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[painted-kneecaps]

klapollo + trucy banter is currently one of my top 5 things to write they will always be famous 2 me <3

[painted-kneecaps]

There’s a lot to be said about the “not like other girls” phase, and how did a lot of us, it was a sort of shield we adopted to explain why we didn’t have any friends. I never hated “other girls”- i admired them, i tried to befriend them, i just didn’t understand why i wasn’t like them.

When i was in middle/high school, my mom would take my siblings and i to park days with other homeschooled kids so we could all socialize. I was the oldest sibling, and usually one of the oldest kids at these gatherings. I ended up playing with my siblings and their friends, crawling through the brush and pretending to be a warrior cat, or a wolf, or a horse, or what have you into my teens. It was fun- i was in no hurry to grow up, and i look back at those days fondly.

What hurt, though, was that sometimes there were girls there who were my age, and i tried to hang out with them. I really did. I remember talking to one of them about her favorite shows; all sitcoms that i wasn’t allowed to watch at thirteen, and i couldn’t relate. She seemed so much more grown up than me, despite my being older. I was perplexed.

I remember one day, hovering by the picnic tables, hoping to be invited to sit with them while they giggled about something or other, only for one of the girls to say “Shh! There are kids here!” and another to reply “Her?” referring to me, before they continued chattering in hushed voices. I remember scuttling off in embarrassment, knowing that i was older than them, wondering why i couldn’t relate, what it was about me that made me so different.

That loneliness sticks with you.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

A MAN OF GOD 🙏 PRIEST! AIZEN X NUN! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 11: HUMILIATION

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hello! I hope you're doing well! Can you write about humiliation with Aizen and female reader, please? I think it's Aizen's style. They really love each other, but in bed Aizen likes to humiliate her. And can u add domination kink from Aizen's side? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. Aizen is a priest. Reader is a nun. YES. But please don't take this as a way of disrespecting religion. This is just fiction. HUMILIATION. slapping. shoving things into your mouth. spitting. mouth fuck. choking. 🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“Father forgive me for I have sin” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Sister, confess your sins” “I’ve been having blasphemous thoughts about a man. Father Aizen, what should I do?” 

The little window of the confessional slides open; chocolate, sharp eyes appear from such tiny opening. A tuft of hair falls in between the two orbs hidden under transparent glasses, his index rests on one of his temples… Father Aizen looks more like a devil than a man devoted to the sacred. 

“A man you say, sister? How come the devil was so strong to corrupt you? aren’t you a devotee?” he asks. His tone is charged of full judgment, even with disgust. 

You look down to your hands; a rosary tangles on them, carving its beads into your skin. A life dedicated to celibacy, disrupted by complete impurity. 

“I’ve been able to stop myself every time, but the need… the urge, the lust… are eating my mind like a…”

“Like a worm? Have you experienced the need to touch your body, sister?” 

“Yes, a worm. Like a worm eating my brain and my insides, Father Aizen. But I haven’t succumbed to it… yet” 

Aizen remains silent; he hums, letting you know he is thinking of a possible solution… or rather, a punishment. 

You can hear him standing up; Father Aizen is quite a large man, and the creaks of the wooden surfaces let them know he is about to open the door that separates you from him. 

“Sister (Name)” he mutters; your stomach turns upside down, your legs underneath the black long skirt of your nun habit pressing together. 

There it is, the sinful need… father Aizen, it’s you… the man I’m lusting for is no other than you. 

“Stand up, please” he commands, smirking oh so sexily. Why, sir, are you doing this? aren’t you a man of God? 

You obey; instantly. The confessional is by far small, the air becomes scarce, your heart pumps faster, your consciousness requires your flesh to be flagellated. 

Father Aizen’s hand slides through your cheek and into the veil that covers your hair. His fingertips have gone as far as they could reach, breaking rule by rule. 

“I can tell the way your skin reacts to the touch of a man. How warm has become… what have you done, Sister? Are you lying to me? Have you stoop so low to give your body pleasure, hm?” he asks, cornering more and more against the wooden wall of the confessional, so much you can even smell the scent of incense penetrated on the surfaces. 

You try to articulate any words; you haven’t touched your body; you even fought the need to do it while bathing. But now, father Aizen… I’d give it all for you to do it. 

“No, Father! I haven’t!” you deny, shaking your head violently with eyes shut tight. 

“Show me your hands, Sister” he asks, calm but dominant. 

You do, the beads are almost drawing blood from your palms from how tight you are gabbing them. 

Aizen takes a moment to inspect them, and slowly untangles the rosary from your wrists. 

“Open your mouth, Sister”

“Yes, Father Aiz-fpmgh” 

Your can’t keep talking, as he has pushed every rose wood bead in, getting them shoved into your mouth. 

“This mouth has spoken many sinful lies already; you should only speak words of God” he grunts, pushing the rosary more and more inside your mouth. 

Tears run from your eyes and into your cheeks. You try to cough, but it’s almost impossible if you don’t want to choke. Yet your eyes, avid for more, look up at that man with more than hunger… a look proper of a possession. 

Father Aizen smirk grows bigger, he looks at you from above, with disgust and superiority. His hand then reached for your cheeks, pressing them strong and painfully making the beads inside of your mouth to carve into its inner walls. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? You seem to be possessed by some sexual impure demon, you disgusting whore” he whispers with disdain, close to your lips. 

Your smile -do the best you could do to do it- as you keep looking up at him; yes, disgusting whore… I am, indeed, a disgusting whore for wanting to fuck you, Father Aizen… 

The first slap leaves your ear ringing. The second slap, your cheek on fire. The third, your body against the wall. You have lost balance, literally and internally as well. 

And Father Aizen seems to be just starting with the “exorcism”, because you have no time to stand back up as he forces you to do it by ripping the crucifix hanging from your body. 

He turns the silver chain around until it’s closely tight around your neck; a single twist more and the blood flow from your carotids to your brain will be interrupted. 

“Do you know why we wear this, Sister? Because we don’t sin. Because we owe everything to our God… but now, whore, devil, your God is ME. And you obey and serve ME… isn’t that what you wanted? Do you really thought I didn’t realize you looked at me with eyes of lust?”  Aizen whispers into your ear, making you tremble, and so weak. 

He rips your veil off your head, allowing your hair to fall down your shoulders. Savagely garnishing your face, in such beautiful concupiscence. Oh, by the only existence of your womanhood you are making this man desperate… who’s the sinner here? 

The white collar around your neck gets ripped as well. You always thought but never proved how strong he was. 

Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, tangling around his wrist for a better grip. Immediately after, you get shoved against the wooden wall, making you put one of your knees on the little seat. 

You only whine; it hurt… but the anticipation, the doubt… what is he gonna do next? 

Aizen pins your chest against the wooden surface, and his back against yours. Inevitably, you can feel the growing hardness of the father against your ass. His sex and the accelerated breathing on your neck, like a true demon attacking you from behind. 

“Now, let’s check how aroused you are…” he whispers; the warmth of his breath reaching your nape makes you feral. 

His hand slides with no delicacy down the long skirt and into your sex. Aizen is pleased to find only panties, absolutely dampened from desire. 

“Hmmm, too wet. You are more than possessed, you might be devil itself… what a disgusting being…” he scoffs, moving your panties to the side and sliding one of his slender fingers in between your folds. 

Covered by your honeys, his index now abandons your sex and reaches your lips. “This is how wet you are, dripping down your legs like a desperate animal...” he says, as he smears your juices all over your mouth and chin. 

“Spit the rosary, bitch” he orders, giving short slaps to your lips and waiting for it with his hand open. 

You do, letting every bead slowly fall from your mouth, imbued in saliva that also falls like drops, into his palm. Up until the last one is out, Aizen enjoys the degrading look on your face, the way you stick your tongue out when you are done and the way he pulls your head backwards from your hair to spit into your mouth right after. 

Instantly after, he turns you so that you sit down that little wooden seat. 

“Spread your legs” he commands, while he takes his belt off and lowers the zipper of his priest pants. 

You do, and with his leather shoes he proceeds to take down your panties. Aizen smirks to your cunt in display, as you instinctively lift one of your legs to spread your cunt even further. 

“What are you doing, whore? Mh? Showing me that impure cunt of yours? I will use all your holes, don’t worry…” he spits, coming closer with this dick in his hand. 

Aizen, before even fucking you, would like to fuck your mouth first. And so, by strongly grabbing your nape, he finally penetrates your lips with a merciless thrust. And then two, three, four. Endless ramming that makes you gag and tear up the more it hits your throat -and even further-. 

He sometimes pinches your nose, going in and not taking his dick out for a couple of minutes to see you turn almost blue from the lack of oxygen… it’s just that the gagging around his gland feels like a religious experience. 

And as that, it feels for you as well, who are also ordered to touch yourself until the point of squirting all over your clothes. 

But Aizen despite telling you he is your God, he is just a man… and his climax ends up with a grunt and smirk, all over your mouth and face, smeared by his hand with great pleasure. 

“Look at that, covered in cum… are you happy now, whore? You like your God ruining that sinful face of you?” “Ye-yes, Father Aizen…” 

But Aizen wasn’t over, he was just starting with the mass… and a sick, devilishly love was just about to grow stronger… I wonder how far that ungodly acts went unnoticed?  Because Father Aizen has always been a loving, soft, sacred and pure priest… his soft looks, his eyeglasses… who could say he is a corrupted man? A man that considers himself a God instead of serving one? 

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[orpheusluvr]

Desire (Aizen x Female Reader)

NSFW warning!! Contains degrading, slutshaming etc.

Note: this is my first ever post and also my first ever time writing smut for a bleach character so it might not be great :’) hope you enjoy tho!

There was something about Aizen that was mysterious. Was it the way he looked at you? Or perhaps the way his eyes would gaze into yours, almost piercing them? You felt uneasy, but for some reason you craved the idea of wanting to be dominated by this man. You wanted him to do unspeakable things to you, but deep down you were still afraid of him.

You were walking down an empty hallway, a sudden chill running through your body. You were almost certain that you could feel the presence of someone here. And yes, you were right. You felt someone suddenly grab your hand and pull you into a room. Before you could scream, a cold hand covered your mouth.

“Quiet. Not a single sound.” Aizen spoke, in a cold tone.

You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs. The room was slightly dark but you could still manage to see your surroundings. Your heart almost dropped as you looked down, realising that you were sat on top of Aizen’s lap. One hand covering your mouth while the other rested against your thigh.

Aizen removed his hand from your mouth. He let out a small laugh.

“Now I finally have you all to myself.” He whispered in your ear. You suddenly jumped at his voice, but Aizen held you down, then turned you around to face him.

“I didn’t say you could leave, Y/N.” He said, staring into your eyes. You gulped nervously while admiring his features up close. Aizen smirked, as if he realised that you were checking him out.

His eyes immediately darted towards your body. The way your figure was so perfect made his cock twitch. It was clear that he needed you.

You suddenly felt something hit between your legs. You let out a small gasp.

Aizen’s eyes immediately widened, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Grind on me, Y/N. Show me what that body of yours can do.” He demanded, lifting your chin up with his finger.

Your cheeks immediately became hot.

“Yes, Aizen.” You said obediently. You didn’t know if you said that in fear or because of the fact that this was something you wanted to do for so long.

You slowly began grinding against Aizen’s clothed cock. His smirk widened.

“Hell yeah. That’s more like it.” He said.

You bit your lip as you kept going, his cock growing harder by the minute.

“Alright, you can stop now.” He said, holding you.

He slowly got up then held out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

You held his hand and he pulled you up, walking towards an empty bed that was at the end of the room. He gently laid you down on it.

He began tugging at your shirt, then lifted it off. He did the same with the pants, then threw both the shirt and the pants to the side.

“You’ve been hiding this amazing body from me…how shameful.” He said, as he leaned forward and towered above you.

He leaned in close to your face and kissed you, your tongues violently clashed against eachother. You gently moaned in between. Aizen slowly pulled away.

His hands slid towards your bra, unhooking it then pulling it off. Your breasts bounced as they were freed, which made Aizen’s cock throb even more. He leaned forward and began licking your nipple, earning moans and whimpers from you while his soft brown hair tickled against your skin.

He immediately moved back, a wide grin on his face as he looked at you.

He began to remove your panties, sliding them off. His fingers circulated around your pussy, causing you to whimper slightly from the tickling sensation.

“Aizen wh-”

Without warning, Aizen immediately stuck 2 fingers inside your entrance, earning a loud moan from you.

“Do not say anything.” Aizen said.

He slowly leaned forward.

“Slut.” He said in your ear, his cold voice sending goosebumps throughout your body.

He leaned back then took his fingers out. He started undoing his pants. Your eyes widened.

“But isn’t it too e-”

“Early?” Aizen interrupted you. “Y/N, there is no such thing as ‘too early’.

He looked at you.

“I could’ve just fucked you right from the start if I wanted to.” He smirked, pulling his pants down and revealing his hard cock.

He placed it over your entrance, grinding the tip against it. You began shaking uncontrollably.

“Now, beg for it like a good girl.” He said.

“A-Aizen…I need…”

“Hm? I can’t hear you.” Aizen said.

“I need…”

“…it.”

“You need what? Speak louder, Y/N.” Aizen said.

“I NEED IT!!!!” You yelled.

“You really are desperate for it, huh.” He laughed.

“Prepare yourself. I’m going to destroy you tonight, my slut.”

[fracturedodr]

"No!" Is his immediate, instinctive response. "N-no... She's nice. And she - she's gotta see something to pick me, but..." He appreciated her, appreciated her endless patience with him when he was still cursed and confused. Loved that she'd enjoyed hearing about the Other Bell that had been created in his head because of what had happened.

But he didn't know how he felt about how... forward, she was sometimes.

"That's not it. She comforts me after training sometimes, when it's a bad day. Like to hear me talk about things. But why do I have to-!" He couldn't say it. He couldn't say it! Instead of words, he just flushed pink.

"She doesn't... need me to help her do everything, right? She's a Goddess! I'm just Bell. Anyone can help her with her-! Her. Um. ...Clothes..." He manages to say, finally, voice small by the time he's done.

((From Fracturedodr!))

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"If I could make her talk to you more often I would. She's really nice, and I really like her, but sometimes she asks really weird things! You can do them! I don't want to!"

[Unprompted]

The silence that hung in the air was palpable. The elf assessed the moment, his comrade's body language...how tense his shoulders were, though he might've been trying to hide that.

"Lady Freya has chosen you, Bell. Selected you to remain henceforth by her side. You wish to forsake that...?"

He paused.

It didn't occur to him that anyone would even think of turning away Freya. Or that they even could...

Who'd want to?

"...Does her presence make you uncomfortable?"

[aguyonyouraskbox]

So like... I wanna write but my writing is wack, I'm trying to write a fanfic but it's too hard to make a proper writing schedule so I decided to do the next thing I had in mind...

Making random headcannon of character I liked.

General Relationship Headcannon With Ais Wallenstein

First before we start, I just wanted to ask you one simple question... How?

This girl have the communication skill similar to a rock, how you managed to get into a relationship with her is beyond me.

With that out of the way let's get started.

Ais Wallenstein is bad at communicating, that much is obvious.

She's also very naive and pretty clueless about her emotion.

To be specific she didn't realized that she have a crush for you.

While she's aware that there is something about you that make her heart beat faster, she cannot exactly on what that is.

It is quite funny seeing how much time it took for her to realize her feelings despite how obvious it is to those around her.

It being so obvious that rumours about her having a crush on you would sooner or later start to spread around the Loki Familia.

This was met with mixed response, some were happy for her... The other? Not so much.

Believe it when I said Loki cried blood when she heard her beloved Ais had a crush on someone, she took this news as a sign that the world is going to end.

The same goes for Lefiya and some other male members of the familia who thought they have a chance with her.

Fortunately most of the people there are happy for her, namely from the executive members of the Loki Familia.

Tiona would probably be the most enthusiastic of the blooming romance between you and Aiz, she would definitely hung out with you to get a better understanding of your character.

Tione would be happy for her and would give love advice to her, though most of said advice are good but some of them... Not so much...

Riveria would go full mama mode and try to get a good gauge on your character, digging through your background and judging if you are a good match for her or not.

Finn and Gareth is more than happy for Aiz, they would act like a father or that one uncle that would tease her for her crush whilst giving some good advice.

And Bete... He's sulking... Just give him some space to cope.

Also, expect some of the familia members to spy on you.

Most do this out of curiousity and would stop after a while... But some of them would do this to find a dirt on you (*cough* Lefiya *cough*)

Since there is no way for Ais to realize her feeling on her own she'll probably get help from the more romance savvy member, probably someone like Riveria or Tiona. Maybe Tione too.

But once again Ais being Ais is unable to express this her love for you, so those three will help her on her confession.

They'll meticulously plan out the 'Perfect Date' which led to her confessing her feelings for you.

...But that is a story for another time.

Long story short, you're both are now dating! Congratulation!

While she may not look like it she's absolutely smitten by you.

She had never been in a relationship before and she's extremely happy that you accepted her feeling.

But due to her inexperienced and lack of knowledge about relationship she'll let you take charge, so you'll be the one to decide what to do and she'll just follow it. (As long as it is within reason of course)

Though that doesn't mean she won't try to be active in this relationship.

Her primary love language is anything that doesn't involve talking or something that isn't too complicated. Things such as giving you gifts, spending quality time with you, and act of service is her go to choice to show how much she love you.

If she were to do something then you would not be far since she would always invite (drag) you along with her and vice versa since she would follow you around if she don't have anything else to do.

Whenever she found drop items or dungeon food she would give it to you.

And if you are an adventurer, she would spend her days training with you and give you some useful tips for dungeon diving.

She would sometime try to plan date or do her best to show her affection to you in her own unique wat, unfortunately for you this could led to some odd outcome.

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"Y/n, let's go on a date" Ais said as she look at you with a blank face.

Y/n wearing a pajama who look as if he's a step away from collapsing. "...Ais, it's four in the morning"

"...Can we still go on a date?" She tried to use the puppy eyes technique.

"...Hah, sure"

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All in all, she's someone you could rely upon during hard time and would always be with you even during the harshest of storm.

10/10 would marry.

[sodamors]

to be demon

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

read at your own risk. it is bad.

this fic is in the povs of Karaku and Aizetsu, being reunited after years of separation.

> recollecting them took a while. maybe I’ll write about it in the future.

> recollecting them took a while. maybe I’ll write about it in the future.

> I recommend skimming through that post before you read this one, since it provides a little more context. And angst.

his muscles ache with weariness; the day before had been full of struggle. unfamiliar figures grabbing him from everywhere, a sharp pain on his neck and chest, an overwhelming sensation of lethargy. karaku vaguely recalled getting his bounds removed, and scolds himself for having not attempted to escape. and now he is shackled once more, albeit with stronger, more reinforced chains.

his muscles ache with weariness; the day before had been full of struggle. unfamiliar figures grabbing him from everywhere, a sharp pain on his neck and chest, an overwhelming sensation of lethargy. karaku vaguely recalled getting his bounds removed, and scolds himself for having not attempted to escape. and now he is shackled once more, albeit with stronger, more reinforced chains.

the door slides open. even if he wanted to, he couldn’t bolt out and escape. his entire body felt so heavy — what had they put in him? this was maybe the worst sedative he’s been dosed with yet.

a figure steps into the room, but their voice is only muffled to his ears. he couldn’t even try listening. hazily, his eyes threatening to close, he looks up at them. they have gloves on, reeking of the same antiseptic causing him a headache. as they touch him, he flinches, their cold fingers biting his skin. they speak again, but he doesn’t catch anything.

soon enough, they turn away, only to return with a new item in hand. it’s the same colour as his bounds, a circular shape.

they click it around his neck.

oh. his heart sinks. he knows what it is, and he hates it. the collar buzzes quietly against his skin, not having been activated, but threatening to. karaku can’t help but let out a whimper.

soon enough, the figure leaves the room, the door shutting with a click. he lays there, cold and alone, for what seems like an eternally. the air conditioning blows icy air onto his bare skin, biting him, making him shiver. huddling against the lifeless metal wall does nothing to warm him. his chains restrict his movement, and every time he tries to get a better position, his collar hums, reminding him to behave.

but i am behaving. right? i havent disobeyed anyone. karaku drowsily thinks to himself, as he sticks closer to the corner of the room. his stomach grumbles, but he ignores it. he always does.

aizetsu whines as another needle pierces his neck, never getting used to the stinging sensation. he tries to writhe, but the straps bind him tightly to the table, holding his limbs in place. a cold metal disk presses against the skin over his heart, his heartbeat resonating in beeps from a nearby monitor. his breaths are short and panicked, eyes darting everywhere, pleading with all the onlooking scientists.

but as usual, they don’t care. one steps forward to inject an all-too-familiar purple substance into him, the needle pricking the soft flesh of his chest. aizetsu hisses, tears starting to form, as the same burning feeling grows from the needle.

what even was the point of repeatedly injecting him with wisteria? they already know its effects. it burns his insides, makes him scream and squirm, body shivering and trembling from the horrible feeling of getting melted from the inside to out. his back arches off the table as he tries, even if absolutely impossible, to shake the white-hot sensations ripping through his being. aizetsu screams and cries, tears streaming down his face, unintelligible sounds resonating from his throat.

he sounds so weak. from the esteemed rank of upper moon four, he’s been reduced to near nothing, by horrid humans and their blasted plant. aizetsu gasps for air even if he wishes dearly to just suffocated, die, and for this all to just end.

as usual, the pain lasts days. his intestines rip and tear, flaring wisteria rupturing his tired body. scientists come in and out the room to take their notes, nodding away as if he wasn’t wailing for them to spare him. as if he was a document of some sort, and his agony was of no existence.

and when it does stop, he’s left gasping, heaving for air, cheeks damp, throat raw. they’ll put the shock collar back on him, and toss him back to his cell, where he belongs. the cold ground greets his sensitive skin with a bite.

a piece of meat is tossed before him. he must eat it, or risk electrocution. the scientists make him regenerate fully before they use him again — it’s an endless cycle, and he can do nothing about it.

as he slowly chews on the thick, tasteless meat, he catches a scent.

it’s terribly familiar.

that’s strange.

slowly, he looks over to where he smells it from. The medical white corridor, outside the bars of his cell, looks back at him. there’s nothing to look at — only other cells, which he’s been shown are empty. he’s in one of the more reinforced holding areas, because of his demon rank. even if it clearly meant nothing anymore.

the scent still remains. a rusty, familiar tinge to a whiff of matcha leaves. he has smelled this before, because his head says it’s a sign of solidarity. solidarity for what? no idea. but it’s something.

aizetsu continues chewing on his rubbery food, looking down dejectedly. maybe this was another of the more psychological experiments the scientists had planned.

those were always the worst. they’d make him watch some weird animation, and suddenly he was seeing nothing but live eyeballs in the corner of his eyes. they’ll play a strange noise, and soon enough, whenever he heard it again, he’ll instantly vomit. the worst part about them was he never knew what was going to happen. at least the wisteria injections had a routine.

the smell is too vivid. aizetsu stops eating completely, head more raised, body on alert. why is it getting stronger? why does he care, anyway?

out of a rare instance of curiosity, he brings himself closer to the bars as much as his chains allow. straining his arms and raising his neck, he looks over at the cell across his.

someone does lay there, and they stare back at him.

the voice is hoarse. “zetsu?”

“k-karaku?” oh my god. oh my goodness, oh my. oh my god. aizetsu brings himself further, pulling against his restraints. he wants to shout so bad. karaku, are you alright? karaku! But if his voice were to go any higher, his collar would spare him no mercy.

“hey, ‘su,” karaku says groggily, eyes half open, but desperate. his poor blue baby brother, stuck so close yet so far, shivering and cold. it’s been far too long. he had so much to say — so many apologies, wishes, screams and cries. so badly did he want to just rip away from his shackles, run over and embrace the other, apologising as much as he could. promising protection and care.

but his body refuses to move. the sedative is too strong. Karaku curses himself for being so useless.

“karaku, don’t shout or move too much,” aizetsu whispers a warning. he caught the familiar shade of black latched to karaku’s neck, and feared for the worst. “it activates with loudness, and a high heart rate. okay?”

“okay,” karaku replies slurred. “thank you.”

“please don’t thank me,” aizetsu feels tears threatening his eyes again. “don’t. i really don’t deserve it. I’m so sorry.”

“no,” karaku does his best to shift closer, seeing how much aizetsu was straining, despite how heavy his body feels. “don’t… apologise. ‘s not your fault. been too long. miss you.”

“I… i miss you. I miss you too.” and so the tears fall, and he cannot wipe them away. the corridor is soon filled with aizetsu’s strained sniffs, and karaku’s soft coos, doing his best to assure the other everything would be alright. even if it hasn’t been, for 17 years.

[doodlegirl1998]

As a story writer, BNHA is an utter insult to story telling in general. And it sickens me that people literally praise it as peak story telling.

Other anime series like Death Note, Madoka Magica, and Dragon Ball has similar themes and character arcs and did them a MILLION times better than this series ever did!

I'm one who greatly values the rule of "show don't tell" and building up believable chemistry between the characters that I just don't get from this series.

1-A say they're connected and can work together as one but we never get any scenes of the class just hanging out and only talk about subjects that are happening right now. We don't know any of their likes or dislikes, their hobbies, what they like to do and more.

Izuku is forced to be miserable and alone so it can be misery for the sake of misery or played up for poor tasting comedy. And to be forced away from his first true friends to be with the Cash Cow Triplets because that apparent pairing makes the most money.

And that's... the saddest thing about the whole business nowadays.

Telling a good story isn't a priority anymore, it's adding things that'll make them the most bank.

Sorry for this rant I just wanted to get that off my chest.

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

I agree as someone who likes to write fics and read a lot of stories myself I do see where you are coming from.

MHA is built on a strong foundation, interesting premise, world building and loveable characters (eeehhh mostly...) yet as time has gone on really prominent cracks have begun to show in MHA.

Particularly, Hori's "tell don't show" method - an inverse of the good writers advice "show don't tell." For example - so many characters kiss Bakugou's ass, call him a prodigy, a "manly friend", a "hard worker", "the best", "has grown a lot" when with how this kid acts he should be LOATHED. By everyone, staff and students alike.

Aizawa is one of his most staunch defenders despite Bakugou being the type of student he should (from what we are told about him and see of his backstory) despise.

Kirishima is his self proclaimed best friend yet Bakugou is the type of person (from what we are told about him) he should also hate with a passion.

Shoto expresses the desire to be friends with Bakugou yet from his upbringing, he should instantly see Bkg is a POS (a mini Endeavor in a lot of ways) and hate him on principle - especially because of how Bakugou is still acting openly hostile and abusive to Midoriya.

Midoriya still calls him "Kacchan" which implies closeness yet Bakugou viciously bullied him mercilessly for year's. He should from what we see also loathe Bakugou or grow to do so yet he never does.

All of this creates a strong sense of cognitive dissonance and dissatisfaction throughout the story.

Class 1A say they are connected but are they really, and is Aizawa their defacto father figure? I would say no. Despite Hori telling us otherwise - he doesn't make the effort to SHOW us.

Class 1A can show they care what Bakugou feels like being rescued but hound Midoriya and drag him back to UA without a care in the clusterfuck that was Class 1A vs Izuku.

Class 1A can rightfully dunk on Mineta for all the times he acts a disgusting pervert yet look on as Bakugou takes his aggression physically, verbally and in an explosive manner out on Midoriya for the 100th time. Even Midoriya's friends (Ocha, Iida, Tsyu, Aoyama and Shoto) and his mentor All Might look on with a fond smile at the "rivals."

I am disgusted at the abusive mockery of a rivalry... a rivalry is Sasuke vs Naruto - or even Shigaraki vs Izuku not Bakugou (abuser) vs Izuku (his victim.)

There was a moment in the war arc, where Izuku shouted to AFO!Shig that losing their homeroom teacher, Aizawa would be the worst outcome of the battle. And, as it wasn't the argument of Eraser the tactical asset being lost that would be the worst outcome but him as a teacher, I was left thinking - Izuku, why do you think this?

Hori gave us no moments where a bond between Aizawa and the rest of the class was built up to see him as this defacto father figure to 1A - especially not with Izuku - in fact Hori did the opposite by making Aizawa behave like he has.

"Problem Child" - is not a fond nickname from Aizawa to Midoriya to me. To anyone who thinks it is I would like them to consider that it is coming from an expell-eager hardass of a Teacher who has never been shown to like Izuku.

Realistically, the repercussions of Aizawa's actions here written without plot armour, Midoriya would be an anxious wreck being called this by him and would be wondering when he actually will get the boot out of U.A.

So again, there's the cognitive dissonance and here's Hori's favourite "tell don't show"... UGH.

There's so so many other examples of this style of writing in MHA - all the simping for Endeavor, Aizawa and Bakugou done by other characters because we are meant to like them now.

Side note - Rei simping for Endeavor is just baffling to me and not in a good way like 🤮. It was such a poor narrative choice it made me wonder if this poor woman was actually being treated in that mental hospital or just brainwashed to be more ammendable to her abusive husband. What good Doctor would let their patients abusive husband's manipulative presents through? Fuck right off with that Hori.

With your concluding statement I agree - making a good story and concluding it at the right time isn't a priority anymore. In general, just look at the MCU. That francise should have naturally ended with Endgame yet Disney is still trying to drag it on to milk out the dollars until it becomes unprofitable.

With MHA, narratively it has gone down the toilet. Hori's heart isn't in it anymore and we can all tell. He (and his editors) placed Izuku at the heart of the cash cow triplets to bring them in the money. And it has worked.

So, Izuku will always be miserable with Bakubitch always around like a cancer sucking out all Izuku's joy and growing over what was meant as his story. I don't expect a happy ending for Izuku anymore. I just hope he isn't dead at the end of all of this and manages to save Shigaraki - which is the most I can hope for him at the moment.

To conclude, don't be sorry for the rant I responded with one of my own. :)

[correctproseka]

hi omg tumblr stopped giving me notifs

im so glad you asked,

so in my rp we stopped at a point where mafuyu is finally settling into the new life hes made with niigo and finally breaking through some trauma

so naturally this starts to break empty sekai, hes not empty anymore, yk? hes finally realizing his passions, his emotions, hes seeing them and trying to handle them, we're not relying on dissociation anymore

so empty sekai slowly crumbles and falls apart, in its place is born the "cozy sekai" except this one is born from mizuki (who is still struggling to be vulnerable with niigo but wants so hard to build a warm loving environment despite her struggles with emotional intimacy)

i havent finished flushing it out yet bc ADD is hard and as hinted at in my last ask i dissociate alot lol but so far i want it to be a primarily mizuki made space in the same way empty sekai was primarily made by mafuyu and since mizukis biggest coping mechanism is just pretending the bad isnt there (projecting 🤗) the landscape of cozy sekai is a nice sized one floor house with a big backyard (same aize dimensions as the empty sekai just filled with more stuff, also stole a bit of inspo from L/N because their sekai has an indoor and oudoor section i think, with the school room and the rooftop for stargazing)

the lighting in cozy sekai is reminiscent of IDsmile so its pastel blues, pinks, lavender and white, it feels like a huuuge oversized pillowfort as if the walls are made of blankets, nice sized windows for gazing into the nature surrounding the house, thick carpeted floors, long hallways that feel just a little liminal, LED lights, theres some locked rooms (to represent the things mizuki has yet to share and the other secrets they hold close out of a slightly outdated need to overprotect herself) and a bunch of stylized rooms with fun things to do like games, a ddr machine somewhere, a plushie room, an arcade a theater room etc things of that nature

and then in the backyard is a treehouse with enough items in it for a cozy little sleepover or maybe to share stories in the dark, backyard also had a swingset, a small garden, whole sekai is lined with tall fence hedges (to represent the walls mizuki keeps up but also her desire to keep the things she loves safe) the weather in cozy sekai is always spring/fall like, theres a day/night cycle in the sekai but the longest times of day are dusk/dawn (in refrence to 'akiyama' meaning either dusk or dawn i get it confused all the time) with day and night only being maybe 6ish hours long each

i had even started writing out how the personalities of the vocaloids would change to fit the cozy sekai, but i made the changes based on the empty sekai vocaloids so for example i wrote in my notes:

-empty miku is the 'default' vocaloid, encompasses all of mafuyus depression and some of his resignation but still holds onto hope, still has desires and wishes for things to improve even if she still views herself as powerless to change anything.

-cozy miku (would) encompass all of mizukis anxious feelings, is very friendly and polite despite her shy nature. would be heavily guarded and have an air of mystery about her, just wants everyone to get slong and be friends, queen of friendship charms. would rather avoid confrontation than risk 'making a mistake' and losing her dear friends so she hides her true feelings or lies about their intensity

and ive started converting the other vocaloids too, i think im only missing the twins and luka. but yea, i think as mafuyu works through all his trauma and especially as empty sekai becomes less of a dissociative place and more of a comforting place its eventually give way to the next set of strong emotions and feed off of mizuki to make cozy sekai

-rambler anon

SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG TO ANSWER, I FORGOR ABOUT IT.

I imagine how scary it was for the virtual singers with the sekai falling apart and then nope, its fine again oopsies im just changed into a half different person

Poor Mizuki my baby🥺

Very big backyard, since empty sekai is endless lol

It seems like a really cute sekai, i like it

[painted-kneecaps]

IT’S HERE.

Pride & Prejudice & Turnabout

THE MOMENT YOU’VE (I’VE) BEEN WAITING FOR-

P&P&T is now being published to AO3 !!

Thank you so much to everyone who has interacted with this story thus far !! This AU has consumed my mind for the last few weeks, and I’m so excited to finally begin sharing it with you !!

Here is a link to the ✨Official P&P&T Playlist✨ for that sweet, sweet ambience while you read !!

Love you all, and thanks for reading !! <3

[lucky-bunni09]

reading heir in chapter 19

so Aiz POV is actually in the past. she calls herself Ilar which is the Ilar that Qu’il falls in love with and is murdered by the magic murderer.

And because Aiz dies she doesn’t stop Tiral from becoming the king and then they go to war with Navium

and that timeline is where Qu’il and Sirsha POV is taking place.

writing a book on the past in one POV and combing in with 2 others is so fucking cool. her brain works wonders omg

[whiteknighthedin]

☆ I've been into Danmachi for a while and watch it with my roleplay partner who, unlike me, reads the light novels. I also have an Aiz rp blog~

☆ I have over a decade of roleplay experience but I've been writing stories since I was 12.

☆ I kind of made this blog on a whim and while a little intoxicated, and Hedin's character type is quite new to me, but I'll still try my best~

☆ I am neurodivergent and tend to get overwhelmed easily when it comes to roleplay, and will disappear a lot. I also have a lot of roleplay blogs.

☆ This is a ship friendly place and I won't tolerate hate or discourse here. Other than that, enjoy your stay! Love and peace~ <3

[ashereadsstuff]

'Heir' (Heir Duology #1) by: Sabaa Tahir

I received an ARC from NetGalley In exchange for a honest review.

Rating out of 5: 🌟🌟🌟🌟.5 (4.5/5)

Release Date: October 1, 2024

Content Warnings: Child death, Violence, War, Sexual content, Grief, Torture, Death of parent, Vomit, Blood

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SYNOPSIS:

Prepare for a ruthless and romantic new fantasy from #1 New York Times bestselling and National Book Award winning author Sabaa Tahir that introduces a new generation of characters set in the same world as the unforgettable An Ember in the Ashes series. An orphan. An outcast. A prince. And a killer who will bring an empire to its knees.

Growing up in the Kegari slums, AIZ has seen her share of suffering. An old tragedy fuels her need for vengeance, but it is love of her people that propels her. Until one hotheaded mistake lands her in an inescapable prison, where the embers of her wrath ignite.

Banished from her people for an unforgivable crime, SIRSHA is a down-on-her-luck tracker who uses magic to trace her marks. Destitute, she agrees to hunt down a killer who has murdered children across the Martial Empire. All she has to do is carry out the job and get paid. But when a chance encounter leads to an unexpected attraction, Sirsha learns her mission might cost her far more than she’s willing to give up.  

QUIL is the crown prince of the Empire and nephew of a venerated empress, but he’s loath to take the throne when his aunt steps down. As the son of a reviled emperor, he, better than anyone, understands that power corrupts. When a vicious new enemy threatens the survival of the Empire, Quil must ask himself if he can rise above his tragic lineage and be the heir his people need.

Beloved storyteller Sabaa Tahir interweaves the lives of three young people as they grapple with power, treachery, love, and the devastating consequences of unchecked greed, on a journey that may cost them their lives—and their hearts. Literally.

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MY REVIEW:

I want to thank NetGalley for providing an ARC of Heir by Sabaa Tahir in exchange for an honest review.

Heir is a gripping, fast-paced novel that you won’t want to put down. The world-building is stunning, immersing you in a richly detailed and complex environment. The characters are multi-dimensional, shaped by their surroundings, and their growth is both intriguing and compelling. While I had some issues with Aiz—particularly her reckless decision-making—the book’s other characters, like Sirsha and Quil, more than made up for it. They were incredibly entertaining, bringing humor and warmth to balance Aiz’s darker tendencies. Aiz’s transformation into a villainous figure was shocking, though it felt somewhat sudden. Despite this, the book kept me hooked, and I couldn’t stop reading. That ending—what the heck was that?! All I can think about is the next book, and I will gladly devour every page of it.

While writing this review, I read other people’s thoughts, and some mentioned that it helps to read Sabaa Tahir’s An Ember in the Ashes before Heir. I agree—especially if you want to understand the more technical components of the book. However, I didn’t realize this until I was about 50% through. Personally, I think you can read Heir without the previous books, but only if you have strong reading comprehension skills. Since this is a fantasy novel with heavy world-building, the extra context would definitely help.

Spoilers Ahead:

Aiz was a major source of frustration for me. Her actions, especially as the plot unfolded, felt increasingly out of place for someone who was supposed to be seeking help and grew up in the lower class. Her recklessness didn’t fully reflect the struggles of someone in her position, which made her character feel inconsistent. Her POVs also became dull until about 70% through the book, making it difficult to stay invested in her journey.

The relationship between Aiz and Mother Div was another issue. While I understand that Mother Div was meant to be controlling and manipulative, the lack of explanation surrounding Aiz’s mission as the "Chosen One" made the intended manipulation feel off. I get that she’s a deity, but if you need someone to fulfill a grand destiny, shouldn’t you provide more guidance than just Shut up, free my people, and do my bidding? Aiz’s descent into villainy felt abrupt, and I wish the author had provided more subtle hints earlier on—whether through the book Aiz was constantly reading or her conversations with Mother Div—to better show how she was being influenced.

Despite these frustrations, Sirsha and Quil were absolute standouts. Their interactions were funny, engaging, and provided much-needed balance to the heavier themes of the book. I loved their dynamic, and they made up for the weaker parts of the story.

Overall, I loved Heir and rated it 4.5 stars. The world-building, character depth, and emotional impact made it a fantastic read, even with some flaws in Aiz’s arc. I highly recommend it and cannot wait for the next book!

[fracturedodr]

(( oh no wait I'm an idiot he HAS held Aiz' hands before, he DANCED with her

probably other occasions too

oh well. He deserves a bit of gushing, I think... Better he gushes about Aiz than about Freya, after all.

Which reminds me, one of these days I really gotta write him like... sleepwalking and trying to find Freya... A bit of sads in between all this normalcy and calm readjustment ))

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2007 - Number 32 - Iveta Baumane - "In Our Life"

Iveta Baumane was in 2007 a relatively unknown prospect. She'd grown up in a musical family and started learning to play the violin from the age of four. Her first performances began with her family ensemble at the age of ten. Then the singing took over. She sang in gospel choirs as well as backing vocals.

In her time as a backing vocalist in the early years of the century, she sang with both Dons and Samanta Tīna. Those connections led to her meeting Ingars Viļums, bassist of the band Prāta Vētra better known in the Eurovision world as the band Brainstorm. The two of them began song-writing and Iveta was thrust from the role of backing singer to being lead at the 2007 edition of Eirodziesma.

In Our Life is a conventional pop-rock number about routine, rigmarole and ennui. It's a plea for connection in a world of isolated people doing the same thing day-in, day-out. It's jaunty to the point of being vaguely religious, although that it's probably down to the instrumental choices and the major lift of the chorus in a sea of despondent verses. Iveta gets to showcase her voice, which is not only confident but her tone is outstandingly clear - her choral training and experience as a backing singer evident.

It is a little safe and that's probably what let it down in the national final. In semi-final one, it could only scrape eighth place of the ten songs and missed out on going to the final. Iveta and Ingars weren't put off. They tried again in 2008 and again in 2009 - without huge amounts of success. They were also releasing singles and other songs between national finals.

Unfortunately the collaboration didn't lead anywhere profitable and the collaboration ended. Iveta moved on to new ventures which turned out to be somewhat more successful. She also got to use her violin playing skills. Gone was pop-rock and in was folk. She was recruited to sing and play fiddle in the band ElektroFolk.

They were a mix of folk band and choir - garnering a reputation in Latvia, a country with a huge love of choirs. They performed all over Europe including being the opening act at the 2014 World Choir Olympics when it was held in Riga. Another claim to fame is that they also participated in another Latvian national final - the 2016 edition of Eirodziesma giving Iveta her fourth appearance.

In case she doesn't get into my selections for those years, here's Aiz Daugavas Vara Dārzs (Behind the Daugava Copper Garden) - a song that's been covered by others since - performed live in 2016.

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Resultados de carreras de caballos en Inglaterra

Los aficionados de las carreras de caballos en Inglaterra han estado siguiendo de cerca los emocionantes resultados de las competencias más recientes. Durante las últimas semanas, los hipódromos ingleses han sido escenario de carreras intensas y llenas de emoción, donde jinetes y caballos han demostrado su destreza y habilidad en la pista.

En las últimas competencias, hemos sido testigos de actuaciones impresionantes por parte de varios caballos destacados. Algunos han logrado imponerse como favoritos, mientras que otros han sorprendido con su velocidad y resistencia en la recta final. Los espectadores han disfrutado de carreras reñidas y llenas de adrenalina, que han mantenido a todos al borde de sus asientos.

Los resultados de las carreras de caballos en Inglaterra han sido el tema de conversación entre los amantes de este deporte, quienes no han dejado de comentar las sorpresas y las hazañas ocurridas en las pistas. Cada competencia ha sido una oportunidad para celebrar la pasión por los caballos y el talento de los jinetes, que dedican su tiempo y esfuerzo a este deporte tan apasionante.

A medida que continúan las competencias en los hipódromos ingleses, los espectadores se mantienen ansiosos por conocer los próximos resultados y seguir disfrutando de la emoción y la competencia que caracterizan a las carreras de caballos en Inglaterra. Sin duda, este deporte seguirá atrayendo a multitudes y cautivando a aquellos que disfrutan de la velocidad, la elegancia y la emoción de las carreras de caballos.

Consulta de resultados hípicos en línea

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Información de ganadores de competencias equinas

Al asistir a una competencia equina, es fascinante presenciar la gracia y la destreza de estos magníficos animales mientras compiten por la victoria. Es importante estar al tanto de la información sobre los ganadores de estas competencias, ya que nos permite reconocer el trabajo duro y la dedicación tanto de los jinetes como de los caballos.

Los eventos ecuestres suelen ser emocionantes y repletos de talento, donde jinetes y caballos demuestran su habilidad en disciplinas como salto, doma clásica, o carreras de velocidad. Los ganadores de estas competencias son aquellos que han demostrado un rendimiento excepcional, superando a sus competidores con gracia y elegancia.

Además de la emoción de presenciar una competencia ecuestre, la información sobre los ganadores es fundamental para aquellos que siguen de cerca este apasionante deporte. Conocer a los campeones y sus caballos nos permite apreciar su talento y esfuerzo, y nos inspira a seguir de cerca su trayectoria en futuras competencias.

En resumen, la información sobre los ganadores de competencias equinas es esencial para celebrar el trabajo arduo y la dedicación de jinetes y caballos en la búsqueda de la excelencia en el mundo ecuestre. Estar al tanto de estos resultados nos brinda la oportunidad de disfrutar y apoyar este emocionante deporte, mientras reconocemos la habilidad y el talento de los verdaderos campeones de la equitación.

Últimos resultados de carreras de caballos británicas

Los aficionados a las carreras de caballos británicas están siempre ansiosos por conocer los últimos resultados y novedades en el mundo de la hípica. Las competencias en los hipódromos de Gran Bretaña son reconocidas a nivel mundial por su tradición y la emoción que generan entre los espectadores.

En las recientes carreras de caballos en el Reino Unido, hemos sido testigos de emocionantes competencias donde jinetes y sus magníficos corceles demuestran su destreza y velocidad en la pista. Los resultados de estas carreras han mantenido a los aficionados al borde de sus asientos, con finales ajustados y sorpresas en cada curva.

Los hipódromos británicos como Ascot, Cheltenham o Aintree son algunos de los escenarios emblemáticos donde se celebran estas apasionantes competencias, atrayendo a miles de personas ávidas por presenciar el espectáculo y las habilidades de jinetes y caballos.

Los últimos resultados de las carreras de caballos británicas han consolidado la reputación de este país como cuna de la hípica y han dejado claro que la emoción y la pasión por este deporte ecuestre continúan más vivas que nunca. Los aficionados pueden disfrutar de noches emocionantes y vibrantes jornadas en los hipódromos británicos, donde la adrenalina y la emoción están garantizadas. ¡Que vivan las carreras de caballos británicas!

Historial de competiciones de equitación en internet

La equitación es un deporte ancestral que ha ganado popularidad a lo largo de los años, y su presencia en internet no ha pasado desapercibida. El historial de competiciones de equitación en la red es extenso y variado, ofreciendo a los amantes de este deporte una amplia gama de eventos para seguir y disfrutar.

En la actualidad, los aficionados a la equitación pueden acceder a numerosas competiciones en línea, desde eventos locales hasta torneos internacionales de gran prestigio. Plataformas especializadas en deportes ecuestres como HorseTV o websites de federaciones deportivas ofrecen retransmisiones en directo, resultados en tiempo real y análisis detallados de las competiciones.

Además, las redes sociales han desempeñado un papel fundamental en la difusión de las competiciones de equitación, con perfiles dedicados a cubrir eventos, presentar a los jinetes más destacados y compartir momentos emotivos de las competiciones.

El historial de competiciones de equitación en internet refleja la pasión y la dedicación de los deportistas y aficionados a este noble deporte. Gracias a la amplia cobertura en línea, es posible seguir de cerca el desarrollo de las competiciones, conocer a nuevos talentos y disfrutar de la emoción de la equitación en tiempo real desde cualquier parte del mundo.