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iz-star · 2 years

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For the character meme: Rangiku for 7 and 18 :D

Character ask meme!

Oh my, you shouldn't have asked for Rangiku because, honestly I could talk for hours about her!! I'll try my best to not ramble about her too much and not to make this an essay ahaha.

What do you like most about this character?

This is a simple yet interesting question when it's about her, because as I mentioned in a previous post, Rangiku wasn't a character to whom I felt a special connection at first, and it was actually something totally opposite: I repelled her a lot due to several reasons though, for this you have to take into account that I was really young and I watched Bleach in a moment were computers were dinosaurs and you could download anime eps only using those suspect softwares that also downloaded a lot of virus and you could get a movie about other... uh, spicy stuff instead of the anime ep you were looking for! So I watched Bleach several years ago and I wasn't into anime that much and the fanservice that Rangiku represented was big for me and I felt I couldn't look at her without feeling uncomfortable ahaha.

I would talk about other reasons as to why I didn't like her at first but this is about what I like about her the most so it's just not time for that. I'm just so happy that a character that I used to despise became this important and inspiring to me and here's why:

Everytime I see this panel going around, I notice that people always tend to focus on Gin's dialogue "The day we met is your birthday" but here I'd like to focus on Rangiku's part: "I never really counted days until I met you". This, as subtle as it is, give us an insigth of how was Rangiku's life before she met Gin: her life, according to her, wasn't good enough to even care about counting days.

And since life in Rukongai isn't easy it isn't difficult to get why; the first time Gin found her she was dying from hunger, not only because of her spiritual pressure but because she lived on her own and to afford oneself food when everything that surrounds you it's poverty and crime, it's to be expected that before she met Gin she wasn't living, she was surviving.

Now, we also know that some of Aizen's men followed her and stole her powers and even though we don't know the details —she was probably beaten up as far as we now—, to that, you have to add that until now, her only support system, the person that helped her to feel the need to count days, the person that represented hope for her; her only friend in the world; Gin, left her behind.

We also don't know how this happened. We get the idea it was gradually since there's a flashback where Rangiku wakes up alone and with a sad face knowing Gin had left her, make us understand this wasn't the first time. After that, we have to give a high jump until the end of the war against Aizen and to remember her words, thanking Gin for not leaving her any memory she could hold onto, because if Gin had done that she admits she wouldn't have been able to move on. So, as long as what canon tells us, Gin and Rangiku's backstory is purely based in their childhood.

So, how, a little girl like her that was always alone ended up being this self-confident woman and strong lieutenant?

There.

This is what I love about her. We simply don't know how she was able to live on her own and to become the person who she is, but she did it. She didn't allow her past to follow her enough to ruin her life (and all of this happened in her childhood, a stage of life that it's extremly important and shapes your way of interacting with the world and protect yourself from it).

She still has some coping mechanism tho —like sleeping too much or drinking, as we saw she did when Gin was causing some troubles and made her feel stressed— but that's fine because she doesn't allow those coping mechanisms to destroy her life.

She's beautiful and she knows it, she knows how to enjoy life and help others to enjoy it. She's also chameleon in the sense that she always knows how to help those around her which isn't the same in most cases: We have her smiling to Kira and getting drunk with him to help him to alleviate his uneasiness and then both can curse Gin together, we also have her tickling Orihime to make her laugh and not allow herself to get carried away by the strenght of her negative feelings, we also have her being serious but understanding and giving Momo a few comforting words and risking her position in order to give her the letter Aizen left her (something which we didn't expect would end up making things worse but in the moment it was an instant comfort to Momo). We also have her standing on Toshiro's behalf when a shopkeeper was being rude to him and next moment she was yelling at him and ordering him to be a man.

The way she comforts and helps others isn't the same because Rangiku knows the best way to help others according to what she knows about them. She ends up giving a lot from herself to others and she's simply the kind of person that makes things to feel normal when everything is out of place.

She can be bubbly and reassuring and the next moment she can be ready for battle in a wink of an eye. She's confident, strong in despite of the fact that a huge part of her soul was taken from her; she's a respected lieutenant and despite the way she looks, she's not someone who judges others based on their looks so she isn't shallow neither.

She's become this wonderful woman and she's done all of that by herself. We know someone along her way shoul've helped her, (like maybe Isshin? for example) but we just don't know how it happened or who was it, we simply know she's just trying to live her best afterlife despite all the things she's went through and as simply as that, for a short answer; her incredible resilience is one of the things I love about her the most.

18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery?

I'll try to be quick with this one since I think I've already extended a lot in the first question ahaha.

To start with, one of the things I relate to her the most is the color palette that I use to draw her haha. I see something with a similar color palette and she's the first thing that comes to my mind. That's something that has also made me to relate her to this kind of scenery:

This one for example includes the kind of yellowish/strawberry color of her hair, the pink of her scarf and the black of her shihakusho. It's actually one of my projects to draw her in a scenary like this and with this color palette.

Another thing I relate to her a lot is her necklace. Everytime I see a necklace I always look for similarities with hers ahaha.

And of course, the songs I relate to her always bring her to my mind, but better leave that for another post.

Thank you so much for asking!! ♥♥♥

#ask meme #rangiku matsumoto #matsumoto rangiku #rays-of-fire-and-ice #I love Rangiku so much that after writing this I feel like sobbing ahaha #I hope that since Tite clarified that the anime will expand some of the events of the last arc we get to see what he had planned initially #or at least we get to see more of her #maybe her training with Toshiro during the few days they had before the second quincy invasion!

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poisonappletales · 5 years

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Hello, may I ask for a reaction or something similar that will turn into a discussion between the male cast (King B, Unknown, Arsenik’s dear lil’ nephew) on feisty females (fem!reader)? Do they prefer them, do they mind them etc etc? Thank you btw for answering my last reaction ask, love your work, the new WEBTOON chapter was fire btw ❤️❤️

Rating: 14+ for sensual themes and men talking like men.

“Well, all right. A discussion among us men.” [He gestures to a table laden with food and drink.] “I’ve brought refreshments. Today, we won’t just be answering this ask but several others.”

“Let’s start off with our first question - what do we think about feisty females?”

“Aren’t those three other asks for Unknown? I’m not sure why we’re required to answer those as well…?”

“Since we’re here, I don’t see why not. Besides, Unknown receives a lot of asks, so we might as well spice up his answer and add our input.”

“Oh? My answers are plenty spicy on their own, but I do not mind. As for what I think? Feisty females are sexy, of course!”

“Ohh, yes. It’s nice to have a wildcat in bed from time to time.”

“But do you prefer them? I believe that’s one of the things Anonymous wanted to know.”

“Well, what about you? You didn’t even answer the question yourself.” [He chuckles.]

“I don’t like them. They’re belligerent and hostile and oftentimes plain rude. I just want us to have a civil conversation, where we’re being honest and respectful. Is that really so much to ask for?”

“Mm…is that what you think of when you imagine a feisty cat? Someone who will insult you and attack you and berate?”

“Of course. That’s the definition of feistiness, isn’t it? It’s when someone is quick to take offense, and they’re typically sharp-tongued. Not my idea of a good courtship.”

“What if it isn’t taken to that extreme level? A woman with fire. Sassy and strong but not necessarily hostile.”

“It just isn’t my type. I’m not fond of the sort of rapid-fire banter where we exchange sarcastic quips and the like for ‘fun.’ It’s nothing short of rude, in my opinion.”

“That’s perfectly all right. We each have our own personal taste…” [He glances at Unknown.] “I think.”

“What’s that look for?”

“Do you have any preferences at all when it comes to women?”

“What about you, kingy?”

“Haha, touché …every women is indeed beautiful in their own way. Except, I’m not interested in under-aged girls. Or those who look over a certain age. I don’t have a grandmother issue.

Someone who’s too catty isn’t exactly a turn-on either. To other people, I mean.”

“You have a bigger checklist than I pegged you for.”

“I do care about what goes on inside a woman’s heart too, you know. If she treats other people poorly, I’m not really going to like her.

Oh, and I’m not into the…receiving pain kind of thing.”

“Or giving it? Kehehe…!”

“Hmm…I don’t mind engaging in a little bit of spanking but nothing too crazy. I don’t want to bruise her pretty skin or anything.”

“I definitely wouldn’t want to receive pain either. Giving pain - I suppose that’s fine. I can’t say I really find it to be a pleasure, but if it makes her happy, I can certainly oblige her.”

“You wouldn’t consider it even a little bit of a turn-on to smack a pretty lady’s ripe apple bottom?”

“Uh -”

“Imagine her moaning every time you smack that -”

[chuckling] “Did I start this subject by mentioning that earlier?” [He moves to take a sip of wine.]

“Hehe, it’s more like, I don’t think Viktor was being honest with himself. Spanking is the least of the S&M scene. I feel he would enjoy that at least.”

“You know, I never said I wouldn’t like spanking -”

“Ahaha! You admitted it!”

[with a raised voice] “I’m just saying - that…I’m not into punching her or slapping her or giving pain in general!”

“Is that what you think S&M is about? Punching and slapping?”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEAN. SPANKING IS DIFFERENT WHEN IT’S LIKE THAT.”

[As Unknown devolves into another bout of laughter, amusement twinkles in King Barium’s emerald eyes.] “We’re just teasing, Viktor. For the most part, anyway. How about we move onto the next ask?”

“Oh, this one’s for me.”

“But since we’re having a discussion panel, we might as well talk about what we think too, Viktor.”

[a bit flatly] “Right.”

“Hahaha! Look at him! He’s still all embarrassed after screaming about spanking and all!”

“You two were talking about that as well!”

“So, my Halloween was…nonexistent. Virgo Island doesn’t have that kind of holiday. On that day, I was probably doing what I usually do - being a king.

Taking care of business and then spending a night with one of my mistresses - Bo-Peep.”

“I played trick-or-treat with my kitten, of course.”

“Which one?”

“Brown eyes are gorgeous.”

[nodding] “They are.”

“I think they’re pretty, too. I’m not all too selective about eye color, really. Well, something like red can be a little alarming. It makes me think of rage and fury - neither of them good associations. I suppose yellow can also remind one of something nauseating, like vomit or bumblebees.”

“Bumblebees! What do you have against bumblebees?”

“Have you ever been stung by one before? Vicious little things! I don’t have any fond memories of them.”

“You know, your hair is yellow.”

“Bzz.”

“It’s different when it’s in your eyes!”

“Sure. Also, is vomit necessarily yellow?”

“Depends on what you ate - or drank. I guess Viktor has experience with yellow bumblebee vomit!”

“What’s the next question?”

“Age regression? Mm…if that’s what you want, then come to Big Daddy!”

“Well, sure? What exactly is it all about?”

“Oh, I don’t really know.”

“You liar. Look at the smirk on your face. You know what it’s about, don’t you?”

“Age regression…it sounds like it has something to do with going back in age? So, becoming a child or something like that?”

“It can also be a fetish.”

“If that’s the case, I can deal with it. Up to a certain point. I don’t want any diapers bring brought out. Pigtails can look sexy if it’s done right, but I mean, I’m still not into prepubescent girls…”

“Uh…what are with these subjects?”

“What was wrong with the other subjects? You’re the one who brought up spanking, you know. We were just talking about feisty females!”

“The king brought that up first!

Anyway, it’s weird but if that’s what she wants? I don’t know! I don’t really know how this works, but I would prefer if the woman I’m with doesn’t become a baby!”

“Do you mean that literally?”

“Okay! Last one for today.”

“Unknown, this came from you.”

“And? You know I like both. ♥”

“Both have their own appeal…but if I had to pick one, it’d be the ‘apple bottom.’”

“Ooh, so you like taking a pretty lady from behind? Like -”

“Do you just whip that picture out every chance you get?”

“Hmm? What do you mean? This is the first time I’ve done it - well, outside my class…kihihi!”

[Viktor’s eyes bulge as his cheeks flare with color.]“I-It’s Miss Ambrosia…!”

“Yes, it is. Do you like the idea of having her from behind, too?”

“W-Wait, you’re doing her in this picture?!”

“No, I think he’s just looming over her…creeping her out, if her expression’s any indication.”

“No, her expression’s saying: ‘Take me hard!’ Gyahaha!”

“I don’t think that’s how excitement looks. This is the face of a woman walking through the woods at night.”

“Is this better?”

“Did this really happen?!”

“It’s labeled as an ‘imaginary sequence’ at the top, Viktor .

You just look really creepy now, Unknown. And she still looks troubled.”

“Hot and bothered, you mean?”

“Viktor, can you answer the question so we can move on?”

“We have another question? I thought this was the last!”

“This came from you. We’re supposed to be answering questions - not asking them. Besides, I don’t really want to end it on this note.”

“Uh…uh…I don’t know…melons?”

“And you know we’re talking about body parts, right? Not actual fruits?”

“I know that! Do you think I’m an idiot or something?”

“Oh, it sounds like this Anonymous is definitely a female.”

“Hi, kitten. ♥”

“The better question is, why does a pretty woman like you seem interested in a man like Unknown?”

“Why wouldn’t she? Oh, and to answer her question on why I love ‘women so much’…well, I am a man. Does that not make sense? Kihihi!”

“Well, if you were to ask me…heh, your answer is pretty good, Unknown.”

“Why, thank you.”

“Women are beautiful.”

“That’s right.”

“Just to keep things moving, how about you list different types of personalities - perhaps, specific attributes or qualities about a woman - and what you like about them? Viktor and I will follow suit.”

“Ooh, I get to be in charge of the ‘list’? All right. Let’s see…”

Intelligent Women

Unknown: They’re a gourmet delicacy. ♥King Barium: I can respect intelligence. If she knows something I don’t, that’s certainly sexy. I wonder just what sort of moves she can teach in the bedroom…Viktor: Uh…truth be told, I’m not overly fond of them. That is, I imagine they like a lot of intelligent discussions and possibly debates, neither of which I care to engage in. I find those to be more tedious than anything. And if you can’t match their wits, I can see them being condescending as well.

The Valley Girl (the stereotype of a materialistic ditz)

Unknown: They’d be delicious to taste.King Barium: They’re cute and fun to be around. I have to admit - one of my favorite mistresses is like this, so I’m not judging. On the plus side, they’re usually talented in dressing up fine and making themselves look good.Viktor: I think it’s fine - just as long as she doesn’t have a temper! If she doesn’t get her way or if she can’t acquire a particular good, I really hope she doesn’t lash out at me. Otherwise, I see nothing wrong with this. She sounds like someone who would be great at livening things up! Right?

Hot-Tempered Women

Unknown: Let’s pour some barbecue sauce on this piping hot chili pepper! Gyahaha!King Barium: Hmm…this is a little similar to the “feisty” woman we discussed earlier, but it depends. It can make for…interesting bedroom shenanigans. But if she starts turning violent, that’s a hard “no.”Viktor: Absolutely not! If I have to worry about stepping on her toe every other word, that’s a hassle. Just seeing her would be a headache. I’d like my day to remain free of angry people, if at all possible - especially if I’m having a bad one. Having a partner like this would not be helpful.

Sweethearts

Unknown: They’re so sweet. Don’t you just want to lick them up?King Barium: I like them. They’re the kind who would make you a meal or surprise you with something thoughtful. It makes you want to spoil them twice as much.Viktor: Oh! Now, I like a sweetheart far more than the feisty kind. What’s not to love about them? I imagine someone deserving of this description to be kind, gentle and loving. Nobody argumentative or belligerent, certainly!

The Dominatrix

Unknown: Let’s take turns dominating. How would you like to be served? ♥ King Barium: Hoo boy…it can be sexy. I don’t mind a woman being on top. Let’s just take it easy when it comes to the whipping.Viktor: NO. Do not step on me. I don’t want to be controlled or bossed around either!

The Submissive

Unknown: Just lie there and let me eat you up…kihihi! King Barium: This list is definitely Unknown’s style. Anyway, I don’t mind. It’s cute and, I’ll admit, empowering if she actually does whatever I command. But I’m a king, so I’m kind of used to being in a position of power. Still, having that much authority in the bedroom…fun. I would just really prefer not to treat her too roughly.Viktor: I don’t see anything wrong with it. Yes, I certainly wouldn’t mind it. I’ll admit, it does sound like it could be sexy…I mean, I’m hoping she’s not too masochistic?

The Obsessive Stalker

Unknown: If you’ve been stalking me, you must know my tastes. ♥King Barium: What is this? This list started out so normally, too. I knew I couldn’t push my luck. Anyway…uh…I prefer not to be stalked. Or obsessed over to the point of said stalking. A little creepy.Viktor: Uh…I don’t think so. Aren’t stalkers the kind of people who typically hurt or kill you if you don’t reciprocate their affections? I rather not die any time soon, so I don’t want to be matched with an obsessive stalker!

Shy Shrinking Violets

Unknown: I’ll make my shy violet pudding jiggle. King Barium: Okay, this sounds more normal. Shy girls are cute - and they usually have more thoughts than they’re letting on. I’ll certainly be gentle with one. The process of having her warm up to me will be fun and rewarding, too.Viktor: I see nothing wrong with this. Just as long as these “shy shrinking violets” aren’t harboring any malicious thoughts or stalker-like intentions. Otherwise, I’ll gladly take the reins of the conversation. I love meeting new people, so I’ll be happy to walk up to her and start chatting!

The Chatterbox

Unknown: Let me taste those lips of yours, darling…King Barium: Hmm…I’ll be honest. If she’s going on for too long, it’s hard not to zone out. But if she’s just talkative and there’s meaning to what she’s saying? I don’t mind. I like getting to know what’s on her mind.Viktor: I don’t really like it, if only because I probably wouldn’t get a word in edgewise. I have a lot to say and I don’t want to overlap her, so it’s preferable if she doesn’t dominate the conversation. However, it isn’t the worst trait to have, compared to other things like the obsessive stalker or the sassy, hot-tempered one!

The Anti-social NERDY NERD NERD

Unknown: Let me nerd out over your sweet flavor…hahaha!King Barium: …Why is Unknown repeating the word like that - “Nerdy Nerd Nerd”? Anyway, it’s fine. I guess this is kind of like a cross between the “Shy Shrinking Violets” and the “Intelligent Women.” Actually, being anti-social doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be shy, right? Either way, quirks can be charming. I’m sure I’ll find her endearing.Viktor: I guess it’s fine? I’m just worried about how she’ll act during social events like feasts and gatherings. Will she cause trouble? I mean, one-on-one, I’m sure it’s all right. That is, assuming that “anti-social” doesn’t mean she’s combative or something of that nature. However, I don’t want her hassling other people or doing something to draw the wrong attention…

The Mean Girl

Unknown: I bet you’d pair well with a mean slice of cake. You know what I mean, honeypie?King Barium: No. I can deal with a lot of things - up to a certain point - but I want a woman who’s beautiful, inside and out.Viktor: Isn’t this similar to the feisty or hot-tempered one? I don’t want someone putting me down, causing trouble or being argumentative!

“Wow, Unknown…are you treating this as if it were a menu?”

“When you enter your harem, is it not a buffet of choices for you, kingy?”

“It’s just the way you phrase things…

Also, Viktor, you sure are choosy.”

“What are you talking about? Perhaps, it’s because you have a broad preference for a great deal of women, but I know what I want.”

“Are you sure? You had a few ‘I guess’s or ‘I think’s like you weren’t 100% convinced.”

“All right, fine. I mean to say that I know what I don’t want!”

“Are you sure? Kyahaha!”

“Anyway, that’s a wrap.

I hope our answers satisfied you all, Anonymous. I know some of you just wanted to hear Unknown’s answer, but hopefully, Viktor and I didn’t bore you too much!

If there’s anything else you want to ask us or someone else, feel free to let us know. Have a Happy New Year.”

“Je t'aime, je t'aime, my kittens!”

“Wait, is this thing being made public?”

“Really, Unknown, really? I even told you I didn’t want to end things on this sort of note. Oh, I see you grinning, you dog.”

#ask

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yumapii · 6 years

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[Character Story] Nito Senri [1/9]

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

{ i mainly wanted to do this because i like the boy but i’m poofed }

- Is telling lies a bad thing? -

[scene: classroom]

Yuma:

… I’d like you two to be closer.

// Hearing those directions from Yumapi who was focused on his sketch pad, Hari and I exchange glances. //

Senri:

I don’t mind getting closer but… Are you sure you want the two of us to act out this scenario?

Touji:

I agree. Will it not be slightly uncomfortable that I’m playing the role of the girl?

Yuma:

I wanted to capture the image of a guy and girl studying in the classroom, where the guy is teaching the girl so this is fine.

Senri:

Well alrighty then shall we get all lovey dovey~?

Come on Hari, won’t you let me see more of your face?

Touji:

Wa-wait a second, Nito-kun!

Senri:

Yeah?

Touji:

Right now I’m not Harimiya Touji but instead, I’ve become Harimiya Touko(1). Which means, even if it’s for studying, won’t this be infringing upon the law against i-i-illicit sexual relationships?

Yuma:

Does such a law exist? Yanagi-senpai would be cuffed instantly.

Senri:

Aww, Touko is really pure~

Touji:

I(2) I(2) mean, I’m being serious!

Yuma:

Oh, that was a good expression on Harimiya’s face. Though it’d be perfect if it were just a little daintier.

Touji:

Don’t ask for the impossible…

Senri:

Ahaha, are you done sketching? Lemme see!

Yuma:

Here.

Senri:

Woah, it’s good! As expected of Yumapi.

Touji:

Oooh! I’ve completely turned into a pretty, blushing girl, haven’t I!

Yuma:

I couldn’t have done it without your cooperation. I was really troubled since the deadline was coming up and I still couldn’t draw it well.

Touji:

We help those in need.(3) And recently, you’ve really been wearing the expression of one in need. I’m just glad I was able to help.

Senri:

Exactly, exactly. In fact, you should have come to us sooner.

Yuma:

...Thank you.

Touji:

Well then, since the matter has been cleanly resolved, I need to go for my lessons.

Senri:

What’s your schedule for today?

Touji:

Swimming, zazen(4), and I’m participating in panel about quantum mechanics.

Senri:

As usual your schedule is packed to the brim. I’m speechless, Harimiya Family.

Yuma:

With that many lessons, you’re sure to be hungry afterwards, right? Here, if you’d like you can have some fukuregashi(5) to bring along.

Touji:

Oh you did mention you were making some last night. Well then, I gratefully accept.

Senri:

Not fair~ Yumapi, what about my share?

Yuma:

There’s still more in my room so I’ll bring you some after dinner.

Senri:

Hooray!

Touji:

Well I must be going now. May you have a meaningful day, both of you.

Senri:

Take care~

(When I’m with Yumapi and Hari, everything is so peaceful~)

[scene change: hallway]

Senri:

Hey, is it okay if I just follow you back to your room and pick up the fukuregashi(5)?

Yuma:

The thing is, I’ll be stopping by somewhere-

Male Student A:

Oh, if it isn’t Nito? Sup!

Senri:

Oh sup! You heading to basketball now?

Male Student B:

Today’s independent training but besides that, let’s hit the court again next time.

Male Student C:

Last time was seriously fun!

Senri:

Sure was, I had a blast too! I’ll definitely come!

Female Student A:

Oh, Senri-chan hel-lo~

Senri:

Senpai, hel-lo~

Female Student B:

We managed to score tickets(6) to your next performance!

Senri:

For real? Thanks for always coming to watch!

Female Student A:

But of course, we’re your number one fans!

Senri:

Ahaha, when I reach the stage where I can have an official fanclub, you two are sure to be members 0 and 1~

Female Students A & B:

Ahh we love you~

Senri:

And I love you too~

Yuma:

…..

Senri:

Ah, sorry Yumapi, our conversation got interrupted.

Yuma:

It’s okay. You’re a popular guy.

Senri:

Aw what are you saying, that’s embarrassing.

Besides rather than being popular, it’s more like I just have a lot of people I get along with.

Yuma:

Is that… not the same as being popular?

Senri: It’s completely different.

Yuma:

Senri:

I guess you’ll come to understand in time. But backtracking, you were going to stop by somewhere?

Yuma:

Oh, I’m going to the library to sketch a girl studying.

Senri:

Oh my, how rare. So you’ve made an appointment with someone, huh?

Yuma:

No, there is no appointment.

Senri:

Huh?

(1) harimiya changes his name from touji to touko which is a feminine version of his name

(2) hari first used 俺(ore), the more masculine way of addressing oneself before catching himself and switching to 私(watashi), which is more feminine/neutral

(3) the idiom used here is 雪中送炭, which literally translates to ‘to send charcoal in snowy weather’ meaning ‘to provide help in one’s hour of need’. following on, hari also goes on to say that yuma’s expression looked like one of someone buried in snow.

(4) 座禅(zazen) is a meditative discipline that is typically the primary practice of the Zen Buddhist tradition.

(5) if you’ve seen main story translation, fukuregashi is a sort of confectionery that is made in kagoshima, where yuma is from

(6) specifically tickets in japan seem to have a phase where you ballot to have a chance of buying the ticket (presumably before general sales). it’s quite a complicated system...

#dream!ing #translation #character story #nito senri #mochizuki yuma #harimiya touji

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celticteddy · 6 years

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Nsfw ask -- 8 32 46 50 55 57 72 75

8. Describe your crushShe has long, wavy brown hair that is really soft. She does a lot of musical theater stuff so she has this like, lovely voice and a really cute laugh. She can dance and tried to teach me the other day at rehearsal when we were joking around. She is a Slytherin (To my Hufflepuff

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?At the time, I thought it was love, and it is still to this day very unrequited. They don’t even talk to me anymore and are happily engaged to someone. Which like, good for them, but yeah, pretty sure they never had feelings for me.

46. How many times did you have sex last year?In 2017? None...Yeah, none. I got kinda close once.

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?True love...I...I think that would be...that person...so, I would accept, turn away the presents, and ask if we could actually be friends. Because I miss them a whole lot.

55. Share a relationship story.Oh jeez...let’s go with something cute and light. The first time my LDR GF came up to visit me as my GF, we ran to each other in their airport and I burst into tears because I was finally getting to meet her as my GF, whereas the last time she had been up here I had been crushing on her but we were just friends. I think there is video of this meeting on my old laptop somewhere. But I could be wrong.

57. Things you want to say to an exTo ‘Syaoran’: We were both kids who made some fucked up mistakes. But only one of us isn’t a kid anymore. Grow up and stop trying to be an asshole to me. I have long since moved on and that dream died years ago.

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?Ahaha. Uh...I guess whatever kinda feels right in that moment. Like it depends on the kind of sex we are having and why we are having sex. (Like what led up to that moment.)

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?Okay, this may seem silly, and like something even a friend could do. But years ago now, I had the chance to meet my favorite writer and my SO at the time went with me to the first panel and kept me steady when I went up to meet her and didn’t let me run away or let my nerves get the better of me. Also, my SO read the books that I loved, so they would understand at least a little of why I loved this writer.

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h...hey ! Could I ask for that one character meme again (you know, that one which you most recently answered with Hisako)? This time with Ibusaki and Marui? Cause that would like...rly interest me qwq

ofc !! my door is always open for the psd babes wink wonk

send me a character and ill answer these questions for them !

Ibusaki:

do I like them: ya def he’s the cool + mysterious type how could i not??? tbqh the moment i laid eyes on him i Knew. i Knew i would like him.

5 good qualities:1) perseverance to the fuckin max2) type of person that would thoroughly fuck someone over for not crediting original artists/creators3) extremely perceptive aka has a really sensitive bullshit meter and his intuition is probs always spot on.4) smoking is such a?? cool technique to specialise in?? usually its probs an add on, not a main component of the dish but ibusaki manages to not only allow it to supplement his ingredients but also make smoking become the main dish itself, im so awed.5) could probably kill you with his bare hands. i mean this boy can handle logs of wood and woodchippers and chainsaws with relative ease, he’s probs ripped af and the strongest out of all the psd members

3 bad qualities:1) holes himself up when upset2) adding on, probably doesn’t ask for help as often as he should - not that he doesn’t want to, but imo he’ll struggle to ask; and when someone asks if he’s ok, when he finally makes up his mind to speak up the moment/opportunity to has passed3) he’s gonna get really bad eyesight if he keeps up with that hairstyle LMAO

favourite episode/etc: when he realised !! mimasaka had stolen his techniques !! idk something about that panel Spoke to me. maybe its bc its That Moment when the cool chara gets angry yknow aha :”DD

otp: ibusaki/ryoko !!! theyre cute and an ultimate power couple. probably get mistaken as models when they walk around town lmao. theyve probs been featured in magazines as “couples around town to watch out for !!” for their fashion sense and good looks :”)))

brotp: ibusaki/shoji/daigo !!! theyre morning birds and workout together !! while ibusaki is shaving his woodchips, shoji and daigo are working in the fields, and they typically have breakfast together everyday !! also they like competing for who can do the most pushups in a minute lolol

ot3 ot4: the psd babes !! ibusaki/ryoko/yuki/marui lolol

notp: romantic ibusaki/isshiki....that’s....pls no. i see them in a senpai-kouhai way !! i headcanon isshiki is one of the few (like marui and ryoko) who can tell when ibusaki’s upset and are patient enough to wait for him to speak up. also isshiki in general is a great big bro figure.

best quote: “...that bastard.” i love it when characters curse in canon god bless

head canon: has an older sister(older by 10years) who’s serious and straightlaced + a wildly successful president of her own company, and a happy go lucky older brother(older by 7years) who is too fickle for his own good and travels all over the world as a photographer(originally wildlife, but changed to freelance after the company he worked for collapsed. he still wants to go back into wildlife photography tho!!). both of them dote on him tooooons and he receives the Most and Biggest packages in the entire dorm bc of them :”)))

Marui:

do I like them: YES !! im honestly so glad that marui is a character in shokugeki - i greatly appreciate a character that mainly uses brains and intellect to come out on top in a typical scenario where brawn and talent is hugely praised.

5 good qualities: 1) SMART !! so gosh darned smart im so proud of my son !! he absorbs knowledge and understands it and is able to apply it, which is the most incredible and difficult task, yet he executes it with perfection :”)) adding on, he’s the fuckin ace of his research club like what the heckin hell, people need to give him more credit for his skills2) acute awareness of what he lacks and actively works to compensate for it with his strengths3) actually the most relatable character. gets exhausted at everything like same lmaooo4) the friend that gives good advice that nobody follows, moans about yall “i toooldd yoouuuu soooo ...!!!”, but still helps yall out of whatever trouble caused :”))5) he’s good at understanding people’s needs and wants even if they don’t explicitly say it out loud and subtly provides them w help so the person doesn’t feel awkward uvu

3 bad qualities:1) might rely too much on book intellect ! i feel this might restrict him when it comes to a proper shokugeki and he has to think/act on his feet - he’s probs the type to just freeze up if things don’t go to plan :”((2) probably focuses too much on polishing his strengths to an unhealthy amount - if he isn’t the best at what he specialises in he goes through immense self doubt and pressure3) gives into pressure really easily...! because he’s so good natured he finds it hard to say no to people, even if he knows he’s gonna Suffer for this. he’s That poor dude u see standing by the sidewalk for half an hour nodding as some religious person preaches about their faith to him LMAO :”D

favourite episode/etc: chap55!!! WHEN HE BARES HIS FANGS AND SHOWS OFF HIS SKILLS....WORK IT !!

otp: oooh i like marui/yuki !! cuties who probs pull all nighters to finish video games all in one go :”)) they probs go to animal cafes a lot and watch all the fuckin animes. theyre so knowledgeable about animals and anime its nearly scary ahaha :”DD

brotp: marui/ibusaki !!! they def are super close and hang out a lot. ibusaki helps out with marui’s fashion sense and marui helps ibusaki w his studies. i headcanon they were initially wary of each other bc of outer looks(ibusaki got that goth look and marui has an intellectual air so lol) but got to know each other through realising they share the same taste in books !! now they have very exciting convos about scifi !!

ot3 ot4: same as usual for the psd babes !! ibusaki/ryoko/yuki/marui lolol

notp: hmmm marui/failure...?? bc i dont know many marui ships (i dont even think there’s many sO). ya i want to see my boy succeed !!!

best quote: “I dont have an outstanding cooking sense, and my physical strength is below average. That’s exactly why i have a strong desrei for knowledge, all so that an ordinary man like me can fight against all those geniuses.”

head canon: actually has really, really low prescription can can do without specs, but wears them anyway bc of fear that his eyesight will get worse if he doesn’t, although he’s been going to the optometrist for years now without his degree worsening at all (this is due to his detailed eyecare routines. he’s the guy who actually takes a break from the computer/reading/studying to look outside at something green for 10min lolol)

#shokugeki no soma #ibusaki shun #marui zenji #inquiries #polar-stars #shokugeki headcanons

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breakfast-at-anteiku · 7 years

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TG:re 126 - that’s the way the kuki crumbles

x *collapses in relief* YORIKO IS OKAY

[Warning: TG:re 126 spoilers, long post, picture heavy content]

x I’m so happy they made it to their wedding day. Mutsuki you effing liar. But then again Takeomi (or any upstanding CCG member) would have never let anyone hurt their loved ones if they can help it.

x Also notice how Ishida drew Yoriko’s left arm in that first image. I think he still went for that bit of suspense - “Does Yoriko have her left arm?” even if he was going to answer in the next page that yes, she does. She’s intact, it’s okay.

x They’re so cute together omg look at that height difference. I’ve always liked the stoic type with the cheerful type so I do high key ship them even if it was out of nowhere. (Maybe even because it was so out of nowhere that it was cute.)

x Shout out to my favorite girlfriends for looking so cute. I’m sure Saiko is so proud to see this come to fruition since she was there during the proposal.

x Aww Papa Kuroiwa helping his wife blow her nose even if he’s crying Ghibli tears himself. It’s so sweet. Here’s betting that Takeomi and Yoriko end up exactly like that when they grow old.

x Also, Juuzo with the polka-dot tie again, reminiscent of when Amon forced him to be a little more professional-looking. It makes me miss Shinohara-san tbh.

x Aww Misato caught it. But more than that, look at how cute Takeomi and Yoriko are gundammit Bujin is smiling. I hope they continue to be happy.

x tbh I’m glad that even the CCG had a breather. They need this morale boost especially since it’s all falling apart from the inside. Weddings are a positive look into the future and this is exactly the booster they need right now.

x Oh god. Here we go.

x Urie my son. You are so pure and earnest ilu. Also I’m pretty sure you planned on going anyway, you don’t wanna admit it but you like Takeomi well enough.

x Mutsuki, you can be happy with Urie right there. Why are you still chasing after Sasaki’s shadow. (I get it, it’s your psychopathic tendencies, but still.)

x Urie: “We do.” Although based on the next panel, maybe the translators meant this in future tense? But anyway Look at that CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT for my son. This is coming from the guy who absolutely refused to mingle with the Qs at first. Now he believes his happiness comes from having all the Qs in the chateau together as a family.

x It’s so cute that they think Saiko would settle into home life in her own way. She had the most affinity towards familial ties, in any case, especially with how she viewed Sasaki as Maman and how she now treats their subordinates as little siblings.

x I’m curious to see how Urie would respond to this fact. He has some extreme respect for Sasaki, while his loyalty for the CCG very subtly diminishing. On the other hand, he has the squad that he has to protect and his duty. I want to see how he reconciles all the conflicting sides of him.

x It’s unusual to see Urie lose his temper towards a friend. He gets annoyed but he never yells. This is how much he cares about Mutsuki, I suppose.

x Right now, he’s thinking about getting Mutsuki to stay out of the Sasaki situation, which implies that he would rather keep the Qs out of it and the trouble it brings than let them meet Sasaki again. But seeing as Mutsuki absolutely refuses to back down from getting involved, chasing after him will probably be the main impetus for Urie getting involved as well.

x Oh. Mucchanko. *sobs*

x I’m so sorry Urie. *sobs harder*

x But if you think about it, it’s not really RIP Mutsurie yet. Look at Mutsuki’s dialogue. Tbh that also might become Urie’s own sentiment once he gets it into his head to stop Mutsuki from his self-destructive path. At the very least, Urie’s feelings won’t change.

x Well I was hoping this wasn’t the case.I suppose Kiyoko can get the same prosthetic that Suzuya has?

x Also, what was with that dramatic reveal? God. I still don’t like San-chan. It’ll be hard to get sympathy from me.

x Well. Uh, there we go, then.

x Sanpei: “I’ll bring him as a quinque for you.” Um, no, he’s not that much of a pushover, greenhorn. Still, I don’t know how much of a threat Sanpei still poses to Kaneki, especially since Ishida has devoted quite a lot of time to developing Sanpei’s grudge. It’s going to take a lot of developing though, because I still can’t get behind this character.

x Ui looks so exhausted, poor guy. Although I have to commend him for digging up this much information about Oggai and Kanou’s activities, even coming into contact with Hairu’s subordinate, Okahira (who apparently was also the guy Kurona fought with during the Rushima arc. I had to look him up because I didn’t really care about him at all ahaha).

x Also, how odd of Okahira to be out of Kanou’s lab, if he is working under Oggai rn. Wouldn’t Kanou keep a closer eye on him, being a precious test subject? Are they leading Ui on somehow? I have a feeling they probably are, especially with how Furuta baited him with Hairu’s head. But to what end?

x So it’s confirmed: Ui had feelings for Hairu.

x I’m so happy Touka managed to see that Yoriko was safe and sound. Also, I’m guessing Kaneki got a glimpse of his old friends at the CCG, so that’s good too.

x So their first date as a couple was at a wedding. More importantly, it’s to Touka’s best friend’s wedding. Ahhh that’s so nice.

x Also, Kaneki looks so happy here. He gets to be with Touka 24/7, he gets to do nice things for her. I’m sure he’s happy with the simple things right now, to be able to love and be loved freely.

x Also, who’s hand was that then? jfc mutsuki

x SO. Touka’s proposing I guess. Or are they sort of getting married? They are at a church lmao.

x Just put it on his finger sheesh.

x I wonder if Kaneki will recognize the name “Arata” from being a former CCG member and give us a hint about the Arata project?

x So now that symbol of inner strength has been passed on to Kaneki. It reminds me of that trope where Chara A gives something precious to Chara B and says, “I’m only lending it to you, so make sure to give it back to me,” as a subtle way of saying, “Make sure you come back to me alive.” I wonder if it has a similar connotation, Touka telling Kaneki to stay alive because he has her to come back to.

x LOOK AT HOW HAPPY HE IS. He’s so happy I’m pretty sure he’d be gushing so hard about how cool and wonderful his Touka-chan is, he’s so in love. GAHHHH.

x Also, look at what it implies. If the ring = strength, and he thinks of Touka when he looks at the ring, then Touka is his strength. I know it must be fairly obvious but I just need to say it out loud. It’s so beautiful.

x OH GOD THE CENTIPEDE. What a life ruiner. We’re in for some bad things, fam.

x Also, I’m just very slightly disappointed that Kaneki was this close to the Qs and his other CCG friends but he made no indication he saw them or thought about them. Okay, maybe it would ruin the pacing and the Touken moment. But I really do miss his dynamics with the Qs and Suzuya.

#cey says #tokyo ghoul #tg:re #tokyo ghoul:re #tg:re 126 #tg:re spoilers #touken #mutsurie #i guess??? it's not dead I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT IS #it took me so long to write this because i'm still annoyed about the whole bullying ishida thing

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lyricalt · 7 years

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[ovw] on your mark (3/??)

Rating: T Pairing: mcgenji (sort of) Summary: McCree is a Deadlock mechanic and Genji is a literal motorcycle.

Note: McCree’s autoshop is actually Zed’s Garage on Route 66 in this AU, ahaha. It’s still called Zed’s Garage though. :)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

It was less than a week later when McCree got what was coming for him in the form of six masked people barging into his garage, motorcycles roaring and guns firing. He had enough time to throw Genji an accusing stare before ducking behind the counter as a smattering of bullets flew over his head, but Genji appeared equally surprised and confused.

“I didn’t do anything,” Genji said, wheeling next to McCree with an awkward tilt. If a motorcycle could crouch, then McCree figured that was what he was probably doing.

“You sure ‘bout that?” McCree snapped, patting beneath the counter. His fingers brushed against cold metal and then Peacekeeper was in his hand in a comfortable hold.

“I haven’t given you any money yet, have I?” Genji said.

McCree pursed his lips, flicking the chamber of his revolver open to check for ammo. Three bullets.

“Well,” he began, much to his chagrin. Genji hadn’t come up with any money at all for his parts, which only left McCree to conclude that Genji hadn’t bothered getting into trouble in the first place.

Another wave of bullets interrupted his thoughts, followed by a hollering shout that sounded very familiar to McCree’s ears.

“McCree, get your ass out of there, you Deadlock trash!”

McCree winced. The neighboring folks were up to no good again, though it looked like they were finally dragging the fight straight to his shop instead of the usual neutral territories.

“Deadlock?” Genji said, and had he been in his humanoid form, McCree could imagine his faceless stare pointing downwards to look at the skull decal on McCree’s robotic forearm. "You're in a gang?"

"I'm a mechanic. I have customers,” McCree replied curtly, knowing he was dodging the question. Genji must have seen the territorial graffiti around town. He spun the chamber shut. “Most happen to be Deadlock, and some people really don’t like that."

“What sort of people?”

“Oh, the Red Grits. And a couple of others. But right now the Red Grits. They’ve been fixin’ to recruit me for a while now.”

And since McCree had no intention of joining them, it seemed like they were going to try and scare him off. It was a good plan, solid sense on their part. Scaring off the only mechanic in the area would leave the Deadlocks a whole lot weaker.

Good thing McCree didn’t scare so easily. Trouble was that the rest of his ammo was at the other end of the garage. From outside, he could hear more of the Red Grits circling the front.

“I will distract them. You can escape from the back door,” Genji said, most likely hearing the same thing. His engine gave a little purr that sounded way more threatening that it ought to be.

“What’re you gonna do? Run all six of them over?” McCree muttered, pushing aside one of Genji’s handlebars to point his wheel away from the counter. He wasn’t sure if guns would do much to hurt Genji, but a bullet through a panel of electrical wiring could do enough damage to any motorcycle, cyborg or not.

“Perhaps,” Genji said, turning his handlebars with enough force to hit the side of McCree’s head.

Seeing as his choices were limited and Genji was willing enough to do the favor, McCree simply nodded, rubbing his smarting forehead. He peered over the counter, satisfied that the six Red Grits were warily keeping their distance, taking cover between the shop’s shelves and firing every so often. Good. As they should.

“I can get the two on the right at least,” he said, ducking back down as an enterprising soul tried to take a lucky shot at his head. Bits of drywall sprinkled over his hat, dust falling over his shoulders.

“You will get in my way,” Genji replied, scoffing.

McCree raised an eyebrow, finger sliding to the trigger. “Oh-ho, you don’t know a thing about me.”

“And you don’t know me,” Genji said with a growl, and left no more room for argument by leaping out from their hiding spot.

McCree made a disgruntled noise. A flying motorcycle was bound to surprise anyone so he made sure to take advantage, standing from behind the counter to shoot at the two Red Grits to their right, true to his word. It was certainly less messy and more quick than running them over. McCree didn’t even have to blink in between the shots.

He turned around, more than ready to use his last bullet, but a gurgling shriek snapped his gaze to the left.

“Holy m-” he began.

Genji hadn’t run anyone over at all, or at least, not more than one victim. McCree could see two other bodies on the ground and only one of them looked mildly crushed by a half ton of metal. The other was bleeding out from a nasty looking slash across their chest, labored breathing already starting to slow.

The Red Grit that had been hollering was in the process of being run through by Genji’s sword, green static snaking over the length of the blade. Genji’s arm retracted, humanoid body releasing steam and smoke, and the Red Grit fell to the floor.

Genji glanced behind his shoulder, visor glowing briefly as he sees the two Red Grits McCree had taken out. A bullet ricocheted off his shoulder, jolting him a step back, and he whirled around to his new attacker, sword raising.

McCree’s trigger finger ended up being faster, his last bullet going right between the eyes.

“What are you doing?” Genji snapped, running past the fallen body and reaching for one of the shelves. His hand knocked around a few items, oil bottles and rusted cans, before grabbing a couple of small boxes, each no bigger than his hand. He tossed them over to McCree. “Go!”

“Yeah, and you’re welcome too,” McCree said, a little annoyed, but he caught both the boxes, extra bullets rattling between his palms. It looked like Genji had taken note of a few items no ordinary mechanic would carry during the week he had spent cleaning the garage.

He shoved them into his back pocket—no time to organize them into his belt—and took off towards the back door. He figured Genji could really distract the rest of the Red Grits now, fancy swordwork and all.

There was only a single Red Grit outlaw waiting for him in the backway, creeping along the wall just outside the door. McCree’s mechanical arm found the man’s throat, grip automatically set to choke, and he swung with his revolver into the man’s skull until their eyes were rolling back.

McCree reloaded, letting the body slide against the wall to the dirt ground. Inside, he could hear Genji wreaking havoc and drawing the attention of the rest of the gang into the garage. It sounded like Genji was holding his ground fine enough, but McCree knew enough about the Red Grits that backup would eventually come in some overwhelming form or another.

He hurried around the outside of the shop, crouching past the windows as the occasional bullet flew through, glass shattering and wooden boards splintering, depending on which windows had been fixed. This wasn’t the first shootout that Zed’s Garage had been through. It was hard keeping up with repairs sometimes.

A Red Grit came flying through one of the opened windows. McCree absently stepped over it, looking ahead to the empty road.

Sweat dripped down his neck, the bright afternoon sun making him squint. He doubted he’ll be returning to the shop. For now, he could only think of getting a better place to shoot from, somewhere higher. Maybe the closed bar across the street, a few shots to let Genji escape from the shop.

And then, and then—

McCree stopped in his tracks, a feeling of determined resignation washing over him as he saw more approaching motorcycles in the distance, each one decked in Red Grit crimson. Jumping off one the cliffs would give him a better chance of surviving at this point. He patted his back pocket, reassured by the feel of the bullets.

He aimed his gun, sighting down the first Red Grit outlaw leading the pack. A stay pebble bounced off the brim of his hat, stopping him. He glanced up, gun clicking as a green blur dropped down in front of him.

Genji landed with a quiet crunch over the gravel, nearly making McCree jump out of his skin. His shot would have hit Genji square in the chest if it hadn’t been for his blade deflecting the bullet to fly elsewhere.

They stared at each other, speechless, and Genji gestured at him with his glowing sword, tip of the blade pointing to Peacekeeper.

“What are you?” Genji asked in disbelief.

“What are you?” McCree exclaimed in return, using Peacekeeper to point back at the sword.

Unfortunately, there was no time to answer. The rest of the Red Grits were fast approaching, loud gunshots ringing wild through the gorge.

Genji hissed, more steam jetting out from his vents. He turned around, staring at the incoming attackers, and it wasn’t until he sheathed his sword that McCree noticed he had been holding a helmet in his free hand.

“Here,” Genji said, shoving the helmet into McCree’s chest.

McCree glanced down. The helmet wasn’t just some random piece of merchandise Genji happened to pick up in the wrecked shop. It was his helmet, painted red and black to match his cruiser bike. McCree took off his hat, dropping it to the ground. He put on the helmet, a feeling of trepidation crawling up his spine.

McCree snapped the black visor up, just in time to see Genji transform, slick as liquid, bright like a camera flash.

"Get on!" Genji said, engine roaring to life, suddenly vivid green in his eyes.

McCree almost hesitated, but he wasn’t stupid and he certainly wasn’t up to dying anytime soon. He swung his leg over the seat, hands resting over the handlebars.

He looked down at the controls, knowing the mechanics were the same as any other motorcycle. Fixing Genji up had shown him that much and driving him should be second nature.

McCree felt Genji shift gears, felt the throttle turn on its own beneath his hand, and he barely had time to tighten his hold before Genji sped off down the road in a cloud of dust.

There was no driving Genji, of course. McCree knew it the moment he had hopped on.

“Take care of me, please,” Genji said, his voice a shade mocking.

They were speeding straight for the Red Grits, and somehow McCree wasn’t surprised. He carefully sat up, legs hugging either side of Genji’s form. He didn’t have enough trust in himself or Genji to let go with both hands, but he had fired his gun plenty of times while riding a motorcycle. He had always been a decent shot while driving, but there was still no comparison to not having to worry about steering.

The first two Red Grit motorcyclists were picked off with ease, bodies skidding over the road, but McCree found his aim getting less and less accurate as Genji weaved around to avoid getting either of them hit. It was hard to predict how he would turn, and more than once McCree had automatically tried to steer Genji towards one side of the road, unthinking, but the handlebars remained stubbornly locked. He checked back his gun, not wanting to waste what limited bullets he had.

“Lean on my right side, we are going past them,” Genji said, either ignoring how McCree had tried to control him or too distracted to notice.

McCree’s heart pounded, eyes watering as dust got into his eyes. He knew Genji would run fast, but this was breakneck, faster than any speed he had pushed his own motorcycle. He flipped his visor down, no choice but to do as Genji said. Already a bullet had grazed his left thigh and McCree was becoming an increasingly easier target to hit by the second. He ducked down, body sliding towards Genji’s right side.

The heat from Genji’s engine was searing through his shirt. McCree’s right hand was becoming slippery with sweat, but his mechanical arm was enough to hold on to one handlebar.

The sound of gunshots were next to him, though Genji kept hugging the right side of the road to prevent him from being hit. It only lasted three seconds, tops, but Genji was alarmingly unbalanced, listing to one side from McCree’s weight.

Genji wavered, and McCree felt the heat from the road, a quick brush of hot pavement across his jeans as he got too close to the asphalt, and he straightened back onto the seat proper, whether or not Genji was ready for him.

By the time he looked back up, the Red Grits were behind them. The road ahead was clear.

McCree twisted around, taking aim, and picked off one more of the Red Grits. He could still hear the motorcycles roaring, still too close and outnumbered. Genji was fast, no doubt, but at the cost of his missing parts and trying to work around McCree.

McCree sucked in a breath. He counted six more of the outlaws catching up behind them.

“Six left,” he reported, since he wasn’t sure if Genji could see. “I’m gonna reload.”

“Do it then.”

McCree wasn’t sure if he got the real point across—what he really wanted was for Genji to not make any sudden turns, and Genji didn’t slow down, but the road ahead was straight for now. He let go of the vice grip over the handlebar with his left hand, quickly reaching into his back pocket to fish out a fresh set of bullets. The Peacekeeper was vibrating with Genji’s engine, his fingers jittery with the extra movement as he shoved the bullets in.

One, two, three, four—

Genji’s gears shifted, and it was the only warning McCree had before flipping Peacekeeper’s chamber shut. He swayed, the last two bullets slipping from his fingers as he held on.

“Fuck.” McCree watched as the bullets pinged off the pavement, disappearing into silver specks. Genji had swerved into a backroad, leaving the main highway. It was a move McCree would have agreed on, if he had been warned first.

“Sorry,” Genji said, voice carrying by the wind.

"Stay steady," was all McCree could say without revealing too much of his frustration. He took out two more bullets from his pocket, reloading his gun in full. The Red Grits had seen them take the backroad. He glanced around, rocky cliffs doing a lot to give them cover, but also block their view. “Can't get a shot over the slopes.”

"I will get you a vantage point," Genji said, confident as he navigated the bumpy and winding road.

"There isn't any higher ground! I know this highway like the back of my hand," McCree shouted, holding on tight. With the backroad this unstable, he doubted the accuracy of his aim and his ability to actually stay on Genji.

"Not higher ground," Genji said, slowing down for the first time. "Getting air."

McCree stared ahead of them. The road wasn’t a dead end, curving into a sharp turn around a rocky cliffside, but Genji was speeding up again, his steering locked and pointed straight.

They were going to drive off the ledge, right over the gorge itself.

McCree was one second away from jumping off Genji right then and there. He was half sure he’d rather take his chances facing the Red Grits on foot himself.

"Fuck, no. I ain't done these kind of BMX shit nonsense,” he said, but even as the words left his mouth, he found himself turning in his seat, riding backwards like the idiot he deserved to be called. McCree raised his arm, gun ready, even when he felt like he was the exact opposite. “How the hell do I hold on?"

"Don't hold on—shoot!" Genji yelled with one last burst of speed, right over the ledge.

And they were flying.

For a moment, McCree found himself suspended in the air, no longer riding on Genji. He felt motionless, everything becoming quiet and still along with him. The Red Grits were all lined up down the road, suddenly the easiest targets in the world for him.

He only needed a second to aim, let his breath come out slow, a bullet through each head six times. His last glimpse of the Red Grits was a row of dead men, motorcycles crashing across the road.

And then he was falling, feeling the shock of his backside hitting Genji's fenders once. McCree’s stomach turned, gravity catching up with him, and then suddenly he was in the air again, the cybertronic buzz of Genji shifting loud in his ear.

Metal arms wrapped around his chest, drawing him close in a tight hold. McCree’s helmet bounced against Genji’s chest, stunning him for a second as they hit the ground together.

He landed hard on Genji's cyborg form in a cloud of orange dust, the breath knocked out of him. Genji’s mechanical hands were holding the back of his head and neck, shielding him from the rocky ground. The ugly sound of metal screeching was all around McCree, but they had rolled in such a way that McCree didn’t think his body ever scraped too long against the dirt despite Genji’s smaller frame.

They skidded to a rough halt. McCree groaned, sprawled ragdoll on top of Genji.

"Itai," Genji muttered, arms falling back. His exhaust vents opened to jet out steam.

McCree felt Genji's chest armor heave under him, strangely human for what he was. He rolled off, wincing as Genji’s hot steam grazed his bruised arm, but that was a small price to pay for surviving an entire fall of a cliff. He stood up, footing still a little wobbly, and stared down at Genji.

"Couldn’t you have transformed into something softer? Like a mattress at least?" McCree asked, exhausted. He pulled off his helmet to gulp down some fresh air and held out his hand, the skin of his knuckles scraped raw and bleeding.

“Hah. Very funny,” Genji replied, easing up from the ground. He glanced at McCree’s bloodied hand, head tilting, but his grip was unwavering as he stood up with McCree’s help.

An impressive shower of dirt fell from his body, a dusty orange coating over every inch of his armor. McCree reached over, absently brushing the crumbling dirt from Genji’s back. He wasn’t sure how to check for damages when Genji was in his humanoid form but everything seemed intact. Genji’s left arm looked a little off, the angle a little crooked. He grabbed it without a second thought to inspect it.

“Can you move it?” McCree asked, looking down at it. He had no clue how he was going to fix something like that.

“Yes.”

He didn’t notice how Genji sidled closer until his arm was pressing against McCree’s chest and Genji’s faceplate was inches from his nose.

“Any damages on your end?” Genji asked, joking, and pulled his arm away. He transformed back into a bike, quicker than a blink, and McCree noticed how the hovertech was not quite aligned.

Needs a reinforced chassis, McCree thought before he could stop himself. Better framing. Gotta modify the alignment right this time, he drifts too much his left.

God, if he could get Genji really fixed and fully outfitted, Genji would be a downright terror on the road.

“Oh,” McCree said, still breathless and not liking where his thoughts were heading. “Oh no.”

“What?” Genji asked, his handlebars turning side to side, testing it.

“Nothin’,” McCree mumbled. He rubbed his forehead in a futile attempt to wipe any enterprising ideas from his mind.

Genji made an impatient noise, like gears grinding against each other. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

McCree sighed, limping back over to Genji. He was going to need to lay low for a while, possibly head out to the big city while things cooled down. Deadlock would be looking for him, making sure he was all right, but McCree was reluctant to be in their debt again.

He took his seat, securing his scuffed helmet back on his head.

“Can you still run?” he asked.

“Of course,” Genji said, revving his engine. It sputtered for a hot second, though McCree assumed it was more from Genji’s indignant response than any malfunction.

“Okay. Well, I know a place—” McCree began and almost bit his tongue when Genji started to speed back towards Deadlock Gorge. "What are you doing? We need to get away."

Genji swerved to a halt, surprised.

“No,” he said. “We are getting your shop back. How many bullets do you have left?”

McCree blinked, thinking about the mess they had left behind. The shop was going to be in shambles. He laughed, bending down to clunk his helmet against one of Genji’s handlebars. God, he was too tired for this.

He lifted his head back up, not bothering to check his back pocket, and grinned.

“I’ve got enough.”

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#mcgenji #jesse mccree #genji shimada #overwatch #i've had this part in my docs FOREVER #now it is free.

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