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Drawtober Day 2:
AEIWAM Chapter 8: Der Erlkönig
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io-72 · 8 months
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New art drop >w<
take all my new wonderweiss art since i post every one in a blue moon
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handsome-kakigori · 2 years
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Bosen
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WE'RE IN JULY!
Their birthday month!
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arrancxr · 6 months
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Wonderweiss anon here and I have zero problem with creepy content lol, I adore it! Fluffy or gut wrenchingly heinous...I love it all ❤️ If you're still willing, would it be too much to ask for prompt 12 (the mommy ver) with the hollow in question? I feel like a sickeningly sweet, nurturing/motherly type with an insidious maternal streak a mile wide would be a very interesting pair with him...
((Here's the first ask that this was in reference to~))
11. “Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy.”
Wonderweiss looks at you so sweetly, so trustingly, it’s impossible not to give in to whatever spoiling he wants. When he’s sucking on your fingers like a pet with a favorite comfort toy, those freckled cheeks puffed out just slightly, that vacant, peaceful expression becomes simply irresistible.
“Sweetheart,” you start, tapping lightly on Wonderweiss’s tongue to get his attention, “do you want mommy to touch you now?”
It takes him a moment to process your words (sometimes, you wonder if he really understands them at all), but soon enough, he makes a moaning, eager-sounding little noise, nodding with your fingers still in his mouth.
Sticky trails of saliva cling to your fingertips when you withdraw them. Wonderweiss stares longingly after your hand, lips parted and slack, but is distracted just as quickly when you slide his baggy, elastic-waisted pants down his narrow hips— not all the way off (you know he likes to stay warm, after all), but just enough that you can properly reach between his thighs. 
Wonderweiss’s little dick fits perfectly between your fingers. Just lightly rubbing the velvety-soft skin has him moaning again, higher in pitch, and burying his face against the side of your throat like it’s too much. Comfortingly, you murmur nonsense praises while you stroke him off.
Soon enough, his hips start to squirm, rocking back and forth in a clumsy attempt at finding more friction. Wonderweiss shivers all over, panting unsteady puffs of breath against your neck— you bring your other hand up to stroke his hair, and delight in the whine it earns from him. His clinging hands get tighter as time passes, clutching at your shirt with an uncoordinated grip as his sweet, needy whimpers creep up in volume.
“Be a good boy for mommy, now,” you croon when he moans in protest at your hand leaving his cock. “You know I’ll take care of you.”
Even though he’s chewing at your shirt collar now, too desperate not to reach for what’s right in front of his mouth, Wonderweiss obeys. Back past his dick, he’s wet; slick down to his thighs with evidence of his need. 
“Poor baby must be frustrated, hm? Here, open up...” He’s been patient for long enough, you decide (not that you could ever deny him).
Two fingers slide into him with hardly any resistance. Wonderweiss keens at the stretch— eager, not pained. His insides flutter, his squirming pushes his dick against the heel of your hand, and crooking your fingers to press at just the right angle has his whole body trembling in your lap.
It never takes much stimulation to tip Wonderweiss over the edge, and this time is no different. With no warning beyond a sharp little squeak, he comes hard, clawing weakly at your back with his blunt, trimmed nails.
You hold him there, still stroking his hair, until the aftershocks die down. Slowly, the tension eases out of his shoulders and limbs, and he sags in your lap like a marionette with cut strings. Cuddly as always, though, Wonderweiss is soon nuzzling into your shoulder, and humming contentedly.
It’s a shame, you think, that Hollows so rarely get these things on their own. Wonderweiss deserves better. So much better.
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shunuki · 1 year
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More personal head canon proof of them as a couple.
In the later chapters (Quincy invasion) we see Shunsui go kind of ballistic when the old man gets cut down by Yhwach....
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Well let's go back to the fall of the Espadas. Shunsui goes absolutely bat-shit/feral/beast mode when Wonderweiss hole punches Ukitake right in front of him.
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The anime shows it better.
Sure they're best friends, but this is kind of an over the top "you tried to kill my mate, I must kill you quickly" type reaction.
Yeah he's devastated that the old man got killed, but this is someone in full protect what's mine mode.
I know we shippers can always find reason to base our ship but even in some of this blog's latest posts their relationship is really heavily implied by the creator, he just won't officially acknowledge it, but it's there, we see.
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rachelgobb · 9 months
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mygaynessissimp · 11 months
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Decided to take into my own hands to draw the fuckers, can't write even draw that well.
There's even some bonus ones.
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chaoticreivingu · 1 year
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Wonderweiss if Aizen never took away his will and lobotimized him without consent Part 2.
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tricksterscorvid · 1 year
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kcuf-ad · 6 months
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Aizen: I created Wonderweiss specifically to counter you, Yamamoto.
Yamamoto: Can he counter these hands though?
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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years
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So how eldritch can we expect your version of Hollows to be? Because if there's one thing I take joy from the various fandoms you stick your fingies into is the extremely enjoyable (cursed) way you describe the gods/monsters
I'm definitely looking forward to all these Bleach shenanigans~ :3
Have a Sample:
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He doesn't sleep.
Kaname just lies there, fingertips tracing over his chest. It bothers him now that his skin is unblemished. There should be something, he feels. A ring of raised flesh, an abrasion, something?Surely this feeling in his chest means he's about to become one of them.
He presses his chest, trying to feel it out. His heart still beats, his lungs ache- Maybe it's in his Liver. You can live without half a liver, can't you? Or was it gallbladders? Retsu had told him, once, when-
He does not cry out. He swears he can feel the hole growing every time he thinks of someone who was ever kind, who ever trusted him, of Shuuhei and Saijin and home and anything more than surviving the next hour. He does not cry out, but he can't grit his teeth hard enough to hold the little whimper entirely in.
Unfortunately, it's enough to wake his companion.
Wonderweiss is a pure creature, and even under better circumstances, Kaname isn't entirely sure he could deny him anything. Under these circumstances, he's given to spoiling the creature. So the small Arrancar had been allowed to curl up beside him, sleeping with his back to Tousen and his face to the door. Saijin used to do the same, when they traveled together, at least in new villages.
Perhaps he couldn't deny himself the faint comfort of another warm body. Perhaps he feels like he deserves the way the memory cuts at him. Perhaps he hopes the memory will finally cut his chest open.
But Wonderweiss stirs at the noise, sitting up. He sleeps at a twisted angle, chest flat on the bed and hips nearly facing the ceiling. When he moves, Kaname feels Weiss' top half rise, but not the bottom, like his spine is little more than a polite suggestion.
"Ahm?" He asks, nudging Tousen.
"I'm fine." Kaname lies.
"Hmg." Weiss grunts, sitting up all the way and patting at him, humming with concern. Small soft hands on his face, arm, shoulder, stomach-
"Weiss?" He frowns. "Did you grow more hands?"
"Ah!" Weiss chirps.
"...Good Job?" he tries. He can feel the edges of his eyes burning with exhaustion, even when they're closed. More hands. Sure. Why not?
"-I wondered if I would learn what kind of a freak you were before you died." Gin drawled from the doorway. "Have to admit, didn't think you'd be into-"
Wonderweiss made a noise that roughly served the same function as a growl, but sounded like it had been turned inside-out, a low, wet thumping from the middle of the Hollow's chest. Weiss started to get up and Kaname felt the bed dip like the hollow had also tripled in size overnight.
"Fuck off, Gin." He groaned, sitting up and wrapping his arms around what he hoped was Weiss' abdomen. "Don't bother, he'll only give you a stomachache." He mumbled, tugging a bit against Weiss, who had previously been roughly the size and shape of a small child, but now seemed to be taking on the scale and proportions of a moose.
"I mean I shouldn't be surprised, you always did have a soft spot for animals-" Gin teased, and Weiss gave him another wet growl. "-Seriously, you feel safe enough to sleep with this thing?"
"If Grimmjow or Baraggan decides to do me in, that's one less warm body between you and The Old Man whenever push comes to shove." Tousen shrugged, tugging more insistently at Weiss, who seemed to sit back a bit. "The microsecond it takes him to blow through me might be your only chance to slither off like the coward you are."
Gin didn't immediately respond. "You know how lucky you are that you can't see that thing, right? He looks like a pipe organ made of ribcages."
Weiss trilled a short set of scales smugly.
"Is. Is it actually supposed to be doing that?" Gin asked, sounding almost genuinely concerned. "I thought it wasn't supposed to shapeshift until-
There was the faint sound of Gin's foot crossing the threshold into the room.
Wonderweiss' furious screaming probably woke every hollow in Hueco mundo, if not the lighter sleepers in the soul society. A high, almost metallic scraping noise, like a knife on a chalkboard, followed by a deep, resonant boom as something elaborate that Kaname absolutely did not remember including in Weiss' specs happened in the Hollow's thorax, and the wall opposite the door exploded.
Ah. The "wonder" in Wonderweiss. Must be short for "Wonder what the fuck that was". "Fuck!" Yelped Gin, and the Hollow launched off the bed, galloping after him through the echoing halls of the city.
Kaname sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating chasing after them. On one hand, he didn't want Weiss to come to any harm. On the other even the effort of sitting upright was making his arms shake and stomach churn. He realized he was rubbing his chest again, searching for the hole that had to be forming there.
Well, if he became a Hollow, perhaps he'd become a bastard-eating one like Weiss and devour Aizen. It'd serve him right after all this. There was some dark comfort in that thought and slowly, he rolled back onto the bed and tried lying still with his eyes closed again.
Kaname does not sleep.
He does manage to stop thinking for a while and is nearly startled when Weiss returns, humming cheerfully. He feels like he's returned to his regular size and number of limbs now, as he climbs awkwardly over where Kaname had rolled onto his stomach to rest.
"Kahnm?" Weiss tries, nuzzling at his shoulder.
"I'll be alright." he mumbles, reaching up to pat Weiss' head and this time, it almost feels like it might be the truth.
Satisfied, Weiss settles over Kaname this time, probably only two arms folded over his side and chest resting across Kaname's back, legs sprawled out to the side like a great cat as he resumes his vigil of the doorway. The weight is comforting, and more presicent in his mind than the sensations in his chest.
This time, Kaname sleeps.
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felicianothefeli · 3 months
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when she wonder on my weiss till i margela,,,
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have some wonderweiss doodles ^_^
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thebiggestwheel · 4 months
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Bleach Volume 44.5 - "The Zero"
One of the most surprising (and confusing) things regarding Bleach is that Wonderweiss Margela didn't turn out to be the Cero Espada.
Wonderweiss is not only the last Arrancar from Aizen's army that is defeated, perfectly placed in the descending order of Espada's defeats, but he is easily the one with the most impressive portrayal during the Fake Karakura Arc. He defeats Mashiro, defeats Kensei in his Bankai, speed-blitzes Ukitake, and eventually boxes with Yamamoto.
Read more about it here > "The Complete Visored Rewrite, Final Part (4)"
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🥳 July the 6th. Happy birthday, Wonderweiss!
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arrancxr · 8 hours
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Seeing ur recent wonderweiss ask got me thinking. Is he really a child? I remember yamamoto calling him a "boy" but like, he's probably not actually a child. He's short, yes, but 5'1 isnt unheard of for an adult. With rukia and hiyori i feel like it should be known kubo draws petite adults a lot. Especially with Nels child form, and yachiru around is more evidence. Luppi, another petite male arrancar, is an adult at 5'3. Wonderweiss only acts like a child because his intelligence, speech and rationality have all been taken from him.
I think that with Arrancar in general, trying to apply the conceptual category of “child” is a moot point. With some exceptions (like Nel, whose child form is a result of an injury), the Arrancar don’t follow any normal logic of age. They can exist for decades without their body changing due to age, and there’s no telling if their current appearances match their soul’s age at death, either. Thus, applying a number to their Arrancar-stage body doesn’t work too well.
Wonderweiss looks “young”. To Yamamoto (who is in all regards ANCIENT), he looked like enough of a “child” that killing him felt kinda uncomfy. Neither of those things mean he is a child, by definition of physical or mental maturity.
Arrancar biology does not make much sense. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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