Fan Art of Fan Fic
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lydamorehouseI gotta know: how bad off am I when I start drawing fan art of my own fan fic?
And, here's the moment (totally safe for work):
Byakuya seemed irritated at having to make room for Renji in his morning bathroom rituals, but Renji enjoyed not having to bump into more than one person in a shared space. But after the third snippy “excuse me” from the captain, Renji got the hint and went out in search of a servant to rustle up tea and breakfast.
When he opened the suite’s main door, however, Renji found a distinguished-looking, gray-haired gentleman raising his hand as though ready to knock. At first, Renji feared it was some new Kuchiki relative, but one look at the man’s simple black kimono revealed him to be a servant of some kind--though he did seem to be wearing the Kuchiki crest on an armband.
“Can I help you?” Renji asked as politely as he knew how.
“I have a message for the young lord, are you his manservant?” The man sniffed with obvious disapproval.
Renji was still dressed for bed. His flowered robe had ratty edges and he hadn’t even undone his braid, which meant quite a few tattoos were visible. “I’m his lieutenant.”
“Close enough,” the man decided. “The Lady Masami Kuchiki expects her nephew in attendance at breakfast in her suites this morning.”
Renji shook his head and let out a rueful laugh. “Tell her ladyship, ‘nice try.’ Listen up, pal, the clan’s head, Lord Byakuya Kuchiki, attends no one. If she wants to share a meal with him, she’ll have to await his invitation, got it?”
To the man’s shocked, open mouth, Renji shut the door firmly.
But, with a quick thought, he opened it up again, “Oh, and hey,” Renji said to the servant’s still stunned and gaping face, “Have someone bring up breakfast and a tea service for Lord Kuchiki, would you? And make it snappy.” When the man just stood there sputtering, Renji deepened his frown. “Oi, exactly whose crest do you think you’re wearing? Hop to it!”
Startled by Renji’s tone, the servant blinked rapidly and then bowed deeply, “Right away, sir!”
“You have a startling set, Renji Abarai,” Byakuya said dryly from where he leaned against the archway.
“Well,” Renji said, “You would know.”
Byakuya smiled lightly. “Yes, I believe I would.”
And, here's the moment (totally safe for work):
Byakuya seemed irritated at having to make room for Renji in his morning bathroom rituals, but Renji enjoyed not having to bump into more than one person in a shared space. But after the third snippy “excuse me” from the captain, Renji got the hint and went out in search of a servant to rustle up tea and breakfast.
When he opened the suite’s main door, however, Renji found a distinguished-looking, gray-haired gentleman raising his hand as though ready to knock. At first, Renji feared it was some new Kuchiki relative, but one look at the man’s simple black kimono revealed him to be a servant of some kind--though he did seem to be wearing the Kuchiki crest on an armband.
“Can I help you?” Renji asked as politely as he knew how.
“I have a message for the young lord, are you his manservant?” The man sniffed with obvious disapproval.
Renji was still dressed for bed. His flowered robe had ratty edges and he hadn’t even undone his braid, which meant quite a few tattoos were visible. “I’m his lieutenant.”
“Close enough,” the man decided. “The Lady Masami Kuchiki expects her nephew in attendance at breakfast in her suites this morning.”
Renji shook his head and let out a rueful laugh. “Tell her ladyship, ‘nice try.’ Listen up, pal, the clan’s head, Lord Byakuya Kuchiki, attends no one. If she wants to share a meal with him, she’ll have to await his invitation, got it?”
To the man’s shocked, open mouth, Renji shut the door firmly.
But, with a quick thought, he opened it up again, “Oh, and hey,” Renji said to the servant’s still stunned and gaping face, “Have someone bring up breakfast and a tea service for Lord Kuchiki, would you? And make it snappy.” When the man just stood there sputtering, Renji deepened his frown. “Oi, exactly whose crest do you think you’re wearing? Hop to it!”
Startled by Renji’s tone, the servant blinked rapidly and then bowed deeply, “Right away, sir!”
“You have a startling set, Renji Abarai,” Byakuya said dryly from where he leaned against the archway.
“Well,” Renji said, “You would know.”
Byakuya smiled lightly. “Yes, I believe I would.”
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:12 am (UTC)That huge image stretched my whole FList into near unreadability.
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:24 am (UTC)Again, my deepest apologies.