Honestly I don’t use tumblr that much anymore. The endless antisemitism has honestly made me fucking exhausted. I have enough of that in real life. But I genuinely appreciate everyone who has read about my struggles and had kind words to say. I’m not retiring my account but I do not go on here much and I’m likely not going to be more active in the future (I’ll still check in from time to time though). Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with me through all of this.
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Fic: Truth
Written for Day 1: A Voice for @celebratebleach! This was supposed to be 500 words of flash fiction, so I had no plans just prompts. You will notice that it is... not 500 words, so the “no plans” part got very scary for me very quickly, but fabulating with reckless abandon was a lot of fun and a great exercise!
Title: Truth (links to AO3)
Rating: T
Genre/Timeline: gen, post-TYBW
Characters: Isane (POV), Unohana; Renji, Kiyone, Iemura
Word Count: 5k
Tags: Zanpakutou, Shinigami/Zanpakutou Bond, overrepresentation of Seireitei Communications, Laundry, Mountaineering, Grief/Mourning
Summary: After the Blood War, Isane must confront the rumors. Was Captain Unohana really—? Or was she—
Isane has no ready answers, but truth is more a question than it is an answer, anyway.
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They’ve asked her directly before, though mostly it’s just whispers. If Iemura catches them, he’ll shout about having respect, though Isane doesn’t think that’s what is missing. She doesn’t think Iemura has ever made a habit of respecting her, anyway. Not until Captain Unohana died.
What was she really like?
They want to know.
In the aftermath of the Blood War, life had flaked away from the Seireitei like the frost shaken from the doors when Isane opens the clinic on early mornings, like the kind that sloughs from evergreen branches when she moves through winter forests. It is disruptive and messy and then imperceptible. It’s a puddle wiped away, or snow joining more snow. But someone had to have found the body. Someone had known too much about how to read blood spatter—or more likely still, reiatsu, remnants hanging in the air like poetry. Someone had seen. Now all those who hadn’t whisper.
"It’s egregious, isn’t it?" Iemura says, furiously penning his outrage into that journal that he keeps. He has always talked to himself, but Isane gets the impression that this time, the question is for her.
"Um. I suppose?" Isane replies. Mostly, she thinks it is understandable to be curious.
Who was Unohana Retsu?
Unohana Yachiru?
→ Read more on AO3
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Content Warning: This fic is rated T, but since this is an explicitly SFW event, I wanted to flag that there’s a compound fracture in this story. It’s lightly described, but you know. Bones!!
Prompts:
Features the first time a Shinigami heard their zanpakutou’s name
Takes places somewhere outdoors
Features two colors that are opposite each other on the color wheel
Based on or features a song lyric
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