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ywpd-translations · 9 months

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Ride 740: Sugimoto driven in a corner

Pag 1

3: Pinch and crush him, Danchiku!! Crush Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 2

1: As easy as crushing dry leaves!!

Yeah, Issaa!!

Pag 4

3: You're slow

Pag 5

1: You're slow, Sugimoto-san – Bamboo Hop Shot!!

2: He's fast!!

4: He got even faster.... than the second day...

But

5: But!!

Pag 6

1: It's not so easy to crush my heart, Danchiku!!

Kuaaaaagh

Pag 7

2: The battle between those two has started!!

3: The last battle of the training camp's fourth day!! The rule is simple, whoever crosses the sensor line first wins!!

4: The serious battle between Danchiku and Sugimoto, betting the spot in the Inter High!!

5: Sugimoto....!!

6: Danchiku!!

7: But.... this battle....

Pag 8

1: That's right, Onoda

4: He.... Sugimoto understands everything

And he's fighting upon understanding that

6: He's running with that resolution

And he has no intention whatsoever of stepping aside!!

Pag 9

2: What....

I really settled this with one attack

3: It was easy

5: Kuaaagh

8: Kuaaaagh

9: …. no

Pag 10

1: Kuaaaaagh

He's still chasing after me!!

Pag 11

1: Sugimoto-san

2: Dan.... chikuu!!

3: I wonder what's this feeling

I was thinking I could win against you, and it's true that I said I could defeat you with one attack

4: But, I don't know why, but my heart is beating fast

And for some reason the corners of my mouth are pulling up

5: Maybe it's because I know we've practiced and desperately ran together until now, but when earlier I turned back and I didn't see you, I though “ah of course”, but there was also another feeling....

Pag 12

1: I thought- there's no way that that Sugimoto-san was beaten by just one attack!!

Pag 13

1: Ha

2: Kuaaagh

3: He chased me and kept going until he passed me!!

5: Dammit, even though I couldn't defeat him in one blow, right now I feel so good!!

6: I'm thinking that this is the spirit!!

Pag 14

1: Sugimoto-san!!

2: It's so hard....!!

Danchiku really got stronger than on the second day

3: But this is the basis of road racing: don't let your opponent understand how it is for you!!

4: Looks like you're having a hard time, Sugimoto-san

Pag 15

1: He noticed!!

2: But there's no way I'm giving up the lead position

Until my breath calms down, I'll keep just the right pace....

3: He jumped ahead!!

4: Can you follow!?

6: Mh

7: Easily!!

Pag 16

2: Well you're so reliable!!

Danchiku used his “Hop Shot” again

Pag 17

1: Garuaah!!

2: He left me behind!!

3: Kuaaaaagh

Keep up, Sugimoto Terufumi!!

4: Sugimoto-san, you followed!! I'm happy that we're clashing seriously now

5: Issa told me not to tell you

But I'll tell you, Sugimoto-san

6: There's another secret to my special technique “Panda Shout”

Panda Shout is....

Pag 18

1: A breathing technique

2: When humans breathe, oxygen weaves into their lungs

3: And when they work out, they need a lot of fresh oxygen

And they become conscious of their “inhaling”

4: But if they do it too much, their breathing becomes uneven and shallow, and they inhale the oxygen around their mouth that it's not “fresh air”

5: Exhaling is more important than inhaling!!

“Actively pushing out the air in your lungs”!!

6: That way, you can naturally take in a lot of “fresh air”!!

Panda Shout uses the abdominal pressure to squeeze out all the air from my lungs

Pag 19

1: It's the ultimate technique to intake oxygen!!

3: Technique to intake....!!

4: If he can accelerate even more....!!

5: I'll use it right away

Ah, and there's one more thing

Huh

6: When I use this

Pag 20

1: My acceleration with Hop Shot becomes twice as fast!!

2: Two.... ice

Please hold on tight and follow me, Sugimoto-san!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 740 #kabu and danchiku are being so annoying i cant help but hope they lose just so they learn a lesson asdashdjglsf #i love them though dont get me wrong- sohoku is too full of nice ppl we need some annoying brats #kabu got 100% more annoying since aoyagi (his conscience basically) left #we need someone to hold him back lmao #btw the funniest thing for me would be if danchiku wins right now and he and kabu are all 'yayyy we're goin to the ih together!'#and onoda is like 'actually no i want sugimoto on the team'#'you literally decided yourself that this stupid race btwn them was to decide whod go to the ih #'i never said i agreed and im the captain' lmao #no bt srsly onoda and the others still have the last word so #you literally never know :eyes emoji:

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eye-of-yelough · 27 days

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sorry just imagined aeryn calling gortash homophobic slurs when he doesn’t hit him hard enough and. i’m normal.

specifically “pansy” and “nancy boy”.

he’s gonna “who taught you how to backhand? your husband?” his way into getting knocked OUT.

respect.

#sorry. he’s such a deranged masochist. there are no words to express how much a depraved BRAT aeryn was in the early years #uhhh if you want me to tag this let me know i know it’s a little Much #your daily dose of idiocy #aeryn and gortash #OBVIOUSLY gortash could hit him hard enough to knock him out in one hit if he wanted to #but this is the early years where he’s still testing the waters with aeryn

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cat-brrr · 10 months

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#fun fact my nickname as cat brat I came up with when I was 11 and the second half of me means the Russian word like brother #and only later I found out that brat actually means something #and you know it even better

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luxsea · 7 months

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i heard karlachs monologue was rlly good but holy shit i genuinely dont think i'll be the same after that

#olive.txt #bg3 spoilers #spoilers in tags !!#samantha seriously deserves an award that was soul wrenching #i think back in interviews where they talked abt karlachs trauma and how she reverts into a scared child #the whole encounter w gortash was very much that #and he speaks down to her and calls her a brat #imagine saying ''what do you know about the greater good'' TO THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF GOOD #he doesnt care what he did to her at all but she does care!! he betrayed her and stole her future and there is no closure!#well i felt pretty satisfied i casted a dancing scroll on him and let karlach go to town *youre gonna go far kid plays in the distance*#her pain and anger is so understandable no one deserves this especially not her #the delivery of ''my heart. it was mine. and they took it'' is so incredibly natural and heartbreaking. this scene gave me actual heartburn #shes seemed pretty confident abt dying but i guess in her own words courage isnt fearlessness :(#ugh the part where she just wants you to tell her everything will be alright and that you can save her!!! so cruel larian!#for a character that lost their heart she sure as hell didnt lose her soul </3 #''THANKS FOR LISTENING. FOR EXISTING. LOVE YOU.''#yeah was not prepared for what im guessing is the romantic version of her scene back at camp #idk why i thought they wouldnt address it but wow when she asks if youll stay w her when its her time to go. im in shambles #might take back some of my opinions abt her endings. its still cruel she doesnt get a Happy ending but its being handled rlly well so far

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jrueships · 11 months

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BTW this is not to anyone, it's just a general i wanna just say Thang, calling people BUT MEN ESPECIALLY 'mother' or like 'my wife' my girlfriend u know u know. im not sayin the spicier examples.

does NOT , listen, N O T A L W A Y S mean

THEY ARE A BOTTOM!!!!!!!!! (The kind of bottom I'm talking about is the simplified, singular watered down version usually straight (eerily) young people love to throw away as an 'insult'. Which just emphasizes what im intending here.)

that perpetuates an already problematic perpetuated mindset THAT CAN NOT JUST BE 'AUTOMATICALLY EXCLUDED' just because IT ISN'T BEING USED IN THE CONTEXT IT ORIGINATED FROM. Serge ibaka is mother. DeMar is mother. But they also be bangin out bratty ass mfs on a daily basis like the shit is clockwork. Both can be done. that is all i wanted to get out there. ty. gootbye

#reminder people be gay and misogynistic like.#making only one thing ur entire personality is not good when everyone is meant to be multi-faceted #like as much as the brain might try and simplify things for it to help make some sense....#like being born and not rlly knowing where everything is in the body or whats it #...stuff knows. like. YOU might not know.. but you do.#and u dont #at the same time #if yall can have both on a matter that is so fuckin complex #yall can have both on a subject as stupid as the nickname #which yes is stupid sounding but ALSO yes deserves respect because words have meaning and meaning has power #as 'fun' or weird as they may sound to people who might not be as familiar with the meanings (COUGH at 'tiktok' AAVE..)#babygirl does not ALWAYS only mean!!! BTTM!! SO IT SHOULD NOT ALWAYS BE USED AS THAT #brat as well #like let things have personalityy.. let abstract things be abstract!!#ESP if ure gonna have to put it out into the world where it exists way wider than outside ur understanding #i get needing to simplify things. trust me im stupid. but when it's going past the self as this very cut down singular thing..#it's might not have the reaction u prepared urself for n then upsets happen #ANYWAYSS #people do NOT have to be PATHETIC to be a bottom like. cmon now. is this shit ancient rome or smthin THIS IS BACKWARDS THINKIN IN THE #be open to understanding theres a more to things. that doesnt mean know everything #know that u cant know everything!! know theres probably more than one peculiar to things! just be aware! be open n also be careful #yall can have BOTHHHHH !!!! yall can have MOREEEE!!! why yall goin hungry when a FEAST is UPON YOU??#dom m*mmies.. power bttms.. dom bttms (boms lol) ETCETC!!! tops can have personality too!! besides SEXY or D*DDY like.#IT'S SO SILLY HAVING TO SAY THIS bcs it ISSSSS but it needs to be KNOWN !! it just goes to show how vast the emphasis on more meaning is #cus if i can say this much on some silly soundin shit... imagine when i speak on sumn serious

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chr0n1c-ag0ny · 6 months

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Sigzai HC - [nsfw below]

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Dazai has a thing for panties.

He likes to gift Sigma a set (the nicest, prettiest ones he can get his hands on) and then... borrows...the old ones.

He prefers softer fabrics and styles, things that feel nice in his hands. He also likes bows or ruffles, again, so he has something to play with when he's holding them.

He'll just keep them around, in a pocket or a bedside table, running his fingers over them, sometimes to... self soothe (handle his separation anxiety and general manwhore-ness)... other times to straight up get off (he uses them like one would use... a sock... for example)

Prefers when they feel more... used...

Never gifts the same pairs back again, they're normally a bit too... soiled... to be returned (Sigma wouldn't mind, might even be into it, but Dazai believes him to be above that, he deserves only the best)

He likes to see Sigma try his new panties on and takes that opportunity to worship and kiss Sigma's front, tracing his lips over the detailing or softness of the fabric, moving up to their waist and down to their thighs. (he's on his knees, looking up at Sigma like they're the sun, the stars, and the moon).

Gifts matching bralettes/lingerie as well.

#if you know me irl... no you don't #(you know who you are)#(say a word and I will be in your walls)#I've had this idea in my skull for fucking weeks and I tried to ust keep it and keep my big mouth shut but I *can't*#I *needed* to spread my agenda #dazai has a panty kink. I'm sorry. we're all thinking it (no we're not. im delusional) and im just saying it (still delusional)#sigma is willing to volunteer (though he will huff and puff and roll his eyes cause he likes playing hard to get when it comes to dazai)#(he's not a brat... more like... regal dom who puts up with dazai {lovingly} and will complain {lovingly} when brought down to his level)#(he knows his worth and will let dazai know what he think he's above him/his wants {lovingly})#(dazai is *so* into its not even funny)#(his place is acting as the scum under Sigma's shoe)#over/inappropriate use of ellipses and italics cause I can #sigma can be trans in whatever direction you want. they all work beautifully. I physically cannot see sigma as a cis man.#thats why I just said “front” so it could be left up to imagination #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd sigma #sigma #sigma bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai bsd #sigzai #sigmazai

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venomousvice · 6 months

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You ever get called something that you never thought anyone would call you in bed and it just flips a switch in your brain. Like i never in a million years thought being called a mutt would turn me on😅

#you know who you are #don’t say a word #venomousvice #bd/sm brat #bd/sm dynamic #cnc k!nk #bd/sm pet #bd/sm kink #free use toy

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turtle-ly · 5 months

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everyday i go on twitter and see the worst faith interpretation of speech known to man

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keikakudori · 1 year

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gin spent the last century deceiving you, getting closer to you only to find your weakness so he could kill you. how do you still love him?

A haunting question, that; how do you still love him?

How could he ever articulate what a hundred years and more of nearness meant to him? In what way could Aizen Sousuke ever find himself capable of speaking the words into life? To share hundreds of memories, thousands of moments, millions of smiles and flirtations between the two of them? In what medium was he to paint the pictures of how entangled they had become, of his awareness of a string dyed the shade of blood that extended from him towards that other soul? What language would ever permit him the chance to ever explain it to the point of comprehension?

Words were not enough. Art fell short. Song, dance, carvings, sculpture --- none of them would ever be enough for him to articulate what it felt like to find one's own soul enmeshed with another's. How could anyone who had not spent an entire human lifetime with a partner so dedicated ever hope to understand it? It was too much to encapsulate into words. It was too vast, too nuanced; to verbalize it would only do it a grave disservice.

They didn't understand, this poor lost soul; they simply did not understand or comprehend it.

In what way could he ever speak of the fact that Gin's presence filled that void in his chest, leaving it warm, as if he'd sipped upon the light of the sun? It radiated in him, a blooming thing, flower blossoms that were all golds and pinks and reds, stamen of silver in evidence; silver had become a predominant factor in his life. It felt as if silver scales gilt his bones, as if argent coils snaked through the slotted emptiness in his ribcage and twined around that beating heart.

A hundred and ten years was a lifetime for a mortal creature.

Years of laughing when Gin became a puddle in the summer heat, miserable and moaning about how he was dying. Decades of yelping in the winters when cold hands and feet would find their way beneath his clothing or tuck up against the heat of his form. Months of sharing food, clothing, warmth, touches and kisses and caresses. Nights of velvet heat, their hunger manifesting itself physically, hours of touching at bruises with tender hands after such bouts of intimacy. Aizen had never neglected to tend to the younger man, be it a session with leathers and chains, one consisting of ropes and the beauty of seeing bands of color wrapping upon those limbs, an hour with toys, or simply spanking until that backside turned warm pinks and reds; even in those nights when he had been angry, he'd never neglected it. Not even then.

A simple touch to his face could help defuse that anger, leave him leaning into that hand, apologies spilling out between them.

How could he explain how his heart had lurched in his chest the first time that Gin had taken his hand on that warm late summer evening at that festival when he'd jerked his own touch away, old training whispering in his ears in a kansai-ben accent ( don't leave marks, Sousuke--- don't leave marks don't leave marks don't leave marks-- ) and the understanding that was sure to be there, that the younger man would recoil away from him, disgusted that he'd done so, that he'd look at his face and see that same subtle contempt and distaste that'd been there on the thin features of the man he'd once loved as he loved the sun? That when Gin had reached out for him, it'd brought him to sudden and swift tears, forcing him to step out of view with Gin at his side while he'd had to wipe at his eyes? Never had he been mocked for it. It had been gentle and unafraid and so poignant that it'd been that moment when he suspected he'd fallen in love with him. And how the man he named his lieutenant joked, saying it was a date and making him laugh despite the tears, because of the tears.

Threads of gold had faded away, becoming a scar. Silver had been what he swam in, what he dreamed of; a sickle moon high in a glorious expanse of blue. A full moon shining bright in the waters of his inner world, brilliant and large and ethereal, turning the oceanic expanse bright blue. A shade that was seen any time whenever he saw those depths of turquoise rest on him for a moment.

That Gin had reached for him on that day ---...

A joke; a stupid, stupid joke that'd dropped from Gin's mouth had done him in, making Aizen laugh despite himself and the smell of sewage and stink from ruptured bowels, a man who'd known too much, a command that'd fallen from Aizen's own mouth--- and then the joke. A joke that'd made him glance at Gin with the fondness that'd grown in Aizen and in those seconds, he'd understood. He loved Gin. More, he was in love with Gin.

The boy who'd seethed murder at him for decades and who had won Aizen's trust to the point where he'd placed a piece of his own soul upon those palms, trusting him with that.

Trusting Gin with his soul - his heart.

How could one ever hope to explain an entire lifetime of those nights when Gin would settle at his right side in the futon they shared, Aizen's fingers in his hair, upon the nape of his neck, while he read aloud to him, translating from English to Japanese without a second's hesitation and helping to convey the nuance and meaning while he did so? In what fashion could he explain the questions which had spilled out of a one-time youth that had trotted after him, his own new shadow that felt more natural to him than whatever was made by other light sources? In what fashion could Aizen begin to speak of the bond that had formed with his excitement over Gin's questions, of teaching him chess, of guiding him through those initial years and watching him grow in power? To what degree could Aizen mention the pride that had been inspired in him the first time that he'd beheld Gin's Bankai? How did this lost little soul ever hope to comprehend eleven decades of their nearness?

How did they think that one thing could wipe all of that away?

The warmth that filled him overflowed and more than once, Aizen had almost wished to spill that emotion out, like heart's blood, exsanguinating himself of it but in the form of confession, of knowing his own unworthiness?

Trust, though -- there had been trust. Trust in Gin's power. Trust in his presence. Trust in what he said whenever he pointed out those moments and flaws that would be met with Aizen correcting himself without thinking. He was still but a man and a man held flaws. Trust in the blade which could so easily have been aimed at himself instead of others, too fast for Aizen to counter, to stop. Trust in Gin to watch his back and flanks when times came for them to take to killing floors and cutting those that would seek to make him cease. That trust had been there for years upon years. His trust was not easily given, but Gin had proven worthy of it a hundred times and more.

Such trust had extended into other arenas as well, nights when he would surrender control and give it to the young man, trusting him in those moments, a gesture of true significance beween them.

A myriad of days together, weeks, months, years turning into decades that had become a century and then ten years more.

That was what this question asked him to answer.

It was a question he had no easy answer for, no way of knowing what was sought after, a lack of understanding as to why it should seem so strange to hear hat one could still care for the man who had been one's own murderer.

Pride in Gin's strength had ever been there, excitement at seeing his mind grow and unfold. It had been so quickly done, when Gin had learned chess from him, their games ranging from quick, fast bouts to slower and more methodical exchanges. That had translated in other aspects of their lives together. He had been pleased the first time that Gin had defeated him in a game of chess, taking him out for dinner that night; a youth growing taller, making Aizen start to notice that he had grown up, that he was a man, that he was attracted to him. Pride in Gin's accomplishments, things won on his own merit, in his becoming a captain and a well-loved one. Of going to the Third to steal persimmons for himself when the time came, presenting him later with jars of them neatly dried and perserved for enjoyment when their season was over and done with so the younger man could still delight in them during the spring and summer months.

Simple things. Little things.

Of how, on that very first time they'd met, he'd seen a flash of blue and that had sent a shock through him to his very soul; that Gin had seen him.

So many others had not, never had seen him before then, and so many else never would in the future. But Gin had done so. Gin had reached out and captured him from that first moment. Later years had seen his mouth curl with a faint moue of distaste when he'd spoken of others, of the simple adoration he amassed. They had not seen him; not even she, she who worked so hard to impress him, had ever seen or understood his heart or motives. A frail little flower, beautiful, useful, but nothing more than someone that he had been able to manipulate with kind words, warm smiles, a simple embrace and her kissing his cheek, his mouth. How unsatisfying it had been, empty of anything but base motions.

Where there was nothing fulfilling about Hinamori Momo, where Hirako Shinji had treated him like a secret to be hidden away lest he be judged for it, being with Gin made him feel glorious and alive.

He had seen the intrigue in him, those questions, had been free to teach him and care for him in those ways which meant something only to Aizen. Gin had chosen to learn him, to know him, and that had begun to ease the aching in that chest. A slow thawing, something that made the interior of his chest start to heat up, something that had slowly and casually begun to unmask the brunet more and more as time went by. Gin, who would listen to his fury over the Seireitei, of the inadequacies of the Central 46, who had made his own suggestions on what improvements needed to be made. They had all meant something to him. A boy grown into a man who had set out to become his equal. But it had not been easily won; the viper had had to earn that from Aizen. He had earned it with his own careful work, his own observations.

He had won Aizen's concern on that day when Aizen and Gin had both discovered how his Kanzen Saimin could be undone; with touch.

Loneliness had not become companion to him during those initial years in the Academy and while it had lessened in the time he'd served as lieutenant to the captain of the Fifth, it had never seemed to vanish. Gin's arrival in his life had begun to slowly, gently, evaporate it away little by little over their years together until that night when he'd realized it. He had realized what he felt, what he wanted; he had been ever determined he would not do to Gin what had been done to him. It had been a struggle, those last few years between his realizing of things (and his attraction to the younger man) and the haori finally coming to adorn those shoulders. And all the while, the loneliness had been brushed aside gently, vanishing, fading like fog under the heat of the sun for those eyes saw him. They saw him and Aizen knew only that he desired to lean into that sensation again and again.

He had found what he wanted with Gin; an equal but not someone who would fold their spine in half in bowing to him, the way that Kaname could do. For all that his left hand had idolized him, worshiped him, treated him as if he were already divinity incarnate, it had not been that which he had wanted. It had been enjoyable, but never had his ego been allowed to grow too much, not when those cutting remarks that could fly from Gin's mouth were sure to cut it down to size. And while his ego would not be allowed to become too much for his own good --... Gin made him feel as if he was not too much for him.

Gin could make him feel human.

WIth him, the isolation was reduced to nothingness. The power that he could flex and flare with the same ease as a maestro conducting an orchestra and with as much panache and skill was not something that would make those thin shoulders bow beneath its weight. It could make others fall to their knees, heads bowed as if in supplication, could choke the air in one's lungs or crush them into groveling, but never with Gin. Never with him. Every motion had been answered by an equal and opposite fashion; the first rule of physics made law, it seemed, between them.

An object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force.

More than that was the fact that Aizen had never seen anything akin to fear in Ichimaru Gin in all their time together. He had never beheld anything like a shying back from the power which could so easily blanket an area, forcing even Espada to remember their place. No, the response was for that silver moaning roar to fill the air as he was met step for step, stride for stride. He challenged Gin and Gin would challenge him in return, making strange bouts of pleasure flutter in his stomach and his chest to be so openly challenged. Fearful looks from others had made Aizen learn how to withhold himself, to hunch his shoulders and walk through the world bowed in on himself simply because it was far more convenient to do so. Yet he had never seen, never sensed, such a quivering emotion within the younger man who had swiftly become his right hand, there to move and flow as Aizen directed his steps and strikes.

What he could not tolerate in others was viewed with indulgent fondness and affection from Aizen. Gin didn't respect him because of his power, his strength; Aizen had had to earn it just as Gin had had to earn his trust in turn. But never had there been any sign of respect given to him for his power. It was given to him as a person. Strange, to think how much that little notion could drive Aizen's actions, how it could influence him. Yet it had. Not out of desperation for approval but because Gin's opinions truly did mean something to him.

It had not been a whim, where they were concerned. It was insulting to name it indulgence for how they had intertwined with each other.

Anyone could say that they would die for someone else. But it was not merely that Aizen would gladly die for Gin; it was that Gin made him want to live. That simple emotion that inspired so many stories of loss and lust and revenge and anger and gentleness and more, more more more, ever more, of tragedy and comedy and much more, was something that filled him whenever he was near Gin, whenever their hands touched. Gin made him feel human. He made him feel as if he was but a man. A man with his own flaws, his own hopes, his own dreams; Aizen knew he could do anything if the viper remained at his side. They were bound together in ways that he knew he could never explain to another person so he did not try here. Not when he was sure that his answer would not be what they wanted to hear.

❝ --- you think that one thing is enough to unwind the ties that I share with Gin? That it is enough to separate us wholly from one another in our entirety? Easier for you to stop the sun from rising tomorrow. Easier to no longer make water feel wet. You ask me ---... how do I still love him? It would be easier for me to stop breathing than to stop that. I don't expect you to understand what kind of ties can grow between those who have spent so much of their lives together. That'd be asking too much of you. ❞

A non-answer but then ... Aizen was always good at those.

#ask tbt;#Anonymous #aigin [ my lungs are punctured—you take my breath away ]#anon you unlocked so much here #and yet this is still only a broad overview of everything #like i don't know how much to put into words that aizen's intense and that intensity and the depth and power of the love he has for gin #is not something that can be undone just because of a mutual murder attempt on one another #like aizen loves with so much intensity that it can be frightening #tl;dr? aizen loves gin because gin's a brat who'll mouth off to him and aizen thinks it's cute--#am i joking or not you just don't know #but yeah this was a lot of writing and aizen provided this overview instead of SPECIFICS #like i don't know if i'll ever be able to convey the depth and intensity of the love aizen has for gin or how proud he is or anything else #we did get kind of close to specifics in here but #yeah this is what came out of the question

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likelylarks · 1 year

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#ramble rant incoming that is in fact an indirect #but also at anyone who does this or things like it bc i take issue with all of it even if this one thing was a catalyst for ramble rant #and if you have a problem with that don't read :)#you know what i feel like we shouldn't do?#go around calling real children who have done nothing but exist #quote little brat unquote #like? i get that you have some sort of beef with kelly?#she's not my favorite person but think however you want #to whatever extreme (even if it feels extreme like she's just a person you don't have to interact with her on any level)#but p? is a kid? that has done nothing wrong?#by all accounts is growing up healthy happy and securely attached to the adults in her life #like? genuinely what?#and for all p slander to be done mostly through the eyes and words of daniel? who loves kids? and wouldn't realistically say/do anything #like that at all #just shows that it's not even a narrative thing or an exploration of character it's just bashing on a literal child for no reason #it just..... why the fuck are people dragging a literal fucking preschooler into their issues #and shitting on her?#it's just gross to read!#and sorry to anybody who is like kids suck! and/or anybody can write whatever they want!#but consider? having a heart?

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marinehero-a · 2 years

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hrmmrmg,,,, young garp

#{ ooc } ✗ 「 WENP reporter 」#[ thinks ab him.... absolute bastard shaped.... a lil overpowered shit #[ thinks ab garp becoming a marine because 'haha lmao i beat you all up and now you're offering me a job? eh i got nothing better to do'#[ proceeds to fuck around and had to be saddled with sengoku n tsuru to balance out his chaotic energy #[ literally luffy shaped but marine real <3 also slightly more bastard #[ but genuinely learning to love his job because he's always loved to protect others #[ and damn does he do that well!!! literally why is this brat so strong he just yeeted a cannonball with his hands #[ bc he thought cannons were too slow #[ but just the gradual realization of the weight on his shoulders after he gets his coat #[ the realization of responsibility and just what his job means #[ after failing to save some people or being /ordered/ to not save some people #[ seeing what the rocks do seeing what the celestial dragons do #[ he never stops being bastard shaped but overtime he does become more responsible? so-so word but learns just what justice means #[ the good and bad #[ he understands his duty and what it comes to it follows it closely #[ just. the dying of freedom! after gaining the title of hero n all that he has way more freedom than anyone else in the marine #[ but its Still not enough he's reminded of it everytime he sees slavery and the celestial dragons and and and #[ not to mention how the title is just another responsibility though he doesnt give a shit ab it he Does recognize what it means #[ but he pretends and tries to believe it is because he has to protect people because its better than the alternatives #[ because hes been here for so long he doesnt know if he physically could be anything else even if so often he Wishes for /more/#[ and just. i think ab this and then his rivalry with roger the Embodiment of freedom he's always been a bit envious of roger bc #[ of how /free/ he was but garp also knows how Selfish the man is so he's never truly been tempted but. he's thought about it #[ about being a pirate about leaving the marines its not often but its not a thought thats a stranger but just.#[ hes scared #[ just!!!#[ so many thoughts ab this man and how his duty conflicts with his moral and wants and how Despite being bastard shaped n how he is #[ he still follows his duty ultimately because he understands the weight behind it he's a true marine but at what cost #[ his heart thats what and just slams fist on floor i am So normal about garp havent been here in favor of other blogs but just #[ always thinking ab it all.... esp how garp n roger are So similar yet So and fundamentally different #[ bc garp will always choose duty

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axemetaphor · 1 year

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the funniest thing about my retail job is when people ask me where an item is and i say "i think it's on [aisle number or whatever]" and they go "you THINK? so you dont KNOW?" as if i am the arbiter of reality in this craft store, oh great bastion of all knowledge within this realm, and not like. an underpaid guy in his mid20s.

#i had a man today be like 'you Think its there. so you dont Know.' in that tone entitled brats use when theyre #searching for a reason tto throw an absolute tantrum #he wasnt even pronouncing what he wanted right which is fine i dont discriminate over accents whatever and words are bullshit #but every time i asked him to describe what he meant he just said the word again #so eventually i was like 'i think its on that back wall with the sewing supplies'#and then i just stopped talking to him #and he walked away in a huff lmao #not sonic #rambles.txt #delete later

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derekgoffard · 2 years

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WORMETTE WOULD YOU EVER WRITE FANFICTION OF DEREK FLAT BUSSY ASS?? Like tbh I feel like you’d be giving to the culture ⛪️✨💦❤️🥰😘

GHGHGH OOOHGHGH HELLO!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!! BHAHJ

While I would probably atcually enjoy writing a Derek fanfic- I'VE NEVER ATCUALLY WRITTEN FANFICTION ONCE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE LMAOO!! 😭😭😭 I've never been great at writing coherent sentences ( as you can all probably tell by now LOL 😭 ) so if I were to try it would probably be UNREADABLE GAHA!!! Ahh BUT ANON!! I SO DO APPRECIATE YOUR CONFIDENCE IN ME TO GIVE TO THE CULTURE!! 🥺🥺 THANK YOU FOR UR FAITH!! HAHA <33333!!!!🙏

Tbh tho, I have never given thought to writing ideas out before;; maybe I might be okay with just writing headcannons or smth haha! I really think about Derek a lot so I have a bucket load of ideas about him/scenarios involving him 🧎🧎

#if I write nsft derek headcannons i will literally be exposing myself. u will all see how FUCKING GROSS I AMMM OH NOOO 😭😭😭#i have sfw hcs too but like. lol IF I AM BEING REAL WITH U ALL. IT IS MOSTLY NSFT LOLLLOLOLOLOLOLOLHAHWHHABN UUU76666 #they would be so dual natured too lol like one would be just derek being evil and gross and a brat and the next post is me talking about-#- him tied down and getting his hips smashed with a sledgehammer LMAO #GHGHGH.....#oh gosh ANYWAYYYYY THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS ASK ANON!!! 💖💖💖💖💖 I APPRECIATE UR KIND WORDS😭😭!!!! 💪💪💪💖💖#wormette is so cute...hehe 🥺🥺#dont know if I've ever said this but its so fun having a name like girthworm that people can make such fun nicknames for 😭😭🥺#my real name is almost impossible to make a play on words for LOL so its very endearing to me to get nicknames on here 🙏#ask

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ashcreepcluster · 22 days

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I just wanna harp on about my hc’s for Ast*rion fora minute teehee (censoring the name bc I do not want to be associated w fans of the character this post is for me and my five followers ONLY)

So she was born to an upper class family (duh) to a highly masculine home (masculine for an elves at any rate) She was kind of the pale faced middle child, constantly shown up by two overachieving brothers whom she was always compared against- her father would needle her over this all the time, telling her what she was doing wasn’t good enough, that she was a disappointment etc. However her mother adored and doted on her- Ast*rion always got the sense that her mother wasn’t liked or respected in the household and as such, her mother kind of took it upon herself to groom Ast*rion into being proof that the both of them were capable of something. So she tried to get Ast*rion into law school, which she failed because her entire childhood was either being spoiled rotten by her mother or being berated to by her father, to which her typical reaction would be to simply dig her heels in (like trying to get a husky to go in a direction the dog doesn’t want to. They just plant their feet and won’t move) so her mother paid for her entry into law school instead. All throughout her studies, Ast*rion spent her parents money to go to high class, overpriced wine bars in the upper city to complain about her family to whomever would listen. I think she would’ve had one or two boyfriends but she was so self absorbed that they barely registered to her, other than things to complain at. The relationships never lasted long. Her mother absolutely paid for her to pass the bar (I don’t think Ast*rion’s stupid, I do think she’s lazy and selfish and wouldn’t’ve tried at all)

As for transitioning, I think because she’s from such a high control masculine environment where she’s never had a choice for herself before, where being a woman is silently looked down upon, I think she would have the desire to transition but would have no idea what to do with it- too afraid to make this huge change in her life but at the same time, it’s too much of an essential thing to deny. So I think it would have been this hidden thing that would’ve come out one day and she would have pursued transition but it would take a very long time. It’s only once she’s out from under C*zador’s control that she’ll finally allow such a precious part her to be acknowledged once again. I think for a very long time, it was her one last hold-out, a bastion or something to be cherished that was hidden, hers and this one last mote of hope that one day she could have a future that was all hers.

#words #transfem ast*rion… my angel #but yeah she was always a brat for sure… my honeymuffin teehee #anyway this is def a case of this character becoming mine lol #like this is def ooc but 🤷‍♂️ you know how it is #when I wrote her alongside my tav it was from the point of view of #two victims of abuse #with one being much further down the line irt her recovering #and then she like. guides ast*rion through her recovery #so its a lot. softer. than in game.#bc my tav just wouldn’t tolerate being manipulated #though she approaches the camp the exact same way as astarion #shes got 18 charisma lol. shes much more adept #anyway. i hope this doesn’t appear infantilising #it more like. i wish i had someone who had gone thru what i had #guiding me through the aftermath of trauma

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