#and are attracted to Karakura because reasons

[rdbrainz]

I just found you through some Bleach tags today and I love your art! Zanni is so cute, I love the jester vibes. Would you be willing to share some tidbits about Zanni? If not, I'm a big fan of Shinji. Do you have any hca about him and the rest of the Vizard crew?

Thanks!! Tbh rn I can't add much to what I've written about Zanni so far without telling about the other members of my arrancar troupe but I hope soon enough I'll bring myself to drawing them... Anyway I'm glad you loved him! It means a lot when my designs gain positive attention 🤧 Here's what I have for Shinji:

I think everything that happened with Aizen really took a great toll on him. Ofc Shinji is not the kind of person to show how he's really feeling and the only one he puts the blame on now is Sosuke but for the hundred years that he was in the world of the living every time it was raining he stayed in bed until late afternoon. Literally just lying and doing nothing with music in the background because he felt terrible. No matter how much he tried the rain really did bring the blues out of him and sometimes it had gotten so bad he felt physically ill. Probably because it had been raining a lot when they ended up in Karakura. This habit of his kinda returned once he was in the position of the captain again because he felt like he was not supposed to be there. For the first couple of months his higher-ranking officers had to do EVERYTHING for him on rainy days.

His love language is acts of service... when the person he likes is doing something for him of course. Sometimes he would literally whine so they would cook for him or something like that but he is very grateful if they give into this stupid game. He would snoop around to check on them and sometimes even sneak up on them to look over their shoulder and say something silly.

Speaking of love I think he's very good at unconsciously studying and remembering the habits of the other person. If they do the same and for example don't try to wake him up when it's very cloudy and just leave the tray with breakfast on the bedside table/floor for him to eat later then he's head over heels. It means a lot to him when people take him seriously at all times even though he does and says stupid things a lot.

The last two paragraphs may be the reason why he was very into Kensei at one point lmao

Others:

Kensei has always been very popular among both women and men. I mean look at this guy!! Though it's a source of a lot of stress for him because 1) "My eyes are up here... have some fucking respect" and 2) he's actually very old-fashioned when it comes to love and attraction. Casual flings because he happened to be attractive to someone is NOT his thing. What happened to courting your love interest and all that?..

Sometimes Rose would sing for others. It didn't happen a lot because he didn't exactly get much inspiration in the situation they were in and he knew for sure other vizards couldn't always be in the mood for some music. It was far too cramped and noisy already for something like that and Shinji had already taken the role of the person who was going to annoy everybody with noise. Once they returned to Gotei he hoped it would change but with the sheer amount of work that waited to be done it was deemed impossible. Too busy, too tired, too uninspired. Who sings just for themselves anyway? Though I think if someone asked he would be soo happy to play or sing something for them

Lisa knows EVERYTHING about other vizards. Sometimes she would pick up on things even faster than them. She's not being creepy about it ofc. Well... Usually. But if she thought it could help someone or herself she's gonna use it either for them or against them.

#bleach #hirako shinji #muguruma kensei #otoribashi rojuro

[garoujo]

emmie!! okay i been meaning to send u an ask with one of my infamous thirsts for several days now but kept forgetting or got busy but here i am😭 i think i mentioned this a while back and i wanted to do a full fic on this but i present to you: grimmjow + scent kink <3

before i talked about garou with a scent kink but i think this fits just as well, if not more so with grimmy 🙈he just has this inherent feral nature about him that makes me go feral, UGH i miss him so bad i might have to go back to the arrancar arc just to see him again :( but ofc we all know that grimmjow is very possessive— as he should bc that’s so sexy of him— and he gets really…territorial almost, with this pretty human gworl that’s close with ichi ‘n crew and can also see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. back when he led his lil group to karakura town for the first time, he spots us trying to go home and avoid all the chaos and for some reason, some primal rationale deep within his being, felt immediately attracted to you, but ofc being prideful as he is, rebuked those lingering thoughts/curiosity/attraction because you were human for crying out loud. you didn’t even seem to have any powers like chad or orihime despite them being ‘human’ too. so at first he ignored you and carried on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

we all know his adjuchas form was a panther right ? and the moment that he kind of…passed by you , or passed by a sidewalk that you just recently walked on— God his mind literally blanked like…his train of thought momentarily went off the rails and he lost concentration on the fight he was currently engaging; he swore blood from his brain rushed down to his cock and with the way he actually lost his balance for like a split second. ‘what was that smell? and why the fuck does it smell so…so good?’ he wondered, completely enraptured and finding himself wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog. when he knew it was you, that the tantalizing aroma was coming from you and that plush body, he nearly lost his senses and abandoned the whole fight with carrot top as a whole, just to seek you out, and take you for himself. and he’s not good with impulse control either so the fact he has so much self restrain to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself .

but when he returned to his own quarters in hueco mundo and had time to process everything? he was really going crazy with you swirling in within senses . he needed you— no, he needed to smell you again (it would be very soon when he’d realize he needed your entire being, your soul and your body). anyway grimmjow being grimmjow, he was already plotting on when to go back to the world of the living and— he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these thoughts he’s been having. he could feel his dick getting hard when he remembered how you looked (something he didn’t think he was paying attention too but he was; he’s very observant) and then that luscious figure paired with how you smelled? within a few seconds his pants were at his ankles and his large hand was wrapped around his girthy length. he cursed himself through deep groans for being so depraved to even do something like this but poor baby couldn’t help it <3

eventually, around the same time ulquiorra (🥺) coerced orihime and kidnapped her, grimmy used that opportunity to ….well basically kidnap you as well💀 this was his own reward for losing his position as an elite espada and then getting it right back. because he deserved a prize. you were scared of course, but then became less scared when you recalled just where you’ve seen him from , and saw how handsome he was. you were still off put by his behavior though, because he always seemed to have his nose way too close to you for comfort. ‘was he sniffing me?’ you contemplated when you side eyed him as he dragged you to his own room. every opportunity grimmy got (when he was alone of course) he would embrace you, from behind most of the time, nuzzled his nose behind your ear and take a not-so-subtle to whiff. his hands damn near groped your body; you’d hear him release something like a growl and deep purr from the back of his throat, and he didn’t miss the way your fists and thighs instinctively clenched together. he smirked wickedly into your skin as he took another, pairing it a long stripe of his tongue up the side of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of “fuck, you smell so fucking good,”

normally he would have judged people who acted this ill-composed and depraved but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. he was like a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash. if anybody’s gaze even lingered on you for too long, he himself would feel offended and glare, giving them a “the hell you staring at? huh?” since he was always around you. that’s another thing too, grimmjow with a scent kink was so clingy 😭 you found it cute the way he’d want to hold you close all the time , esp when it was time to sleep . he always felt the need to bend you over and fuck your brains out literally anywhere you went, but he didn’t bc he still had a little bit decency n self control left.

but when he does??????? GOD when he does, it’s the most….you feel so many things when you’re havin sex with grimmjow . you feel the possessive nature of his personality with the way he gripped your hips so hard, the way he constantly inhaled your scent as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for that, despite him purposely provoking you to embarrass you). his favorite position is back shots bc he likes to watch his cock impale you over and over, as well as seeing your fat ass ripple and bounce against his hips. “pussy so—shit—so fuckin’ good…all that time before i came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me yeah? fuck, yeah. this cunt was made for me.” he’d say the most filthy things when he had your legs spread open for him. he also loved missionary just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name better. grimmy with a scent kink also gets drunk on cooch OBVI! he can spend hours down there until there’s a lake on his face and the sheets, he’s actually insane. he’d edge you by stopping on the verge of your orgasm just to SMELL ur pussy like. baby is addicted!!!!!!

and don’t even get me started on period sex and the faint smell of metallic iron mixed in with your natural aroma🤧 grimmjow damn near falls in luv w you fr <3 and you were the only human he liked .

SOSA ! FOR FREE ? pls i have literally just woke up and i’m akhakaka >//< i need him so bad ! sooooo bad ! between garou n grimmjow . ur making my brainrot 4 both of dem even worse than it already was <3_<3 like ur taking me back 2 my roots i’m gonna eat them whole ! i need this man so much . like akhajaka he makes me feel feral ! ur brain produces such G O L D i’m literally in bits here !

#୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ moot mail #ֹ ۪ ఇ : [sosa] #DO U KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE U SOSA ! WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE #u feed me so well akhajakak ! i’m not worthy ! pls alhaka i just wanna swim around in all the thoughts in ur mind forever #just the thought of grimmjow being all clingy and possessive makes my stomach turn ! i’m obsessed ! #i’m so in love w him . i feel sick . i wanna rewatch / reread bleach now sniffle

[akaluan]

Bleach AU where dragons exist

“It’s only a small dragon. Practically not even a problem.” -- Prompt from @oopsprompts

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Uryuu sighed at the sight of yet /another/ dragon flying overhead and making its way towards the outskirts of town. Reluctantly he packed up his sewing kit and slung his bag over his shoulder; looked like his break for the day was over with, hours before he had wanted to head back.

But dragons waited for no one, even if that one had looked suspiciously small. Probably newly fledged from the nest, and too dumb to realize that there /had/ to be a reason this prime territory was unclaimed.

It was a gorgeous blue color, deep and rich like the best ultramarine, and Uryuu wondered if he could manage to claim a few scales before they drove it off. He had a few projects that scales of that color would go /wonderfully/ with, even if the scales of young dragons were thinner than that of adults.

By the time he reached the other side of town — rather, by the time he reached /Kurosaki’s house/ because that’s where it had /gone/ because that’s where /all dragons went/ — it had already landed and was poking its nose at the door to Kurosaki’s house. Kurosaki was scowling at it from the street, arms crossed over his chest and a grumpy cast to his features.

That wasn’t unusual.

What /was/ unusual was the trembling girl standing in front of Kurosaki, katana drawn and stance as firm as she could manage.

“Kurosaki,” Uryuu muttered, as he stalked up next to his classmate, eying the short girl with suspicion. “Who the hell is this?”

“She’s a Shinigami,” Kurosaki responded with a shrug. “One of those damned undead dragons showed up last night, and she got in the way.”

“I saved your life!” the girl exclaimed angrily, all bristled like an offended feline.

Uryuu gave her a skeptical look, then turned back to Kurosaki. While he didn’t think she was lying about what she believed to have happened — after all, Inoue was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in the face of a dragon or three — the idea that Kurosaki had needed /saving/ was practically ludicrous.

“She gave me her powers,” Kurosaki explained further without prompting. “Because she screwed with my timing and got both of us hurt.”

Uryuu sighed through his nose and shook his head. Of course something as ridiculous as that would happen to Kurosaki. The idiot just /attracted/ trouble, and Uryuu had stopped being surprised back a few years ago when the idiot had decided to out-stubborn an Ancient just because he didn’t like what it was offering.

“Oh, speaking of which. My sisters gathered up the scales that it dropped for you, and Yuzu’s been washing them. She said they look like oil when they’re cleaned up, and they seem pretty tough.” Kurosaki eyed the young dragon, as it tried to shove its nose through one of the windows, but didn’t otherwise react to it moving about in front of them. His house had been warded by their best efforts, after all, and this dragon was only a few months out of the nest.

“Thank you,” Uryuu replied.

“Are you two just going to /stand there and chat/?!” the girl yelped, staring over her shoulder at them with wide, frightened eyes. “That’s a /dragon/! A /live dragon/!”

“So?” Uryuu asked in unison with Kurosaki, not quite understanding what her issue was.

“Yeah, I dealt with that undead one last night,” Kurosaki continued with a shrug. “They’re always the annoying ones, anyway.”

She made a strangled sound of frustration, then took one hand from her katana and pointed at the blue dragon that was currently reared up on its hind legs and scrabbling at the roof. “/DRAGON/! I’m a Shinigami! I deal with SOULS and HOLLOWS and DEAD DRAGONS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEALT WITH BY CAPTAINS!”

“Huh, is that why you had so much trouble?” Kurosaki asked absently, as he finally grew bored of watching the dragon try to dismantle his house. He raised a hand to his mouth and gave a sharp, piercing whistle.

The girl made a terrified whine as the muzzle of the beast swung around to face them and the dragon’s sky blue eyes lit up with fascination at the sight of the three of them.

“It’s only a small dragon,” Uryuu told the girl with asperity, as he called forth his bow and sighted down the shaft. He needed to be careful about his aim, if he wanted to just drive it off instead of killing it, but Kurosaki had driven home his opinion: no killing the dragons unless they refused to take no for an answer. “Practically not even a problem.”

“Yeah, we deal with bigger threats than this all the time,” Kurosaki added, calling up his own weapon. The glimmering golden staff settled across his shoulders, and the teen nudged the girl out of the way as he strode forward to meet the dragon.

“BIGGER THREATS?!”

Uryuu rolled his eyes and loosed his arrow, landing it with precision right between the dragon’s toes on it’s right front paw. “Your new follower is rather high strung.”

“Oh shut up,” Kurosaki growled back, as he thumped the dragon across the snout with his staff. “She’ll adapt.”

Behind them, the girl whimpered.

#bleach #kurosaki ichigo #ishida uryuu #kuchiki rukia #bleach au #dragons exist #and are attracted to Karakura because reasons #look I don't know #i'm tipsy #tipsy writing #ichigo and uryuu are friends here #battle friends #orihime can deal with dragons too #she probably collects them #chad does too #rukia has no idea wtf to do with this knowledge #look Ichigo has a staff because no killing #he started beating dragons up at like... eleven #but he can make it a naginata if he wants to #he's more of a quincy here #i have no idea where this would go #or where it came from #whatever #my writing #unedited

[cptspiegel]

Hey, could I request Kenny with a reader who is a milf? Like say she works at karakura hs and the kids all know her as teacher. She's maybe got kids of her own who go to hs there or sth.

Oooooooh I wish I had seen this sooner because yes

Warnings: reader is fem & very hot, cool milf!reader x Kenpachi

Kenpachi first saw you when he went to Karakura to round up Ichigo.

His gigai was in an absolutely horrid outfit. Pirate-ish to match his eye patch as he nearly takes the door off the hinges screaming, "Ichigo! Let's go, now!"

The class gasps, but you step in front of the large man and slap a ruler on his chest.

"Just who do you think you are interrupting my class?"

You know those cartoons where the guys heart pops out of his chest? Yeah, that's Kenpachi when he locks eyes with you.

He's immediately taken aback because every human he's met has been a teenager. None of them look grown up like you do. You're still young to him, for obvious reasons, but Kenpachi was very pleasantly surprised.

This was the first time anybody saw Kenpachi back away. "Sorry ma'am. I'm just his....uncle...!"

"Well uncle, you have to wait outside." And with that you used your rule to push Kenpachi back into the hallway and slammed the door.

After that Kenpachi was sprung. Seriously, it may have been love at first sight.

He just casually appears when you're taking groceries home, cause he's in the neighborhood and he's walking the same way and also it would just make sense he walks you home.

Kenpachi is not above sneering at some teenagers and saying, "I've been kissing one of your mom's." And then eyeing each kid so they gossip about who's mom it is.

The physical attraction is absolutely unmatched. He's in love with every curve you possess.

You're all woman. Hips that sway to a confident rhythm and fit so lovely in his hands.

Your smile lines drive him insane.

The way you are stern yet nurturing and that makes him weak in the knees.

It's so refreshing to speak with someone over the age of 15. You're so experienced in every area of life.

"Do you know how many boys try to flirt with me? They fail to realize I don't want a boy, I want a man. One like you."

Why'd you have to say things like that? Kenpachi is foaming at the mouth.

#milf!reader x Kenpachi #bleach headcanons #cptspiegel replies #cptspiegel masterlist #bleach anime headcanons #cptspiegel writes #kenpachi x reader #kenpachi zaraki #bleach kenpachi

[titaniumblender]

Happy HK secret Santa  @emmmmiru !!! I hope you don’t hate this lmao, I’ve discovered I really need prompts when writing christmas fics so I combined like several and I think it sort of worked???  Also plz excuse my ER/hospital knowledge it’s very outdated because my reference hasn’t worked in an ER for like years so I did my best lol. So, without further ado plz have Doctor Toshiro/Nurse Karin and mistletoe, for some reason I really just like RAN with the mistletoe thing!! 

Karin was twitchy. She’d been waiting in the Starbuck’s line for a solid fifteen minutes before her order was finally taken. Now here she was, stuck waiting another ten minutes for the actual drink to be made. There were four people in front of her too.

Today was her first day at her new hospital. She was finally escaping the shadow of her brilliant family at Karakura General Hospital, KGH. Both her father and brother were well known and highly sought-after doctors. Ichigo, a renown neurosurgeon and Ishhin, probably one of the best ER doctors around, training a number of great pupils in emergency medicine. Even her own twin sister was well known, Yuzu was one of few dietitians in Karakura and a good one at that.

Karin herself was a damn good nurse and she knew it, but she got rather fed up with being known exclusively as Kurosaki Junior. Yuzu didn’t seem to mind the nickname as much, but of course Karin wasn’t as nice as Yuzu.

So, here she was, a town away at a brand-new hospital starting her first shift on Christmas Eve, just her luck.

And now her need for Starbucks and caffeine was going to make her late.

“Venti gingerbread latte for Karin.” The barista finally called out and Karin practically sprinted to the counter.

Quickly grabbing a lid and pushing it onto the cup Karin briskly turned around ready to get to the hospital ASAP. Only to run smack dab into someone, immediately spilling her precious gingerbread latte all over this nice someone’s crisp white dress shirt.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked before looking up at the very attractive man she had spilled her hot drink all over.

He was probably one of the most attractive men she had ever seen with white hair, piercing blue eyes and a very attractive face. An attractive face that was decidedly unimpressed with situation as his white shirt dripped latte. He brought a hand up to his face, pinched his nose and muttered, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Wait, Toshiro?” Karin asked, his unimpressed scowl triggering a memory of that very same face but much younger lecturing her about proper hospital etiquette.

“Karin?”

“Yes! How are you? It’s been so long; dad really misses you.” It was really her who missed him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’m doing just fine Karin, but I think I’d be much better if we could have this discussion when I don’t have coffee all over me.”

“Ahh right! Let me get you a paper towel, I’ll be right back.”

And then she disappeared quickly, trying her best to calm her heart rate.

Toshiro Hitsugaya had been one of her father’s most promising medical interns and Isshin had loved him so much he became part of the family. Did a young nursing intern, happen to find him very attractive? Yes. Did that same intern also happen to develop a huge crush and sulk for weeks when he finally left to pursue his career at a different hospital? Also, yes. But she still had her dignity dammit!

The current twenty-five-year-old Karin was not the same as twenty-one-year-old lovesick Karin, she would not be caught pining over Toshiro Hitsugaya. She was better than that.

Grabbing a wad of napkins, Karin returned to Toshiro and resisted the urge to dab at his well-muscled chest with them. Instead, she handed them to him before seeing the time. “Toshiro, this was great, but I really have to go, I’m late to my first shift!”

Toshiro had no chance to respond before the dark-haired beauty was gone and he was left still sopping wet with latte. Classic Kurosaki.

Karin barely managed to make pre-shift, sliding into the nurse’s station just as the charge nurse started giving everyone the basic rundown of how the shift would work.

Karin knew the brief layout of the hospital and how it worked from her few training shifts, but she wasn’t sure she was entirely ready to be thrown into a Christmas Eve shift just yet. Unfortunately, another nurse had come down with a nasty flu and Karin was forced to cover for her. Since Karin had never worked a Christmas or Christmas Eve shift before she had absolutely no idea what to expect.

She really hoped Christmas Eve wouldn’t be as insane as it was on Gray’s Anatomy.

After pre-shift ended Karin approached the charge nurse to let her know of her newbie status. She was a kind older woman named Yuki and Karin knew immediately she’d like her.

“Oh, don’t worry too much dear. Christmas Eve usually isn’t that busy, this is probably a good first shift for you to learn how we work here. But just to be safe I’m going to assign you to beds 6-12, they’re usually not as hectic as the trauma room. The doctor on tonight is also one of our best. I’m sure you’ll have no problems but if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask him. He’s very thorough in his work so I’m sure he’d be more than happy to help you learn the layout here.”

As Yuki finished speaking Karin spotted a messy head of silvery-white hair walking towards them and she quickly realized exactly who her ER doctor would be tonight. Just her luck.

“And speaking of, there he is. Karin, this is Dr. Hitsugaya and he’ll be the doctor in charge of the emergency room tonight.”

She could have kicked herself; she really should have put the pieces together. What was the likelihood she’d run into Toshiro at the coffee shop next to the hospital before her night shift randomly? Very slim.

“Hello again Karin.” He said with a small smirk, and she couldn’t help but notice the new green dress shirt he was wearing underneath his white coat brought out those piercing eyes of his. He was really so unfair.

“Toshiro.”

His eyebrow twitched; an annoyed reaction Karin was thrilled to evoke.

“Karin how many times do I have to tell you it’s Dr. Hitsugaya.”

“Oh, you two have already met then?” Yuki interrupted innocently.

Yes, yes, they had. She had an embarrassing schoolgirl crush on him, thought their weird sexual tension might lead somewhere only for him to leave after his residency never to be seen again. She was only a little bitter. But it was FINE.

“Yes, we used to work together at another hospital.” He smoothly replied and Karin was thankful he didn’t bring up her family and exactly which hospital they’d worked at. She didn’t want to be known as Kurosaki Junior again and he seemed to understand.

“Well, I hope we have a good shift Toshiro.”

His eyebrow twitched again, and she couldn’t help but feel pride at how she could drive him so crazy in such a short amount of time.

As it turned out Karin did have a pretty good shift with only a few hiccups. Thankfully, nothing too insane happened and as Yuki promised beds 6 to 12 were pretty relaxed. The most notable patient was a man who had smashed his hand through a fish tank.

Karin was forced to carefully tweeze out the glass while one half of his family yelled at him across the bed about his recklessness. From what she could gather the two sides of the family were arguing about some family recipe and it had led to an all-out brawl.

She was a little chagrined when the other half of the family arrived twenty minutes later with his cousin who had third degree burns from cooking said family recipe.

Overall Christmas Eve wasn’t that bad. Karin had learned about the hospital staff more than anything. Mostly that they were a bit crazy. At first Karin hadn’t immediately noticed the mistletoe pretty much EVERYWHERE in the hospital but the more she paid attention the worse it got. Every doorway, archway, hallway, and windowsill were covered in the plant. There was even some hanging off the light fixtures. She privately thought it was a terrible fire hazard but whatever.

After hours of encountering, it at every corner of the hospital during her shift she caved and asked what it was about on her lunch break. Matsumoto, an impressive veteran ER nurse whose only goal in life seemed to be to drive Toshiro insane, was more than happy to let her in on the hospital gossip.

Only for Karin to find out it was all over some ridiculous wager. Apparently, there was a longstanding bet in the hospital about who could catch a certain white-haired doctor under the mistletoe first.

In four years running, not one had ever been able to kiss him. Doctors, nurses, and X-ray techs alike had all tried their hand but to no avail. Not a single soul had ever gotten near him.

Karin couldn’t help feeling a little pleased about this. So, what if she still harboured a little crush on the man and was smug no one had snagged him yet? Who could blame her, he was hot.

It was widely believed Toshiro was some sort of ninja in his spare time because he’d never been spotted near the mistletoe which was an impressive feat seeing as how it covered every possible surface.

“So why does everyone want to kiss him so bad? Other than the bet of course?”

“Karin have you seen that man, who wouldn’t want to kiss a face like that?”

“Fair point.” She was willing to admit he was indeed a very fine specimen.

“So, who are you betting on this year Matsumoto?”

“You.” And with that ominous answer, Matsumoto winked, grabbed her empty tray and left the cafeteria.

Karin could only gape at her back.

The rest of her shift was just as relaxed as the beginning and for that Karin was thankful. Her mind was now completely filled with Matsumoto’s last words. What was she supposed to do with that? Why would she have a chance of winning that bet with Toshiro. Did Matsumoto know something she didn’t? Sure, they’d shared some heated looks at her old hospital and yeah, people usually told them to get a room whenever they argued but that didn’t mean he was interested in her right? She definitely would have known if Toshiro Hitsugaya, star ER doctor had a crush on her. Or would she?

It was these thoughts that occupied her mind as she put on her street clothes and exited the hospital for the night on complete autopilot. There was no way she could have missed her first love liking her back. No way. Or at least she really hoped not.

And it was these very same thoughts that caused her to make her way down the main stairs in a daze. As she turned onto the empty sidewalk right outside the hospital, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she failed to notice the black ice covering the previously snowy sidewalk. She promptly slipped and fell onto the concrete and after that she really didn’t think of much at all.

Woozily looking up, Karin heard him muttering to himself, before her blurry vision became clear.

“Injured slipping on the sidewalk, trauma to the head, likely has a concussion.”

And then he looked up from her chart and finally noticed just who his patient was. “Karin, for fuck’s sake.”

“Hey Toshiro.” She awkwardly waved and after a moment added, “You know you have a terrible bedside manner.”

His eyebrow twitched, “It’s Dr. Hitsugaya.”

“Ya, Dr. Hitsugaya whatever, what’s my prognosis, can I go home? I want to go to bed.”

“Too bad. You’re not sleeping until I know your brain is fine or someone’s there to wake you up every two hours.”

Unfortunately, Karin’s list of people to monitor her for concussion symptoms was very short and consisted solely of Yuzu. Yuzu, who was also conveniently at her boyfriend’s for Christmas eve. Her brother and father were both working tonight and she was unsure when they’d be off. Toshiro seemed to sense this because he started to open his mouth, probably to suggest she stay at the hospital and she immediately cut him off.

“I am not staying at the hospital tonight so you can forget that.”

He gave her a withering look before responding.

“Karin, I can’t just release you and you know it. Stop being stubborn and just stay here.”

“No.”

There was a long-suffering sigh in response and then, “I guess it’s up to me to keep you entertained then.”

“Aren’t you the only ER doctor on right now? Don’t you have like other patients to deal with?” She asked defiantly, she would be going home to sleep even if it was the last thing she did. Which, it very well could be if her brain was seriously injured but she didn’t really want to worry about that.  

His eyebrow began to twitch again at this. “Yes, Karin but they’re all in stable condition for now and contrary to popular belief we’re not usually that busy on Christmas. Besides my shift is almost over anyways. I was just going to go chart for the last half hour.”

“So, I can go to sleep then?”

“No, you can nap on the couch in my office and I’ll wake you up and take you to Ichigo’s. Rukia should be home if he isn’t.”

She almost argued back but then she saw the infamous unimpressed look on his handsome face and knew not to bother. This was not an argument she would win.

“Whatever.”

Karin was momentarily confused when instead of responding Toshiro left the room, practically sprinting through the archway to avoid the mistletoe. She eased herself off the bed to follow and quickly became aware which parts of her body had taken the brunt of her fall: mainly her butt and her head. What a great Christmas eve this was shaping up to be.

She managed to settle herself just as Toshiro appeared around the corner rolling a wheelchair. “Toshiro, no.”

“Karin, yes.”

This conversation repeated several times before Toshiro simply took it upon himself to forcefully shove her into the wheelchair and Karin found herself being awkwardly wheeled down the hallway. Today was definitely not her day. She supposed having one of the most attractive doctors in the hospital dote on you wasn’t the worst thing to happen.

Toshiro’s office was exactly what she expected it to be like, overly organized and painted in different shades of grey and blue. He brought the wheelchair to a stop next to his predictably grey but very comfortable looking couch. He moved to help her to the couch, but she waved him off.

“I’ll be back I just have to go collect some paperwork. Take a nap and I’ll wake you when it’s time to leave.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, she had already maneuvered herself onto the plush couch and was ready to conk off. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was his scowling face as he ripped a sprig of mistletoe out of the doorjamb.

She woke next to blaring hospital lights as she was once again wheeled down the hallway, this time towards the parking garage. “Do I want to know how you got me back into this wheelchair without waking me up?”

“With great difficulty Kurosaki and that’s all you need to know.”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t want to know. So, there’s no way I can convince you to just drop me off at my apartment, right?”

“Not unless I stay the night Karin and to be honest me sleeping on the couch in that situation is not how I had imagined that would play out.”

Was that flirting? That was definitely flirting but she wasn’t going to call him out on it. She didn’t have the presence of mind to verbally spar with him right now. But clearly her sleep deprived brain had other ideas.

“So, tell me Toshiro who do you think is going to win the hospital mistletoe bet this year?”

 Why did she bring that up????

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied easily as they arrived at his black BMW.

“Yes, you do, and quite frankly I’m impressed I’ve never seen someone literally somersault away from a group of nurses.”

He groaned as he courteously opened her door before helping her inside his of course perfectly clean car.

“Karin it’s not funny, it’s gotten to the point where I dread the Christmas season. I considered an extended leave of absence for the whole month of December.” His face as he started the car told he was 100% serious.

“Why don’t you just kiss someone then?” She asked as he started the car, making his way towards her brother’s apartment. His unenthusiastic grunt was her only response.

“You could even rig the betting pool; I’d bet Matsumoto would help you and you would make bank.”

“Of course, you’d suggest something like that Kurosaki.”

“Yeah, just so long as I’m in on it, I want a piece of the cut.”

This time she got an amused look in response instead of annoyance.

“No but for real just pick a cute nurse, give her a smooch and it’s all over. Four Decembers is a long time to deal with this.” Somehow, she managed to refrain from suggesting she herself be this cute nurse, but she was sure if he really wanted, he could figure it out.

“They usually start in November.”

“Even worse.”

The rest of the ride was spent in their usual amicable silence. A few times Karin almost nodded off but was pleasantly awoken by a swift smack in the arm each time. Stupid doctor Toshiro.

They arrived at her brother’s apartment soon enough and she nearly had to fight Toshiro so he wouldn’t go inside and apprise Rukia of the whole situation. “I may be tired but I’m not tired enough not to let Rukia know I probably have a concussion.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways thanks for taking care of me, I owe you a favour.” She said as she dragged herself out of the warm car and around towards the building entrance. She was about to give one more wave when the driver’s side window rolled down and Toshiro beckoned her over.

“Can I collect on my favour now?”

She gave him what she was sure was a very confused look, what could he possibly want from concussion Karin at 4 am on Christmas morning?

She bent down closer to the window to ask him what the hell he could possibly want from her when suddenly her sleepy brain was made aware of the fact that Toshiro Hitsugaya was suddenly holding something above her head, and it was mistletoe. Her eyes went back and forth between him and the plant for several seconds before she finally spoke.

“Really this is your big move. I’ve been waiting for this since I was 21 stupid.”

“Whatever Kurosaki are you going to put me out of my misery or do I have to spend the next 4 Decembers avoiding this stupid plant again.”

He looked entirely too pleased with himself but really Karin could deal with it if she got to kiss one of the hottest ER doctors. Who could complain?

The next morning Matsumoto won the betting pool and was seen discreetly sharing her earnings with a certain white-haired doctor and his new girlfriend in the break room a few days later.

#hitsukarin secret santa #:) #HitsuKarin

[liquorisce]

decisions, decisions

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings: Ichihime

Rating: K+

part 2

A/N: I really just miss bleach and wanted some post tybw banter between the Karakura Town folks. I know there’s no point wishing for a slice of life manga about these babies finishing school or college or whatever, so here’s a little fic on our beloved teens grappling with career choices. (ft. Ichigo unable to deal with feelings or the fact that Orihime might leave town for University hehe)

…

He stares absentmindedly at the football field in front of him, fond memories of different sports clubs wooing him to join. The fights he’s had, the punches he’s taken, the ridiculous antics that he’d gotten up to over the years… It’s all going to be different now, huh. The large brown envelope marked ‘career counseling and university applications’, certainly indicated so.

“And?” Tatsuki asks, as she plops onto the bench besides him, “… how’d the career counseling go?” 

“… Well, I’d pretty much expected it after the survey outcome, but I think I’ll study English.” 

“Well yeah, it makes sense. You’re pretty much the only one in class who can string together two sentences in English successfully,” Mizuiro says, not looking up from his cellphone. 

“Huuuuh, this makes no sense! A delinquent studying English?! I thought only fancy girls from elite private schools study that shit,” Keigo whines, before suddenly gasping in realization. He gives Ichigo a sly smile, “Or is that the reason why you want to choose English? To study in a class with pretty rich girls?!” 

Ichigo rolls his eyes. He could deny it all he wants, but he’s realized Keigo’s assumptions had already gone too far judging from the dreamy-eyed look in his eyes. “Ne, Ichigo, you’ll introduce us to the pretty girls too, right?” 

“For fuck’s sake,” he splutters, “I’m not Mizuiro,” - 

“Well, I don’t really need help with the introductions,” Mizuiro states, “so please don’t club me with yourself, Asano-san.” 

“You’ll have to apply out of town though, right?” Tatsuki interjects, “Does the public university here even offer foreign language courses?” 

“… It’s new,” he mutters, thankful for Tatsuki’s change of topic, “They’re starting a Modern English Studies programme here this year, and next year they plan on having an English Lit specialization as well, so that might be interesting. Not many people know of it because it’s Karakura and they’re shit at advertising so I’m hoping that’ll increase my chances of getting in.” 

“I’m kind of jealous of you guys,” she says wistfully, “you’ll all be going to university together. Don’t forget to invite me to your fancy university parties okay?” 

“… No promises” - 

“But Arisawa-san will be so busy, traveling all over the country for her competitions. It’s not our fault if you miss out on all the… ahem… latest developments,” Mizuiro says, with a wink. 

“Right, about that, I’m going to count on you to keep an eye on them and report everything, okay?” she responds, grinning to herself. If the two idiots didn’t manage to confess to each other even in university, she’d truly give up on the concept of love.

“What are you idiots conspiring about?” Ichigo asks, completely clueless about the winks and the mischievous smiles being exchanged between Tatsuki and Mizuiro. “What ‘developments’ are you talking about? And who’s ‘them’ ?!”

“That’s between the two of us,” she says cheekily, “besides, where’s Orihime?” 

…

Ichigo is the first to spot her. He calls out to her noticing her shuffling out of the counselor’s office in a daze. She’s different today, he notices, her cheery smile replaced by a completely chewed lower lip, her grey eyes worried and anxious.  

“What happened to you?” Tatsuki exclaims, “You like you’re about to cry?” 

“… What did the counselor say?” Ichigo asks, finding himself having to suppress this irrational anger at the idea of someone upsetting Orihime. It’s ridiculous, this reaction, but he adds it to the growing list of recently observed ridiculousness she evokes from him.  

“I just… I’m so confused about this whole University thing!” she whines, miserably. He smiles at this, because she’s not alone in feeling this way, but her somewhat childish outburst just makes him relax a little. Gives him comfort that she isn’t suffering from something in her lonesome, that unlike a couple of years ago, she feels comfortable in sharing what’s on her mind. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t even bother. It would be easier to just start working, it would make more sense financially too.” She’d started rambling to herself at this point. “… That’s right, I could just keep working at the bakery and maybe someday I could have my own,” - 

“Inoue, I’m not sure how many people would enjoy your unique flavour profiles,” - 

“… Shut up, Ichigo” - there’s a loud whack sound in the background, but Orihime doesn’t notice - 

“… and I could do multiple jobs, be a babysitter, work at Dunkin Donuts, it’ll be so much simpler,” - 

“Orihime,” Tatsuki raises her voice, shaking her out of her monologue. “What’s going on? I thought you wanted to go to University? And this can’t be about your grades, they’re almost perfect. 

“… And what about your career aptitude survey?” Ichigo nudged,  “Didn’t that help you decide what you want to study?”  

“Eh…,” She smiles at him sheepishly, “Um, unfortunately I couldn’t make too much out of that,” - 

“Of course,” Tatsuki sighs, sarcastically, “Our little girl genius here has shown an aptitude for so many professions that it hasn’t helped in the slightest.” 

Ichigo gapes at her in shock. “… It’s not like that Tatsuki-chan,” she denies vehemently, a pretty pink blush dusting her cheeks. “Besides, it’s not just what I want to study…” she trails off, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. 

“Ochi-sensei suggested I could try applying to University out of town as well,” she finishes quietly, looking nervously at her own feet. 

Ichigo finds himself at a loss of words. What she’s saying isn’t particularly insane, many of their classmates harboured dreams of moving to bigger cities, even Tatsuki’s karate championships would take her out of town so often, it was almost as good as her moving away, and Chad intended on training at a camp not too far out of town and then hitting the boxing circuit…

But listening to Orihime saying it, in her soft, serious voice, head bent over, it just made everything feel so much more real. And the thought of her leaving Karakura - 

“That’s amazing, Inoue-san,” Mizuiro exclaimed, for once lifting his attention away from his constant stream of texts, “Do you think you’d move to Tokyo? I wanted to apply, but the counselor made it pretty clear that with my grades I didn’t stand a chance…” 

Tokyo?! That was literally 3 hours away by car. Way too far.

“That’s an excellent idea” Keigo gasps, “Inoue-chan, this town is no place for a beauty like you” -

“You have so much potential, Orihime,” Tatsuki says softly, dismissing Keigo’s clownery, and feeling somewhat proud of what her insanely smart yet ridiculously underconfident best friend, “you shouldn’t waste it on babysitting and working in a donut shop.” She looks at Ichigo, who seemed to be somewhat in shock, his scowl intense and focused on Orihime. 

“Say something, moron, and drop the scary look,” she whispers. 

But he couldn’t, really, didn’t know what to say besides, no, flat out, because that was the only thing that kept repeating over and over in his mind. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Are you… sure you want to leave town?” 

“I-I don’t know,” she looks up at him, her face crumpled and downright miserable, and he hated it, hated when she looked at him that way, hated what she was saying, and hated this consuming feel that was taking over him. “I mean, I want to stay. I want to stay with you and Tatsuki-chan, and Sado-kun and Ishida-kun, and Kojima-san and Asano-san and go to class together, and eat lunch together, but…” 

But it’s not going to be like that anymore. She didn’t have to say it for him to understand. He didn’t think he was a sentimental guy, but he’d been doing his best not to deal with this fact. And he wanted to scream at the world, really, because after the last couple of outrageous school years that they’ve had, he’d really appreciate some time to relax with his friends and go through the motions of a regular high school life, participate in the cultural fest, ask a girl out on a date… 

“… It’s not going to be that different, Orihime,” Tatsuki says, interrupting his thoughts, but you can hear it in her voice, the guilt, the bittersweet recognition that despite her own excitement for her career, she had precious relationships that she may not have as much time for. But she tries to muster up the encouragement for her friend, “… I’ll still be around, and so will many of us, and we can all meet up after classes. If you decide to stay that is. But if you do decide to leave, we’ll have Skype calls, and you’ll make new friends,” - 

Ichigo shoots her an annoyed look. Orihime was supposed to be Tatsuki’s best friend. And he just didn’t understand why the hell she would actually be encouraging her to go to an unknown city, with more than 10 million people, with her accident-prone nature and her unfailing ability to attract creeps. “It’ll be fine,” he says, gruffly, convincing himself that she will be, because she’s strong and smart and good-natured, and she’ll take care of herself just fine, “… I’m sure you’ll do amazing if you decide to study somewhere else.” 

“But…,” and this is the harder part, overcoming this absurd lump in his throat, weighing down on him unbearably. Saying it would mean admitting it, admitting it to himself and maybe considering that this feeling had further reaching implications that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Was it so crazy that he really, really didn’t want her to leave?

“… It would be really nice if you stayed.”

A/N: I’m fairly shit at this, but I want more of them, so I think I’ll continue with a couple more of these and maybe some more pining when they enter uni, cuz WHO CAN RESIST ICHIHIME PINING

If you reached all the way here, THX for reading! pls like or reblog or whatevs or just talk to me about ichihime PLS <3</i>

#bleach #ichihime #kurosaki ichigo #inoue orihime #liquorisce fanfiction

[glacies-tempestatem]

@strcngered said: “I’m trying to flirt with you.” from a very flustered Uryū

Send “I’m trying to flirt with you.” for my muse’s reaction.

—[ 氷の女王]— Rukia and Uryuu were at his home, as his father was not at town, at least for two weeks. That was mostly the reason of why the Quincy invited her to invite her to spend some days in Karakura, because he was living in the house of his father until he returns. She accepted without hesitate, the Shinigami needed to break with her routine for a few days, and was a perfect occasion, without add that she would be able to visit her friends meantime.

Rukia was extremely grateful with her friend and one of the little details she did for him. Ryuken’s house is certainly elegant, luminous and certainly, enormous just for one persons. She is aware that since some years, Uryuu abandoned the house of his father, and she respect such decision, but she supposed he still likes to stay there and probably has good memories of his childhood living there.  

As a signal of appreciation for allowed her to stay at his house, one morning Rukia did the breakfast for her friend and shared it with him on the bed. Apparently she reached her target, enchant him and melt his heart, but she always did it as a gesture of politeness and friendly. After it, they used to have dinner together, mostly because during the day Rukia is visiting some of her friends and spending time with them.

As was Friday night, and they were talking normally, as they usually do. He had sometimes mentioned how much he loved her presence at the house and that he liked to spend time with her, and time to time, he replied with a compliment about her eyes or her body, and she just thought it would be polite do the same. Rukia told how nice and important he become to her and mostly that she values their friendship, and indeed, commented that his sapphire eyes are pretty unique and nice. Nonetheless, at a point of the conversation, he mentioned that phrase and she only could look at him speechless. She did not take as an offense or something; it just took her by surprise. Mostly because she never thought, he would flirt with someone like her. After all, the noble lady is a Shinigami, and is aware of how ‘unacceptable’ could be the fact they would even date.

“W-w-what?! You can’t be serious. I mean… I know that have purple eyes isn’t the most often thing, but I never thought, you know… you were flirting me!” She was clearly confused and even more blushed than he, if that was even possible. “I mean…. I don’t know! I never thought you’d see me truly as an attractive girl or something, because I’m a Shinigami after all.”

#rukia answers #strcngered #is full of context lmao #and I based it on the the old thread im working #but c'on #you dont need to write as much as I did #But you're free #and I hope it likes you

[darisu-chan]

Through Your Eyes

Here I got y’all a treat for Ichigo’s birthday. A day late but what else is new.

You can also read it here.

Please enjoy!

Summary: “You really don’t see how you two look at each other?”

It was a typical day with his friends. That is to say that it wasn’t typical. Not at all. In fact, it was pandemonium. His human friends weren’t all that normal to begin with ─ and not only because half of them had some type of supernatural power he hadn’t yet grasped how they came to get, but since he, himself, was a weird combination of several beings that weren’t supposed to exist, long ago he had decided to drop the subject ─ but paired up with his Shinigami friends, it was as if an asteroid had collided straight into a house party filled with drunk, drugged and hormonal teenagers shooting fireworks up from their asses. Wow. Studying literature had truly made him more hyperbolic.

In reality, what was happening was that word got out in Soul Society that Ichigo had just turned twenty (he blamed Renji for that one), which meant that he had reached the official legal drinking age, aka he was old enough now to get plastered with the lot of them. Not that Rangiku-san hadn’t tried to get him drunk at some point. He still remembered that roughly a few days after turning eighteen, the older woman had spiked his otherwise non-assuming tea with sake. One sip and his face had become flustered as he stuttered and yelled bloody murder. The others thought it was funny. Ichigo was sure the situation would have escalated hadn’t it been for a very pissed off Toshirou who had crashed their little reunion with the express intent of collecting his lieutenant. The whole place froze over faster than on the coldest of winter days.

But, now, Ichigo wasn’t protected by neither the country’s rules and regulations nor Toshirou’s aid. (“Well it seems you’re finally an adult, Kurosaki. Take care of Matsumoto for me.” The young captain had told him briefly after congratulating him for his birthday. Ichigo didn’t have the heart to point out he had been an adult for two years already, and that he had always looked older than Toshirou himself, even when he was only fifteen.) Rangiku, sanctioned by the Captain Commander, had taken advantage of this and had dragged her drunk buddies plus Rukia to Karakura, where she had basically trespassed into his room. The rambunctious group had asked him for the best bar in town. Ichigo had no idea where that could be and here’s where he made the first mistake of the night.

He called Mizuiro.

His friend was older than him by about two months, and had been hitting the bars ever since. It’s the best way to meet ladies, he had explained. Though Ichigo was pretty sure he had been drinking since before his twentieth birthday. Now, though, Mizuiro, to his credit, did recommend them a nice place. It certainly didn’t look as shady as the places the Shinigami tended to frequent. The problem in itself was that after giving him directions to get to the place, he had added a cryptic “See you in 20.” And truth to his word, twenty minutes later, Mizuiro was at the bar… with the whole gang.

There was Keigo, who frankly already looked tipsy, Chad, as silent and calm as always, Tatsuki, who had just turned twenty as well two days before, Inoue and Ishida. Now, most of his friends were already twenty, except for Inoue and Ishida, who were the youngest ones, and weren’t going to be twenty for a few more months. That didn’t seem to matter to Mizuiro or the owners of the bar. Not that his friends were drinking alcohol or anything. Ishida was sipping what looked like a grey earl and Inoue was happy with her glass of lemonade. Tatsuki and Chad seemed happy with their beer pint. And Keigo and Mizuiro had gone all out, ordering two bottles of sake before they even could arrive. Rangiku-san’s eyes sparkled after noticing this fact and declared Mizuiro was the best human in the world. The other Shinigami cheered in return and from then on things took a wild turn.

First of all, even though Keigo had had his eyes on Rangiku-san ever since he saw her about five years before, the flirty woman seemed enraptured in whatever tale Mizuiro was spinning. His friend was still very much attracted to older women, and who better than a woman that was more than a hundred years old and that didn’t look a day past twenty five. That, of course, made Keigo insanely unhappy and had started to retell his woes to Hisagi-san, who was also not fairing any better at seeing a mere human flirt with the girl he had been after for decades. Needless to say, after a couple of sake shots, the two of them soon burst into tears and drunkenly sang their laments out loud. On the other side of the table, Ikkaku had become hell-bent on getting Chad drunk. He still couldn’t believe the gentle giant hadn’t once been drunk in his entire life, an outstanding feat for someone who got hammered almost daily right after work. He had, then, dared Chad to drink shot after shot of sake in the hopes he’d get more than a little tipsy. Tatsuki immediately jumped at the chance to defend her friend, her competitive streak appearing as she claimed Chad would never lose. This spiked Renji’s interest, who immediately backed Ikkaku up on his dare. As for Yumichika, although he had declared early on that betting on alcohol was ugly, he still seemed pretty interested in the outcome. And so it began the worst competition ever, in which the rest managed to get wasted before the challenger could even complete his shots. Even Inoue and Ishida, who legally weren’t allowed to drink anything, had somehow gotten roped into the whole affair. He had certainly never heard Ishida laugh so loud ever. Inoue was also a sleepy drunk, who had ended up snoring on top of Chad, who, by some miracle, was still very much sober and still doing all of his shots.

Talk about a fucking nightmare.

The only thing that could have made this any worse was if, somehow, Kenpachi and Grimmjow crashed the place, wanting to fight him then and there now that he was a grown ass man. Or Byakuya suddenly appearing, claiming he stepped on his pride one way or another.

Thankfully, none of that happened, but his friends were embarrassing enough for him to dutifully brood in the only hidden corner of the table, nursing his half-full pint of beer. There was no way he would get drunk. The only other sober, and dare he say it, sane person in the table was Rukia. She had taken a couple of sips of sake, but despite her small stature, she had a high tolerance for alcohol. “That’s what happens when you grow up in Inuzuri.” She had once told him, smiling even when the memories must have been painful to her. Currently, the small Shinigami seemed more amused than she should’ve been at watching the mess their friends had created.

“Your friends are so lively.” She suddenly said, in that annoying voice of hers.

Ichigo snorted. “I’d use another word for them.” He answered and waited a few seconds until his mind processed the whole phrase. “Hey! Whaddaya mean my friends?! They’re yours too!”

Rukia just laughed at his accusation. “I suppose they are. Although they definitely didn’t go all out for my birthday.”

Of course they didn’t.

Byakuya would kill them all if they somehow got his precious sister drunk.

Besides, they preferred messing with him for whatever reason. Rukia had once told him it was because he was easy to annoy. Ironically, her comment had annoyed him. Not like he would ever tell her that, anyway. It would only rile her up, and give her more reasons to pester him.

Scooting closer to her, Ichigo took a sip of his drink and then turned to look at her. “Next year, let’s do something fun.”

She raised an elegant eyebrow at that. “For my birthday or yours?”

He made a show of considering it for a moment, before simply answering, “Both.”

Rukia laughed at that, the sound tingling in his ears. Somehow, even with the loud music blasting from the speakers and their friends’ boisterous laughter, he had heard her clearly, as if the only people in the world were Rukia and he.

“Greedy.” She muttered as a reply.

“How’s that greedy? I’d say it’s rather generous.”

“How so? Isn’t that just an excuse to party twice?”

Ichigo shook his head, amused. “It wouldn’t be a party. Just the two of us.”

That got her attention. Rukia looked down, as her fingers fidgeted in her lap, and then right back at him. She bit her lip, as if contemplating something. Then her eyes darkened as she smiled coyly at him. “Oh? So you want me all to yourself, Kurosaki-kun~?” She said playfully, barely containing her own laughter.

“Tch.” He grumbled. What a tease. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“What did you mean, then?” She was unwilling to let all this matter go, not that Ichigo would give her the satisfaction of falling into her obvious trap.

“Well, it’s just you don’t really like parties that much, and to be honest they’re not my scene either.” He replied, gesturing at their table and the shenanigans their mutual friends were currently engaging in. Most were singing, very badly might he add, a birthday song for him.

Rukia giggled. “I suppose you’re right.”

“’sides, we hardly spend time with each other… just the two of us…like old times…”

Ever since the end of the Quincy War, there had been long periods of time in which he had hardly seen Rukia. And, make no mistake, Ichigo got it. He knew they were all busy picking up the pieces of their destroyed world, and trying to put it back together. In many ways, they were putting themselves back together. The horrors they had all gone through were enough to traumatize even the most seasoned warriors. He had tried to help as best as he could, but there were many things he had to take care of himself, back home. With high school ending and his college life starting, and Rukia pretty much becoming the whole leader of her squad, there was not much time left to just hang out together. And he missed that. He missed their adventures or just casually being able to sit next to her. He loved all of his friends, sure, but there was something special about his relationship with Rukia, and nothing else could ever compare to it.

Sensing his distress, Rukia leaned closer. She searched for something deep within him, and when she found it, she breathed intently. “So you really want me all to yourself?” She said the words so lowly he couldn’t have heard her with all the noise around them, but he had.

“Maybe…”

He left his words hanging as he stared right into her eyes. Under the bar’s lighting, they seemed to glow and burn. It might have been his imagination, but Ichigo could have sworn she had gotten closer. From this position, her hair tickled his jaw in a way which made him shiver. Their breaths mingled together and the temperature in the room skyrocketed. He was suddenly very aware of his heart beating ferociously as he noticed Rukia licking her pink lips. He imitated the gesture, and it was then it dawned on him that, if he moved down just a little bit, they would kiss. The thought wasn’t as frightening as he would have thought it to be. Had this been four years before, he would have pulled away immediately, denying what he was feeling in his very core. But Ichigo was no longer a boy. He was now a grown man, and he couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull he felt where Rukia was involved. He saw her close her eyes and he followed suit, the connection between them not breaking even once. He leaned down and he felt her breaths come faster and then slower. He was so close he could already feel her softness and the taste of her─

“Kurosaki-kun!” Inoue shouted from the other side of the table, swaying side by side on her seat, her right armed wrapped around Ishida, her left on Chad. “Sing with us!” She exclaimed.

The spell broken, Ichigo sat up straighter, but didn’t move far from Rukia. “No, absolutely not!” He refused his friend, praying they were far too long to see how red his cheeks looked. Next to him, Rukia also straightened.

“Too afraid to sing, Kurosaki?” Ishida taunted him, even though nobody could have taken him seriously, giving the fact his shirt was stained and his glasses were in disarray.

“Shut up.” Ichigo retorted without much bite.

Renji cackled. “He knows he can’t win against us!”

“Let’s show him!” Ikkaku exclaimed.

Next thing they knew, they were all singing again, except for Chad, who remained impassive, Keigo, who had long since passed out, and Mizuiro, who was recording the whole affair. Ichigo would have liked to feel mad at them, but he knew he couldn’t. At the end of the day, no matter how embarrassing they all were, his friends wanted to see him happy. That’s why they were celebrating his birthday to begin with. Next to him, Rukia chuckled at them and her laughter was contagious. Soon he joined in, followed by the whole table, his friends erupting in laughter all around him, even Chad cracked a smile.

To no one’s surprise, they were soon asked to leave the place when their impromptu singing competition got too out of hand. The chore of extracting their drunk friends and getting them home safely fell to them. Thankfully, Urahara had let the Shinigami crash in his store. The man had probably had a hand in orchestrating the party to begin with, so Ichigo had no qualms in dumping five wasted death gods at his doorstep. They were his problem now.

Now the problem was that they had to get his human friends to their respective homes.

“I’ll get Inoue and Arizawa home.” Rukia told them.

“You sure?” Ichigo asked her, feeling worried.

“It’s no problem. I’ve got this.” Behind her, Inoue and Tatsuki were giggling as they held each other. It seemed like a pain, but perhaps Rukia was already used to dealing with drunk people on a daily basis.

“Alright. Chad and I’ll get the rest home.”

With that said, they separated, Rukia gently pushing the girls in the direction of Inoue’s apartment, Chad carrying Keigo in his arms, while Ichigo put Ishida’s arm around his shoulder and helped him walk. The journey was mostly silent except for Mizuiro typing on his phone and Ishida saying nonsense.

“Oi! How come you’re not that drunk?” He turned to his friend.

“Hmm?” Mizuiro muttered, blinking away from his phone. “I don’t get drunk that easily. I just pretend to be wasted so that the others keep drinking too.”

Ichigo got goosebumps after listening to those words. “Man, you’re scary.”

The young man only smirked at him. “Well, my apartment’s that way. See ya.”

“Hey! You’re not gonna let Keigo crash with you?!”

“Nope. Happy birthday, Ichigo!”

Happy birthday his ass.

Groaning, he nodded to Chad and they decided to continue forward, in the direction of Ishida’s place. Thankfully, nothing remarkable happened on the way, except for his friend tripping once or twice. Using the spare keys Ishida had given him at one point, (“In case you mess up and need my help,” as he had told him) they went in and left the former Quincy sleeping on his bed. Sighing, he turned to look at Keigo, whom Chad was still carrying. Only one more.

The two friends resumed walking, this time towards where Keigo lived. Ichigo thought it wouldn’t be any different to all the other times he had walked beside Chad. There was always an amiable silence engulfing them, one Ichigo rejoiced in as his life was often more chaotic than not. Chad brought him this peace, not only because he was a quiet person himself, but because he understood all the disturbances Ichigo faced day by day. This time, however, Chad was the one to speak first.

“You really don’t see it, huh?” He wondered out loud, his voice resounding in the empty street.

“Don’t see what?” Ichigo asked, thinking that there was danger looming all around them.

“You really don’t see how you two look at each other?” Chad tried again, this time looking at Ichigo.

Bewildered, he blinked once, then twice. “Huh?” He said at last. “Who do you mean?”

“Kuchiki and you.”

“Oh.”

Silence was present once again, as Ichigo mulled over his thoughts.

“I’ve been observing you two for years.” Chad said, not pausing to let his friend speak. “At first, I was intrigued by your relationship with her. You’re not the type to open up to people in such a short amount of time, then again, you act different when it comes to her. You don’t treat her like you treat Arizawa or Inoue, or even your sisters. And then, when we went to Soul Society to save her, I think I finally understood.”

That made the two stop walking. Ichigo did not know what to say. He couldn’t deny what Chad was saying, because all of it was true. Yet, he didn’t know where he was going with this. What was it he wasn’t seeing?

“Through the years, I’ve wondered if you were aware of how you look at her when you think no one’s watching. Your eyes acquire this softness, as if she’s the most precious thing in the world. You’re soft with her. You smile tenderly at her only. Your eyes just light up when she’s next to you. Even when you fight, you end up looking at her in that same way.”

Chad’s words flustered him. He hadn’t thought he had been that obvious. No one had pointed it out before. His other friends could have used this knowledge as an opportunity to pester him, to embarrass him and admit things he didn’t wish to, and yet, they still hadn’t said a thing. Even his father had remained silent on this matter. Only now Chad was confronting him. For whatever purpose, Ichigo didn’t know, but he felt as if he needed to explain himself.

“I…”

“And you don’t even notice she looks at you in the same way.”

Ichigo stopped dead on his tracks and looked at Chad, wide eyed.

“Kuchiki’s more difficult to read, but I can see it. She’s just like you. Hard around the edges, but soft and tender on the inside. You bring out that tenderness. She looks at you as if she’s seeing the sun for the first time after a long winter. You can see how proud she is of you by how her lips curl up in a smile when she’s watching you. Even when she’s annoyed at you, the fire gives way to warmth. It’s like ice melting. And it only happens when she looks at you.”

He felt like he had stopped breathing, his throat drying. Was that how it was? He had never noticed, too preoccupied with looking at her, just taking in her overall presence, that he had forgotten to actually look at all the little details. Ichigo had never been the most observant, as his friends could attest, but now even he felt like an idiot for missing something as momentous as this. For how long had this been going on? Another part of himself, the darkest, most self-deprecating part, wanted to argue that this couldn’t possibly be true. That Rukia would never look at him in a special way. Surely, he would have seen it.

“But Ren─”

“It still amazes me how neither of you has noticed.” Chad interrupted him before continuing down that path. “All of us know.”

“What?!”

“Possibly even most of the Shinigami you’ve met.”

That left him gaping.

“While you two are clueless… Well, maybe not so clueless anymore.” Chad said as he scratched his beard. “You almost kissed tonight after all.”

Ichigo’s cheeks somehow grew redder. “You saw that, huh?”

“It was impossible not to see. I was sitting right in front of you.”

His words made him feel sheepish. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ve been waiting for some progress all these years.”

He sputtered. “Chad!” He yelped, feeling beyond embarrassed.

“Ichigo.” Chad called him, now growing serious.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t said anything because I thought you’d sort it out eventually, but this has been going on for far too long and it’s bordering on being absurd.”

Ichigo laughed at that. Way to put it bluntly.

“I just… I’m scared, y’know? That it won’t work out. That it’s not what Rukia wants…”

“Believe me, she wants it. And after everything you’ve gone through together, I think it’ll work.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good, now go home.” Chad said, motioning towards the direction of his house.

“Wait, what? Don’t you want me to go with you?”

“No. I can handle this.” The man said. “And Kuchiki is nearing your house, you should probably go to her.”

Ichigo sighed, finally relaxing. “I’ll go then.”

His friend grunted, returning to his silent self, and continued walking with Keigo in his arms, still blissfully unaware of everything that had happened.

“Oh, and Chad?”

The man turned around.

“Thanks for the pep talk.”

“No problem.”

Waving Chad goodbye, Ichigo walked on the opposite direction, when he started running. He didn’t know why but feeling Rukia’s reiatsu flowing so close to him, spurred him on to go to her as fast as he could. He found her halfway, eyes widening at seeing his disheveled state.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, standing close to him, possibly to inspect his body for potential injuries. It was in that moment that he saw exactly what Chad had told him before.

He shook his head, laughing a little. “Yeah… I was just in a rush to get home.”

Rukia chuckled, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. They never lost their warmth.

“Then we should go.”

“Yeah. We should.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a full minute, an inexplicable message passing between them. Satisfied, they pulled away and started walking back home, their hands brushing with each step they took.

“Happy birthday, Ichigo.” Rukia suddenly told him, bumping her shoulder with his.

“Thanks, Rukia.” He answered, his hand reaching to grab hers. She didn’t pull away.

With their fingers entwined, they finally went home.

#ichiruki #pro ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction #happy birthday ichigo

[rinusagitora]

The burgeoning of terror

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Karin Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara, Ichigo Kurosaki, Ururu Tsumugiya

Pairings: N/A

Words: 1,300+

Summary: Shinigami!Karin AU. WARNINGS--- graphic violence, dysfunctional families; Karin is in middle school. Karin is helpless, and the people who are supposed to help her seem intent to keep the status quo.

AO3: works/20589053

FFN: s/13384221/1/

Karin loathed gym class. Of course, she adored sports, especially soccer, but the fun was sucked out of it when she was supposed to do it for a grade. She normally smoked in the equipment closet instead.

Of course, it was a creepy place. Karin had nerves of steel. She faced death in the maws of hollows more times than she cared to count. While plusses tormented her, she maintained her cool. Still, it was windowless, stuffy. Every creak sent her hair on end.

It was creepier than usual though.

Karin put out her cigarette, picked up her phone, and dialed for Kisuke Urahara.

"Good morning, Karin-chan!" he cheerily answered. "What can I do for you?"

"I need you to come to the equipment closet at Karakura Middle School. I'm getting weird vibes from this place."

"Quick and to the point, sounds serious. I'll be there in a second."

Karin hung up. Her eyes darted around warily, back and forth, back and forth, in search of something, anything, amiss.

Kisuke melted through the walls. He held his hat on his head and grinned.

"Sure musty in here, isn't it?" he said. He pulled a rectangular device from his coat and held it up in the air. "I'm not getting anything... but, there's lots that can be setting off your reikaku, Karin-chan. You are an empath. Perhaps someone outside is upset?"

Karin looked down at her shoes. She was embarrassed to have pulled Kisuke away for nothing. "Maybe. Sorry, I'll get the hang of this shit someday."

"It's no problem. I'd rather you call me if you sense something malicious and have it turn out to be a false alarm than someone get hurt if you ignore it. I guess I'll see you again tonight, though. Have fun!"

"Bye, Urahara."

Karin probed outside with her foreign, empathetic powers. Sure enough, when she ventured into the field, hostility was potent. It churned her stomach. She wasn't close enough to any of her classmates to know who it was or what their problem was though.

There was only ten minutes left for class. She drew a frowny face in the dirt on the ground. The bell rang. Karin stood to leave, and then froze.

Tamuya Yashiki stood in the doorway. He smiled. He reeked of sinister energy.

The knife he held against his chest confirmed Karin’s feelings.

"Hello, Kurosaki," he said.

"You gonna launch into some fucked up psychobabble?" she asked lamely, as she reached behind her to grab a baseball bat.

"No. You're just... so pretty, y'know."

He charged. Karin swung her bat up. She missed. Tamuya stabbed down and caught her shoulder.

"Fuck!" Karin snapped. She dropped the bat and kneed his balls. He yelped. She jabbed his throat.

The knife slid between her intercostals in her back.

Karin’s vision blurred. She piled in a heap on the floor and feebly wheezed. Her lungs burned like never before. With every breath, her blood gushed from her back.

Tamuya laid next to her. He caressed her face with his clean hand. "You're like a pretty china doll. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." he said. He kissed her. Karin spit up blood. He happily licked it off his lips.

Kisuke's sandal connected with Tamuya's temple. He chanted, and Tamuya's chest opened like a hollow's.

---

Karin’s eyes opened to the beige ceiling of Kisuke's guest room. Her lungs still burned and she began to hyperventilate. Panic ripped through her body. She would have had to watch Tamuya play with her remains before she was exorcised if Kisuke was even a minute later.

"He died, you know," Ururu said unceremoniously, with obvious disgust. She sat next on the floor next to Karin's bed with a thin novel open between her hands. "Good riddance and all, but... Dad says he was possessed by a hollow with the ability to puppet people's bodies when he attacked you. It’s nasty thinking about it."

"That's... fucked up." Karin croaked. "Was he exorcised?"

"No. He's still at large." Ururu closed her book. "You shouldn’t be alone anymore. I know you don't like school, but you're a tasty morsel to hollows with your reiatsu. I know it’s a contemptible thing to say, but at least when you’re with your classmates, you can use them as shields."

"... yeah," Karin agreed. She felt light-headed. It was contemptible, and she refused to use human life like something as easily discarded as trash. She and many other people were sure to succumb if she didn't learn how to protect herself. "I'll start attending class." She needed to talk to Ichigo as well.

---

Karin was not on speaking terms with Ichigo since the Winter War. She needed his help, though.

She knocked on her brother's door before she forced herself in.

"Karin, is everything okay?"

"Well... no.” She nervously picked at her cuticles. “We need to talk about shinigami thing," she said.

"Shinigami? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Cut the crap. Captain Toushirou Hitsugaya and Kisuke Urahara have told me about you. Right now, I don't care what your reasons are for keeping this shit from me, but I'm in danger. I was almost killed by one of my classmates who was possessed by a hollow. Teach me how to control my powers and use them against hollows."

Ichigo cleared the room between them. He grabbed her by her shoulders, his fingers dug into her shoulders. "Karin, you can't get involved in this! Do you understand dangerous these powers are?"

"I'm already involved!" Karin snapped. "I was fucking stabbed in my lung. My best option now is to run away. I don't ask for much, all I want is your help so I can protect innocent lives."

"No. You are safer as you are now. The stronger you are, the more hollows you'll attract. Never go anywhere alone, and run when you're being chased. That's all I can do."

"Do you want me to die?" Karin screamed. "I'm going to die if this keeps up! Do you wanna put Dad and Yuzu through another death in the family?"

"No, which is why I'm refusing to teach you."

Karin's nostrils flared. She wanted to cry. Never before had she felt so betrayed by her own family. It was like Ichigo didn't even care whether she lived or died. If he could go and fight, why couldn't she? "You're a terrible brother. When I’m killed, it's on your head. Have fun explaining that to Yuzu." she said, and then stormed away.

---

Coach's whistle blew. Karin, because of her poor attendance, was tasked to clean up after class. She collected their kickballs and headed towards the equipment closet. She stared at its entrance. From the outside, it looked like an evil place. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat and opened the door.

Tamuya rushed Karin on all fours. He knocked her over. Their kickballs flew, she bellowed with fear as his nails dug into her ribs. 

"Kurosaki! What's going on?" their coach shouted. "Stop screwing around!"

"Coach, she's bleeding!"

Tamuya's fingers crept towards Karin's eyes. She screamed and covered her face with her arms. She thrashed beneath Tamuya's ghost.

"Help!" she cried. Coach grabbed her by her underarms and dragged her away from the closet. She wept, and crawled away.

"What happened? Did something fall on you?" Coach asked.

"There's someone in there!" she cried, "Tamuya is in there!"

"Tamuya is dead! What happened in there?"

Karin fell onto her side and sobbed. “He’s gonna kill me,” she whimpered, “I’m gonna die….” Tamuya cackled and clacked his teeth.

---

Kisuke held Tamuya at arm's length, like a trivial spirit. "I wish I didn't have to kill you, but you're a real pain in the ass, kid," he said.

His cane slammed against Tamuya's forehead. He instantly disintegrated.

Karin breathed a sigh of relief. Her ribs and back ached, but she healed quickly. 

"I need help," she whispered. "I'm scared."

Kisuke's gaze was palpable. Sympathy, heartbreak. Perhaps he drew parallels between her and his own children. "We'll help, Karin-chan. Come over every day after school. I'll teach you how to protect yourself."

#bleach #karin kurosaki #kisuke urahara #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki-shiba family #ururu tsumugiya #shinigami karin au

[letmyotpsbecanon]

Karakura High Chapter 3

This girl was so confusing to him. He can't help but be suspicious of her. He couldn't help but getting mad, he doesnt need anyone to feel bad for him. If he wanted to change peoples minds about him, he would've done it a long time ago. People always have shit to say no matter who it is and no matter what they do.But having someone blatantly pity him was so degrading.Still, he couldn't help but regret what he said. She was so shaken up, almost as if she were afraid.No, that's not it. She didn't look like she was scared of me, he thought.Hi Guys! Chapter 3 is now up! 

'I dont need your pity. I dont need you to come over here acting so perfect. There's a reason I dont talk to anyone here and I sure as hell dont need some random girl ive just met to come here and give me some pity friendship. I dont care if you're scared but dont come at me with that fake shit. It pisses me off'

'W-what are you saying?' She started to tremble. Her heart dropped to her stomach, her legs felt weak and her throat went dry. She couldn't say anything else. Utterly shocked and hurt she just stood there as her eyes began to sting.

Ichigo simply got up and left, not looking at her or anyone else on his way out.

It's weird, Orihime is very popular and she knows she is. But she also knows it's not all for the right reasons. Most guys have the wrong idea of her, the way they talk to her, is almost always sexual. The way they leer at her makes her uncomfortable. She senses girls that dont like her too much because they think she's an attention seeking whore. There are rumors that she sleeps with guys so they do her homework and that's why her grades are so high. They think she's a stupid airhead that manipulates guys into doing her homework for sex. It's ridiculous.

Her popularity doesn't always attract good attention, so she can sense those who won't treat her that way. Her circle of friends is incredibly small and she knows that she can trust ichigo.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13095124/1/Karakura-High

#ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #orihime #orihime inoue #ichigo x orihime #fanfic #fanfiction #ichihime #canon #ship

[mcollawn]

Special Humans in Bleach Anime

Contains Major Spoilers for Bleach

Bleach has lots of lore that is reflected in the many races. The audience is shown entire arcs, where particular races undergo quarrels, and declare war; Predominantly on Soul Society. The one race underestimated in Bleach is the Humans. Throughout Bleach, there are various cases where individual humans have high power levels. High spiritual pressures are equivalent to someone's magic, or power, in the given series. When humans have abnormal levels of energy in their souls, they tend to attract humankind's natural foe; The hollows. These unique humans range from high-specs humans, Substitute Soulreapers, Modified Souls, Quincies, Bounts, and Fullbringers.

Humans that do not have a specific role, are categorized as "high-specs". There are a few characters in Bleach who divide themselves into common and rare types of high specs. The common types express mediumship and spirit awareness. Firstly, Karin Kurosaki has mediumship for sensing capabilities, and Ichigo exposes his energy reserve to her. On the other hand, we have the least requirement for high specs; Spiritual awareness. Tatsuki or Keigo are examples of this power that can see Pluse’s spirits, Shinigami, and hollows. The rarer kinds of these unique humans, possess other special abilities. Don Kanonji is a spiritual mentalist who has different ideas on how to get rid of spirits than those of Ichigo. He possesses enough power to release a ball of varying speeds that destroys weak hollows. Also, Orihime Inoue has powers that create shields, reverses previous conditions, and attacks with a projectile beam. According to Aizen, Orihime's power is "The Rejection of Events," which can,“limit, reject, and negate any event directed at any target.” Most of the high specs in Karakura Town come about by Ichigo's Substitute Shinigami status.

A Substitute Shinigami could take the mantle of a soul reaper. However, the only difference is that the soul will remain human, and requires separation of the body and the spirit. We first saw Ichigo stabbed by Rukia's Zanpakutō and bestowed Shinigami's powers. The case with Rukia suffered power reduction and stayed in the World of the Living for too long. This extended trip attracted the attention of the Soul Society, and made them ask questions. The Soul Society's bylaws prohibit the grave taboo of giving a soul reapers power to a human. Now, the ordinances were mandatory, but there have been previous exceptions in the past. Furthermore, Soul Society allowed other Substitute Shinigami with a badge. The combat pass replaced Gokon Tekkō (forcibly removes one's soul from their body) and Soul Candy (a pellet that takes in lu of the body or Gigai with an artificial soul). Soul Society made a Shinigami badge for Ichigo, which allerted the Hollows on his whereabouts. Ichigo's reusable Soul Candy was Kon, a Modified Soul.

Kon was the first Modified Soul to appear in Bleach, and is considered a defective product in Urahara Shop. Urahara Shop was the place for supernatural beings seeking supplies in the Human World. Kon was special because Modified Souls were beings that represent the perfect soldier, and were in an unanimated body (dead bodies or stuff animals). Soul Society declared the Mod Souls project unethical, and ordered the termination of all Mod Souls. Other Mod Souls proved useful in the Bount Arc in the anime. The others were Ririn (illusion powers), Noba (teleportation abilities), and Kurōdo (shape-shifting and power mimicry techniques), where Kitsuke Urahara designed them. These characters were Bount Sensors that helped in many ways; Such as training for the Ichigo team. They were extraordinary humans; because, they needed actual bodies or Gigai (artificial vessels) to function correctly. Along with Mod Souls, we have Quincy type humans who differ significantly from Shinigami.

Quincy (Monks of Destruction) are human mediums with acute detection abilities on Hollows. They have a long history with Shinigami, and, as a result, cause conflict later. Quincy destroys hollows while Shinigami purifies the hollows, and the souls return. Hollows hold the souls they have eaten, and the original human who was hollow. As the name suggests, Monks of Destruction completely erase a hollow's existence, which interrupts the cycle of rebirth for spirits. This situation is one of the reasons why war raged against Shinigami and Quincy over 200 years ago in Bleach. Quincy also wears white clothing while it is standard for Shinigami to wear black.There is also a difference in weapons with the spirit weapon (Quincy) and a Zanpakutō (Shinigami). Their primary combat strategy is archery-based and long-distance attacks. They have other fighting capabilities like Hirenkyaku (high-speed), Blut (battle enhancement), and lots more. Reishi on the battlefield directly determines if a Qunicy can use their attacks. If there are no reishi, then the battle has little success. In the Bleach Anime, some individuals are similar to Quincy, the Bounts.

Bounts were similar to Quincy in the ability of reishi manipulation, and course hollows seeking high spiritual pressures. The Bounts are a race of artificially created humans who came about by accident. This accident made them who they are, and was the result of a massive explosion. The project was led by Ran'Tao and her team; Who experimented on themselves for the hope of eternal life. The meltdown of the Jōkaishō (the device powering the research) entered the population for rebirth. Soon after, Bounts started to show up in the human population, and were treated as outcasts. Bounts had the powers of soul absorption, immorality, Bount Seals, and space manipulation. Soul absorption and ever-lasting life were related to Bounts eating human souls; This created the legend of vampires. Bount seals have various implications like summoning a doll for battle, rituals, and opening a portal. A significant taboo in Bount culture is to never consume a live human's soul. Once they consume a live human soul, there is no going back. However, it leads to great power. This high power is known as empowerment and space manipulation. This guided the invasion of the Soul Society. Also, similar to Quincy, they interfered with the balance of souls and declared war to the enemies in the Bounts and Qunicy. Soul Society denied their existence, and the Bounts believed that their birthright was the Soul Society. After Bounts, we had Fullbringers; Whose powers were widespread and varied on the user.

Fullbringers are spiritually-aware humans who are born with their abilities. Fullbringers pride themselves with their given name of Fullbring to access object spirits close to them. In English, their name Fullbring meant "Full Manifestation Artist," and that reflected the object for their power. They were Hollow Reiryoku beings, where the forces came from a hollow origin before birth. Like for example, Yasutora Sado's (Chad) parents had a hollow incident before his birth. Chad's abilities derived from his pride in the half-Mestizo lineage, and primarily manifested in his skin color. Chad was a Fullbringer, and the full limit for his skills was Brazo Izquierda del Diablo (Left Arm of the Devil). After he obtained Brazo Derecha de Gigante (Right Arm of the Giant), Fullbringer had to train and reach full status. Once they reach their most significant potential, they do not change anymore; However, they can keep training their bodies and strengthening to increase their endurance. There is power transference when a substitute shinigami like Ichigo and Ginjo. Ginjo steals Ichigo's Fullbringer abilities and uses his badge as a catalyst for taking them. Other facts that concerned Fullbringers were that Hueco Mundo could speed one's full power; They could still access Fullbringer in the afterlife and possessed different abilities (high speed and object affinity).

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