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muzansfangs · 7 months
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Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?
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They accidentally see you naked.
Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;
Format: short imagines;
Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;
Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.
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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.
The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.
Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.
You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.
Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.
‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.
Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.
The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.
On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.
Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.
You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.
“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.
You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.
Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.
“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.
Oh, boy, he definitely did.
Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.
Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.
You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.
You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.
“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.
Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.
“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.
As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.
“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.
“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.
As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.
The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.
Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.
You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.
“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.
“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.
‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.
Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.
Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.
You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.
You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.
A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.
Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.
That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.
Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.
Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.
But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.
You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!
“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.
“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“In the bathroom?!”.
“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.
There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.
It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.
“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.
“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.
Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.
Byakuya Kuchiki.
Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.
It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.
Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.
He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.
Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.
You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.
Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.
But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.
He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.
“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.
The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.
He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.
His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.
The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.
As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.
And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.
TAGS: @byakuyawifey
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Sweet Tooth (NSFW)
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, he absolutely is all over her, jokes about breeding and pregnancy, talk of oral (f receiving), Leon’s fingers go places, swearing probably.
Words: 530 (v short, I just wanted to get SOMETHING out for you guys)
A/N: So I saw these Eating HCs today for Leon from @ichigo-dream and I was obsessed. I didn’t have a whole lot of time as most of my writing power has been dedicated to 3 fics I am SO excited about; but yeah! A lil something!
Also my requests are open, it may just take some time for me to get to things! ❤️
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*gif not mine. Found on Tenor*
Days like these? These are the best kinds of days. Leon’s home, wrapped up in some kind of paperwork on the couch, but he’s home. I pull the tray of cupcakes out of the oven, dreading frosting them for this stupid party my cousin was hosting. Thankfully, I don’t have to stay at said party, but having to make 4 dozen cupcakes all within a few hours is frustrating to say the least.
“Ah no!” I yell as I turn to see Leon eyeballing one of the cupcakes. “Absolutely not!”
“Why? Just one?” He pleads, a slight pout on his gorgeous features and I roll my eyes.
“Sorry babe, but I am only making enough to send with Kim.” It may have been a bit mean to only make enough for what she needs, knowing about the agent’s overwhelming sweet tooth, but it honestly slipped my mind when I started them this morning. I turn to grab the piping bag when I hear a low whistle from Leon. “What’s up, agent?”
“I didn’t know you owned shorts like that.” When I finally look back over my shoulder, his blue eyes are locked on my ass, the bottoms of my cheeks spilling out of the bottom.
“They’re just at-home-shorts. Not like I wear them anywhere.” Do not tell him what your best friend dubbed these shorts. I begin piping green frosting onto the soft cake, but as soon as I lift the tool away, a hand slaps quickly over my ass and I gasp. Leon’s strong arms wrap around my waist, tugging me against what I can tell is a speedily rising erection.
“You gotta change outta those shorts, Princess, or they’ll be around your ankles by lunch.” His husky tone sends a chill down my spine as my back arches on it’s own accord, his hot breath tickling my ear.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I tease, trying to draw his attention elsewhere.
“I did. But then I smelt something sweet in here that I’m apparently not allowed to have.” Soft lips pepper kisses along the column of my throat before his teeth lightly sink into the flesh. “So I need to find another snack.”
“Leon, baby, I only have a couple more hours to finish these,” I argue, but it’s no use, his fingers sliding into the elastic band of the shorts and pushing them to the ground. Wrapped around my ankles.
“Well, maybe my girl should have thought about that before she went teasing me with these sexy little shorts.” He presses his hand down to cup my sex through my panties before he clearly has a realization. “Wait, are these the shorts your friend called the ‘get me pregnant’ shorts?” My cheeks heat up as two of his fingers rub teasing circles over my clit through my panties.
“It was a joke, babe,” I mutter, head dropping back to rest on his shoulder at the stimulation.
“Well, joke or not, now you have a choice.” Oh god, what is this little shit planning? “You can let me ‘get you pregnant’ or you can let me get my sugar fill by letting me eat this sweet little pussy.”
Fuck. Tough choices.
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Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv
Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22
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asukaskerian · 6 months
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🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ot4 still!
Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge. 
Me: alone?
Goat: don't interrupt me. 
Me: who knocked you up
Goat: idk some jerk
Me: hn
Goat: grimmjow. >:(
Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge.
Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo. 
Me: suspension of disbelief crashed
Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO.
Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap.
Me: ................. ok how much thought did you put into this
Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also the bed the size of two parking spots.)
Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT!
Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!!
Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first 
Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up 
Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc
Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic.
Me: uh huh
Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda
Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off
Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away!
Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor
Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this
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🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. i have SO MANY???
"So. Yeah. Roommates suck. You pay more than them and it chafes your ass, you pay less and you can't open your mouth without being told you can also get the fuck out if you've got a problem, nobody but you will wash a single fucking plate, the TV's broken and nobody will fess up, then someone throws a fist."
Ichigo opens his mouth, closes his mouth -- and then apparently can't hold back any farther than that and says drolly, "Yeeeeah, I suspect that might have been the 'bunch of feral teen bastards raising each other' thing mixed with 'where's the money coming from tomorrow' stress." 
Nelliel chokes on a laugh she really wasn't expecting. "That's... Huh."
"... Sounds fake, but okay." Grimmjow squints. "You ain't gonna tell us being saddled with roommates as a married couple is awesome though."
... Now why did Ichigo clear his throat like that? 
He stands all at once, bussing his and Hime's glasses back to the sink, and starts the hot water to wash them, studiously not looking at any of them. Nel blinks. Okay, that's -- suspicious? Strange? 
"Honestly, I used to live with two sisters and my dad who has a really big personality, let's call it that, and my room was Grand Central for all our friends back in high school. It's quiet here, and that's cool, but we live too far from all of them to just drop by so we haven't really seen them in months. The neighbors are alright but we don't hang out either, so..."
Nelliel nods slowly, brow furrowed. His head's still bowed over his glass, scrubbing at nothing. "I guess. But that's visiting, not..."
"Visiting is good! And I..." Orihime tangles her fingers together, staring down at her hands. "After my brother died -- I was fourteen -- I lived alone, in a studio -- and it was... lonely." 
"Oh right, your bitch aunt." 
Ichigo's hand slips on the spigot; water splashes. He splutters, getting a faceful; Nel slaps a hand on her mouth. Fuck.
Grimmjow is staring, not even at Nelliel's sudden comment or at Ichigo being ridiculous, but at Orihime. "Didn't hear about that."
"Well! I still had my own place and all! It's pretty cool for a teenager! Serious street cred!" 
"You hated it," Grimmjow retorts, eyes gone narrow.
"I hated it," Orihime admits, voice quiet. "But I spent a lot of time at Tatsuki-chan's house and at Ichigo's, so it wasn't too bad. Then I got into a share-house for university! That was great." She takes a deeper breath, like she's bracing. "I like that Nel-chan is here during the day. I kinda -- otherwise, I just... I do chores, I guess." 
Stranded at the sink, Ichigo looks stricken, like he didn't know, didn't fully realize. 
"All my other friends work," Orihime adds, bowing her head. "And it's -- it's nice, keeping house! It's my house, I like doing it! But it doesn't take all the hours in my day, you know? And it's -- quiet."
Ichigo steps up to her, rests a hand on her back. She smiles up at him, bright like she said nothing of importance. He furrows his brow back; he's not buying it. 
Her smile shrinks, turns sadder. Nel turns her glass in her hands.  
Everyone is silent for a moment. 
"We should have had this conversation in the pillow fort," Orihime says all at once, eyebrows furrowed very seriously.
Nelliel cracks up.
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yuebings · 1 year
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meme- tag 9 people
thanks for the tag @microcomets !
three ships: shout out to wangxian (my first Real Fandom Experience), janine/gregory from abbott elementary (UWAAGHHH. AUGHH. THE SLOW BURN…) and canglan (leftover emotional damage from aiwen clj longfic)
first ever ship: i think it’s gotta be ichigo/rukia from bleach…that series unlocked something in my child brain, it fucked SOO hard. i was horrified and obsessed with hollows…macabre tastes even from a young age hehe
last song: drunk walk home by mitski. i was in the mood for some screaming
last movie: the others (2001) ! i love putting horror movies on when i do busy work, but i’m so bad at multitasking that i usually abandon whatever i’m doing to focus on the movie lol
currently reading: babel by rf kuang! cdrama club if u see this i swear im gonna make progress on it now
currently watching: the midnight club (slowly, but my friend and i are on ep 9 now!), jojo’s bizarre adventure: stone ocean (when i am Partaking in Substances since i already know the plot, although apparently i have forgotten enough that multiple times ive been 🍃 af and absolutely mesmerized by the wackass events unfolding onscreen) abbott elementary (so fun so cute so fresh) and unchained love (dylan i swear i’ll come back for u i just need to take my time)
currently consuming: i just had hot pot. and now i am going to have a mug of hot doujiang :))
currently craving: the drive to write something lol. and also crisp green grapes!!! the big ones that u can crunch
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obsidiennes · 11 months
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Okay, so when Rangiku shows up and steps in to save Don Kanonji and Tatsuki, Tatsuki finds her really remarkable. (The fact Tatsuki doesn't recognize her means she only turned up at Karakura High School the one day, and that was apparently during lunch or something as neither Tatsuki nor Orihime were in the room at the time, so Tatsuki just never saw Rangiku until this point.)
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So as Aizen menaces Gin and Rangiku, Ichigo shows up.
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Everyone is reacting to him in the first page, and it feels weird that Tatsuki and Keigo question if it's really him, but whatever. Tatsuki and Keigo look way more distressed than Don Kanonji, Chizuru, and Mizuiro, which reflects the fact they probably both knew they were gonna die at certain points versus Aizen, whereas Mizuiro and Chizuru didn't and Don Kanonji is crazy enough to shrug it off. But here's where things get really interesting.
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In the Xcution arc, after Ichigo punches Tsukishima, Tatsuki and Keigo once again look far more distressed, though with Keigo it seems almost like shocked disappointment and with Tatsuki it's hot rage. Really look at her expression in the second panel. She wasn't even that angry by comparison when Ichigo told her to butt out when Orihime went missing:
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Now we know that to Chad and Orihime, at least, Tsukishima defeated Aizen. Every altered history need not necessarily be the same, but it seems likely that feature is consistent, and from what we see there, Tsukishima appeared when Ichigo canonically did in actual history, meaning events otherwise proceeded as we saw (meaning Don Kanonji and Rangiku stepped in earlier on.)
This is supported by the fact that Tatsuki's incredible anger at Tsukishima being attacked doesn't seem to stem from personal familiarity, given she's still respectfully calling him "Mr. Tsukishima," the page before, which suggests their main interaction was him saving her (and everyone else) from Aizen, not anything longer. Now why does this register so strongly with her?
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Probably because of this. Mind you, Tatsuki has already endured something similar:
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But what happened with Aizen is far worse. So, the defeat of Aizen was such a big deal to Tatsuki because:
She definitely consciously faced down (a probably grisly) death, with to some degree far more awareness of it than the previous times with Numb Chandelier and Yammy
She had memories of being the sole survivor after Yammy's attack and so a repeat scenario but worse is basically a massive PTSD trigger
the people at risk due to Aizen were likely notably more important to her
her lady crush who'd just awakened something in her was in peril too
(Good time to recall that Tatsuki is incredibly durable, as I've said many times, and that this event also caused her to train incredibly hard afterward.)
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nowen422 · 1 year
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Bleach TYBW Episode 5: Yamamoto fires up the barbecue
Ok, this episode was lightning fast. But I think that may have been just me getting completely into it. Äs Nödt vs Byakua is amazing and haunting to see animated. But the real show is Yamamoto appearing on the scene! He has been grieving the loss of his closest friend for days in the burnt remains of his office. And only now, after hearing the boasting of the man who did the deed, does he come down and claim, “do not worry, every last member of the rebel army, I will slaughter them with my own hand.” That officially earns the award for ‘rawest line I have ever heard’ a title that was held by Jotaro Kujo’s “ I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer“. next episode is gonna get 🔥HOT🔥
Things Nowen said during the episode:
“Oh geez they got a little Junji Ito with her didn’t they?”
“Oh please don’t go into his mouth, oh boy they went to his mouth”
“ Kenpachi! The murder man!”
“Oh you shouldn’t of said that, *yamamoto arrives*
OH YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT!!”
“Young chojiro can kind of get it”
“Shuhei run, SHUHEI RUN!!”
Sternritter deaths: 4 (finally! We’re on the board!)
Spoilers below————————————-
Things I liked:
Mayuri being annoyed at Akon
Kenpachi being excited about Ichigo coming over
The scene where rukia turns into that zombie corpse version. It’s very accurate to the manga but watching it happen is just *shudder*
Senbonzakura Kageyoshi is so beautiful and I kinda dig the 3d style they’re doing with it. Makes it pop. I hope they don’t do that with all the bankai, but so far it’s looking tight.
Byakua getting beaten is haunting but still kind of beautiful in a weird way. Also Renji got kicked through a building but that’s not the main thing here
We get to see Kenpachi fight the three sternritter he goes up against. He’s a beast and I love him. Didn’t think we get to see him getting his ass kicked at the end, but I do love that we got to see him beaten at least
Kenpachi basically calling Haschwalth a twink
The whole Chojiro bankai flashback. I don’t think we ever get to see how he uses his bankai in the manga, so seeing him wrap the lightning around his sword and then charge at Yamamoto with it looks really really cool.
Driscoll getting roasted. man came out to the Seireitei talking shit, then he got hit. By fire.
Things I didn’t like:
The fly scene, it was creepy, which was its intent, but that was nasty.
Jidanbo attacking the 12 squad, when other people had talked about the scene in the manga they mentioned he was zombified, so I kept thinking that it would be Giselle who did something, but apparently it was Pepe
Ichigo having to hear everyone get slaughtered, that felt kind of unnecessary. but I don’t remember if it was in the manga or if it was, I didn’t care for it.
With the flashback, I’m giving up hope that we will get Byakua’s eulogy, but I think it’s a decent trade off since I thought we wouldn’t get the flashback.
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mysterylover123 · 3 years
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Mysterylover watches Bleach Episode 346 "Everyone Wants Ichigo Now Apparently"
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1. So to recap, Folks are getting attacked and Ichi is frustrated that there's nothing he can do. So he calls a weird number.
2. This arc sure is different. Like we've flipped over into a completely different genre. From Shonen to Spy Thriller.
3. Over at school Hime brings us the news that something's up with Chad in the most...Orihime way possible. And she also has developed the "jumping out the window" shonen ability.
4. Ichi blows her off when she attempts to invite him to visit Chad with her. What's up with you Ichi-grumpy pants?
5. I'll admit I don't really like Orihime's redesign. She's mostly just drawn a little older and with bigger boobs, but the redesign makes her look too One-Piece girl for my comfort. Though she totally rocked that jumper last episode. This design needs baggy clothes.
6. Anyway since Hime actually cares about the plot she's checking in on Chad to try and investigate what's up and remembering the threats Uryu-dad made.
7. Ichi meets up with Mysterious New Human Villain at night so they can have a Serious Plot Talk in really moody green lighting.
8. Ichi gets taken to their secret lair (Am I safe in assuming these guys are villains? They're drawn to look like villains but so far they seem to be helping Ichi out. I dunno, just a vibe
9. OOH, they're gonna get him his Soul Reaper powers back! OMG!! Didn't see THAT Coming!
10. Anyway Pigtail Maid Villain is here and throwing a temper tantrum at her minion, who she proceeds to punch in the chest and hurt her hand. How random.
11. Aaand back to Ichigo and the bombshell he just heard. He responds by threatening the guy who might be able to help him.
12. The guy takes Ichi drinking, which makes me wonder what the drinking age is in Japan. Anyway Ichi is apparently being introduced to the Origins of Quirks. (human based superpowers)
13. This guy can apparently turn booze green and make it dance. Huh. Must make him a hit at raves. Anyway more specifically he controls stuff the "soul" of an object.
14. So telekinesis basically. And apparently booze has a soul. That's....creepy. So are there like soul reapers for booze? Rukia's Booze Reaper buddies?
15. And apparently these guys can walk on water with this power. It sounds kinda like these guys all have similar powers to Orihime, but less cool than hers.
16. FULLBRING, so that's why this is called the Fullbringer arc! I was curious. Anyway Maid Girl is finally here.
17. We get her name but I'm still calling her Pigtail Maid. Oh and Chad's with her! And he looks creepy but hey maybe that makes this a little more legit.
18. Or even less so. Is Ichi freaking out about this cause Orihime was worried? I wonder, it seems like an unusually extreme reaction for hime and that's the only explanation the episode has given.
19. Pigtail Maid apparently finds Ichigo really really hot. Ichi must be working something this arc, that's two girls in one episode swooning over him. Didn't used to do that...did he do something with his hair or something?
20. I mean last arc he was running around buff and shirtless half the time and no girls were swooning then. And he looks not really different this arc. Anyway they're expositing about why Hollows have holes in their hearts, which is kinda poetic.
21. Anyway we get a long exposition speech that amounts to "another dude has hollow + soul reaper powers and you can swap". I think. It's long.
22. Anyway Ichigo cares more about what's up with his friends than getting his powers back. YAS THAT'S OUR PROTAGONIST. You go be a hero now.
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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ― (Ruining) The Christmas Spirit
PAIRING: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez/Reader WORD COUNT: 2.1k WARNING(S): Alcohol mention TYPE: Humor if not straight up a crackfic, Fluff, A bit too corny for my liking, but I'm embracing the Christmas spirit here
Ichigo, even within whatever the capacity of his vocabulary is, knows the word jolly doesn't describe Grimmjow. Not even festive. Anything beyond bloodthirsty is a stretch, the way he sees it.
Orihime doesn't seem to agree.
Correction: Ichigo does not know what she's thinking, but the Espadas received an invitation to a Christmas party as a feeble and unnecessary attempt at keeping the peace, so to speak. And she was the one who came up with it. Maybe it would've been fine if all this didn't lead to now ― Grimmjow being the one to show up, with you trailing behind him as his only company, a rather clueless smile plastered on your face.
"Where's Nel?" Ichigo asks once he has processed the situation. Really, she seems like a much better fit for this occasion. He can't help but think this will either go in an uncomfortable direction or end with the party in flames.
Instead of answering the question, Grimmjow looks him up and down and says, "Damn, that's a hideous... little garment you've got there."
Ichigo, too, glances down at his bright red sweater, which says 'I ♥ COOKIEZ' with a crudely drawn Santa on it. His face, as he examines himself, is too unamused, too serious. For one, calling it a garment is dramatic. A garment is a few steps away from being a robe or a garb, and that's too close for comfort. The second problem here is that Grimmjow could never understand a good, old-fashioned, incredibly ugly Christmas sweater.
However, Ichigo and 'I ♥ COOKIEZ' have been having a good night together until this point, so he's feeling a bit defensive over it.
"It's a Christmas tradition," he tries. "You wouldn't get it."
"What do you mean I wouldn't―"
Interrupting your colleague's (although he would still insist he's your superior) incoming deranged rant that would surely start a pointless fight, you say, "A tradition?! That's so interesting!"
Grimmjow shuts up and whips his head around to look at you judgementally, because he's always making it a point to be an asshole. But it's not his fault you sound happy to have come close to unlocking the secret lore behind 'I ♥ COOKIEZ', your face making you appear a bit too fascinated by the offending piece of fabric.
"Yeah, well, this holiday has a lot of human customs surrounding it," Ichigo explains, smiling slightly, but only because you're on his side. Kind of. He steps aside to let the two of you in, since blocking off the door for this long is strange.
Ichigo knows your relationship with Grimmjow to be bizarre. You've always been nice, as far as he could tell, so how you could stand or even admire the blue-haired moron was beyond him. Apparently you were his only Fracción left after that night Grimmjow got ballsy and came down to Kamakura Town. Having been his least favorite subordinate before that, your survival led to the man developing a very begrudging respect for you.
You, being oblivious, probably never noticed the odd changes between hot and cold.
The details after that are lost on him. Why the two of you still hang together, Ichigo doesn't know. He doesn't care to learn either. So he closes the door as he picks his ear and disappears back into the so-called party.
You and Grimmjow are quick to separate. You know he's just going to act grouchy the whole night, and you don't mind his lack of pizzazz or whatever, but you've got some catching up to do, the first person you approach being Orihime.
After she gives you a warm greeting and a close-eyed grin, you shift the conversation towards a topic you find more interesting. "Hey, Orihime, Ichigo said something about Christmas traditions. What's that about?"
"Was he trying to explain that ugly sweater? He's so silly," she says with a smile. Usually this would be considered a diss, but the girl never means to offend. It's not just any ugly sweater. It's an ugly sweater (affectionate).
"Well, he kind of was."
Orihime explains some things to you and the two of you have a lot of fun through your confusion about the logistics of most of these, but you find the last thing she mentions the most curious.
To finish her already lengthy explanation, Orihime jumps up as if remembering something and then points across the room. Over the doorway that connects the hall with the kitchen, when you squint hard enough, you can make out a tiny shrub-looking plant. Though, it appears to be fake.
"There's also this tradition that if two people stand under the mistletoe, they have to kiss!" she tells you, sounding somewhat excited at the prospect as she clasps her hands together. She herself wouldn't really try this, but it's a mix of cheesy and romantic she can appreciate.
"Isn't that, like, weird, though? Like, what if they don't want to kiss?" you ask, perplexed.
She waves off your concerns. "Oh, that's fine. You can always say no to the kiss. It's just something for fun, it's not meant to be pressuring."
This new information seems to relieve you until the other cogs in your brain start turning. "So, if I want to try it, that wouldn't be bad, right?"
"Of course not!" Orihime once again doesn't bother masking her enthusiasm, though she's characteristically not quick on the uptake. "Will you? Oh! Do you have someone in mind?"
You give a quick glance in Grimmjow's direction. Of course, you're not stupid enough to think he's going to sniff flowers with you in a field or whatever. You appreciate his... douchebaggery. Regardless, you think doing something as cliche as this 'tradition' with him would be sweet, even if the fantasy is unrealistic and self-indulgent. You don't feel the need to lie about it. You're sure Orihime would understand. "Kind of."
"Kind of?" She tilts her head in a questioning manner.
"Uh, nevermind that," you say. "What do I do? Just stand there?"
She puts her hand on her chin in thought. "Yeah? It's really simple, right?"
You shrug and take position after Orihime tells you good luck.
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Ichigo almost bursts out laughing when he hears Grimmjow ask why you've been standing under the 'weird ceiling booger' for fifteen minutes. Maybe it's the first part of that description that gets him. He's uncertain why it’s so amusing, but Ichigo knows this isn't even a ceiling. Yet again, he's proved himself quite brooding though, and even Grimmjow's general ignorance doesn't break him. Rukia's probably the only person who can make him giggle.
He rolls his eyes. "I don't know. Maybe you should go over there and check?" Now, subtlety isn't one of his strengths. It's sheer coincidence that Ichigo doesn't know what you might want with the mistletoe either. Bored? Or just spacing out in a weird Arrancar ritual he's unaware of? None of his business, probably.
"Tch. I don't care that much, I was just asking."
Ichigo raises his eyebrow. "Ok? But what's the point of asking, then? If you don't care?"
Finding nothing to retort with, Grimmjow huffs as he narrows his eyes at his rival. "Shut up, you're a ginger."
"What does that have to do with anything?!" he yells, flailing his fists around.
"Maybe everything. Maybe nothing at all," Grimmjow answers in an uncharacteristically ominous fashion, though his razor-sharp grin makes it clear this is meant to be mocking more than anything else.
Of course, the mention of Ichigo's obviously orange hair starts a fight.
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Meanwhile, Ikkaku is thinking about something. Except he's already drunk and therefore rendered incompetent in scheming. Regardless, when he announces that he "has an idea", no one protests against hearing it.
"You guys see how [Y/n] is standing there all alone and pathetic, under the mistletoe?" he points out rather rudely, swinging a bottle of something in his hand, now too intoxicated for tact. Not that he has much of that, even with sober thoughts.
Rukia looks over in your direction. "This is about Grimmjow, isn't it?"
"Eh, who cares who it's about?" Ikkaku shrugs. Then he tells them he believes you don't deserve to be on your lonesome like you have been, which leads to his next proposal. "I say we all give 'em a smooch on the cheek."
Rukia is about to dismiss the whole thing as dumb, but before she can even open her mouth, Byakuya stands up, declares, "That's pointless," and walks away, all while keeping his signature look of only slight contempt.
"Killjoy," Ikkaku mutters.
Rukia is not a killjoy. She stays. Although she's contemplating her life choices by the time her and her friends have waddled their way to your direction in a line.
Renji goes first. Bowing his head slightly and in a wannabe suave manner, he asks you, "May I?"
After you allow him... Well, nothing impressive happens. He kisses your cheek with drunken clumsiness. Ikkaku is next, and he does it too rough, like he's trying to beat your ass instead of a sympathetic gesture. Rangiku is probably the only one who comes close to making this an enjoyable experience. Rukia stands last and, stiffly with admitted discomfort, pecks you on the cheek.
This is the stupidest thing she's ever done. You don't look upset, however ― which is a given since you let them all embarrass themselves. In fact, you seem kind of pleased. Like, hey, you didn't get what you wanted, but at least you got to take part in the human tradition!
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Grimmjow is half-way through giving Ichigo a wedgie (an illegal move even in personal, undramatized scuffles) when he sees what has been transpiring. A bunch of the Shinigami just taking turns kissing you on the cheek. He narrows his eyes and drops the waistband of Ichigo's underwear. "Hey. Hey. What are they doing?"
"Mistletoe stuff," Ichigo answers absentmindedly, though once he realizes Grimmjow freed him, he wipes the calculating expression off his opponent’s face. By kneeing him in the balls. That's what he gets for playing dirty.
The silence that stretches while waiting for his recovery is embarrassing, mainly because Grimmjow is just crouching as he looks like he's trying not to cry. It doesn't help that his first words after are, "What's a mistletoe?"
"'The ugly ceiling booger.'" Ichigo uses air-quotes for emphasis.
Grimmjow contemplates it with deliberating seriousness. "I knew that shit was demonic."
Ichigo looks at him as if he's insane. Grimmjow stares at him right back, too, like he doesn't realize how ridiculous he's being. And he doesn't, he never does.
"So, what does it do?"
The boy frowns. He really doesn't want to be talking about this anymore.
"What does it do?" Grimmjow repeats, albeit sounding more impatient now, his mouth turning into somewhat of a snarl.
"It's just a tradition to kiss under the mistletoe. It's really not that deep."
The Arrancar squints at him again, suspicious of his motives for whatever reason. Were you just standing there waiting for someone to kiss you? Grimmjow blinks and processes this information rather quickly, though, smirking this time.
"Why are you looking like. That?"
Disregarding Ichigo's valid question, he struts up to you like some kind of peacock ready to show off its tail. You smile at him and he mirrors it, though much sharper. Despite Grimmjow's obnoxiousness, it's hard not to commend his good looks.
Then, with his usual bravado, he leans in to whisper in your ear. "I know you want to kiss me."
"Cheeky," you tell him, enough to ruin the mood. "You've always had a big ego. Very preposterous to think I wanted to kiss you."
"Whatever, at least I don't say cheeky or preposterous."
"Well, the question is, if you know what I'm waiting for you to do, will you?"
He snarls like you're being silly (the internal use of that word further ruining the atmosphere). "I wouldn't kiss you on the cheek. None of that pussy shit. And I wouldn't lean either. That's for beta males."
"I really don't know what you're talking about," you say while innocently blinking your eyelashes.
Grimmjow scoffs and rips off the mistletoe and throws it on the floor as he observes it with great distaste. Like it's some piece of trash Orihime found on the street and put up in her house for fun. You wonder where the mood swing came from, but figure it doesn't matter when he connects his lips with yours next, maybe a bit too passionately considering you're still standing in proximity of the kitchen.
Not exactly the romantic encounter you'd been expecting, but again, you'll take it.
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healingmichiko · 3 years
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*Whines at Muse* Must you be like this?
Muse: *points at Bearded!Ichigo*
*sighs* @north-peach @wolfsrainrules for your reading pleasure:
Obi-wan glanced over at where his newest student was and mentally relaxed as Leia dragged her unknown brother onto the Falcon. Chewbacca would take care of them, at least. He could trust the Wookie for that.
He returned his eyes to the misshapen monstrosity which had been his student. The beast shaped by the Emperor Sith reared back and Obi Wan lifted his blade, closing his eyes. So many regrets flashed through him as the blood red saber approached, and Obi-Wan tried to shove them aside, preparing to be one with the force-
When he felt Something Greater focus on him, and a sensation suspiciously similar to ‘You. You’ll do,’ focused on him the instant before Vader’s lightsaber cut him down.
In one world, an empty robe and a deactivated lightsaber hit the floor as Obi-Wan became one with the Force. But this one is not that. Instead, he opened his eyes at a woman’s terrified scream, and instincts long cultivated in him had him rushing forward, his lightsaber blazing in the evening dusk.
The beast attacking the human woman and child howled as the saber cut off its claw.
“What are YOU? You look human, but like none I’ve ever smelled before,” the beast demanded with a snarl. “Not shinigami, Quincy, or Hollow!”
“I am a Jedi, and I will not allow you to harm these people,” Obi-Wan said, narrowing his eyes as the beast backed away. Beings like this didn’t back away meekly. Not quite Sith level of taint, but-
He flung his hand up at the expected blow, but instead of shoving the creature back, a surge in the Force sent it flying through the air, disappearing into the distance. Obi-Wan blinked, staring at his hand for a moment, before he turned to the creature’s victims. “Hello, there,” he said. “Let me help you up.”
“Thank you,” the woman said, getting to her feet carefully. She helped her child up, who clung to her fiercely. “What did you do to the Hollow?”
“The beast attacking you? I’m not sure…. The Force never acted that way for me before,” Obi-Wan admitted. Even at his most untrained point as a youngly, the Force never shoved someone completely out of sight… “And, you called it a Hollow?”
“You don’t know what a Hollow is?” the woman asked. “Where are you from?”
Obi-Wan glanced around, then said, honestly, “Somewhere very far away. I wasn’t here a few minutes ago, then something caused a surge in the force, and here I am.”
“Well, thank you, Mr…?
Obi-Wan Kenobi. A Jedi Master of the Galactic Republic,” he introduced himself, then mentally blinked at why that spilled out. He hadn’t introduced himself since- He glanced down at the hands he had been ignoring, and mentally frowned.
“I think you’re a long way from home, Master Jedi,” the woman said. “We’ve never heard of a Galactic Republic here. We’ve barely reached the moon.”
Obi-Wan sighed. “I was afraid of that.”
“But you can stay with us. I’m Kurosaki Masaki and this is my son, Kurosak ichigo.”
“Thank you for the offer, miss. I greatly appreci-“ Instinct had him interposing himself, and his ignited Lightsaber between the woman and child, and some newcomers who just appeared.
“Masaki/Kurosaki-san!” The “humans” called.
“I’m okay, thanks to Master Obi-Wan,” she said. “They’re friendly,” she told Obi-Wan, who put away his weapon.
And stepped aside as the dark haired male rushed past him to hug Miss Kurosaki and the little one. Finally, they partner, and Miss Kurosaki turned to Obi Wan. “Husband, this is Obi-wan Kenobi…. He chased off Grandfisher.”
“And saved your lives,” the man said, then turned to Obi-Wan, face serious. “I’m Kurosaki Isshin…. And I owe you.”
“I was merely-“
“Master Obi-wan, I’m serious. I don’t know what losing Masaki would have done to our family. If there’s anything I can do for you, it’s yours.” Something inside him well up, stilled the instinctive urge to turn down the offer.
“I offered to let him stay with us, dear,” Masaki said. “He can stay in the guest room.”
“Of course! Now, let’s get out of the rain!”
Obi-Wan followed the group to a nearby building with odd script on it, but followed inside at the Kurosaki’s insistance.
A hot shower later, and Obi-Wan settled into a meditation. There was so much to go over. Someway, somehow, he had apparent gone back in time, and to a completely unknown planet. Judging by his physical age, this was early in the Clone Wars, but he had no means to contact the 212th…. And could he really trust them? He knew the truth, but knowing the men he had led, were stuck with ticking time-
Obi-wan shoved it all away and sank into the Force. It was time to release it all to the Force. Once he was better centered in the Force-
Yet again, he didn’t get what he was expecting. As soon as he started letting go, light bloomed, almost painfully bright, and Obi-Wan raised his hand. When the light died down to more normal levels, he lowered his hand to see instead of the guest room in the Kurosaki home, he was in a large white room, set with a simple, lowset table. Which he was already seated at.
“Please, let me know if this style isn’t comfortable to you, but this was the style when I was alive,” a voice said, and he looked over at a human-appearing being sitting across the table from him.
“Hello, there,” Obi Wan said, and smiled at the bemused look sent at him.
“Helo, there, back at you,” the being said. “We do not have a lot of time, so pardon my abruptness, but time is of the essence.”
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oddlyhale · 2 years
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Nitpick Day 5, RWBY Power-Scaling? Doesn't exist.
You may know other popular animes - specifically shounen - that use Power-Scaling often for their protagonists. They get stronger and the antagonist has to be stronger to win against them. Goku, Ichigo, Naruto, Usagi, and Luffy all have power-ups.
Meanwhile, RWBY as a whole are equally matched, which is laughable. When we finally saw the fight between Salem vs Jaune and co., I couldn't help but feel utterly disappointed that our wicked witch just shoots lasers out of her hands. Oops, I mean magic lasers. Trust me I wasn't happy seeing Oscar doing the same thing, you get where I'm going with this.
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What? Am I supposed to be scared that she can pull new Grimm out of her ass? Big deal. 🤷
Everybody seems equally matched, with no challenge to let their powers grow stronger and reach a new level. Which is very boring. Power-ups are also a sign of growth, a responsibility stronger than before, and RWBY remains stagnant in their same level power that we've known since day 1.
Ruby never gets any power-ups with her semblance, it never evolves with her agility, she's just as fast as anyone else now, because they all can apparently move as fast as her. Yang has no power-ups, which is a crime since she's the perfect candidate to start delivering Earth-shattering punches like Luffy does. Blake never changes. Weiss, another crime of development that stepped her backwards. Once a skillful lancer, now relegated to the group's standing mage.
I guess I'm just so annoyed at how Yang has no development while facing Salem, which is sad because think of how she could be the one that was delivering skull-crushing punches instead of Hazel. At least it'd make sense with how she blames Salem for what happened to Summer. Nah, got none of that. For some reason, Hazel got a last-second redemption, and the best fight. The overall problem with RWBY - a glimmer of potential peeking through the curtains like sunlight, only to get covered back up in pitch darkness and wondering why they can't find a light.
It shouldn't take this long for characters to develop power-ups. In fact that's what power-action anime serve up constantly like hot plates. RWBY isn't even soft-power anime, because the show doesn't do anything with them as normal fighters. Growth should still happen, whether it's powers or through growing as a human being (or Faunus.)
You get where I am. RWBY has 0 growth.
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ramblingkat · 2 years
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Fic: Relaxation
Fandom: Bleach, Welcome to Night Vale
Characters/Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke
Prompt for 31 Days on Dreamwidth.  Jan  4. Dude, am I a side character?
Wordcount: 1,194
Summary:  Ichigo isn't the main focus of the strangeness of Night Vale. He finds it relaxing.
The thing was, Ichigo actually liked Night Vale.
It was surprisingly soothing. Yes, there were looping days, the dog park nobody talked about, screaming angels, librarians, and various other madness. But it was not, in any way, focused on him.
In Karakura, when weird shit happened, it always fell into his lap. Or started off focused on him. In Night Vale, the weirdness was tangential. It would happen with or without him here, and it didn’t require him to do anything other than just get through the day.
Other than the librarians. He definitely got into it with them on a regular basis.
But, really, Ichigo was pretty sure that if he and Kisuke had never ended up here, Night Vale would be exactly the same.
Well, maybe less trauma in the Sheriff’s Secret Police. But that was a side effect of dealing with a Kisuke who was bored.
On the radio, which was another oddity of Night Vale, Cecil was going on about the underground city underneath Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. Kisuke had been taking apart radios, which didn’t have regular parts inside. Ichigo had seen one being pulled apart, and then never did it again. The nightmares were not worth it.
If the weirdness in town seemed to circle around anyone, it was Cecil. Ichigo was finding it a strange and interesting event to be on the outside of things, watching the show. He took part in the strange situations because he had to, but he was never the deciding factor.
It was strangely relaxing. Though it was also occasionally stressful. Simply because he couldn’t stop things when they happened.That made his urge to protect itch, but he ignored it generally. The only person he had to protect was Kisuke, and he was pretty sure the man could protect himself.
Kisuke seemed to be enjoying himself as well. But, then, the man wasn't having to deal with figuring out how to stop work ending situations on a regular basis. The fact he had managed to do it repeatedly in a rather small span of time was really impressive. Between the pair of them, Ichigo was content to know that they could handle pretty much anything. With his power levels, Kisuke's brains, and the range of ideas that two of them could toss back and forth to each other, he had plenty of confidence in the fact they could take care of everything.
On the radio, Cecil was now going on about a man in a tan jacket. Which was weird. This town was strange as hell, but Ichigo was enjoying it.
The library, once he and the librarians battled it out for the right to be there, was really nice as well. It had quite a collection of books, including several over Double Spanish. He really wanted to understand this, and Ichigo threw himself into learning it. Coptic Spanish also had him curious, but one language at a time.
Once one got past the weirdness inherent to the town itself, it was really a nice place to live. The people were friendly, the weather not too horrible, even if the weather reports were strange. It was warm, but never so hot that it was unbearable. Though Kisuke huffed when the sun decided not to set until far too late in the day.
Though Ichigo could agree that not having a sunset until four in the morning, only to have the sun rise again at six am was a little strange. He was sure that it was definitely abnormal. But given the place they were living now, that wasn't the worst thing to happen.
Once he was sure that they were going to go on about the man in a tan jacket and a deerskin suitcase for a while on the radio, Ichigo grabbed his book, then went to find Kisuke.
"So there is apparently some sort of thing that looks like a man in a tan jacket going around," Ichigo said easily. "But nobody can remember his face at all. They all say he has one, but nobody can remember it." He grinned at Kisuke, who looked like he was waiting for more detail. "The City Council has lifted the ban on pens and pencils so that people can immediately jot down how the man looks. It's been difficult for the Sheriff's Secret Police to get a proper description for their search."
As expected, Kisuke grinned at the idea of his pens no longer being illegal. Not that it seemed to bother the man in any case. But it meant that he could go to the store and grab some new ones. Every time the ban was lifted, the store seemed to have a mass of them up for sale. So it was a good chance to stock back up on his supply.
Setting aside a mass of....something, Ichigo wasn't sure what it was and didn't want to know, Kisuke stood up. Ichigo had always thought that Mayuri was the reason that the Twelfth had a thing for extra eyes and other biological mass in their tech. But now he wondered if part of that wasn't from Kisuke. Some of the squad had to be there from when the blond ran the division, given shinigami age ranges.
Or it might have been a Night Vale thing. Lots of fleshy bits in places that should have no fleshy bits.
"Should we do our regular shopping while we are out?" Kisuke asked, moving towards the small tiled area where they kept their shoes. Living in a western home meant they had to modify a few things to keep certain standards.
Ichigo considered it, and nodded. "Might as well. Other than the man in a tan jacket and a deerskin suitcase, it didn't seem like there was anything too wild going on in town. So it should be perfectly safe for them to go ahead and get the shopping taken care of. Plus they had to invest in some more basics to store in the house. After the week where all the doors and windows in town refused to open or close, they had been trapped in the house and gone through most of their stored food. Better to refill the stockpile in case there was another day they were stuck inside for a long period.
He detoured to grab the list that was attached to the fridge. "Do we want to go grab lunch first? The new cafe on the corner by the dog park has gotten some good reviews. Maria says that they make excellent ramen. I'm kinda curious if they do have a good one or not."
Kisuke considered. "That would be nice. Something a bit like home without us having to make it," he said. He smiled at Ichigo, small and happy. "That sounds like an excellent idea. Shall we go?"
Smiling back in return, Ichigo went to grab his shoes. How could he not smile back when Kisuke was giving him that small, but real, smile.
Night Vale was strange, but it was nice. It let him and Kisuke simply be with each other.
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m3kuroshirt · 3 years
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GrimmIchi Prompt: popsicle
Prompt number 11 from August Prompt List by creativepromptsforwriting
Words: 1100
Warnings: none
Grimmjow poked at the white wrapped object. Cold seeped out through the wrapper. He narrowed his eyes at it and glanced around at everyone else. Is this a trap?He wondered. All different scenarios of freezing from the inside out filled his head. But as he looked around, everyone was eating their own…popsicle – that’s what they’d called it, he was sure of it. And no one was having any side effects. Furthermore, it wasn’t Kisuke who had gone out and bought the frozen treats; it was Kurosaki. Probably the one person Grimmjow could trust to not play dirty.
Grimmjow twisted his mouth in a resigned grimace as he opened the wrapper. The popsicle he pulled out was a bright orange, and Grimmjow wondered if it was really a coincidence that he’d been handed this one. Especially since Kurosaki’s was blue. He gave it a hesitant lick.
The first thing he noticed was cold. Cold enough he didn’t taste anything at first. But then. Then, it was sweet, with a slight tang, like an orange with a bit of sugar added. And he found himself likening it to Kurosaki; his personality, tangy and fun when they fought, but sweet and kind outside of the arena. The arrancar stopped licking the popsicle and blinked rapidly, trying to dispel those thoughts from his mind. Since when do I care if he’s sweet and kind?
Grimmjow shook his head. I don’t. I don’t care about anything but the fight, the blood lust. That’s all I want. I want a worthy opponent. That’s all.
The rapid movement caused his popsicle to drip, and due to its position, the sweet juice fell right onto Grimmjow’s collarbone. He jolted at the cold, causing more juice to drip. “Ah. Shit,” he grumbled, looking for somewhere to put the popsicle down where it wouldn’t cause more mess so he could clean himself up before anything got on his pristine white tank top.
“Ah, careful,” a soft, warm, low voice stated. Grimmjow found himself facing the exact man that caused this entire mess. Ichigo was in front of him, standing. Grimmjow was sitting. He wasn’t sure he liked the height difference this caused. But he didn’t have too long to think about it, because his brain short-circuited at Kurosaki’s next move. The orange-haired young man reached down, seemingly without thinking, and swept his finger over Grimmjow’s skin, right where the spilled popsicle was. He applied just enough pressure to rub away the juice, transferring most of it to his finger. Then he licked the orange popsicle juice off his finger. And oh. Oh. Ok then. Grimmjow’s gigai’s heart decided to throw itself into overdrive and he felt his cheeks heating up like the elements on the stove top. He couldn’t find words. And even if he could, they would be no use. His throat was completely dry. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Trapped, he wondered absently for a second if this was some new kido or some other technique Kurosaki had learned. But the thought left when Kurosaki finally spoke again and broke the spell. “Do you need me to clean your hand for you, too? Or are you gonna eat that popsicle?”
Grimmjow blinked once, twice. Sound filtered back in, he could hear Kurosaki’s other friends laughing and joking in the background, completely unaware of Grimmjow’s internal panic at the moment. How selfish of them. He turned his gaze to his hand holding the popsicle, and saw what Kurosaki meant. The popsicle was melting, juice sliding down the sides and onto Grimmjow’s hand. He grimaced. That was gonna be sticky. Without thinking, he leaned forward and licked the juice off his hand and wrist.
At least, he wasn’t thinking…until he heard a soft catch of breath. That definitely got his attention, and Grimmjow looked up, tongue still outstretched on his hand, eyes finding Kurosaki’s face. And he felt a little sliver of pride that he wasn’t the only one apparently getting flustered. Kurosaki’s cheeks were red, his pupils dilated. Grimmjow pulled back, changing his expression to a grin.
“What? Something wrong?” he teased. Kurosaki looked away, and yeah…Grimmjow could see now why this angle was an advantage. He very much liked the sight of the other man’s throat moving as he swallowed. With a smirk he leaned toward Kurosaki. “What’s wrong, Kurosaki? Cat got your tongue?” Grimmjow was rather proud of being able to use the new phrases he was learning, and it was even better if he could fluster Kurosaki with them...except Kurosaki didn’t get flustered now. It was like the phrase made him determined…serious even. He turned dark brown eyes, swirling with intent…desire…and something more…something warm and fierce and exhilarating.
Kurosaki leaned in toward Grimmjow, so close their faces were inches apart. “No…the cat doesn’t have my tongue. But he could, in a moment,” he murmured, so quiet Grimmjow barely heard him. Though, to be fair, Grimmjow was barely hearing a lot of things right now, with the noise in the background from the others, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, and the blood rushing through his veins. He shifted back, but Ichigo’s hand came up between them, catching Grimmjow by the chin and holding him in place. Grimmjow felt a shiver run down his spine as he stared into those enticing brown eyes.
“…could he?” was all he whispered, knowing Kurosaki knew what he meant. A smile met him and then the smile was on him, warm soft lips gently caressing his own, tasting sweet from the frozen treats they’d just consumed. Grimmjow felt his popsicle slide out of his hand and heard it splat on the floor distantly, but he couldn’t even think about that. He needed his hand at his side now, supporting his weight because damn. Damn. This was making him feel dizzy and intoxicated, more than Kisuke’s sake ever had.
When Ichigo finally pulled away, all the noise was gone. In fact, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Grimmjow steadied himself with his hands, eyes wide and staring up at Ichigo. Ichigo smirked at him, but his eyes were serious and dark with an unfulfilled desire burning in them, promising more. “Come to my house tonight,” was all Ichigo said before straightening up and turning around. He strode out the door without a backward glance.
Grimmjow knew he must have painted quite the odd picture by the stares he was getting, but he couldn’t care less about that now. He was sticky. He was hot. He was flustered.
He was definitely going to see Kurosaki tonight.
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asukaskerian · 2 years
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monthly word count - may
TOTAL: 8 320 gonna have to accept that 8k is my new average, huh. sulk sulk sulk. POSTED: nada. IN PROGRESS: -Mada/Tobi/Izu ABO cherry wine chapter uhh, i forget (2 544 words) -suburban ot4 (grimmjow/nelliel/ichigo/orihime) (3 841 words) -pack fuckening ABO (grimmjow 1 fraccion/ichigo ABO) (1 935 words) i'm pretty happy that i managed a decent chunk of progress on each of thse fics, though, instead of forcing out a drabble's worth of edits on a dozen old things. good job, self.
-- suburban ot4 -- "It's nice that you trust him so much, huh. That's gonna make it easier." From behind the bar where Jackie is showing him how to make a mai tai, Grimmjow arches an eyebrow. Nelliel and her belly have managed to climb a barstool and she's nursing a virgin mojito, chatting casually with Boss-man and the brat. It's the first time she visits him at his job; it's a slow evening, and still early, so the whole crew drops by here and there to hang out. Also apparently celebrate his starting to train as a bartender, as if that's not yet another excuse to get sloshed on the job. Boss-man is making his smirky asshole face. Grimmjow snorts. He can smell the verbal trap coming a mile off, but honestly that's just gonna make his reaction to Nelliel's reaction funnier-- "Of course," she replies casually, toying with her straw. "He's got a good sense for the crazy ones. I trust him to only pick up the ones that won't come back to throw a chair through the bottle racks." Pfft. "Too bad that's taking out all the hot ones," he drawls. "Is there a reason you can't turn off a bathroom light, Grimmjow," Nelliel replies, deadpan. Grimmjow cackles, half because of what she said and half over Ginjo's brief nonplussed look. He really thought he was gonna start some domestic disturbance shit, didn't he. Riruka meanwhile looks torn between genuine flustered shock and laughing at Ginjo in a 'cooler than you' way. "You joking, or you really don't mind?" Jackie asks, twisting a bottle cap back on with sure hands. "Gotta know if I should rat him out." Nelliel glances at him. Grimmjow shrugs. He hasn't really told them much about his personal life -- just that he's got a pregnant girlfriend and they're living with another couple, but it's not like he's embarrassed. Ginjo and his crew like playing at being marginalized -- ooh, society sucks, corporate-suburbia people are sheep and not real, I'm never buying a house or wearing a tie or getting married -- but at this level, that's what it is; a game. Not a single one of them has ever had to sleep on the streets. Well, maybe Jackie. She has the feel. -- cherry wine -- "What are you doing here," he rasped, and tried not to look any lower, not to rake his eyes over the simple sleeveless gi yawning open over mesh wire on bare skin. "What do you think?" Tobirama frowned, crossed his arms over his chest. Bare, strong arms, corded with muscle. Them and his legs, they were the most solidly omega part of him, with his waist too thin to carry comfortably -- "Madara. Eyes up." Madara breathed through his nose and immediately regretted it. Tobirama was standing on the other end of the courtyard, with decorative bushes and flowers and moss in between. It should have cut down on his scent -- it did, some, only now it was a teasing hint. His scent really had evolved since he got discovered as an omega, huh. ... Why was he here? Madara scowled. "It's been -- how long has it been? Not very. You're already here." Tobirama frowned back, arms crossing a little more tightly. "I was monitoring the both of you and felt Izuna leave in a hurry." "And you thought it was poison." "... And I listened in on some intelligence on my way in." Madara tilted his head slowly -- a last, forgotten hair pin tugged at the back of his head. He reached up to pull it free slowly, eyes not leaving the omega across the little garden, walled in with him. He liked that Tobirama watched him back just as closely -- as if the pin was a senbon, maybe, some kind of deadly weapon. He didn't like that Tobirama was lying to him. -- howling outside your door (it's pretty much all filth, so... XD) -- He really likes Ichigo's back, doesn't he. The hakama works nicely to show off how trim his waist is compared to his-- "Eight out of ten. Passionate, tender. Loses two points for the lack of varied position." "--Edrad what the fuck--" "Six point five," Yylfordt counters, at his prissiest. "Failure to seal the deal. No bun in that oven. Sure it was enthusiastic but they rather missed the point of the exercise." "Five point two! With that technique he might as well have gotten the wrong hole -- ow!" Grimmjow picks up another rock, weighs it thoughtfully. Di Roy rubs at his mask. He's not hurt but his brain has got to have been rattled a bit. "Shawlong, Nakeem, anything to add?" he asks, deceptively pleasant. Nakeem gives a slow blink right back.
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zabiume · 3 years
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What are your headcanons for Ichigo x Keigo?
Keigo is an ardent member of the Ichigo fan club, so he's definitely out there at all of Ichigo's football games, cheering him on, trading vociferous barbs with the away team about how Ichigo's abs are so much better. Ichigo likes to act embarrassed but we all know that's a sham, Ichigo.
Keigo is the shy one in this relationship.
Ichigo tells Keigo that if he makes the honor roll list this year he'll take him out on a date [based on my reading of Keigo's Bleach Wiki page, which has a lot of amusing information btw but also this quote, which utterly destroyed me—"He always has a little smile, even when he's alone" which,,,Keigo!!!!] Didn't think I'd be having Feels about a B Tier supporting character from a 15+-year-old manga but..here I am!
Anyway, Keigo makes it to the honor roll. They have a classic arcade date and Keigo swoons when Ichigo wins those little game prizes for him.
(”Who knew the school punk could be such a romantic?” “If you tell a single soul about this, you’ll regret it”) 
Mizuro, Uryu, and Chad help him get ready for his date. On the other side, you have Orihime and Rukia helping Ichigo. The girls tell Ichigo a bunch of do's-and-don'ts for a first date and Ichigo promptly forgets...all of them. The boys just tell Keigo to wear cologne and believe in himself.
Speaking of, I just remembered that Keigo has an older sister, and considering Ichigo is someone who takes older sibling-ing very seriously, you can bet your ass he tries his best to be in her good books. He does it allll; asks his sister for permission, walks Keigo home, calls her "ma'am" (which makes her snort). You'd think Ichigo wouldn't be scared of much by now but he is definitely afraid of Mizuho Asano, student President and Resident Older Sister. [Another fun fact: Mizuho is apparently the one that recommended Uryu for Student President, according to Death Save the Strawberry, so you can tell she has high standards for her own brother]
Keigo will sit through Al Pacino movies for Ichigo — a feat that Orihime, Uryu and Chad themselves have never been able to do — and they both dress up in very ugly retro outfits that only they think are hot. Disaster Gay + Chaotic Bisexual Vibes.
IchiKeigo go on double dates with TatsuHime and Tatsuki and Ichigo always get competitive about proving their superiority in front of Orihime and Keigo, which ends up in a plank competition that Ichigo loses. Ichigo might be an OP Shinigami-Quincy-Fullbringer-Hollow, but one must never underestimate the power of a lesbian.
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hyotenhyakkaso · 3 years
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Winter watches DiamondDust part ??
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Kusaka T poses for dominance over the Soul Society. 
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I had to back track for this bb. 
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God- These two are going to kill me. I need to make a meta post fjalksdfj. 
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TEMPORARILY??? BITCH WHERE’S HE GONNA GO? HE ROOTED HIMSELF TO THE GROUND WITH ICE. I DONT THINK HE’S GOING ANYWHERE ANYTIME SOON. HE’S MAKING LIKE A TREE AND SITTING THERE. 
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T H E M
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Soi-fon yeeting her Haori kills me. 
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-snerk- 
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Apparently I’m dyslexic because I thought this said “Is this a woman?” 
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Can we talk about how fitting it is, how Byakuya’s lieutenant has a flower collared snek? No? okay moving on
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How is toshiro still climbing when he’s literally wounded from both his shoulder and his side- This man is titanium i swear to frozen heavens. 
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THEY’RE GAY YOUR HONOR- 
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HELP ME WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD AT THIS. NEITHER OF THEM TRY AND EVEN ATTEMPT TO CATCH HER. THEN THERES THE FACT SHE SCREECHES AND  OHMYGOD. 
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GAY PANIC
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I can’t tell if he’s just not wanting to say anything or just is violently disassociating. My hunch says both.
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BITCH IS STILL ALIVE AFTER HE GOT CUT IN HALF AND YEETED 
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THIS MOTHERFUCKER. 
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Kenpachi really said “Perish” 
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When you think you’re done with a floor but there's mORE
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When you and the GF have the same idea. Like literally- the same idea with three different people. (I’m not joking)
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And then they never talked about it again ever <3 Though I do have a question. Why does he not want anyone to know? But now this makes three people apparently. Has this ever been like- mentioned in universe? Did I just miss it??
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HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING 
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this is really cool buT WHERE IS YOUR SHIRT-  ARE YOU THE ARMSTRONG OF THIS SERIES MY GUY???
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Byakuya to the rescuuuee
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Ichigo: The last time I got put in here I got my ass kicked
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How many times do I have to save your asses? - Bya probably
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He looks so tired- of being here or everyone’s bullshit is anyones guess. 
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WHY IS HE RIPPED- 
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What a fabulous way to die. 
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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~
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Hot 
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Wheee~
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Two bros flying through the air to kill a guy~ 5 feet apart cuz they’re not gay~!
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Dude- that didnt work when Kenpachi tried it. Why did you try it
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Some-
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BODY ONCE TOLD ME- 
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I do find it interesting how they change the color of the ice between Hyorinmaru’s. Letting you tell the difference right away. Kusaka’s having a more violet blue while Toshiro’s is more of a green turquoise blue. 
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Kinky. 
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WHY IS THE WEAK POINT ALWAYS THE FOREHEAD OR THE EYE. I DONT UNDERSTAND. 
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mAYBE HE’S BORN WITH IT MAYBE ITS MAYBELLINE-
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Avatar Kusaka- 
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Fuck Toshiro I guess xD
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HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING. also can we talk about how short he is compared to ichi
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HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING???
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h- Yanno what they’re both stubborn. 
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I cant imagine what he’s thinking right now. Possibly “Is that how I look-” Also they started from different sides of the screen. and started scream running toward each other. 
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Poor baby is scared tf. Goddamn it Central 46.
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I wanna talk about this one too in a different post. 
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.... Well actually the stealth force killed you the first time but go off I guess- 
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I didnt need my heart no. 
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-ugly sobbing - 
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Shes gotta point- 
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Why does the ouin look like a stamp.
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That small laugh gives me life 
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YOU SO FUCKIN PRECIOUS WHEN YOU S M I L E 
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HE FOLLOWS WITHOUT A DAMN WORD. 
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Bonus: 
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mysterylover123 · 3 years
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Mysterylover Watches Bleach episode 347 "Ichi Takes 24 Minutes to Make up His Mind"
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1. So Ichi did you agree to get your powers back? Y/N? What's the deal here? Anyway Chad and Probably a Villain are talking about Ichi's reaction
2. Another hot lady villain pops up to object to the plans about restoring Ichi's powers or something. She seems to know Chad. And Pigtail is mad and being a Tsundere about Ichi.
3. A guy with a chain on his chest is having a heart attack in a parking lot. Huh. Spooky.
4. Some spooky guy with a book is monologuing about life and stuff and kills chains guy. OK is this the villain for the arc?
5. Pigtails is now stalking Ichigo. Apparently. So back to Uryuu's hospital room
6. Orihime is visiting him with a bag filled with about a billion movies. YES HIME. YOU ARE STILL THE BEST.
7. Hime is here to ask and presumably figure out what's going on in the plot. Apparently she and Uryuu BOTH have a 6th Ichigo sense.
8. Hime will take care of this Uryuu don't you worry your pretty little head about Hime. SHE CAN REWIND TIME DUDE
9. Pigtails is not a very competent stalker. Ichi's gonna see her. Anyway Hime catches up with Ichi and hopefully will protect our newly damselified protag.
10. Pigtails seems jealous of Hime because of course she is. Ichi must be SO confused RN.
11. Anyway we finally get some introspection from our lead as he runs to dramatically pick up his Soul Reaper badge from the river. Metaphorically at least.
12. Lots of Ichi brooding shots follow as he thinks back on the events of the last few episodes. Conflict!
13. His sisters are really mad at him because he isn't eating apparently. Major grade depression there.
14. He's apparently blowing off the chance to get his powers back. Dayum.
15. Ichi is now eating with his sisters which is good. And decides to lie to them about possibly meeting someone.
16. Chad why are you so sinister now. I'm so convinced those guys are shifty.
17. Chad reminds Ichi of their old promise. Dude are you trying to guilt trip him that ain't cool.
18. Anyway Ichi blows him off. Dude hurry up the pacing here is starting to drag.
19. Ooh Ichi runs into a villain! Cool action now? Anyway Ichi and his sis talk groceries and then get attacked by a hollow.
20. And Not! The villain beats it! Which changes Ichi's mind much to Pigtail girl's pleasure. So now new quest! Get them powers back.
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