more Cat than a Man, that CatMan
so i love blondjow as any other cultured person, but, hear me out
he's actually a cat. always was, and now unfortunately isn't
and that's why he's so destructive, and mad at aizen
imagine, the tragedy of being turned from graceful and strong killing machine, literally natures favourite
into a hairless monkey
with a part of you made into a steel stick
(also! the predator! made into prey! the disgrace of this all! (imagine that as if an offended cat said it) )
So now, not only i look at Aizen and see a dude that mastered pokerface when all he did was "random bullshit go! (if something sticks, i'm saying it was planned (ekhm, White))"
But also the CatMan, actually a Cat, unfortunately, now a Man
(and playing loose with canon, i like to imagine, that from Adjuchas, his vasto lorde form would still be a cat. No "going to be more humanoid" shit. No, this is a cat. If every hollow is striving to be a vasto lorde, coz then you have more humanoid shape and feel a bit as in past, then, he being a cat, would mean he is gonna go back to being a cat)
And also the way his resurrection is him goin' partially back into cat form plssssssss COME ON, LET HIM BE A FURBALL
also it would be interesting. I don't think (don't know) if it was mentioned - any other, than human, soul turning hollow. So he would be speshial <3
that was me playing with canon, having watched it a long time ago and still not finishing the manga, don't take this seriously
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voicemails (redux) - sam/darlin
there’s gonna be another voicemail okay. also, sam ‘not a poet’ my arse.
redacted asmr: sam/darlin’, rated teen, short and sweet.
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[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED SUNDAY JULY 11TH AT 7:10PM]
DARLIN: TELL ME ABOUT THE DREAM
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[CALLER: SAM COLLINS. MESSAGE LEFT ON SUNDAY JULY 11TH AT 9:33PM]
Hey, Darlin. It's been… a damn long time since I've done something like this. But you asked, and I want you to hear it.
I fell asleep thinkin' of you. The soft touch of you. The way we end up all close, limbs entwined, at the end of a long night…
You affect me, in ways I haven't paid attention to in many, many years. You linger, with me. On me. The scent of you, when we've been together. The taste of you on the back of my tongue.
I can't get enough of you, darlin'. I don’t think I ever will.
…and somehow, it's easier to say it like this. To a voicemail recording.
Just… know that I am picturing your face. That little pinch in your brow that you get when you're thinking too hard. The way your eyes pierce through me. You see everything. All of me. And I see all of you. There's trust here, and I cannot overstate how much that means to someone like me. Especially after everything we've both been through. You make it easy.
Still. That's not why I called.
I was dreamin' of you last night.
You're in my head, visiting my dreams. I'd figure you for a Walker, if I hadn't already seen your fur. If I hadn't felt those teeth against my skin, marking me as your own. Your mate.
Lord. Your mouth on me. Fire against my skin, weaving a burning path down my throat to my chest. Strong muscles, soft skin. Your kisses like velvet, enveloping me. I can't get enough.
…Christ Darlin', do you have any idea how much you affect me?
The last fifteen years have been- dark. I've been cold. Closed off. You're like a sunrise, illuminating the night. I see more clearly with you, darlin'. You remind me of what it's like to live life, actually live it, instead of just weathering the years. It's too easy, to slip into routine. To let the days slip you by. I live every day with you.
…needless to say, I've missed you, darlin'.
I'll be waiting to welcome you home.
[BEEP]
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