just when you thought I couldn't get any more random...
I tried to write w-inds. fic for shinigamitabris-sempai, but I failed because RPS really weirds me out. The moment I tried to write a sentence my skin started to crawl. Odd.
So I made icons instead! :DDDD
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All from scans by shinigamitabris
I thought they came out pretty well! But maybe I'm delusional . . .
Seriously though, if anyone wants to use them, go ahead! Unfortunately, I'm not confident enough to post them in an icon comm XD, but I thought I shouldn't let my work go to waste. 8D
In the world of ficcage . . .
What I should write: Inui/Yanagi for quinesale
What I tried to write: w-inds. fic
What I ended up writing: Ishida/Orihime.
Sometimes, I wonder at myself.
So here's the start of what could turn into an extended oneshot, or it could turn into absolutely nothing. Fandom is Bleach, pairing is Ishida/Orihime (one-sided oh noes), cuz I think they'd make a sugary-squishy-cute couple. Rating is . . . I guess PG. It's er, unfinished, so forgive the abrupt cutting off. Just wanted to see what people think. :E
At first it had been revenge, cold and crisp and distinct, as clear as the memory of Sensei breathing his last breath. Proving his own power was merely an excuse, a mask for the smarting grief and outrage toward those who had failed in their duties; the shinigami, yes, but also himself.
He’d gotten over that childish conviction as well as he could, as the need to protect began to outweigh the need to destroy. He was but one human after all, and a human, no matter how vast their spirit power, no matter how deep their lineage, did not go avenging a wrong without even the proper training to call himself a true warrior.
As a result, he was no longer such a walking shadow, blending into the background with an always-furrowed brow, and now occasionally even let a smile show through. He had people he considered companions; perhaps not friends, but people who shared in his goals and reflected his abilities with their own unique talents. Truthfully, he had nothing but skill, intelligence, and memories before they came along, and over time, he began to realize that he would do just about anything in order to protect them.
And perhaps it was simply a man’s deepest instinct to protect the fairer sex; for just as Ichigo seemed willing to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of Rukia - a female shinigami that he truthfully knew very little about, when it came down to it -, Ishida had suddenly developed the need to protect Inoue no matter the cost.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, and would certainly never say so in front of her, Inoue Orihime needed protection. She was smart, she was strong, but she was hasty, naive, and there were times when it seemed that she lived in her own little world, courtesy of her impressive imagination. It was no small wonder that she’d managed to survive this far without any proper guardian, though Ishida supposed he had her friend Tatsuki to thank for a lot of that. That wasn’t to say that Inoue wasn’t capable of taking care of herself. She was - she just had strange ideas on the nature of “care” sometimes.
Their small group of would-be heroes had entered Soul Society with corresponding needs to defend, to prove their strength, and most importantly, to protect. Ishida had no particular feelings for Kuchiki Rukia, but he found Ichigo’s conviction on the matter contagious, and understood that he wouldn’t be able to grow stronger with the ache of defeat hanging over his head. Ishida didn’t want revenge on the shinigami this time, though; he wanted to prove, mostly to himself, that he wasn’t the type to sit back in shame, defeated, while everyone else grew stronger and passed him by.
So he’d agreed to accompany the others, for his strength, for his pride, and also, possibly, for the slowly growing desire to see Inoue through danger and lead her to safety.
Of course, he had a feeling from the moment he was hoisted up onto Sado’s shoulder and carried through the Senkaimon like a damsel in distress, that things weren’t quite going to happen the way he wanted them to. Not to mention that it was Inoue herself who had saved them all from impending doom. There’s irony for you.
It was a losing battle from the start. Try as he might to upstage him, Ichigo was what protagonists were made of through and through. Even a flashy get-up, complete with snazzy cape, and the spiritual radiance of his bow that was the very essence of his pride, couldn’t compete with a nice, long, thick sword. Never mind the fact that Ichigo seemed to be growing stronger by the hour. And as Ichigo got stronger, so did Inoue’s feelings for him.
Ishida might not have been the most perceptive of his species (going through most of his life with only a grandfather to call a “friend” had a way of tuning out the rest of the human world), but even he could see what was blatantly obvious. Inoue admired Ichigo; that was fair enough, even Ishida had to reluctantly admit to a minor (very minor, mind you) amount of admiration for the guy. But Inoue’s admiration turned into a devotion that made the poor girl worry about the careless moron 24/7, and Ishida didn’t need a degree in psychology to see where that was going. Inoue was, quite simply, infatuated. The only question on Ishida’s mind was whether or not she understood her own feelings, since Inoue could be a tad . . . thick-headed about certain things.
Even if Ishida did think he was “in love” with the girl (which was preposterous, really; he didn’t need any such attachments), he certainly wasn’t about to do anything drastic like “win her over.” The last thing he needed, as a Quincy and as a protector, was a romantic interest. Thus, Ishida resolved himself to simply do what he was: protect Inoue, from her own carelessness and more importantly, from whatever enemies would undoubtedly be heading their way.
He’d clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into. Not that any of them really had, to be fair, not even their would-be guide Yoruichi. At first, he thought it was some fate that had kept Inoue by his side through their rough tumble into Seireitei.
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. . . random, I know. ¬.¬ So whaddya think?!?
So I made icons instead! :DDDD
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☆
☆
☆
All from scans by shinigamitabris
I thought they came out pretty well! But maybe I'm delusional . . .
Seriously though, if anyone wants to use them, go ahead! Unfortunately, I'm not confident enough to post them in an icon comm XD, but I thought I shouldn't let my work go to waste. 8D
In the world of ficcage . . .
What I should write: Inui/Yanagi for quinesale
What I tried to write: w-inds. fic
What I ended up writing: Ishida/Orihime.
Sometimes, I wonder at myself.
So here's the start of what could turn into an extended oneshot, or it could turn into absolutely nothing. Fandom is Bleach, pairing is Ishida/Orihime (one-sided oh noes), cuz I think they'd make a sugary-squishy-cute couple. Rating is . . . I guess PG. It's er, unfinished, so forgive the abrupt cutting off. Just wanted to see what people think. :E
At first it had been revenge, cold and crisp and distinct, as clear as the memory of Sensei breathing his last breath. Proving his own power was merely an excuse, a mask for the smarting grief and outrage toward those who had failed in their duties; the shinigami, yes, but also himself.
He’d gotten over that childish conviction as well as he could, as the need to protect began to outweigh the need to destroy. He was but one human after all, and a human, no matter how vast their spirit power, no matter how deep their lineage, did not go avenging a wrong without even the proper training to call himself a true warrior.
As a result, he was no longer such a walking shadow, blending into the background with an always-furrowed brow, and now occasionally even let a smile show through. He had people he considered companions; perhaps not friends, but people who shared in his goals and reflected his abilities with their own unique talents. Truthfully, he had nothing but skill, intelligence, and memories before they came along, and over time, he began to realize that he would do just about anything in order to protect them.
And perhaps it was simply a man’s deepest instinct to protect the fairer sex; for just as Ichigo seemed willing to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of Rukia - a female shinigami that he truthfully knew very little about, when it came down to it -, Ishida had suddenly developed the need to protect Inoue no matter the cost.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, and would certainly never say so in front of her, Inoue Orihime needed protection. She was smart, she was strong, but she was hasty, naive, and there were times when it seemed that she lived in her own little world, courtesy of her impressive imagination. It was no small wonder that she’d managed to survive this far without any proper guardian, though Ishida supposed he had her friend Tatsuki to thank for a lot of that. That wasn’t to say that Inoue wasn’t capable of taking care of herself. She was - she just had strange ideas on the nature of “care” sometimes.
Their small group of would-be heroes had entered Soul Society with corresponding needs to defend, to prove their strength, and most importantly, to protect. Ishida had no particular feelings for Kuchiki Rukia, but he found Ichigo’s conviction on the matter contagious, and understood that he wouldn’t be able to grow stronger with the ache of defeat hanging over his head. Ishida didn’t want revenge on the shinigami this time, though; he wanted to prove, mostly to himself, that he wasn’t the type to sit back in shame, defeated, while everyone else grew stronger and passed him by.
So he’d agreed to accompany the others, for his strength, for his pride, and also, possibly, for the slowly growing desire to see Inoue through danger and lead her to safety.
Of course, he had a feeling from the moment he was hoisted up onto Sado’s shoulder and carried through the Senkaimon like a damsel in distress, that things weren’t quite going to happen the way he wanted them to. Not to mention that it was Inoue herself who had saved them all from impending doom. There’s irony for you.
It was a losing battle from the start. Try as he might to upstage him, Ichigo was what protagonists were made of through and through. Even a flashy get-up, complete with snazzy cape, and the spiritual radiance of his bow that was the very essence of his pride, couldn’t compete with a nice, long, thick sword. Never mind the fact that Ichigo seemed to be growing stronger by the hour. And as Ichigo got stronger, so did Inoue’s feelings for him.
Ishida might not have been the most perceptive of his species (going through most of his life with only a grandfather to call a “friend” had a way of tuning out the rest of the human world), but even he could see what was blatantly obvious. Inoue admired Ichigo; that was fair enough, even Ishida had to reluctantly admit to a minor (very minor, mind you) amount of admiration for the guy. But Inoue’s admiration turned into a devotion that made the poor girl worry about the careless moron 24/7, and Ishida didn’t need a degree in psychology to see where that was going. Inoue was, quite simply, infatuated. The only question on Ishida’s mind was whether or not she understood her own feelings, since Inoue could be a tad . . . thick-headed about certain things.
Even if Ishida did think he was “in love” with the girl (which was preposterous, really; he didn’t need any such attachments), he certainly wasn’t about to do anything drastic like “win her over.” The last thing he needed, as a Quincy and as a protector, was a romantic interest. Thus, Ishida resolved himself to simply do what he was: protect Inoue, from her own carelessness and more importantly, from whatever enemies would undoubtedly be heading their way.
He’d clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into. Not that any of them really had, to be fair, not even their would-be guide Yoruichi. At first, he thought it was some fate that had kept Inoue by his side through their rough tumble into Seireitei.
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. . . random, I know. ¬.¬ So whaddya think?!?