant♥

I have this sudden urge to kidnap you and make you write fic for me. >_>;;

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-15 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
I LOVE THAT ICON SO MUCH.

And ahhhhhhh I'm so glad you liked it! The last time I wrote Inuyasha was when I was...12 (and suffice to say my writing was kinda horrible then) so I'm glad I didn't completely butcher the characters.

you don't have to kidnap me! it's your birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay so WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-15 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
Indira! You never asked for this fill, BUUUUUT it IS you birthday and I wanted to do something for you but I have no idea what you'd want so I just figured 'here have a teeny tiny bit of blaaaaaaaaaaaargh fic as a placeholder lalalaaaa' until I can figure out what you'd like.

(AND I REALLY WANNA GIVE YOU CAKE AND CANDY AND COFFEE AND DELICIOUS THINGS BUT WE LIVE TOO FAR AWAY.)

SO. What would you like? Fic? Funny videos? Terrible looking manips? Candy that might or might not survive the transatlantic trip to your place?

(For now, have some very, very angsty sad!Sakura and narusasu!fromsomeoneelse'spov!)

(...that's a really crappy gift, now that I think about it...)

(Your other fill's also on it's way! Just waiting for inspiration to strike...)

I should stop using parentheses.

______________________________________________________


She remembered seeing Sasuke for the first time in two and a half years. She remembered watching his lips curl around her name like it was something precious. She remembered thinking, how fake, how pretentious.

But most of all she remembered the way his eyes had widened and his hands had clenched like he’d taken a tiny punch to the gut as Naruto hurtled out into the open, fierce and intense and everything Sakura was not.

She remembered the way Sasuke and Naruto had looked at each other-the Uchiha’s arm draped over the blond’s shoulder, so close dark hair brushed whiskered cheek. And because Sakura was smart, even smarter than people gave her credit for, she remembered the quiet desperation in the edges of Sasuke’s fingertips as they barely grazed Naruto's arm; a casual touch, restrained from something greater, contrasting with the intimacy of his breath at the other man’s ear—whispered words that were not for the rest to hear, words that say one thing but might as well mean another.

Sakura imagined them, sometimes, not what he’d said but what she thought Sasuke must’ve meant:

What took you so long I hope you’ve gotten stronger You can’t catch me otherwise Please catch up Please stop me Please save me I secretly am very glad that you’re here, still chasing, still never giving up. Please don’t ever give up.

Sakura remembered. She saw, she knew. She continued to say nothing; she continued to play pretend.

To other people they were a tragedy, a game of chase where the toad raced after the slug and the slug chased the snake, and the snake, the snake never once looked back.

But that’s not how this story goes.

And so Sakura will play her part: she will hug Naruto and whisper that she loves him, she will pick up the kunai and raise it with trembling hands to Sasuke’s back, she will cry and fall and have to be saved.

Because Sakura, Sakura knew how the story really went.

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-15 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutecrazyice.livejournal.com
Oh, God. Oh, Lord. Oh, Kami. My heart needs to stop aching. D:

Sad and lovely and fdghjlhgjkl ANNIEEEEE. THIS IS SO GOOD AND I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR SAKURA.

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-27 12:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indira14.livejournal.com
Oh my Hokage. I CAN'T EVEN. ;_; why do you do this, annie, WHYYY

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-27 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
LOOOL.

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST ICONS INDIRA? WHY?

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-27 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indira14.livejournal.com
OKAY. OKAY. I'M OKAY NOW. (I think... T_T) Time for a proper comment, whee~ EXCUSE ANY INCOHERENCY ON MY PART.

Annnniiiieee. Annniiiieee. This is going to sound totally absurd and creepy and ridiculous but I like saying your name - it conjures up images of white kittens and pretty, pretty food! ♥ I did not expect to get such a wonderful, wonderful drabble for my birthday and wish I had been here to reply sooner! ;_; I'm sorryyy - I was lost in a mountain somewhere, and then... I come back and I find this and my Inbox flooded and it's a bit overwhelming, really. In a good way! :')

Thank you so much - how did you know that that moment was the one that had me flailing alll over this ship like no one's business? I never really saw it between them before that, tbh. This was so perfect, especially because it's from Sakura's POV - she's so... IDK. Accepting? Silently hurting? Resigned? I can't put a finger on it, but I'm so sad for her rn. I really think you do her character justice, Annie!

the snake, the snake never once looked back. - IHUSOMUCH, SASUKE. COME BACK HOOOME ALREADY. sexy threesome love is waiting for youuu

AND THAT LAST SENTENCE. BWAHHH. ;_; Thank youuu so much, Annie! I love it<3

Re: Part 1 (THAT ICON)

Date: 2011-11-27 06:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cutecrazyice.livejournal.com
I STALK YOUR JOURNALS. THIS COMMENT IS SO LONG AND SHINY DFGHJKL.

Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

Date: 2011-12-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
She catches his eye immediately. Which is rare, because most women that he finds himself interested in, drawn to, are loud, are messes right down to the glitter smearing into their sweat-slicked skin. They’re everyday tragedies and he thinks it’s fucking hilarious, going up close and framing stories of what’s wrecked their little lives.

This girl, though, she is small, would barely make it past his collarbone, and she makes no noise as she stands stock-still in the middle of the crowded plaza. He can only see her back from where he stands, and his eyes follow the her spine’s inward arch, her bowed head and the flash of vulnerable white skin her short hair reveals at the base of her neck. She isn’t a spectacle, but he can feel the devastation from her clenched fists and bent back anyhow.

She looks up, her arm raising in supplication towards someone that he can’t see, before it falls to her side again. The movement makes her braids ripple down her back, and the plain white ribbons tying them at the ends flutter.

Grimmjow smiles, and begins to walk toward her.

He can see her more clearly now, as the crowd parts to let his six feet one frame through. He’s an intimidating guy-Grimmjow gets that; it’s probably got something to do with the large scar stretching across one side of his jaw.

His grin widens at the thought.

He’s almost there, she’s maybe three feet away, when she says Yoruichi-sama! in a low, broken voice.

There’s a story there that he wants to hear.

Another few steps and she’s within reach. He reaches out and tugs on one of her ribbons. She turns, and Grimmjow can see her narrowed eyes, her snub of a nose wrinkled in ready distaste.

His grin sharp, he begins. “Hey, woman.”

Re: Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

Date: 2011-12-12 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indira14.livejournal.com
...so pretty. /stares

No. Seriously. Prettiness. Annie, you know something? Whenever I read something especially vivid or something with an emphasis on atmosphere, I feel these little bursts and flashes of ~feelings~ that I tend to colour code/associate with certain colours. And this? This was all watercolours. Flowing and transient and so many pretty shades of gray and blue, especially when The movement makes her braids ripple down her back, and the plain white ribbons tying them at the ends flutter. There's something so ~graceful~ about the way you say it, wahhh. @_@

I'M PROLLY NOT EXPLAINING MYSELF VERY WELL BUT, YEAH. I can't think anything beyond, "Wah, pretty... pretty," atm. YOU PROLLY ALSO HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LIKE YOUR GRIMMJOW EITHER, BUT I DO LIKE HIM. A LOT. /dies from pretty *___*

Re: Part 2 - Soi Fong/Grimmjow

Date: 2011-12-12 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mylasia.livejournal.com
Ahhhh, thank you Indira. ;u;

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