The Dreamshade Garden

Shawn Character Sheet

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 18:17:29 GMT

A somewhat futile attempt at coloring without my lightpen:

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 20:29:41 GMT

Bleach macros

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 18:18:41 GMT

Stuffs I made for capslock_bleach.

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IchiRuki Fanfic

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 16:10:36 GMT

Title: Thoughts About Heaven (blatantly stolen from episode 109)
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and language.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Inspiration: "Lights Out" prompt for bleach_het August drabble meme (though this is way too long to be classified as a drabble T_T).
Word Count: 1606
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite, in addition to owning Bleach and all its characters, also owns my soul.

The lights were out, and he was glad. If the sliding door of his closet were to suddenly burst open, only forewarned by the soft beeping of Rukia's soul pager, Ichigo was fairly certain he would still have enough time to readjust himself before her eyes could search out what he was doing in the dark.

The mere thought of Rukia discovering him in that compromising position made his cheeks flush violently as tiny trickles of moonlight danced across his burning skin. He shut his eyes and imagined he could feel the light tickling across his face, his throat, his chest that was bare to the sweetness of the enveloping dark. The room was pitch black save for a few rays of moonlight that traced along him like cool, silken skin. The same way her fingertips would feel as they brushed against him, the slight graze of her lips as she slid down from his mouth toward his chest, trailing soft bright kisses all along his abdomen and the line of his hips until her tongue gently caressed the center of his heat...

Ichigo felt himself go even more rigid (which, until that point, he hadn't been sure was possible), and had to force his hand not to move too quickly. If he stroked any faster, even the teeth he had set against his lower lip wouldn't be able to keep him from making some telltale noise, or worse: gasping her name, something he had come frighteningly close to doing. He forced his breathing to be slow and even, in line with the delicious, painfully slow pumping motion he was resigning himself to. It was agony not to indulge any further, but no worse than the nagging reminder that she was right there in his room, and if he wasn't so chickenshit, he would just go open the closet and climb on top of that futon with her. He temporarily lost control of his hand as he imagined Rukia's deep violet eyes beneath his, the scent of her throat as he would brush away her silken hair to better taste her skin, the feel of her thighs lifting and opening for him--

He had to stop all movement as he felt a moan building in the back of his throat. Ichigo's erection throbbed urgently against his motionless hand while he fought back the needful cry welling inside him. His breathing was also harsher than it should have been, so he focused on controlling that. A single bead of sweat trickled down the side of his forehead onto the pillow beneath him, and he tried desperately not to imagine a fingernail tracing the same line.

For the millionth time, he wished she had picked somewhere other than his room to stay. She should either stop being so damn confusing so they could actually be together in more than his fantasies, or at least get the hell out and leave a boy to jack off in peace. Every time he had thought about talking to her regarding what he felt, she had coincidentally done something to piss him off, and one or the other of them would stomp off in a rage. Goddamn girls and their fucking temperamental nature.

Ichigo refused to admit that it was always on those days when they had fought that she stayed foremost in his mind, teasing him, taunting him, driving him half crazy with anger and desire and god-knows-what-else. And it was those nights, when the lights went out, that he would remember her standing well below his height, yet still managing to somehow look down at him, that scolding, know-it-all look on her face, and he would have no choice but to relieve himself in the manner he was currently employing or spend an agonizing night of torture. Most of the time, he waited until well after the lights were out, and then gave in.

He could see that same look on her face right now, in his mind. Ichigo let his hand slowly start the familiar motion again as he pictured Rukia riding him, straddling his hips, that same dominating look in her eyes. She would lean in low to kiss him, her scent wafting over his senses like a command. Her fingernails would rake against his skin while her hips rocked him to heaven and their kiss would end up with his lower lip being nipped by her teeth. As he would move his hands toward her small hips to help bob her light form faster and faster against him, she would nod permission to him between her own gasps of pleasure. Even with her head tossed back, her deep, wet heat contracting against him in endless spasms, her entire presence would radiate that one sentiment to him: "You belong to me." After all, wasn't part of her very soul inside his own?

It wasn't that he wanted to be owned, far from it. It was that it was a continuous struggle with her for dominance, in his mind. Sometimes she won, and sometimes he did, and either way was bliss. He loved the idea of her holding him down as much as he loved the idea of shoving her against a wall and taking her roughly while still standing. Rukia was wonderful, whether she was giving the commands or taking them with that defiant look that told him she had acquiesced to his desires for the moment only. At least, she was in his mind.

Imagining that look in her eyes, locked onto his as her mouth slowly sank down to swallow his need whole, nearly sent Ichigo over the edge. He tried to divert his mind but couldn't, and to stop stroking his cock now was something his body simply wouldn't allow, regardless of the signals his brain was sending. The most he could do was slow it down, hot precum trickling down his shaft as he fought off a whimper. The delicious, taunting image was still before his eyes as he opened them to the sweet blanket of darkness covering the room. He imagined her deliberate sucking motions, and his hand tried to imitate the pace at which she would go. She'd start off slow, often coming up to run her tongue around the rim of his head, or to graze the tip of his cock with a maddening, seductive kiss. As she became more serious she'd start moving faster, her head bobbing up and down in rhythm with her needful sucking, his fingers hopelessly entangled in her hair. Every now and then she would suddenly and without warning take all of him into her, so that he could feel himself brushing the back of her throat. She would work him over until he was ready to pop-- and then, knowing Rukia, she would stop and expect reciprocation before she would finish the job.

It was the thought of finally getting to taste the moist, pink skin he hungered so for that finally did him in. He lost it as he imagined himself completely enveloped in her scent, his head nestled securely between her thighs, her wetness coating his tongue and lips and chin, her fingernails tightening against his scalp as his tongue cradled her softest, most delicious spots. Shuddering waves of pleasure cascaded throughout his body as he came, the last tattered remnants of his self-control doing everything they could to keep him from gasping against the intense shocks of the orgasm. Though he managed to stay mostly silent, he couldn't stop himself from mouthing her name into the darkness, his lips betraying him as the palpable shadows kissed in all around.

After what felt like an eternity compressed into a single moment, he lay still, hot stickiness coating his stomach and right hand. He did what he could to clean himself off against the sheets; he'd just have to remember to wash them in the morning. Slowly he slipped back into the pajama pants he had stealthily kicked off earlier, rolling onto his side to face the impenetrable curtain of velvety dark that separated him from his closet. An overwhelming desire to break through that curtain filled him, as he let himself envision opening the closet and lying down beside her, if only to hold her in his arms and feel the deceptive but nonetheless reassuring beat of her gigai's heart. In the tranquility of the night, he was fairly certain she would let him curl up next to her, maybe even wrap an arm protectively across her stomach. The overwhelmingly tempting image nearly caused his feet to hit the floor, but pride and the mortifying thought of waking up with her demanding an explanation as to why he had come crawling into her bed like a child in need of a nightlight kept his legs still.

Frustrated, he flopped onto his other side, his back to that damned closet. Ichigo resolved that tomorrow he would tell her to get out, to go find somewhere else to sleep that wasn't going to drive him insane instead of letting him rest the few precious hours she allotted him. As he felt his conciousness drifting into the darkness, however, he knew it would do no good even if he told her. They would continue their tumultuous partnership, and she would continue to sleep in his closet, taunting him even in her silence. It was a delicious kind of torture that he knew he would never voluntarily abandon. All he could hope was that one night he would work up the courage to go to her when the lights went out.

X-posted to bleach_het, kurosaki_clinic, ichi_ruki

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 22:17:45 GMT

lalala

Fri, 19 May 2006 17:24:47 GMT

More info at DA.

Mon, 15 May 2006 04:58:47 GMT

Just a cute thought I had running through my head, trying to get used to my tablet again.

ZOMG update

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 16:48:28 GMT

Forgot to bring compy paper to class, so done on lined. Boooooo. Doodled while discussing "Native Son," probably the inspiration of the lines in the corner. Just Soria being badass.

Tried to make Jade look more Asian... since she's, y'know, half-Japanese. Dunno, I kinda like how she turned out.

Aedelos WIP

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 03:59:14 GMT

This is what happens when my laptop goes "DRAW ME!" I depend on Delly so much, I fear angering him.

Anyway, I know he still looks funny, in the lips and nose area especially. Going to fix those, finish out the eyes, and the hair. I'm pretty happy with the skintones so far, though.

Yes... this was AJ's character. If it looks like him, that's why. >_<

Time so far: 1 hr 14 minutes

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 07:42:30 GMT

Obviously unfinished, but this was what I started for the prompt "Triangle". There were soooo many triangles to choose from (love, soul families, past/present/future) that it was actually hard to pick, but the Lights won out. Aurora is she who is most fully finished, even if I didn't really give her hands or finish her dress. Korin at least has a face and shoulders, while poor Jinniyah just kinda feels left out. Julie continuously giggles that it looks like Aurora is marrying K and J. *insert facepalm here* Sorry about the shadow... that's what happens when your sketchbook is as bent out of true as mine is.

Started as a doodle that kind of got out of hand (as you can tell by the fact that it ran into the top of my sketch pad. Whoops. Anyway, I was quite happy, as I think this is the first time I have ever managed to actually draw Minerva. If I'm going to use this for the Fanart 100, it's going to have to take up one of my "artist's choice" blocks, because that's pretty much all it is-- Minerva.

This was originally part of a *much* bigger picture, following the prompt "Too much." As it's Vayan, this is too much killing/violence/war/beingsoulrapedbyagod. What really pisses me off is that I had worked on this a whole lot more, actually gave Strife (the sword) *details* and had worked more on shading and it didn't look so sketchy-- but then I forgot to save and Automatic Updates decided restarting my computer would be fun. Le sigh.

I have a couple more in the works (and J's done some!!!) but they're not even at the semi-almost-sorta-complete stages that these are. Might update again within the next couple days.

Sat, 10 Dec 2005 16:04:34 GMT

*yawn, stretch* I didn't feel like doing the rest of her. >_<

The next time I decide to give my character monochromatic hair, it is everybody's duty to beat the living shit out of me.

Photo ref used *extensively*.

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 16:42:30 GMT

I really, really like Soria in this. But then I look at Korin and I burst out laughing. Apparently I'm not good at conveying "dead." So if I do anything more with this, there will be much much work done to him. -_- Also, there's a background, but it was too light for my scanner to pick up. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand yeah.

Sun, 18 Sep 2005 19:16:58 GMT

Korin: "I TOLD you my sword was bigger than I am."

Soria: "My face is fucked up whee!!!!!!!!!"

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 05:51:52 GMT

J, you've already seen this, only made a couple minor changes. . . I really can't decide whether I want to move forward with this one or give it one more shot (as this is like the fourth rendition of this picture). Mrrr.

What I want is you

Sun, 04 Sep 2005 03:50:19 GMT

Not a doodle, so no cut:

Done with it. Yays.

Did you know that when it snows my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 03:57:00 GMT

Initial sketch of darkandbright's character, Mare. Bwahahaha.

le gasp

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 02:22:10 GMT

Aaaaaaaaand school has started, hence:

Sorry it's on lined paper, didn't realize that the impulse was gonna hit me. Anyway, this is Van in the alternate universe from DSR, as a bounty-hunter-ish-thing. She's a ho. Uh, yeah.

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 15:56:03 GMT

Someone who I used to be
Just walked right in front of me.

She didn't run, or stop in place
Even though she had my face.

She simply smiled, and turned her head
And walked her merry way instead.

I watched her back, her long brown hair
And wondered how I'd gotten there.

Or maybe it is here that's new
Can't remember which is true.

I think I loved her, though I'm not sure
If she or I would be preferred.

I closed my eyes, drew one last breath
And continued the journey toward my death.

To Catch a Falling Star

Tue, 03 May 2005 03:31:35 GMT

Feeling down. Dun ask about the hand and it's lack of body, I don't know.

I find I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind...

Fri, 22 Apr 2005 04:25:57 GMT

Soria all dressed up in a (slutty) priestess outfit. I really like this one... I may ink and color it. Someday. >_>;

Playing with my angel and demon wings, slapped one of each on Soria. Wish there was something more mystical to it than that, but not really. ^^; Ok... it, uh... shows her conflicted nature. o_O;

I've had "collide" by howie day stuck in my head for like ever... and I'm convinced it needs to play during their dance scene cause OMG @_@. I tried drawing them in commoner's clothes, since they're being all sneaky. And it's Young!Soria, hence the hair. ^_^;

There's someone who understands you more than I do... a sadness I can't erase

Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:50:45 GMT

Started out as a hand study, I added hair, and Soria blushing, so.... who the hell knows. o_O My guess is Helios is tormenting her. Again.

Was trying to play around with new angles, and this is sort of Ara crouching. It sucks cause I'm still learning how to play with perspective. T______T

You and me and the devil makes three...

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 03:50:02 GMT

Yes, Kari as a pirate. I had a dream that darkandbright drew this, and now she's going to. XD This is just to get the general idea conveyed to her so she can draw it and I can have a "self-fulfilling prophecy dream". *bouncebouncebounce*

And I wished for things that I don't need...

Tue, 05 Apr 2005 14:57:33 GMT

Queen of the Blasted Lands AKA Elyse in a rare pic where you can see her face. Normally it's overshadowed, but it's harder to draw that on a single-layer b+w doodle. >_< Sooo... yeah.

Here I am in this lonely place without you

Tue, 05 Apr 2005 03:02:06 GMT

Mercury, sneaking up on one of his far-too-uptight sisters, and no doubt wishing I could draw hands. >_<;

Jinniyah, Light of Justice (yes, he's blind, hahahaha) and his soulmate Medea, avatar to the goddess Hecate. Why? Cause I've never drawn them together before and they're cute. In that "He's-very-grumpy-and-she's-very-evil" sort of way. ^_^;

"Trust me..."

Mon, 04 Apr 2005 00:03:18 GMT

Oh yeah. Matreiya wasn't always a good guy, especially when she was posessing Sam. Eh. Heh. Lyrics from "Sober" by Tool.