#Kira Izuru

[cryinglittlepeople]

I'm simple, I think about crime AUs, I draw Izuru

[gallusrostromegalus]

I lost the post but a few months ago, @japhgura and a few other people were asking what my OC Tama Nikuya's Zanpaktou abilities were like. So like a normal person, I spent the last few months drawing out a mini-comic about Tama meeting Izuru after the invading Quincies put some major holes in him!

Under the cut for Bleach-Manga-Typical Gore and Body Horror, but it has a happy ending and here's a safe preview:

(Please Embiggen, Tumblr really eats image quality and I worked hard on this!)

I've really only just started writing/posting An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy, but you can read the first few chapters here on Ao3!

[bepapas]

❤️❤️❤️

[timetravellingshinigami]

I adore so much the relationship between Shinji Hirako and Hinamori Momo.

These two endured so much pain and betrayal from a person who they were supposed to be able to trust. Although Shinji knew in some level to always be wary of Aizen. But Momo trusted Aizen completely.

And Aizen ruined both their lives.

Now though Shinji and Momo have the Captain and Lieutenant relationship that is ideal. Both trust the other completely. They helped heal each other. They gave each other purpose.

Their story is what I would love to see extended on and animated properly. But also I wonder what the relationship between Hisagi/ Kensei and Rose/Kira is like.

[alexdrawsbear]

a sticker sheet i made. i put momo in my phone case

[bleach-your-panties]

⚡︎CALL ME BIG DADDY WHEN YOU BACK THAT A$$ UP! 🍑》

◇how they react when you back that ass up on them🍑:

◇renji, izuru, ikkaku.

◇dividers by @/hitobaby.

◇minors, blank, ageless dni.

You were in the kitchen with Izuru cleaning up the dinner dishes.

While he washed the plates, you dried them and put them away.

Soon, a small grunt of frustration was leaving your lips as you tried to place the teacups on the shelf where they belonged.

Izuru often made the tea, and with him being 5'8", it was easier for him to reach up there than you.

"Do you need help, bluebell?" Your sweet, concerned husband asked while looking down at you with those big, pretty cornflower-colored eyes.

"Mhm." You nodded pitifully, though your lips curled into a devious smirk once he stepped behind you and grabbed the tea set from your hand.

Now he was in the perfect position for you to press your ass into his crotch and give it a teasing wiggle.

A soft, surprised 'oh' left his lips, almost making him drop the fine china.

"D-do...do you need to get by?"

His cheeks warmed instantly, little innocent mind thinking that you were trying to ease him out of the way to grab more dishes.

Being the little minx that you are, you laid flat against the counter, fully presenting the round globes of your ass to a shell-shocked Izuru.

And that was how you two ended up having sex on the kitchen floor....for the third time this week.

That little trick worked on him every single time.

Ikkaku slammed open the door to your shared bedroom with a curse.

His unreleased Hozokimaru waa snapped clean in two, the red feathery tuft at the end frazzled.

"What's wrong, 'kkaku?" You called out from your spot on the bed, eyes unmoving from the book spread open before you.

"Damned Yumichika. He pisses me the fuck off."

He discarded the broken staff and plopped onto the bed with you.

"'kkaku stop!" You giggled when he grabbed your left ankle and pulled you towards him. His hand landed a firm slap on your ass, the recoil making him bark out a laugh.

The position you were in made a wide grin cover Ikkaku's face, and knowing him as well as you did, you knew that he was staring at your ass.

So you scooted backwards until you felt your butt collide with his muscular thigh.

"Oh, you must be trying to fuck?"

With a roll of your eyes, you chuckled.

"You're such a pervert, Baldy."

"Me, a pervert, when you're presenting your ass to me like a full course meal?" He nipped the left cheek with his teeth and pushed you flush onto your stomach.

"Get ready, because I have a lot of frustration to release."

Renji and you were shopping in the World of the Living.

"Please tell me this is the last store, babe." He complained while lugging all of your bags on his tattooed arms effortlessly.

"This is the last store, babe," You said with a noncomittal wave of your hand, "let's look at these sundresses."

Renji's ears perked up at the mention of sundresses - his favorite article of clothing on you.

A perverted smirk crossed his lips when you pulled him into the dressing room with you.

His brown eyes never left your figure while you were changing and a very prominent tent began to form in his jeans.

You didn't realize how close he was actually standing until you felt his belt brush against your tailbone.

"Really?"

You gave him a look over your shoulder, which actually didn't help his erection in the slightest.

A blush spread from his forehead down to his nose and both cheeks.

His fingers gripped your hips, digging in and you reciprocated by pushing back against him; the soft material of the dress rubbing on him only made him harder.

"Ass so big, almost knocked me over." He laughed and you did as well.

"Ren, we can't do it in the store. Can't you wait until we're home?"

"Not my fault you look so damn sexy in these. Now, do your best to stay quiet unless you want to get kicked out of here."

[dont-look-up]

TYBW OP #1 (Scar by Tatsuya Kitani) + Gotei 13 + Insignias

[colourless-expression]

Vaguely hell-butterfly inspired Izuru

[greyskyflowers]

Ichigo has horrible nightmares, because I refuse to believe that he doesn't, and insomnia.

Most of the time he just gets up for the rest of the night, goes to train or on runs to try to burn off the anxious energy.

If they're bad enough, or he's at the point where if he doesn't sleep then he going to pass out, he develops a habit of goes finding certain people.

The nightmares leave him a little frazzled, mind messy from lack of sleep and fear. They leave him a little more vulnerable, a little less self conscious of getting comfort because he may shake out of his skin if he doesn't settle down. Sometimes he does things without realizing it, fight or flight kicking in along side unsettled hollow instincts, and he's off to find somewhere he feels safe and can sleep.

In the human world, he'll sneak in to find Kisuke. Right, sneak, like anyone in that building doesn't know he's there.

Sometimes Kisuke's in his labs so Ichigo just sits down outside the door, just enough out of the way to not trip anyone, back to the wall and arms crossed over them to rest his head on.

It soothes the vulnerable feeling, the sharp edge of terror in his chest. He trusts Kisuke to sense a threat and respond to it. He also likes the feeling of his reiatsu, cool like river stones and soothing like summer rain.

If Kisuke is busy or out, then he'll find a spot where he feels close enough to Tessai or Yoruichi to grasp at them for comfort.

They're all great about it.

Yoruichi will come and curl up next to him, her reiatsu brushing against his skin like fur, soft and warm. She purrs until the panic doesn't itch under his skin so badly. He's woken up to blankets pulled over him and sometimes a pillow between him and the wall.

The true problems arise whenever he stays in soul society.

No one says anything but he knows they can all tell when he has a nightmare, his reiatsu reacting to his fear and discomfort. Between the nightmares and the fear of waking everyone up, he's too anxious to sleep.

It's the 4th night with no sleep and he's restless, eyes burning and head reeling. It's familiarity that has him walking mindlessly until he finds Shinji's office. He slips in and ignores the sharp gaze immediately on him. This isn't new, he did this a few times while training with them.

He sits down in the far corner, back to the wall and facing the door. He draws his legs and rests his head on them. He already feels better, sleep creeping up on him fast.

All the visored have a eerie quality to their reiatsu but Ichigo likes it, especially like this. The sun warmed and soft sandy feeling of Shinji's reiatsu covering him is enough for him to sleep.

Shinji might be the only one beside Kisuke that Ichigo breaks his distance rule for. It's easier for everyone if they keep acknowledgement to a minimum when Ichigo seeks them out in the night. They've had years, centuries some of them, to make their peace with what they've seen and done. Ichigo has not. It's a topic they all avoid, pretending that not talking about it makes it go away.

He's a little touch starved, he'll admit it. He doesn't get much contact that isn't fighting, or that isn't meant to hurt or teach.

The clawing urge to be safe eats at him, especially at night. It won't let him rest, keeps him awake with anxious thoughts or wakes him up with fear.

Very, very few things would willing take on Kisuke Urahara or Shinji Hirako, even if the prize was Ichigo.

So getting a little more personal is common with them. He sits a little closer, holds on a little tighter, visits them a little more. The pressure of their reiatsu feels like a weighted blanket.

He also find others he trusts for those nights.

He's goes to Kensei and ignores Shuhei's questioning and semi concerned look.

Kensei complains about having too many people in his office, Mashiro sticks her tongue out at him and Shuhei looks genuinely ruffled at the comment, but he doesn't turn Ichigo away.

He won't, wouldn't.

Kensei's reiatsu reminds him of swaying bamboo leaves and splotches of sunlight through tree branches, Mashiro's is tall grass and wildflowers, and Shuhei's is heavy but comforting.

Ichigo wakes up to Mashiro snoring on one shoulder, the side between him and the door, Shuhei is asleep on the other.

He also goes to Rose, who doesn't seem surprised to see him either.

Kira usually sits in the office too, a familiar restlessness and unease to him that Ichigo recognized in himself. They sit next to each other and it's nice to have the warmth of someone next to him.

He relaxes and can almost hear Rose's reiatsu humming, Kira's a gentle rain storm at his side.

There's a simmering fury that burns hot in the Visored everytime Ichigo comes to them, exhausted and anxious, and joins lieutenants already there for the same reasons.

Aizen left a mark on the younger ones, dark circles under their eyes and nightmares a constant battle.

Ichigo does well with them though. He sits quietly with Kira, sometimes they talk in low voice until they end up slumped against each other. He usually ends up between Mashiro and Shuhei, all of them falling asleep in a mess of limbs. He's unsure with Momo, a lot of people are, but she's growing to like him and it won't be long before they start talking. It doesn't hurt that Tōshirō thinks highly of Ichigo.

Tōshirō just waves him to the corner, in the middle of arguing with Rangiku and eventually kicking her out for the night. He's quiet as he goes back to work and the room is almost chilly, but it feels good against Ichigo's flushed skin. Tōshirō pauses a few times like he wants to say something, the words almost spilling out of his mouth, but he doesn't. He resumes working and Ichigo falls asleep to a snowstorm. Rangiku wakes him up in the morning with a smile and the smell of smoke and embers.

The 11th is... unexpected. It's the worst nightmare he's had in a while and stumbling out in a panic had brought him here. Maybe because nothing was stupid enough to come looking for a fight with Kenpachi and his men. That longing for safe eventually made the decision for him and he sat on the far edges of the division, hidden by the shadows. He knows that anyone awake would know he was there and sure enough, Yumichika comes around the corner and raises an eyebrow at him while Ikkaku looks over his shoulder. Ichigo just curls in a little tighter and watches them, waiting for them to kick him out or laugh. They don't do either. Yumichika just sighs and says something to Ikkaku and they sit down further down the walkway. They don't look at him, looking away or even closing their eyes. The tension slowly leaves, and it's hard to stay awake as he relaxes. The reiatsu that rolls over him smells like iron and he can vaguely tell where Kenpachi is, his reiatsu twisting and cracking like lightning.

He wakes up with just enough time to sneak out, hovering in front of Yumichika and Ikkaku hesitantly, only taking off when Kenpachi start howling about a fight.

They're laughing as he runs off.

Byakuya almost doesn't allow it, but Ichigo must look as bad as he feels because he only gets observed for a minute before he's ignored again. It's the only sign he gets that he won't get kicked out and it makes him hesitant at the door before slinking into the far corner and getting comfortable. He falls asleep to flowers and the cool warmth of spring cautiously grazing his skin. He wakes up to the smell of cold steel and the feel of scale and furs. Renji and Rukia sit beside him, waiting for him to wake up.

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Do I go back and forth between Ichigo being everyone's secret crush or their collectively adopted, traumatized human? Yes, and everything/anything in between.

[graciethegreat]

Moreee doodles.

[momoty]

Need a name for this group

[cryinglittlepeople]

the vibes

[gallusrostromegalus]

is there a specific reason that gin never opens his eyes properly in AEIWAM? id be lying if i said im not hoping its because he has some wacked out multiple iris per eyeball situation. has anyone Ever seen his eyes? if not, does anyone notice that no one has ever seen them?

You are 100% correct: He never opens his eyes properly because he's carrying part of The Almighty with him to be able to use Cheat Codes in the Spirit World to get his work done. He's tried to Illusion it dozens of times, but something about it being an actual Divine Ability means that nothing quite works to hide it.

So he walks around with his eyes only barely open. It's fine, he doesn't need light to see- the piece of The Almighty allows him to perceive everything in God Vision. It's actually a problem in the other direction- he's seeing so much at once, it's hard for him to keep track of details. Which means he's bascially constantly walking into furniture or missing turns and by accident, he absolutely sells the illusion that Gin squints all the time because he has TERRIBLE vision.

"At least your boss is upfront about his vision problems and actually asks for help?" Izuru sighs to Shuuhei one evening after a few drinks. "I'm constantly playing five-dimensional chess with him to keep him from, I don't know, wandering into the street and getting run over by a produce cart!"

In the next booth over Gin had been considering surprising his lieutenant- he's so cute when flustered! but he realizes that he is effectively playing Sixteen-Dimensional Chess every day and he STILL got run over by a produce cart last Teusday, and he curls up under the table in shame.

[incorrctbleach]

Izuru: Why does Rangiku call you babygirl? Gin: How about we stop talking for a little while.

[flaneurxxx]

[bluemglory]

Momo: Is "fuck" the name of the god of productivity?

Izuru: Who told you that?

Momo: Captain Hirako always says "for fuck's sake" when they give him extra work.