Jin Iconses and drabbleage.

[momebie]

Yes. Because everything else I had planned for today required thought, and honestly? Buggre that.

And thank you to everyone who left me words of love to the last post. It's been an interesting day. And especially thank you to marilla82 for taking me out of the house when I needed it.



OMG. Yesterday I watched 13 episodes of Samurai Champloo. And yeah, I love Jin even more after seeing episode 11. And I couldn't find legit caps of the scene I wanted anywhere so I opened it in YouTube to load with my winamp still on and holy shit. The chorus of The Tide by The Spill Canvas psynched up perfectly with him getting beaten and Shino going to see her customer and it worked sooo well. If only knew how to make vids. Hehe.

Kind of want to post these to communities, but I AM NOT graphically minded so I'm kind of afeared to. Bugger that, got over it. I made them for my own amusement, especially the crack Mugen/Jin ones, but feel free to use them if you like. No need to credit the ones with no text. Those can be used as bases.


















#23: If only I'd found the right words from the Snow Patrol song If Only I'd Thought of the Right Words.
#24 - 26 have no excuses. They're just crack for my own amusement.
#27: Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard from the Spill Canvas song The Tide.
#28: If I was not so scared of being broken from the Jars of Clay song Frail.
#29: And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends from the Spill Canvas song The Tide.






And now, a Jin/Shino drabble written at B&N while listening to marilla82 'ooh' and 'aah' over Godchild. *evil laugh*

I really am discombobulated today. I wrote boy parts...next to girl parts. Who AM I what have I done with KL!? Hehe. There is really no excuse for the dreamy nonsensicalness and 'tell not show' of this, except that thinking too hard makes me want to cry, and fall over.



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He was an addict. Jin, whose life had been based on restraint and control, was now being held by the grip of addiction. It felt like addiction at least, as he slid his fingers down Shino’s soft, pale arms and watched her painted lips part slightly as she sighed. It was more potent than a hit of opium and he couldn’t control himself any longer. This high was all encompassing.

Jin leaned forward and buried his face in her hair as he let his hands travel her body. They knew every place that she needed to be touched, as if he’d been with her for a life time and not just the last four days. He slid into her finally and her arms moved up his body and wrapped themselves around his neck. She pulled him closer to her and the feeling of her beneath him, as she held onto him so tightly that they might meld together, served only to send him higher.

This was not romance or chivalry, not the things he’d studied at the dojo or yearned for as an adolescent. This was love of another sort. This was addiction and the emptiness of despair. Money had changed hands for this. Even still, it was an emotion more real than anything either of them had felt in a great while. Maybe ever.

He could make her come, which never happened with her other customers. She could trust him. And when she did come and he followed soon after, they muffled their cries in each other’s necks and lay wrapped up in each other until their bodies had cooled and their sweat had dried.

The high was over then, and they had to come down. They had to think again. Thinking was pain enough to drive her back into his arms, even from a position halfway across the room, and to cause him to mold fluidly around her. They did meld then, a bitter-sweet amalgam, and for those transient moments there was nothing that could tear them apart.

When she talked it was of everything that was unimportant. He gave that to her, watched her hands fly in the air above them while they lay on the mat. He gave that to her because she didn’t have anyone else to listen, and even small freedoms were better than none, were they not? But she disagreed, because as she dressed and allowed him to speak she denied the validity of his plans to free her and begged him to please, just don’t.

He couldn’t ever stand it when it came to that, couldn’t stand that she might be in pain because of him, that he might have caused her burden to become heavier. And so he was always across the small room in an instant and behind her. Solid arms wrapped around her chest and the hardness of his cock pushed against the small of her back and she gave in. He never moved as she reached up to pull her robes back down. When her shoulders were exposed he always kissed them softly to remind her that it was him and he was there for her. He paid for the extension willingly, because no matter what his actual feelings for her were, in the end, most importantly, he was an addict.

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I was standing on the curb earlier in the Barnes & Noble parking lot telling marilla82 about my crazy love for Wolfwood when...I fell over. I wasn't even MOVING. It's like someone came from behind and knocked me off the curb. So anyway, I ended up on my knees, and then sat in the parking lot and laughed for about 15 minutes because I guessed that being on my knees meant Wolfwood and I had something in common however you want to take that. She has a pic of the knee massacre in her LJ if you're that curious.

Then again, I guess if I'm still falling over for no reason I'm not really all that different than usual after all.

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