BENCHMARK NUMBER TWO!
Wow, we've actually reached 45 members. This is amazing. Do Jazzy and Danielle keep their promises? Oh yes they do. We promised you LOLFICS of stupid, and YOU SHALL HAVE LOLFICS OF STUPID.
It favors IchiRuki just a little bit, but it was originally supposed to be a HichiHruki fic until something bad happened. It's also horribly OOC. But hey, we're crackinfusion. We do that a lot.
"I don't like where this hole is," he said stubbornly as he stared up at the ceiling.
Next to him, Rukia stretched and yawned. "I don't think you had a choice, fool."
"But on my hand? My hand?" he snarled. "That's so fucking lame."
"Shut up," she told him, "at least it's not where your stomach is supposed to be."
That was true, he thought. It had been months since his transformation, and the arrancar anatomy still confused the hell out of him. Every time they had tea with Aizen-sama, he would stare at Grimmjow's hole, waiting for the liquid to drip out. It never did.
"And at least you don't look like an antismoking campaign," she continued drowsily. Rukia didn't like talking when it was time for sleeping.
He thought about what she said.
"And," she added, "at least it's not on your face."
She turned her back to him and fell asleep.
Ichigo had to agree.
**
He stared at her.
"Yes, Ichigo?" she asked ten minutes later, convinced that he wouldn't let her off the hook without her acknowledgement.
"I don't like where your hole is, either."
Rukia rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket over her chest, covering the circular gap.
"My head used to be able to go here," he continued. "Now I can't do it without seeing through to the other side."
"Don't whine," she cut him off. "Just be glad it's in the middle."
"I liked that place," he added as he turned away, slightly defeated.
"Then find another one," she said, turning too.
**
"I," he declared one day, "am not a villain."
"Sure," she said, rather bored and playing with a cigarette.
"I am the protector of the human race, defender of justice."
"No," she said. "That's your father."
"But I'm good," he insisted.
"Yes. Very."
"I'm not evil."
"Only when you're not eating little children," she reminded him.
"Right," he agreed. "And I'm going to beat all the bad guys."
"You were giving Aizen-sama a foot massage."
"UNDERCOVER WORK!" He looked away. "A hero's valiant sacrifice for the greater good!"
"Whatever." She snorted.
And in celebration, we have another event. Danielle is still slaving away on those icons for the Chosen 27. Now we have the
amaranthine_xxx
amidala71
ancha_289
arareusagi
cheree_22
cupsmou
cynnabug
downtown_sassy
eilowyn
evergrnterrace
everlongstar
evildrem
flame_master1
gay_vampire
geckophobe
half_life_wolf
havelocke
i_like_tuesdays
ichigoxrenji
kane_shi_megami
kawaiiairbender
key_revolution
maeldan
mckavian
morphine_gloss
nesa
niji_no_uta
nomoreprinces
pixelmonster
popped_potter
purplecoyote
quenya
quietcorvin
roxit
seleneharker
shajik
silver_ronin
sozonnohime_09
spartydragon
tantrajadeheart
tookishperian
wednesdaya
wicked_liz
And here is the celebration:
Members 1-45. Go and comment with a prompt and in return we will give you either a one-liner or a drabble. ANYTHING BLEACH GOES. Replies are directly to comments.
:D
We're sorry for the lack of updates. College has started for us, although yes, you can look forward to more stupid in the near future. We have it planned, we so do. It... just needs to be put into words.
THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH US, GAIZ! The next number is... 69.
It favors IchiRuki just a little bit, but it was originally supposed to be a HichiHruki fic until something bad happened. It's also horribly OOC. But hey, we're crackinfusion. We do that a lot.
"I don't like where this hole is," he said stubbornly as he stared up at the ceiling.
Next to him, Rukia stretched and yawned. "I don't think you had a choice, fool."
"But on my hand? My hand?" he snarled. "That's so fucking lame."
"Shut up," she told him, "at least it's not where your stomach is supposed to be."
That was true, he thought. It had been months since his transformation, and the arrancar anatomy still confused the hell out of him. Every time they had tea with Aizen-sama, he would stare at Grimmjow's hole, waiting for the liquid to drip out. It never did.
"And at least you don't look like an antismoking campaign," she continued drowsily. Rukia didn't like talking when it was time for sleeping.
He thought about what she said.
"And," she added, "at least it's not on your face."
She turned her back to him and fell asleep.
Ichigo had to agree.
**
He stared at her.
"Yes, Ichigo?" she asked ten minutes later, convinced that he wouldn't let her off the hook without her acknowledgement.
"I don't like where your hole is, either."
Rukia rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket over her chest, covering the circular gap.
"My head used to be able to go here," he continued. "Now I can't do it without seeing through to the other side."
"Don't whine," she cut him off. "Just be glad it's in the middle."
"I liked that place," he added as he turned away, slightly defeated.
"Then find another one," she said, turning too.
**
"I," he declared one day, "am not a villain."
"Sure," she said, rather bored and playing with a cigarette.
"I am the protector of the human race, defender of justice."
"No," she said. "That's your father."
"But I'm good," he insisted.
"Yes. Very."
"I'm not evil."
"Only when you're not eating little children," she reminded him.
"Right," he agreed. "And I'm going to beat all the bad guys."
"You were giving Aizen-sama a foot massage."
"UNDERCOVER WORK!" He looked away. "A hero's valiant sacrifice for the greater good!"
"Whatever." She snorted.
And in celebration, we have another event. Danielle is still slaving away on those icons for the Chosen 27. Now we have the
amaranthine_xxx
amidala71
ancha_289
arareusagi
cheree_22
cupsmou
cynnabug
downtown_sassy
eilowyn
evergrnterrace
everlongstar
evildrem
flame_master1
gay_vampire
geckophobe
half_life_wolf
havelocke
i_like_tuesdays
ichigoxrenji
kane_shi_megami
kawaiiairbender
key_revolution
maeldan
mckavian
morphine_gloss
nesa
niji_no_uta
nomoreprinces
pixelmonster
popped_potter
purplecoyote
quenya
quietcorvin
roxit
seleneharker
shajik
silver_ronin
sozonnohime_09
spartydragon
tantrajadeheart
tookishperian
wednesdaya
wicked_liz
And here is the celebration:
Members 1-45. Go and comment with a prompt and in return we will give you either a one-liner or a drabble. ANYTHING BLEACH GOES. Replies are directly to comments.
:D
We're sorry for the lack of updates. College has started for us, although yes, you can look forward to more stupid in the near future. We have it planned, we so do. It... just needs to be put into words.
THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH US, GAIZ! The next number is... 69.