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blue-farts · 2 years

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Redesigned Maōko!

“魔狼噛み傷”Maō Ōkami Kamikizu (Devil Wolf Bite) A kidō type zanpakutō that numbs whatever it cuts. It relies on numerous cuts to eventually cause instability to the receiving end of these attacks. The attacks are meant to inflict the same pain you would get if you were to be bitten by an animal‑ latched onto you with a strong grip and increasing pressure that would cause the limb or affected area to gradually lose feeling. One small cut acts almost like an anesthetic, which comes in handy when treating pain in an emergency; because of this, Aoi usually finds herself volunteering around Squad 4 in her freetime.

Her Zanpakutō spirit manifests itself in a lanky, humanoid form with distinct wolf characteristics. She wears a bandaged top along with a black, side‑slitted hakama. It is adorned with a belt in the style of a Shimenawa; a shide hangs in its center. A childish scatterbrain, she shows a more cold, dominant and sadistic side when threatened. Her childlike behavior gave her the nickname “Maōko”. Her inner world consists of a flooded, barren forest with a thick fog covering the ground. Trees that are caved in or knocked over are one way she lets her presence be known.

#bleachoc #bleach OC #bleachtybw #bleachanime #maoko #zanpakuto #oc #anime #Bleach #thousand year blood war #the blood warfare

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ciegeinc · 2 years

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BLEACH: THE BLOOD WARFARE episode01

#bleach #the blood warfare #anime #new

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 7 months

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🚬🦇 Vampire!Price 🚬🦇

Vampire!Price AU where he's 737 years old and has been through countless wars. One of the most powerful beings in existence who has the gift, or rather, a curse of eternal life. Now he's with the SAS, forming the Task Force 141, a team of soldiers with special abilities. In the modern day though, Price has sworn to only consume animal blood, because if he consumes human blood (even the enemies') his thirst will grow insatiable and he'll harm other people he grew to cherish, which explains his pale skin colour. He hasn't drunk any human blood since WWII. When he's at the height of his powers, he can control the blood flow of other beings with blood, and with that, their movements and even every pump of their heart. That is, until he met Gaz, who hadn't a single drop of blood inside his body. Spoiler : it's Mummy!Gaz 👀

What a fun experience ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Revisiting the Vampire!Price had been really enjoyable, plus the fact that I get to study more shading and colouring techniques (because I suck at colouring)!

That cup is definitely just a red tea.

Hope you love this art! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Lineart version 👇

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newsintheshell · 2 years

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Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War, il nuovo trailer annuncia che l’anime andrà in onda dal 10 ottobre

L’attesissimo sequel della serie porterà a conclusione la storia nell’arco di quattro stagioni.

Con il nuovo trailer di “BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War” pubblicato oggi è stato annunciato che l’attesissimo sequel della serie animata, tratta dal popolarissimo shonen manga di Tite Kubo, inizierà ad andare in onda dal 10 ottobre.

L’anime comincerà con il portare in tv la saga Thousand-Year Blood War (o The Blood Warfare), raccontata a partire dal 55° volume, per poi adattare il resto della storia fino alla fine, il tutto nell’arco di quattro stagioni, non consecutive. Al momento, non è stato specificato di quanti episodi stiamo parlando e come i vari cour saranno divisi.

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La serie è prodotta sempre da STUDIO PIERROT (Black Clover, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations), ma ha un nuovo regista: Tomohisa Taguchi (Twin Star Exorcists, Akudama Drive), che si occupa anche della sceneggiatura assieme a Masaki Hiramatsu (Toriko, Kara no Kyokai).

Il character designer è invece sempre curato Masashi Kudo (Bleach, Tower of God, Chain Chronicle: The Light of Haecceitas) e anche le musiche sono composte ancora una volta da Shiro Sagisu (Bleach, Evangelion: 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time, SSSS.Dynazenon).

Ichigo Kurosaki ha 15 anni ed è uno studente delle superiori che possiede la straordinaria capacità di vedere i fantasmi. Quando incontra Rukia, una Shinigami che aiuta le anime perdute a trovare la pace, la sua vita non così normale diventa ancora più speciale…

Il manga, edito nel nostro paese da Panini Comics sotto l’etichetta Planet Manga, è stato serializzato in patria fra il 2001 e il 2016, concludendosi il 74° volume.

Andati in onda fra il 2004 e il 2012, i 366 episodi che compongono l’originale serie animata di “BLEACH” sono stati diretti da Noriyuki Abe (Great Teacher Onizuka, Yu Yu Hakusho).

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L’anime è stato licenziato solo di recente in Italia da Dynit, che lo sta attualmente distribuendo sia in streaming, che home video, anche doppiato.

Oltre alla serie tv, l’opera ha ispirato quattro film d’animazione, già disponibili in Italia su VVVVID, una serie di romanzi, diversi videogiochi e un film live-action che potete trovare su Netflix.

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Autore: SilenziO)))

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#bleach #anime #serie tv #manga #shonen #thousand year blood war #the blood warfare #planet manga #panini comics #dynit #giappone #animazione #cartoni animati #tite kubo

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amikoroyaiart · 10 months

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'Hang in there, I've got you'

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #modern warfare ii #amiko art #cw blood

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greatstormcat · 4 months

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Of Wolf And Man - The Blood Moon

PolyTF141 x f!reader

Series Masterlist

TW: MDNI 18+, monster fucking, period sex and discussion of periods, masturbation, p in v

You were warm, too warm, sweat prickling along your back and making it stick to the bed sheet below you. Spending the night with the Pack was becoming a more regular event now, but you still made sure you returned to the cottage and your own space more often than not. Last night it had been raining, drops flying through the trees almost sideways, and there was no point in getting soaked and muddy, so you’d happily stayed put. The pack share a single, huge sleep platform that was made by Price’s hands years ago. Being nestled in the midst of their bodies was a little overwhelming to start with, but it was now the most comforting thing you could imagine. It was also interesting when anyone was feeling a little amorous, that feeling usually spilling over to the others without fail. A dozing pile of semiconscious werewolves becoming a mound of caressing hands and hungry lips was an unearthly experience.

Now, though, you were too hot to stand the close contact, and a deep, creeping discomfort in your lower abdomen suggestd why. You sneak quietly to the bathroom, trying hard not to rouse the others, and confirm your theory with a quick swipe of tissue. Your period. As quietly as you can you pull on your jeans, stuffing your underwear with a wad of tissue from the bathroom, fumbling with your bra over your sore breasts and cursing as a cramp digs its fingers into you making you drop your boots. You pull your top on and pick up your bag, planning to head back to the cottage and get some supplies before coming back. The idea of cuddling with them through this is highly appealing, but bleeding all over your clothes and their furniture isn’t. You’ll just leave a note and maybe even be back before they notice you’ve gone.

“Where are you going, love?” Price asks roughly as you head towards the bedroom door, bag over your shoulder and a frown knitting your brows together. It never fails that if you go near that door one of them notices and asks, but never does anything as crass as trying to stop you. They’d been extra physical the last day or so, more protective and watchful, almost trying to keep you in constant physical contact.

“I need to go back home,” you explain, huffing a little at getting caught, pain stabbing low in your abdomen. “You don’t understand, I need my… stuff. My period just started.” You are not sure if you’re sharing too much information, certainly with a bunch of men, even if they were werewolves. He chuckles and gets up from the bed, padding over to you on bare feet and totally nude, just like the rest of them.

“I know, I can smell it on you,” he says, moving closer to you until he is almost touching you with his chest and your back bumps against the still closed door. Your skin prickles as he leans closer, the faintest scrape of his beard touching your neck as he leans in and inhales. “It’s coming off you in waves, the whole place smells of you right now, smelling like….” he trails off, not finishing the thought out loud but you see the faint shiver that ripples through his muscles at whatever it is he thinks.

“Is it that bad?” You ask faintly, feeling a spell being woven over you. The other three are watching from the bed now they’re awake too, drawn in by whatever dark thing is happening before them.

“You’re bleeding in our den, making it yours just by being here when you’re most vulnerable,” Price answers, almost curling himself around you so he can run his nose along the skin behind your ear. “Trusting us to protect you like this,” his voice drops to a deep growl on the last few words, you almost expect to feel his tongue against your skin but he holds himself back, barely. Simon has stood up and taken a step forward, Kyle and Johnny poised on the edge of the bed, clearly tense and ready to move at the slightest provocation. The air ripples with an electricity you’ve never felt before, the scent of your menstrual blood driving the four werewolves into a highly protective state.

“Does it hurt?” Price asks you, drawing your attention back to him.

“Hmmm?” You ask, struggling to pull your eyes from the others. The feeling that if you look away they’re going to pounce, thrums through your veins. Price takes your chin in his fingers and tilts your head to look at him.

“Are you in pain?” he repeats himself with the patience of a rock, pupils wide as his eyes bore into you. You give a small nod in answer, and his mouth tightens almost imperceptibly. If you weren’t so close to him you probably wouldn’t have noticed the twitch in his expression. “Then you’re not leaving here,” he says firmly. “Tell us what you need, we’ll go and get it for you and bring it back.”

It's Simon and Johnny that volunteer to go, and you tell him what you need and where it is in your cottage, glad there aren’t many places for them to have to look and the fact they know it inside and out. They leave with your key and backpack, and Price guides you back towards the bed.

With a firm hand Price pushes you down onto the mattress, and he pulls your boots off, coaxing you to move into the middle of the soft space amidst the various pillows and blankets once more. The earthy, comforting smell of them always hits you hard here, drawing you in and pulling you under into comforting bliss. Kyle crawls up beside you, and you're soon sandwiched between them, Price’s hands moving to the waistband of your jeans and pulling at the buttons to undo them.

“Wait… I…” you start to say, insecurities about your body rushing to the surface and threatening to burst the soft bubble you’re floating in. Periods are meant to be reviled, hidden, aren’t they? So why are they treating you like a revered goddess?

“Hush now, I’m not trying anything on. Just getting you comfortable,” he says softly but with a firmness that leaves you without any doubts that you can trust him. Your jeans are peeled away, and you have to admit it feels better not having the waistband jabbing into your bloated stomach.

It’s shockingly fast how quickly Simon and Johnny return with you things, they had to have sprinted the entire way there and back on all four paws. You change into more comfortable clothing, a loose old t-shirt, and take some paracetamol, waiting for the cramps to subside.

“There’s a quicker way to take the edge off the pain,” Johnny says as he lays at the corner of the bed, caught between shapes and slowly wagging his tail back and forth.

“What’s that?” You ask curiously.

“Orgasm, hen,” he says with a sharp toothed grin, and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.

“What? You’re kidding,” you laugh.

“Relaxes the muscles and releases those feel good chemicals in the brain,” he insists. You look at the others, and realise they all seem to be in agreement.

“Well… I….” you stammer, unsure what to say next. How could the situation get any weirder though? “What about the mess?” You ask lamely.

“You’ve seen us coming back from a hunt often enough, d’you think we care about getting a little blood on us?” Simon counters from where he is lounging beside Johnny. Its true, you’ve seen them when they’ve hunted down and killed a deer more than once while you’ve known them, and whilst you had opted not to watch them eat it raw you saw the aftermath and felt the aftereffect of the high they rode as a result. You feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment at such a childish question.

“Hey, stop worrying about it. If you don’t want to do it we are not going to force the issue,” Simon continues, but ultimately you agree to put your trust in them once again.

You insist on towels being put down despite them saying they don’t mind the mess, and you are soon stripped down, gently cradled underneath Kyle at Price’s insistence. If Johnny is put out by this, he is quickly over it as he watches, eyes rapt as Kyle kisses your neck until your eyelids flutter shut. Simon joins him, a heavy arm draped over the smaller man’s shoulder possessively.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” Kyle whispers against your collarbone, kissing and nipping at it. “Rub your clit for me, nice and slow.”

“I will,” you promise him, swallowing nervously as he nudges your aching thighs open with his knees. The scent must be incredibly strong to them, as all four inhale sharply, a collective growl rolling through the air around you, and you can’t help but feel a rush of heat in response. When you touch your clit, it's already sensitive from your arousal and the effects of your period and you hiss in a sharp breath at the buzz it gives you.

“Fuck… you smell so good,” Kyle whispers, kissing your cheek and hair. “So good.” You tilt your hips, pressing against the fat tip of his cock as your cramps war against your need, clit aching deliciously as you rub it.

“Please,” you beg, and he rumbles a deep moan in response, gently easing into you, finding little resistance thanks to the extra, bloody lubrication. The dull ache you were feeling changes into a different sensation as his cock massages the muscles of your walls, the steady grinding of his hips bringing blessed relief.

“How’s that feel, hmmm?” He breaths, and you moan wantonly, nodding your head.

“Yeah… better…” you sigh dreamily, your free palm sliding up the hard planes of his chest, and then curling your fingers until the blunt edges of your nails bite into his skin. “Much… much better.”

His pace is gentle, a tender and sensual rolling of his hips that sends sparks along your nerves, chasing the pain away and replacing it with a deep, warming pleasure.

“Good boy, Kyle,” you hear Price rumble, almost purring close to your ear before he presses against your side. He fists his cock slowly, almost in sync with Kyle’s thrusts, and presses kisses against your neck and throat. Where Simon and Johnny are, it’s hard to tell, but soft grunts and wet sounds suggest they are occupied nearby. “Remember, don’t knot her. It’ll hurt too much right now,” he guides the younger werewolf, looking at you with hooded, hungry eyes.

“Yeah, got it. She feels so good,” Kyle groans, his hips curling and grinding into you, wet sounds accompanying the laboured breaths from you both. You find yourself bucking your hips as the buzzing in your muscles coalesces into a hot ball, a tension building in you that needs to be released.

“Shit…” you mutter, legs sawing against the sides of Kyle’s hips, as you chase that sensation, clinging to it with desperation. Your fingers slide back and forth over your clit, faster and faster until Price pulls away your hand, replacing it with his thick, weathered fingers to slow you down.

“Relax, don’t rush to the finish line,” he murmurs, and when you let out a frustrated whine he kisses you. His tongue slides against yours roughly, hinting at his need under his control, and you push the fingers of one hand into his hair while you kiss. Your hand grasps onto Kyle as he continues to slowly fuck you, and the trembling of his muscles under your palm tells you he is working hard to not pound mercilessly into you like he usually does.

A muffled curse hints at more passion being shared between Simon and Johnny, another overspill of desire, and the sounds that follow only add to the fire building inside of you.

“I… I can’t stop it…” Kyle rasps, and you can feel the swelling starting to build at the base of his shaft, his knot growing and pulling at you already.

“You’ll have to let me take over then, pup,” Price tells him with a breathless grin, using his broad shoulders to nudge Kyle aside. When Kyle pulls out, you’re left feeling empty and the lack of his body heat over your abdomen is jarring until Price takes his place.

Price doesn’t have Kyle’s length but he is thicker, and there’s a tender stretch as he slowly splits your bloodied folds open, rocking his hips to completely wrap you around his length and pick up where Kyle left off. A high pitched whine bubbles up your throat as you have to readjust, your orgasm fading slightly and the hint of pain worming its way back through.

“Shhh… it's okay, I know,” he soothes you, draping his heavy chest over your body. The hair on his chest tickles your overly sensitive nipples and you twitch slightly as he cocoons you in his arms. As soon as your muscles relax, the discomfort recedes and the delicious pleasure returns, riding the thrusts of his length inside you.

Kyle rolls onto his back with a petulant groan, displeased at having to pull himself from you, crimson streaks adorning his engorged dick which he begins to stroke desperately. You can smell that faint tang of iron in the air, the thing that’s been driving the Pack wild since you got out of bed. Whatever Simon and Johnny are doing, you can feel the counter rhythm of it throw the mattress, a heavy but steady sound accompanying it along with moans and grunts.

Your orgasm builds, a flood behind a dam ready to break, washing away all concerns and doubts you had about sharing your body with them. With your legs hooked around Price’s waist, you pull yourself harder onto his cock, refusing to follow the gentle pace he has tried to maintain, and he has the good grace to take the hint. With a few more hard, sharp thrusts, he sends you wailing into your release sending spasms of heaven through your aching body.

Gasping for air you float back into your body, a pleasant tingle singing through your muscles instead of the tired ache you woke up with. You roll your eyes over to Kyle just in time to see him spill cum across his knuckles in thick ropes, and you tighten again around Price’s dick, still inside you.

“You okay there?” He asks softly, kissing your forehead and then nose. Perspiration glistens on his forehead as he looks down at you with concern in his eyes.

“I feel wonderful,” you breathe, and kiss his lips. The wet feeling between your thighs is no matter as they continue to accept it so easily.

“Good, you ready for more? Then we’ll get you some breakfast,” he grins. Whatever reply you were going to give him does in your throat as he starts to move his hips again.

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blue-farts · 2 years

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TYBW Character Sheet for Aoi! Ongoing Bio down below!

Name: Aoi Kōyanoko

CV: Hiromi Igarashi

Birthday: January 21st

Zanpakutō: Maō Ōkami Kamikizu (Devil Wolf Bite)

Height: 152cm/ 5'0"

Affiliation: 6th Division 3rd Seat

The "little sis" of the 6th division with a wild card of a personality. She fulfills her end of responsibilities within the division and in a few occasions accompanies her Lieutenant on trips to the World of The Living. She has upmost respect for both Byakuya and Renji, even if she can't fully comprehend the reasoning behind some of their actions/thinking.

Full Bio

Born: January 21 Height: 5’0 Weight: 90 lbs Zanpakutō: “魔狼噛み傷”Maō Ōkami Kamikizu (Devil Wolf Bite) Incantation: Bare your fangs and sink your teeth Hobby: Hiking Special Skill: Wood carving (during her hikes, she finds time to train herself to make much deeper cuts with her Zanpakutō- she uses the trees for this and is the reason the area seems to be a bit more spacious) Food Likes: Meats Dislikes: Spicy Foods How she spends/ what she does on her days off: Swimming, helping around the Squad 4 barracks

Personality:

A wild card of a personality. Level headed, ambitious, and light hearted. Sometimes smug (she hangs around Renji, so she adopts this trait from him) and cautious (her time spent in Squad 3 before Aizen's betrayal normally kept her on the edge with Gin; after transferring to Squad 6, she found to miss her old atmosphere a bit so she tries to liven things up when and if she can). She's easily impressed, whether it be by her own actions or of another, and unfortunately gullible when it comes to a topic she knows next to nothing about. When under a lot of pressure, she’s prone to lashing out at others in frustration.

During battle, she tries to observe as much as she can about her opponent and strategize, but will take action without thought if the circumstances require it. She can get into a bit of a frenzy if pushed to her limit, disregarding her own safety in the process.

Zanpakutō:

“魔狼噛み傷”Maō Ōkami Kamikizu (Devil Wolf Bite)

A kidō type zanpakutō that numbs whatever it cuts. It relies on numerous cuts to eventually cause instability to the receiving end of these attacks. The attacks are meant to inflict the same pain you would get if you were to be bitten by an animal- latched onto you with a strong grip and increasing pressure that would cause the limb or affected area to gradually lose feeling. One small cut acts almost like an anesthetic, which comes in handy when treating pain in an emergency; because of this, Aoi usually finds herself volunteering around Squad 4 in her freetime.

Zanpakutō Spirit:

Her Zanpakutō spirit manifests itself in a lanky, humanoid form with distinct wolf characteristics. She wears a bandaged top along with a black, side-slitted hakama. It is adorned with a belt in the style of a Shimenawa; a shide hangs in its center. A childish scatterbrain, she shows a more cold, dominant and sadistic side when threatened. Her childlike behavior gave her the nickname “Maōko”.

Her inner world consists of a flooded, barren forest with a thick fog covering the ground. Trees that are caved in or knocked over are one way she lets her presence be known.

#bleach #bleach oc #bleach original character #original character #anime girl #anime #blue hair #blue hair anime #aoi koyanoko #maoko #oc #my art #bluefarts #blue farts #BLEACH ANIME #TYBW #Bleach tybw #Thousand Year Blood War #The Blood Warfare

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clanborn · 6 months

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13! :3

Good day, back to the beginning

Cycles never-ending, living on the outside

Living on the outside

We're going hungry and we're out of time

Faith in The Child keeps us pretty alright

Just past the dividing line

Between the blessed and cursed of Antimai

Ring 8- Poverty by The Dear Hunter

#not a specific character i feel like this song works for the clans in general #and their self imposed lifestyle of misery and cyclical warfare #my art #warrior cats #ask game #spotify requests #blood #blood tw

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 7 months

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Makarov in "The Lobby"

Just a sketch before I sleep! Took this opportunity to study Julian Kostov's face and I think I'm getting the hang of it 👌

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Am I highkey seeing Makarov as another Vampire in Halloween AU? 👀 Imagine Makarov being a much stronger vampire than Price because he's been consuming human blood non-stop without remorse. And now in order to defeat Mak, Price has to break his oath and start consuming human blood again 👁️👁️.

Here's some timelapse and hope you love it! *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ