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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 2 years

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Bleach characters of your choice with a s/o with self-confidence problems? Thanks!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I took some time to think about the characters… the original gotei 13 got to me but we have no info so…

Anyway! I hope this is of your liking!

Tsuki's note: this time I only did two characters! Sorry it's a bit short... I wanted to run away from big cliches. I also feel like Yoruichi would be similar to Urahara?

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Urahara

• Ok, he will be loving little shit.

• Why? Well, he loves you a lot and the best way to overcome self confidence issues is… facing it!

• In his book at least.

• When he notices you are being a little down or fidgety he will cook something up.

• You bet he is making a situation for you to solve.

• And where will he be? No where. But you know this has his little finger.

• A little example: if you feel like you cannot defeat s type of hollow, you bet, he will leave you alone with it.

• But he is not that heartless! He will be around just in case and to celebrate with you!

• Were you pissed? Hell yeah!

• But as soon as you defeat that hollow he shows up to catch you:

• "See, Y/N? You can do it! You did great, sweety!"

• His smile is infuriating.

• But he wasn't wrong. You did manage it.

• And he reminds you of it all the time he is patching you up.

• It takes a little awhile for you to warm up to his sweet talk.

• But the way he gently holds your hand, wraps each and every wound, followed by a sweet " I am proud of you!" and every time you frown or scowl, he kisses your knuckles.

• Soon enough all you have is an annoyed face, but part of the anger is gone.

• He may be an asshole about this sometimes, but he would never make you deal with something that could actually harm you.

• If he sees you are distressed or indeed in trouble, he won't hesitate to scoop you away.

• You are his treasure and everything! So he will protect you.

• In these situations he makes sure you don't feel like you are a burden.

• Instead he brings it to himself: " I am sorry they were after me and got you by surprise!" Or " seems like a boo-boo, sorry honey! " or " Very cowardly of you to try to stab my Y/N on the back".

• His laid backness, sweet words and smile gives off quite the reassuring feel.

• But he also wants you to know how strong and beautiful you are.

• So expect to face whatever is making your confidence waver.

• A lovable idiot, yes.

Byakuya

• He seems like he has no patience but that is so not true.

• He noticed early signs of the anxiety bubbling on you.

• The sights , the fidgeting, the leg bouncing a bit.

• And soon enough he is inviting you to drink some tea with him.

• These moments were mostly to chat about each other's day.

• When you are done, he asks you what's bothering you.

• He listens quietly until you are done telling him what makes you nervous and what is killing your confidence away.

• As soon as you are done he may call you a fool for thinking so less of yourself. Does that help? Well, no.

• So you pout a bit.

• Upon seeing your pout he proceeds to explain why your reasoning is silly.

• In this explanation he will say what he loves about you and what you do well. On his own way, of course.

• So it may sound terribly cold or emotionless, but it actually carries a lot of comfort.

• Hearing the stoic captain saying such sweet things gives a little boost to you. You feel brave enough to start whatever you were putting up.

• Either if you tell him you decided to try to do something or he notices you are trying, he will walk up to you, pat your head and touch your forehead with his.

• All he says is: "stay calm. You can manage it."

• And honestly? That is a big help. A simple, yet loving action.

• If you succeed, he will proudly smile while you tell him about it.

• If not, then he will encourage you to try again. After all, failures are a great teacher.

• He makes sure to watch you a little more closely until you decide to try again.

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That 's it!

I hope you have enjoyed what I had to offer!

Please let me know what you think!

#bleach x reader #bleach #urahara kisuke #urahara x reader #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya x reader

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wulvercazz · 1 year

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Talking about innocent to the human world Grimmjow, do you ever think Kon would take advantage and trick Grimm into doing dirty stuff without Grimm knowing? Like, Ichigo coming home one day and Grimm being like "Take this, Kurosaki!!" and he starts twerking, cause Kon told him this was a "move that can knock out even the most powerful of enemies". Sure enough, Ichigo passes out at the sight.

dfdasfsggsddhdsfss I— omg ok, I don’t think he’d be thaT clueless tbh 😂 he’s a pretty smart guy usually.

BuT I do see him being tricked into a few things, like wearing too-tight or revealing clothes (totally Urahara and Yoruichi’s fault) because in the end he wears pretty much thaT and I don’t think he’s yet super aware that he’s hoT. He’s spent the most of his hollow existence as a fckn jaguar looking thing; I think some part of him still sees himself that way. And he’s probably sure Ichigo likes him for his power not his looks, (which - Ichigo does admire but ofc him being hot plays a gOOD paRt) thankfully, Ichigo’s dead set on telling him over and over just how pretty he is💕 (because I just know Grimmjow blushes against his will and gets pissed about it, and flushes more and … yeah, Ichigo loves that)

And also— I like to think people around the house end up asking him for help every once in a while; when Ichigo is unavailable for whatever reason. Because ofc they’d suddenly start acting chummy with an arrancar just because it’s Ichigo’s boyfriend— and I think Grimmjow would want to convince Ichigo somehow that he can be trusted with what would probably be his ‘pack’. (Just them tho, he’ll skewer any other of his friends if they look at him weird.)

So I do see Kon using thiS to sabotage Ichigo, being a dramatic little fuck to set his evil plans going: “OuGh maN— I can’t reach this thing under the bed with my tiny lion body— I’m sure you could reach it right, Jaegerjaquez-san? You’re pretty tall and stretchy— Ichigo usually helps me with these things though, I guess he’d be a better option to ask this too…“ (Grimm’s competitiveness and inability to not have to prove himself has always been downfall, lmao)

Ichigo walks into his bedroom to a pretty sight of Grimm’s ass presented to him. In that bodysuit of his that truly leaves nothing to the imagination, on his knees, ass in the air and chest planted to the floor; with an arm angrily searching for whatever the fuck the stupid stuffed moron is asking for. All Kon does, from his smug little spot on the desk, is give Ichigo the most annoyingly-knowing fucking raised brow, “see, I told you you were a pervert too” is what he’s telling him.

Oh, Ichigo is going to unstuff Kon (right after he takes a cold shower).

#answer #bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #ichigrimm #ichigrimm thoughts uwu

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troius · 7 months

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For all that the last bit of TYBW suffered story-wise, I do have to commend Kubo on his art, it has matured a lot, to a sort of manga/semi realist blend I really enjoy. That and all the uniforms/character designs and details (like Bazz' B on Jugram's sword for ex) he pulled off in the last arc "redeem" it somewhat (bar maybe Yoruichi and Orihime's clothes), even though it's clear there were story bits I think he had to chop down for time (Uryu, Isshin/Ryuken, whatever Soken had going on, and probably Gerard and matters relating to the Soul King, and while the Ichigo/Orihime moment you've just commented on is nice, I think it could have /just maybe/ done with a little more meat story-wise), but his artstyle rarely disappoints, and oft is a treat for the eye

Yeah I do think he's gotten a little bit excessive with the lack of backgrounds (or really with the lack of contrast, there's just too much white on white) but the art remains amazing. If he really was sick/injured while churning out this product it's an incredible accomplishment.

#bleach #ask troius

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toshiro-taichou · 1 year

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Chika Shihouin

I first saw this guy, I was like okay, whatever, sure, that's nice. Now after Thursday while at college, I got bored and was doing something on the computer and decided to write down the OG Gotei 13 captains' names as I kept forgetting and when my eyes looked onto this guy for the first time in a while, I was like: DAMN!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HE'S HOT!!!!!! Now I know where Yoruichi gets her good looks from, it's genetic, like holy fuck. I don't really have favourite dark skinned characters but I do like some of them, BUT Chika, yeah, he's definitely a fucking fav.

I might actually write stuff for Chika but knowing me, I'm going to get things wrong.

#chika shihouin #Shihoin Chika #bleach #og gotei 13 #ranting #Chika is too hot for his own good

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pearlaqua-eevee · 1 year

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ok and the rest of ep 22 liveblog

Urahara always showing up like that. Shady neutral until the end I see

AAAA RUKIA FELT URYU THERE. FUCK. MY RAREPAIR FRIENDSHIP CRUMBSAAAAAAA

Renji too obviously lol

"You guys are pissed at Uryu Ishida too?" lmfao Bazz-B

"I can give you a hand to go a kill him!" honey thats their FRIEND lmao sit down

hi protective-over-Uryu Rukia and Renji yeesss

ok but I do like that everyone actually gets a reaction to Uryu's betrayal, kinda shuts up the "he wasnt significant" naysayers in the fandom--BITCH HES SIGNIFICANT TO HIS FRIENDS AND EXTENDED FAMILY

"What dont you like chickens" LMFAO Renji woke up ready to sass because between this and the fight against Mask....

"Good for you" RUKIA AND RENJI PLS NEVER CHANGE I LOVE YOU BOTH

AAAND ZOMBIE BAMBI. FML

YORUICHI IS BAAAAAACK

aaa they did such a good job with the nostalgic parallels on this, ugh it makes me wanna go watch SS arc again back when the stakes were technically way lower but just because the core cast was ignorant lol

lol the dual Ichigo Orihime head tilt was cute

loved that shot of Ichigo, Orihime and Chad lookin badass and ready. Protect them!!!

"whats with that brat" people dont like to be misgendered, is whats up (no seriously they couldnt fine a single extra alt line for the reason that Gigi got pissed? We had to keep the phobia in? ok -_- )

sorry but as a writer, Yumichika suddenly being this observant and picking up on what the audience already knows just on observation, without any indication of how or why he's make the leap from "theyre bombs" to "they make whatever they touch explode"....its such a ooc-for-ic-knowledge moment to be able to have these two have a prayer of fighting back. So while the rest of the fandom is made about like 1 frame or not getting Bambi with her top unzipped, I'll be over here rolling my eyes at how this wasnt changed

I know people are probably mad about the pervert line too but because they actually did edit that line, it becomes directly about what Gigi said about being "excited" and yeah thats sick and twisted, hi, psychopath serial killer energy

"Um I wasnt asking why youre shining" LMFAO ROAST HIM GIGI

the fact that I know the fandoms been saying that scene was "hot"....and it actually is so much worse in the anime because of the voice acting....theres a reason that dialogue reads R rated, its meant to, and its meant to disgust you and theres a reason I stay away from like 95% of the fandom thats all im gonna fucking say on that

"you think im ordinary when you just said I was outstanding?" "dont take it personally, compared to me everyone is ordinary"

not me thinking about how Uryu might outwit the use of those reishi locking things

yeaaah like I know Gigi's powers are fucked up but really imagine fighting these people and realizing that not only can one of them create zombies they can control, but theyve done it to people you know and recognize. Again, no wonder the Quincy are viewed as abominations?!

Arrancars!?

DID THEY JUST USE THE WORD FUGLY OMFG!?

"I came to see that four-eyed Quincy to make him pay for what he did to me" what, so he can absolutely destroy you again? (lol sorry, I LOVE Cirucci, shes one of my fav Arrancar but GIRL. He's gotten stronger since then, I don't think you wanna actually go for him again. Love the shoutout to that tho!?)

characters being able to be revived like this really takes tension out tho lol

so like....we're all in agreement that Mayuri is a "just like what you're fighting" type character, right? Like I get loving him for being twisted and honestly open and obvious about it (unlike other villain characters and in particular some of the Quincy)... like on the one hand as a PERSON, I'm like "love to hate this character, kinda badass in a sick way". but yeah like. He's just as bad as the Quincy and I think it puts a lot of his actions in this arc into perspective in a really interesting way

Gigi singsonging while healing Bambi is really disturbing and I love this character archetype a lot so its nice to see it done well. Shes MEANT to disturb you

FUCK. AND THERES TOSHIRO. I ALMOST FORGOT

HYYYPPPPPEEEE

#bleach spoilers #bleach tybw #victoria liveblogs #victoria liveblogs tybw

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cxffeeshxp · 13 days

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~ Love how when I try to search for pictures of Mirko I get pictures and gifs from the anime but when I do it for Yoruichi I get post of people leemantimg her being sexualized and fetishized aa a WOC. Yeah, sure, valid critiques or whatever, but I want to get art dammit.

#{ mun rambles }

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atalossofwords · 6 months

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To Come Home - Bleach&KHR WIP

The first two chapters of this are published here. This is a Cloudy Sky!Ichigo bonds as Xanxus' Cloud Guardian, inspired by many other fics!

I've been stuck on this chapter for the last few months, so since I'm halfway through it, I decided to post it here to see if that got me animated to finish.

Ichigo was expecting the meeting to be hellish. He expected the two Skies in his city to be old men or yakuza thugs, and their circles not much better.

That's why, when a literal kid entered the meeting room, followed by an assortment of personalities that looked as diverse as Ichigo's own circle, he was surprised, and curious. He didn't know many other Skies, and none of the ones he knew were human, besides Yuzu.

He's used to a Shinigami's circle; old Yamamoto's small and distant circle, Aizen's fake circle. All very formal, distant, and almost hidden from the outside eye, nothing like Ichigo's circle, who are all very open and close to each other, even the Shinigami.

The kid introduced himself as Tsunayoshi, and the older sky as Xanxus. Interestingly enough, it seemed like Tsuna was the one leading the meeting. From where she's napping on the rafters, Yoruichi informs them that Xanxus is, actually, a Storm-Sky, just like Ichigo is a Cloud-Sky, and seems to be bonded to Tsuna.

As Kisuke greets them, Ichigo chances a glance at Byakuka, who tilts his head in confirmation. Huh. Ichigo doesn't know how he feels about that.

Ichigo introduces himself and his elements, noting how both Skies look interested when he says these are his main elements. Considering Xanxus is apparently Tsuna's second-seat storm, that makes sense.

The meeting in general is... okay. Ichigo hates standing in ceremonies, and explaining himself. Half the time he just does whatever Kisuke tells him to, how does anyone expect him to explain anything? He lets Kisuke and Byakuya take the lead, only speaking when prompted. He mostly pays attention to the Skies, and his guardians.

Tsuna's guardians seem... young. Most of them are either fifteen or sixteen, with the exception of the Sun and Mist. It makes sense, since Ichigo's human guardians are also the same age as him, but it is still... curious. Most of them don't give off the mafia vibe, even if all of them are wearing suits. The sun – Reborn? – and the Cloud – who Ichigo has the feeling would be a great fight; by the way Yoruichi settled on a beam right above him, she agrees. Ichigo would never escape his reputation as a Cloud-collector – look like they are the most used to all this ceremony.

Xanxus' guardians, however, do give off the mafia vibe. Above that, they give off the dangerous mafia vibes. Xanxus himself is full of scars, and with the exception of the Mist, all of them look like killers, even the child-storm.

For some reason, though, Ichigo can't really get his attention away from Xanxus. He doesn't know if it's because he's never met a human dual Sky before, if it's because, just like Ichigo, he has the kind of face that screams I'm one inconvenience away from murdering someone, if it's because he looks like he'd be one hell of a fight.

(Discreetly, he looks at Grimmjow, who also has his eyes set on the Storm-Sky. Yeah, Ichigo hopes they can arrange a less formal meeting. Grimm can have a go at the Sky, and Ichigo is dying to harry that Cloud into a chase.)

Soon enough the meeting ends, and Kisuke elbows him to get up and accompany them out. He can see Toshiro hurrying out, back to the basement where Rangiku and Nelliel are doing god-knows-what, and Grimmjow is heading to the same direction, but dragging his feet. Chad and Uryuu are huddling together, probably to head together to Inoue's, where they all have a study session after Ichigo is done here.

Kisuke puts a reassuring hand on his back, softly enough no one else sees except Byakuya, who huffs an exasperated breath.

Ichigo already feels better here, outside the shop, with sunlight on his skin. He looks at Tsuna's elements, specially at the Cloud, and offers a hand, sky flames bright on his grip.

"Hey, it's nice meeting another Sky. Feel free to drop by, yeah?" He says, scratching at his nape. He can feel Byakuya glaring. "Just... maybe send a letter first."

Tsuna laughs, clearly getting his meaning, and offers the same to him. Ichigo always finds it weird, the instant connection he has with other Skies, the understanding that, fundamentally, they were both doing what was best for their people.

Then, Ichigo extends the same hand to Xanxus, and it happens.

Ichigo remembers harmonising with all his elements, of course he does.

The warm, simmering heat of Chad, his first bond and his most reliable one, always there for Ichigo no matter what. Hands on each other's back as they rested, training together, long nights of silence spent on each other's company.

They were half-bonded the moment Ichigo's Sky flared to life, when Rukia was taken away. The moment they fully bonded it felt like the most natural thing, like something that was always meant to be there.

Kisuke's mist, the bond setting in place as his mentor kneeled and apologised, from them on the no-secrets policy between them, the promise that if Ichigo wanted the world, Kisuke would be the first to get it for him.

The days from then on spend with each other, first training and learning, and then simply... enjoying each other. Kisuke's several mental issues settled when he found the one person who would always, always accept him. Ichigo delighted in knowing there was someone that could match him, be it in conversation, studying or fighting, someone who would always be one step behind him.

The steady, calm drizzle of Shinji's rain, the bond settling and calming his hollow in a way nothing else could. With it, slowly, came the awareness of the rest of the Vizard; with their sky bonded to another, they couldn't help but be just that little bit more attached to him.

(It was... An unique experience. Shinji was his Rain, ever-present and slippery, but he was also a Shinigami Sky, and it was with this bond that Ichigo learned what the difference was.

Sure, the Vizard were bound to Shinji, but Mashiro and Kensei orbited each other earlier, would always turn towards each other first, the Storm-and-Lightning of mayhem. Lisa, also a rain, was still hurt from leaving the almost-harmony she shared with Shunsui. A hundred and more years together, and they just now settled on anything close to steady. With Soul Society opening their captain positions back up, their bonds were drifting apart; Rose's cloud drifting further away, Love's sun setting to shine somewhere else.)

It meant Shinji wasn't used to his own attachment, to the way his hollow and Ichigo's clashed, to the way he wanted needed Ichigo close. It meant time spent together, discovering new limits and long talks about just what it meant to be bombed, to be a Circle, and more importantly, to be a Sky, with people who depended on you.

Ichigo is going to be honest, after that mess in Hueco Mundo, everything happened so fast he barely had time to actually pay attention to his new elements, in between training and planning Aizen's defeat.

It was Yoruichi, her Cloud mingling with his so slowly he didn't even notice it, at first. It was Ishida, animosity broken when Ichigo almost died in Hueco Mundo, the feeling of losing his Sky before he could have it properly. It was Nelliel, the injured Arrancar glueing her Sun to his sky the moment they touched, before even revealing her identity.

During the battle of Karakura, new bonds brimming with nervous energy of a not-yet-settled bond and the adrenalin of a dangerous fight, it was Grimmjow, defecting and turning sides with a snarl, his Storm tired of being caged under Aizen's false sky. It was Starrk, taking one look at Shunsui, longing and needy, and accepting Ichigo's extended hand, when the Captain wouldn't extend his own.

The aftermath, losing his powers... Without his bonds, Ichigo is certain he would not have made it.

No powers, and Soul Society and his own damn father trying to lock him away from his Circle, or at least from all the non-human ones.

Ichigo could still see Chad and Ishida at school, and as much as he was glad for that, he was getting increasingly more irritable as time went on and it became clear they were dealing with the problems Ichigo usually dealt with on their own.

(It hurt, of course it did. He was supposed to be the one to protect them, wasn't he? Chad just clasped a hand on his shoulder, supporting, and Ichigo could see Ishida's eyebags as he scoured through his family's library, in the hopes the Quincy might have a way to help.

They were trying, and that was all Ichigo could ask for.)

It lasted for about three weeks before Kisuke kidnapped him to his basement, where Grimmjow, Nelliel and even Starrk seemed to be about to climb the walls; turns out, Hollows bonded physically a lot more than emotionally; being away from him was almost painful for them.

Shinji took five minutes to preserve his dignity before he, too, was climbing on the cuddle pile. Kisuke and Yoruichi were keeping an eye on them all, mist-and-cloud mingling together as they lounged on their own little bubbles.

What surprised Ichigo, however, was the white haori standing on the sidelines. Toshiro, nervously twisting his hands, scowl firmly in place.

He offered one hand to Ichigo, when Starrk was done with social contact and went somewhere else to brood, and Grimmjow and Nelliel somehow got in a tussle with Shinji.

He knows they can bond, he says. He felt it when they were training, before the battle, but everything was so hurried and chaotic he thought it was better to not say anything. Ichigo scoffed, got to his feet on his own, and put Toshiro in a headlock, their bond settling between them with a crackle of electricity, the rush of competition and understanding.

Ichigo had called him setupid, and told him to stop being a coward, next time.

The latest bond, and Ichigo hoped the last one, happened after Ichigo got his powers back.

(He'd hoped, secretly, that Rukia would be it, but it didn't work. Apparently, she was a Glacier Flame, and those didn't bond to Skies at all.)

It happened when Byakuya of all people shook his hand when he arrived at Soul Society to visit, his Cloud setting on the very edge of his senses. It was, funnily enough, the least compelling of all his bonds, the only one that was truly a Shinigami bond, and Byakuya still looked alarmed enough that Ichigo halfway thought he'd run away.

They worked it out, though. Ichigo couldn't see himself without any of them, now.

Even remembering how all his harmonizations went, Ichigo wasn't ready for this.

It felt... like he could finally relax, like a warm bath after training, the water eveloping all his body, a promise of rest and a safe place to let his guard down.

It felt like when he was on the battlefield, his elements at his back, looking out for him so he could keep going forward. Like someone would always have him covered, making sure it would be alright.

It felt like those late-night conversations with Kisuke or Shinji, baring his soul to them and knowing it would be accepted and understood.

It felt like having a whole sky above his head, ready to fall down should he need it.

Ichigo blinked, his flames still cloud-indigo and reaching for Xanxus' sky. Was this what his elements felt, when they harmonised? Was this tug to get close and bask in that flame normal?

If it was an all-time thing, he seriously needed to cuddle his elements some more. He almost felt bad for all the times he kicked one of them out of his bed.

"What the fuck." Xanxus swore, his eyes wide in surprise, flames unnerved and surprised and delighted.

Behind him, Ichigo could hear Kisuke crackling.

#bleach #katekyo hitman reborn #ichigo kurosaki #xanxus #ichigo x xanxus #writing #wip

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midnightactual · 4 years

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Christmas

The holidays hadn’t gone as Yoruichi had intended. She had fortunately, however, drawn up her plans in advance, and so when she returned to the Urahara Shōten on the 23rd of December, she was all-business and ready to go. There was a schedule and a time table to adhere to when it came to preparations for the party.

The first question had been what day to hold the party on. Everywhere was different as to whether the main meal was on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, but after some thought, she’d unilaterally set it on the latter (with a focus on the afternoon and evening given the season and weather). They were in Japan, after all, and the 24th was usually for couples and the 25th was usually for chicken. With that matter settled, everything else followed fairly naturally. She’d never been a fan of eating turkey again so soon after Thanksgiving, and so she settled on a two-track meal.

The first track was a spin on Japan’s love of Kentucky Fried Chicken, with fried chicken five ways: 1) classic Southern country-fried chicken; 2) Nashville hot chicken; 3) Indian ‘Chicken 65’; 4) Korean fried chicken tossed in a spicy seasoning; and 5) Japanese chicken karaage. There were to be a variety of dipping sauces, like honey mustard, yogurt sauce, and spicy mayonnaise. Sides included mashed potatoes and gravy for traditional accouterments on the one hand, and on the other plain waffles, with butter, maple syrup, and various hot sauces if one wanted to mix it up and have a potentially international spin on chicken and waffles.

The second track was a fairly traditional Christmas spread, for a certain value of tradition as literally everyone’s were different. There would be both a beef standing rib roast and a Christmas ham, with sides of roasted vegetables, roasted potatoes, a salad, and a somewhat different kind of gravy. There was nothing saying one couldn’t mix and match between the two tracks, after all. In addition, there’d be gingerbread and chocolate chip cookies on offer, as well as an apple pie and a trifle. Beyond water, eggnog was (of course) de rigueur.

With all that decided, the schedule itself easily unfolded. The 23rd was to be given over to assembling Christmas stockings for the guests who’d responded in advance—although coming up with thoughtful and personal presents for everyone was a nice idea, it simply wasn’t practical given the numbers involved this year and their tastes—and making the cookies, pie, and trifle, since they’d keep well for two days.

The core Shōten staff of Kisuke, Tessai, Ururu, and Jinta (@mysteriousshopkeeper) were sent to decorate the underground study room. (There were simply too many guests and the weather was too unpalatable to hold the party topside in the courtyard.) Meanwhile Yoruichi commanded the assembly of presents and the running of the kitchen with Kouta (@the-lightning-underdog), Tomoe (@amaranthineoni), Yūno (@ice-cold-shihoin), and Yūshirō (@strcngered) as her assistants and sous-chefs. Ichigo (@ichxgo), who’d already been roped into working on wagashi with Ururu earlier, was folded into this too. She leaned most heavily on Kouta when it came to baking, sussing out the relative skills of the others as she went. This continued into the next day, as the real preparation of the meals began: a lot of chicken had to be broken down and set to brining, and the rib roast also had to be spiced and set aside in the fridge to dry out.

But the real test started on Christmas morning. Rising before the sun did, Yoruichi rallied her troops in the kitchen and really set in on her campaign of chopping, mashing, mixing, broiling, and most of all, frying. They were at work all morning and were just putting on the finishing touches before the first guests began to roll in around lunch time. There were, of course, the usual suspects already floating around. Grimmjow (@deivorous) skulked about watching the proceedings; Westly (@bleachedoracle) flitted between the two groups trying to help where he could; Udyati (@nirgama) had been invited given her appearance for Diwali and seemed to be observing with Nozomi (@neverxalone) who had just happened to pop in. The first visitors were Liz (@pure-patissiere) who—thoughtfully!—had brought her own baked goods to augment their own, and Akane (@akanekishimoto), with whom Yoruichi had her first re-acquaintance in quite a long time.

With all the food and preparation done, everything was moved to the freight elevator and taken down to the study room, which had been fitted out to hold the party proper. Finally having a moment’s break, Yoruichi and Tessai briefly excused themselves to take the precautionary security measures that’d been agreed upon, the two of them flooding the boundaries of most of the private and confidential areas of the Shōten compound with UV light and letting loose the little science experiments she and Kisuke had whipped up to guard them; they probably wouldn’t go horribly out of control. Probably. Five sigma certainty that they wouldn’t!

By the time that was done, the Shinigami (and their associates) showed up in a single big batch via Senkaimon. There were, of course: Shinji (@hirako5hinji) and Hiyori (@viciousvizard), already bantering and bickering as was their way while Rose (@semplicementerojuro) looked on; Soifon (@waspandr) and Shoyo (@maddmuses) with her plus two—apparently her boyfriend and girlfriend!—who seemed to observe the others with sighs and wariness; Rukia (@rukia-kuchiki-divided) and Renji (@wild-pineapple-butt) who were also trading their own shade and burdened down with Chappy-themed presents; Kūkaku and Ganju (@themercyless) who had tagged along for convenience; Mayuri and Nemu (@kxrotsuchi) who seemed to be scrutinizing everyone else; and the odd man out additions of Kōtarō (@windstormwielding), Shūsuke (@raikagoenkaku), and Hanatarō (@bleachintothemultiverse), who all seemed a bit perplexed, if pleasantly so rather than nervously, at least in the case of the former two.

They’d all assembled and begun to filter into the prepared area when Nelliel (@raggedyespada) appeared via Descorrer right behind, and then the Hōgyoku (@sphaeraa) simply popped into existence nearby. With all the guests assembled—at least for the moment, for who knew if any unannounced visitors might show up from Karakura (or elsewhere?); and the absence of most of the ‘kids’ was intriguing, but maybe they had other plans—Yoruichi finally called them to order.

“I kinda hate making speeches, so I’ll keep this short: thanks to all of you for coming! It’s not much, but we’ve tried to at least make it as comfortable as possible. I hope you all enjoy yourselves here. It’s a season for togetherness and making and reaffirming connections, and hopefully the intermingling of this motley crew is aided by a hearty meal and holiday cheer. Merry Christmas, everyone! Let’s eat!” she declared.

She milled about doing a meet and greet with all the others for a time while they got their meals, before finally getting her own plate and wandering off a bit to a chair to sit and eat, just… breathing that it was all finally moving on its own. Still, she watched, finding she couldn’t help but smile a little.

#In Character #Drabble #Verse: BLEACH MAIN #Era: IMPERIAL #[ too many people for hashtags tbh ]#[ tagged a few people who didn't RSVP but could plausibly be there ]#[ also posting it now and not real time since people will be busy ]#Yoruichi: Yeah yeah whatever.#Merry Christmas!

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Fic: Marked Up

A sequel to a fic from last year’s UraIchi, Tattoos(https://archiveofourown.org/works/31586819)

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke, Shihoin Yoruichi

Summary: Ichigo came for a tattoo as part of his teenage rebellion. He has found an additional way to rebel. One that is even more enjoyable.

Fic: Marked Up

Grumbling into the pillow, Ichigo felt something trail along his back. There was a smell of something sharp in the air, and it took a moment for him to recognize it as a marker of some sort. He gave another grumble, and a warm hand landed on his hip.

“Hold still,” said a soft voice, and Ichigo listened. He felt a few more strokes of the marker along his back, then the sound of a photo being taken. Once that was done, the hand left his hip.

“There we go,” Kisuke said cheerfully, laying down next to Ichigo again. He showed off the sketch he had made on Ichigo’s back. A figure wrapped in dark lines that seemed to imply pale colors, with a blade, and a crescent moon above with a slash through it. All done in black ink, given that was the marker Kisuke had at hand.

Ichigo was looking at it with wide eyes, impressed with what he saw. Kisuke traced a fingertip up and down Ichigo’s spine, pulling out a shiver from the redhead. “It would look better without all the scratches,” he said with a grin.

There was a shift and Ichigo just looked at the older man. “I wonder where they came from,” Ichigo said drily, though he couldn’t help the silly grin on his face. When he had started making out with Kisuke, he had fully expected the man to take charge. Ichigo was pleasantly surprised that when he pushed, Kisuke had gone with the flow gracefully.

That definitely appealed to Ichigo’s more aggressive side, and he had taken full advantage of that.

Which led to the scratch marks on his back.

Kisuke chuckled, rolling onto his own back and stretched, putting his chest on display, sheets pooled low on his hips. Which showed more than a few bite marks and bruises. That just made Ichigo purr.

“I like the look of that,” he said, reaching out and letting his hand roam Kisuke’s very nice abs. The older man chuckled, relaxed as he watched Ichigo with an easy smile.

“So, what has you looking for a tattoo?” Kisuke asked, relaxed under Ichigo’s touch.

Ichigo shrugged, a little distracted with the feel of warm skin under his fingertips. “One of my friends has some really wild tattoos. The second my dad heard I wanted one, he flat out hard no it.”

That got a laugh from Kisuke. “Operating out of spite. I get that.” He gave Ichigo a lazy smile that made the teenager shiver. Definitely shouldn’t be doing this, but how was he supposed to say no to such a pretty package? “Then I assume you asked Yoruichi-san where she got her ink from?”

A nod. “Yeah. I liked her stuff more than Renji’s. It fit more like what I wanted.” Ichigo pressed his hand flat against Kisuke’s belly, slipping further down under the sheets. “Wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I like your ideas.”

There was a shiver from Kisuke, who was definitely enjoying Ichigo’s attention. “I can come up with a few more designs,” he got out, voice going low and throaty, eyes darkening as he looked at Ichigo. “Let you pick out what you like best.”

“Later,” Ichigo said, leaning in for a kiss. “Though I like this payment method.”

“I do as well,” laughed Kisuke against Ichigo’s lips. Then they both got distracted again.

***

Later, Ichigo woke up alone, with a note on the table letting him know Kisuke was downstairs for an appointment. Which made sense, since the man did have a business to run. The note directed him to another note in the kitchen, and a pile of takeout menus. Ichigo looked at them, then went to look into the fridge.

Then went back to the takeout menus. Whatever was in that fridge was not food. Some things that looked like inks, but various other things that he didn’t want to poke at too closely. Flipping through the menus, he found one that looked good, and had a few things already circled on it. Seemed like they were favorites, and Ichigo glanced at the note again. It just said to order what he wanted and have them put it on Kisuke’s tab.

Well, he was hungry. They had definitely worked up an appetite, so he ordered for them both and headed down. Just to peek around the main area of the shop.

There was music playing, something soft and what sounded classical. But it definitely was in a foreign language, and he heard Kisuke talking softly to someone, the faint noise of the needle a barely heard sound.

A soft noise was his warning before Benihime wrapped herself around his ankles. Ichigo blinked down at her, and then heard a chuckle from the counter by the front door. He glanced over, and flushed as he saw Yoruichi looking at him, all smug and pleased.

“Didn’t realize you were still here,” she said with delight. “When Tessai asked me to cover for him, I figured I’d get a chance to just tease Kisuke.”

“I hate you,” Ichigo said flatly. “So much.”

“No you don’t,” she sang. “You appreciate and adore me, because I am going to let you fuck my darling little brother.” Ichigo’s brows raised, because he was pretty sure that she couldn't stop him. Then Yoruichi continued. “Without telling Kukaku. For now.”

That one was a hit. Kukaku would torment him with it, but the biggest issue was she’d eventually get drunk while around his dad. Then his cousin would ruin Ichigo’s life by spilling the beans. She was a gossipy drunk.

“I should mention your dad knows who Kisuke is,” Yoruichi said. “He will come and try to punch my sweet little brother.” She batted her eyes, still grinning like the cat who got the cream. “He’d be so offended that you let yourself get into bed with the adopted Shihoin brat.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes. “You are just trying to make Kisuke look even more appealing to me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Yoruichi said with a grin, her eyes bright as she looked at him. “Though you are still here, and it’s been most of the day.”

It was what? Ichigo scrambled to actually look at the time on his phone, then cursed and opened it to send his sisters a text.

“You know, he let you sleep in his bed. Alone in his private space.” The tease was gone from her voice now, and Ichigo blinked at her. It was always unnerving when Yoruichi got serious. It reminded him that she could actually be really dangerous.

“What about it?” he asked slowly, trying to figure out where she was going with it. He met her eyes for a long moment, and then she shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s just an observation. Kisuke was free and easy with his favors, but he rarely lets people stay in his space. I actually thought he’d shooed you out before coming down for his appointment.” She relaxed back into her chair, pulling her phone out and letting her attention focus on it. “That he let you sleep means something. Should consider what it might be.”

Then she was all grins and amused eyes again. “Maybe you weren’t the only one who was fascinated at first sight.” A small laugh. “Actually, knowing my aunts and uncles? They’d be furious. I think they want to be really old school and marry me and Kisuke to each other.” She winked at Ichigo, all pleased and happy again.

“Maybe you two match more than I thought. Not just because your kinks line up.”

Ichigo felt like he should remind her that he hated her. So he did.

But hearing her laugh made him smile, and he snagged a chair so they could talk. Though he did text his sisters and let them know he’d be out for the night.

Because there was still a lot of planning and bargaining to do with Kisuke.

#UraIchi Week 2022 #Bleach #Kurosaki Ichigo #Urahara Kisuke #Shihoin Yoruichi #fanfiction

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obsidiennes · 3 years

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So I think Tatsuki would’ve been double pissed off about everything that happened in Karakura on this day if she learned that Aizen went from, “Killing random humans makes me sad!” to, “KILL KUROSAKI ICHIGO’S FRIENDS!” in exactly one page.

(Also notice that if it’s impressive that Tatsuki is surviving, it should also be impressive that Michiru is surviving; there doesn’t seem to be anything special about Michiru, so by implication Tatsuki is shielding her from Aizen’s reiatsu here. Think about that for a second.)

She would be quadruple pissed off if she learned that Aizen was doing this because he has a weird obsession with angering Ichigo, as we learn in chapter 414:

This is not new behavior on Aizen’s part, by the way. When he’s extracting the Hōgyoku from Rukia during SS arc, he’s surprised when the technique doesn’t kill her. So he orders Gin to do it. Why? He’s never really cared about loose ends consistently before (Kisuke and Tessai escaping with Yoruichi in TBTP, Isshin surviving in EBTR). It also didn’t make sense to monologue at Rukia if he expected her to die. No, the monologue was for Ichigo’s sake, just like he had Gin try to kill her for Ichigo’s sake. Just like, by his admission here earlier, he is trying to kill Ichigo’s friends for Ichigo’s sake.

Did Aizen just get done watching the Frieza Saga of Dragon Ball Z? Did he see Goku go Super Saiyan for the first time after Frieza kills Krillin? Where’s his obsession with thinking Ichigo will get stronger from rage come from? (Is it because the Hōgyoku draws out extant potential and Aizen finishes up as... a screaming rage monster... implying he was actually always that inside and felt it gave him inner strength?)

This is of course when Gin turns on Aizen. It was a perfect opportunity for lots of reasons, but the fact that Aizen is behaving like Colonel Kurtz in “Apocalypse Now” by this point is surely one of them:

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General Corman: Walt Kurtz was one of the most outstanding officers this country’s ever produced. He was brilliant, he was outstanding in every way. And he was a good man, too. A humanitarian man. A man of wit and humor. He joined the Special Forces. And after that his, uh... ideas... methods... became... unsound. Unsound. Colonel Lucas: Now he’s crossed into Cambodia with this Montagnard army of his, that worship the man, like a god, and follow every order, however ridiculous. [...] Colonel Lucas: Your mission is to proceed up the Nung River in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up Colonel Kurtz’s path at Nu Mung Ba, follow it, learn what you can along the way. When you find the Colonel, infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the Colonel’s command. Willard: Terminate the Colonel? General Corman: He’s out there operating without any decent restraint, totally beyond the pale of any acceptable human conduct. And he is still in the field commanding troops. Civilian: Terminate with extreme prejudice. Colonel Lucas: You understand, Captain, that this mission does not exist, nor will it ever exist.

But it’s notable that Gin lets Aizen’s Scooby-Doo chase sequence with Tatsuki and company play out across chapter 413: Gin is fast enough that Rangiku can’t react, she’s already down at the end of chapter 412, and this is reiterated at the start of chapter 413. Gin shows up at the end of chapter 413. What’s he doing the whole time while Aizen is pretending to chase the humans? Is he watching and judging that, yeah, Aizen truly has gone off the deep end and it’s time to strike?

I’m not sure if that would have pissed Tatsuki off even more, or if she’d let it go for the fact Gin stabbed Aizen and cheer him on.

#Out Of Character #Video #Bleach #Meta: TATSUKI #Blood TW #Gore TW #Death TW

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m3kuroshirt · 3 years

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House of Assassins

GrimmIchi Weekend Challenge #4

Words Count: 1738

Challenged by @backwardshirt

Warnings: None

Genre/trope: Found Family

Required words: neighbour, killer

Ichigo lives with his found family of assassins, and they're getting some new neighbours.

This will be part of a series :D

“Ichigo!” The voice came to him through the murky shadows of sleep. Ichigo shifted, heavy eyelids fluttering. “Ichigo! WAKE UP!” The scream jolted him fully awake and Ichigo barely had time to dodge whatever was flying toward him. He threw himself to the side and thudded to the floor. A shadow flew over him and his bed and hit the wall with a thunk! A groan came from the other side of the bed. Ichigo rubbed the side he landed on and raised himself up, peering over the bed. There he saw…a Renji, splayed out on the floor, red hair broken loose from its usual ponytail.

“What the hell, Renji? You could have knocked,” Ichigo grumbled. His friend grunted and heaved himself up from the floor, turning to face him.

“I did.” He rubbed his head with a frown. “And then Rukia said the food she made is getting cold. So I decided to use desperate measures.”

Ichigo gave him a deadpan stare. “Knocking didn’t work, so naturally your next step was launching yourself at me?” Renji blinked up at him.

“…yes?”

Ichigo glared at him. Renji shrugged. Ichigo sighed and pushed off from the bed. He turned around and walked to his closet to grab something to wear. As he pulled on his shirt, he glanced over his shoulder. “You gonna give me privacy or…?”

Renji, who had moved himself up to the bed and was laying on it and reading a manga he grabbed off the night table, gave him a cursory glance before returning to his book. “Nope. Your bed is comfy.”

“We have the same kind of mattress. Literally. Bought the same day. What the hell have you done to yours to make it less comfy?!” Ichigo struggled into his tight jeans as he spoke. Renji shrugged.

“Why do you wear such tight pants?” The tone of his voice suggested the question was meant rhetorically and Ichigo glared at him again. Renji smirked.

“Renji! Ichigo! The food is going cold! If you two don’t get down here right now, you’ll miss out!” The words were innocent enough, but the voice that delivered them was laced with barely contained annoyance. The two straightened and exchanged wide eyed glances before rushing to the door and down the stairs.

They were greeted by a stern-faced Rukia, a smiling Orihime munching on pancakes, and a silent Chad putting dishes in the dishwasher. Exchanging greetings with everyone, the two sat down with plates stacked with pancakes and dug in.

“Our new neighbours move in today,” Orihime stated cheerily as she finished the last of her food. She stretched her arms over her head. “So, we have to be on our best behaviour, you know. Kisuke said so.” Ichigo gave a non-committal grunt as he chewed on his food. As if Kisuke knows anything about ‘best behaviour’, he thought.

As if on cue, the door to the basement burst open and Kisuke Urahara struggled up the stairs, carrying a massive box. What was in the box? Ichigo wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He tried to eat faster, but he knew leaving any unfinished food wasn’t an option the way Rukia was watching. With a huff, Kisuke heaved the box and dropped it on the only clear section of the table. “How are my little killer children?” he asked with a grin. Orihime smiled widely.

“Good morning, Kisuke!” she chimed. Chad nodded a greeting before disappearing back upstairs. Ichigo stared at the blond man.

“I thought we were being subtle today?” he questioned. Kisuke waved him off with a smug grin.

“Eh?” Kisuke pretended to peer around with overexaggerated motions. “Why? Are there any new neighbours in here?” Ichigo shot him an annoyed glance but Renji snorted and almost choked on his food, catching the other boy’s attention.

“Renji. If you die laughing at Kisuke making fun of me, I will not be doing CPR to bring you back,” he stated. Renji coughed again, before managing to speak.

“F…Fair,” he gasped out before downing a glass of water. Ichigo turned back to Kisuke.

“Got any jobs today?”

Kisuke shook his head. “Nope. New supplies to test out, though,” he answered brightly as he patted the heavy box. Ichigo stared at the box for a moment, then shared a glance with Rukia, Orihime, and Renji.

“I have cooking lessons with Rukia later!” Orihime declared immediately.

“Going to meet up with Byakuya! We’ll be busy all day,” Renji added.

“I’m practicing hand to hand with Yoruichi today!” Ichigo threw his excuse out hastily. He sent a silent apology to Chad and Uryuu, and from the looks of everyone else’s faces, they were doing the same. Then, as if on a cue, all of them rapidly cleaned up and vacated the kitchen.

When he was finally out of the house, and free of Kisuke, only then did Ichigo allow himself to relax. A gentle autumn breeze tugged his hair and sent a shiver down his spine, so Ichigo turned up the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands in his pocket. He could see the moving truck pulled up to the house next to theirs, and although he was curious, he tried to keep his distance. Unfortunately, Kisuke was too good of friends with Yoruichi for Ichigo to be able to actually lie about practicing with her, so he had accidentally talked himself into a corner and had no choice but to walk past the truck on his way to her place.

That is, until it happened.

As he walked past the truck, a shadow fell over him and a high-pitched voice shouted, “Look out!” Ichigo spun around rapidly and caught the falling object. Which happened to be a man. A man holding a heavy box. Ichigo landed on his ass with an ‘oof!’, a large warm body in his lap, back pressed up against his chest and ear near his mouth.

“Fuck,” was the first thing Ichigo heard, and the voice was low and rough and delicious…No. Bad Ichigo, he thought to himself. At least make sure he’s not hurt, you idiot.

“You ok?” he asked. The man stiffened. Then he scrambled off of Ichigo and turned around, box shoved onto the ground. Ichigo stared up at him, and his breath caught in his throat. The man was tall, with broad shoulders, messy blue hair and piercing blue eyes. A white t-shirt stretched a little too tightly across his chest, and sweat beaded on his forehead, likely from the effort of moving boxes. Ichigo realized he was staring, and the man was staring back at him.

“Grimmy! Are you ok?!” a woman with green hair poked her head out of the truck the man had fallen from. The man glanced at her, and Ichigo realized that must be who she was referring to. The woman’s eyes fell on Ichigo and widened, before she turned back to the blue-haired man. “You shouldn’t get so distracted! Other people will get hurt!” The man’s cheeks reddened.

“’m fine,” he muttered. Then he looked at Ichigo and offered him a hand. “Y’alright?” he asked, clearly embarrassed. Ichigo blinked and took the hand, fighting back a blush.

“Uh, yeah. I’m…I’m good,” he replied. As the man helped him to stand, Ichigo had to virtually beat away the thoughts in his mind. Don’t focus on the biceps…don’t focus on the biceps…he chanted internally. Once he was upright, he swayed a little, the blood rushing anywhere but to his brain. “Sh-shit,” he mumbled as he stumbled a little. Immediately, a strong arm was wrapped around him.

“You sure about that?” a low voice asked. Ichigo closed his eyes. Get it together, Kurosaki, he chastised himself, you’re an assassin. You can’t be going weak in the knees for one hot guy. You see Renji every day. An image of Renji snoring, on his bed, hair tangled and drool pooling on the pillow next to him, rose in his mind and Ichigo found himself able to gain his composure. Ok, maybe Renji isn’t that hot…

“U-uh, yeah,” Ichigo mumbled. He opened his eyes and stepped away from the stranger. He turned around with a reassuring smile to the man and the woman. “Sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Not the way you were planning on meeting your new neighbour, I’m sure. Uh, I’m Ichigo. Live next door,” Ichigo introduced himself. The green-haired girl smiled.

“I’m Nelliel! You can call me Nel! It’s nice to meet you, Ichigo! I’m glad Grimmy didn’t crush you into dust!” she answered with an enthusiastic wave.

‘Grimmy’ shot Nel a glare. He turned back to Ichigo. “’M Grimmjow. Not whatever weird nickname she” Grimmjow jerked a thumb toward Nel, “decides to give me for the day.” Grimmjow? More like Grimm-WOW. Ichigo internally cringed at his own lame pun and thanked the universe he didn’t say that out loud. He opened his mouth to make an excuse to leave when a voice behind him called out.

“IIICHIGOOOO~,” Kisuke’s voice rang out from the front door of his home. Ichigo tensed. “I see you’re not at Yoruichi’s and she said –”

Eyes wide, Ichigo spun around, desperate not to be roped into another experiment with deadly weapons and poisonous concoctions. “I’m helping the neighbours move in, Kisuke!” he hollered. He heard a quiet ‘huh?’ behind him and shot a pleading look over his shoulder at Grimmjow and Nel. Grimmjow frowned, confused, but Nel seemed to catch on. She smiled brightly and waved to Kisuke.

“Your son is really kind to offer his help!” she called. Ichigo dared a glance at Kisuke to see if the lie worked and caught sight of Kisuke’s knowing look. Unfortunately, the windows of the house gave a clear view of their neighbour’s front yard…so it looked like Ichigo would be under surveillance. Damn. I won’t be able to get away. He turned and held his arms out for a box, but it wasn’t Nel who handed him one. Instead, Grimmjow grabbed the large, heavy box he dropped earlier and rested half of it in Ichigo’s arms.

“It’s too heavy to carry alone,” was the only justification Ichigo got. He blinked, cheeks turning pink as he realized this would mean he’d have to work with Grimmjow…carrying things…watching the other man carry things…and see more of those lovely biceps…yeah, ok, maybe Ichigo was more on board with this than he thought.

#grimmichi #grimmichi challenge #writing challenge #m34gswrites #found family #jaegerjaquez grimmjow #kurosaki ichigo #ch:urahara #ch:Renji abarai #ch:Orihime #ch: Nel #ch:Rukia #ch:Chad

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themoonsbeloved · 3 years

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People’s arguments against Leona being black lowkey reminds me of back when people would heavily debate and argue with their life that they’re was no way that Yoruichi from Bleach could be considered black. Or that Michiko from Michiko to Hatchin was not Afro-Brazilian. In fact now that I think about it people only seem to want to argue against someone not being a race due to not being human and etc when it comes to characters people see as black. And I noticed that almost entirely it’s when the black character is constantly considered attractive by the fandom that people debate if they have black ancestry which always got me rubbed the wrong way.

I found out your blog a couple of days ago and I’m honestly happy to see you also call out/see the mistreatment/bias against the POC-coded characters in TWST from the fandom compared to how some of the white-coded characters are stanned and excused for a lot of their actions.

I noticed when I got into TWST last idk November or December (I forgot when I got into it lol but I know it wasn’t long ago and that the 5th chapter with Vil was the current one) or whatever that a lot of people on Tumblr were inconsiderate of Jamil’s circumstances especially but would be overdramatic and overforgiving about the actions from the European/white-coded characters who basically had 1st world problems which tbh made me quickly distance myself from the fandom and really only engage on the level of reblogging fanworks and fanart on tumblr because it reminded me of how the Star Wars fandom would have people vilifying Finn/John Boyega but then woobifying and forgiving Kylo Ren for everything.

And as someone who is black it gets so uncomfortable to be in some fandoms because POC characters especially black characters tend to be demonized in fandoms but people will simp for non-POC characters who do things 10x worse. I don’t dislike Vil (though I haven’t caught up to ch 5 lol) but I know of some of the main things he did and I found it bizarre how some people on tumblr that criticized Leona’s actions in Ch 2 (while I don’t agree with some of his tactics the hypocrisy some people in the fandom give to him is really uncomfortable) were justifying Vil’s attempt to poison Neige like what 😐.

Anyways I am sorry for how long this is but I just wanna say I’m happy I found your blog because I used to think I was overreacting or possibly alone in noticing how hypocritical Leona was treated by people who stan Vil and how a lot of people in the fandom seem to not see anything wrong about that.

I still have no idea if this ask was ever sent to me, since I can only see this ask on desktop and not on the app (along with other random asks from deactivated accounts, which all appeared at the same time in my inbox just a week ago without any notification), but it seems relevant enough to be sent to me so I'll answer it.

Honestly have nothing else to add because you're pretty much spot on, though no one ever wants to have these conversations, and whenever I have brought it up there's a history in the fandom of getting attacked and told off for making people uncomfortable or getting angry at the 'inaccurate' understanding of their fave white character when the issues I've talked about precede anything to do with the characters and more on the environment of racial microaggressions (as well as overt forms) in fandom itself, not just in the twst fandom but all fandoms like you've mentioned. Or i've had anons insist its solely my duty to be the calm and collected educator and reserve all my emotional labour on issues of race for everyone else, or I'm too aggressive lol. I've always been vocal about the discomfort fans of colour experience in the fandom and the racism and bias in the fandom in general, but yeah.

No need to apologise for the long post! Whenever I get fans of colour telling me they've also felt really uncomfortable I never know what to say except I'm sorry, and you're not overreacting or overthinking it, you have a right to feel upset but we also have a right to a good fandom experience without constantly being uncomfortable. We all feel weird and upset having to scroll through the main tags seeing racially insensitive posts, and having to block 90% of the fandom until we're forced to be outcasted because there's nothing left. Or just the fact that Yana couldn't do anything differently but rely on the same racist and Islamophobic stereotypes around the Black African and Arab-coded characters.

#twisted wonderland #twst racism

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akaluan · 4 years

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20, 99, Ichigo/Xanxus

(20: Teacher AU, 99: Magical Accidents, Ichigo/Xanxus)

(With apologies to anyone expecting a vaguely IC Xanxus: I’ve read fic with him, but never source material, and it’s been a damn long while XD)

Ichigo’s leading his students back to their hotel when it happens.

A great orange-red blur bolts from a nearby alley, pursued by several distinctive men, all wearing identical uniforms and obviously furious; one even has wisps of bluish power trailing from his fingers, clearly intent on doing something to the creature they’re pursuing.

Ichigo doesn’t bother stepping aside. He flickers forward in a tiny burst of shunpo. Scoops up the… cat? Cat. And tucks it against his side even as he lets his reiatsu uncoil from his soul. He keeps it subtle for the moment, just a sense of pressure in the air directed at the men and shielding his students, but he’s ready to act if he needs to.

(He may be a teacher these days, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost his edge.)

(Especially against near-baseline humans.)

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Ichigo asks in careful, precise Italian, even as he adjusts his grip on the cat. It’s struggling, gnawing on his wrist and ripping at his arm in an attempt to escape, but a touch of hierro means the beast’s efforts are in vain.

The men skid to a halt. Glance between him and his gaggle of students. Clearly label him not a threat even as the largest takes a menacing step towards him.

“Hand over the cat,” the man demands.

Ichigo’s students snicker and edge back a bit to give him space, elbowing one another and whispering in Japanese; the clear dismissal seems to bother the men, but Ichigo doesn’t bother to shush them.

(He… might have a reputation still.)

Ichigo hums and glances down at the cat still angrily trying to gnaw his wrist off, then back up at the men. “I don’t think it wants to go with you.”

The man grits his teeth and holds out his — scratched and bleeding — hand in demand. “Its wants are immaterial,” the man says. “Thank you for catching it, but we need to return it home.”

The cat yowls at that, all anger-fury-terror at the option, and Ichigo tucks it more carefully against his side. This close, he can feel the whisper of not-a-cat leaking from the creature; whether it’s a person trapped in a feline form somehow or someone experimenting with a skill like Yoruichi’s, they’re not quite good enough to hide their personhood from him.

All the more reason to refuse to hand the person over, honestly.

“Sorry guys, but I think we’ll have to agree to disagree about that,” Ichigo says with a shrug, and then doesn’t wait for a response. He darts forward. Trips the first bruiser and lays out the second with a sharp jab to the stomach. Ducks away from a grab by the one with blue power and elbows the man in the side of the head. Applies a careful burst of reiatsu to make sure they all stay down, and turns back to his students with the — suddenly very quiet — cat still tucked against his side.

His students clap.

“Don’t tell anyone about this and I’ll buy you all ice cream,” Ichigo bribes them without remorse. Not that he expects this little event to go entirely unreported; one of his students will talk to a friend, the friend will talk to another, and soon enough the whole story will be blown entirely out of proportion and add another tally on his record.

“Yeah!” “Alright!” “I want mango!”

Ichigo snorts and jerks his head in the direction they were headed before their interruption. “Well, come on then. Two scoops for each of you, whatever flavors you want.” The cat in his arms makes a grumpy noise, and Ichigo snorts in amusement as he strokes the cat’s head. “None for you. Ice cream isn’t good for cats, you know.”

The cat growls and tries to gnaw on his wrist again, less like it means it and more like it’s just trying to make a point.

“I’ll get you some tuna and water when we’re back in the hotel,” Ichigo promises as he hitches the feline higher and attempts to make it at least a bit comfortable. Still, he’d rather not give it a chance to escape, so he doesn’t try too hard as he starts moving down the street with his students in tow.

It’ll forgive him eventually, or maybe not.

Honestly, he doesn’t really care.

(Why can’t any of his trips ever be normal?)

(Really.)

*****

“If you alert the hotel staff and get us kicked out, I won’t call my friend who can probably get you out of that shape,” Ichigo hisses into the not-a-cat’s ears as he and his gaggle of students finally approach the hotel. And then to his students he says, “Students, remember your promise. Not a word about our newest friend to anyone here, understood?”

“Hai, Sensei!” comes the ragged chorus of voices, many muffled by ice cream or gelato.

Ichigo hums and carefully positions himself towards the center of his group, letting the bodies of his students obscure the fact that he’s carrying a cat into a hotel that probably has a ‘no pets allowed’ policy. His students are of course entirely up for this harmless bit of rule-breaking, no doubt looking forward to seeing the cat later when he’s checked it over.

(Given the not-a-cat’s rather persistent attempts at mauling his arm, he’s pretty sure he’s also going to need to rescue a perfectly average stray in order to entertain the class.)

At least Not-A-Cat seems to be cooperating. Except for continued half-hearted attempts to chew through his wrist, the little beast is entirely quiet as they pass through the lobby and proceed down the hallway to the elevators. Where they have to wait, because there are only two elevators and he has nearly twenty students — a quick head counts confirms he’s not missing anyone yet — that need to reach the fifth floor.

One eternity later — in which Not-A-Cat graduates from half-hearted chewing to a serious effort to bite through his hierro — and Ichigo has finally managed to usher all his students back to their rooms and washed his hands of active chaperoning duties for the night.

If they need him, they know where he’ll be.

He unceremoniously drops Not-A-Cat on the hotel chair and grabs a washcloth to wipe the smudges of dirt and spit from his arm. “Hope you didn’t chip a tooth on my arm,” Ichigo tells Not-A-Cat as he settles down on the bed next to the chair. “Not sure how that would transfer over to your human form when we get you out of that.”

Not-A-Cat yawns very pointedly in his direction, wide and long and obnoxious, but it’s more than enough for Ichigo to see that nothing’s wrong with Not-A-Cat’s teeth, at least.

Which is a relief, because the more chance he’s getting to look at Not-A-Cat, the more he dislikes what he’s seeing.

Not-A-Cat is hunkered into a defensive loaf, body trembling now that the danger is gone. Its red-orange fur is ratty, with odd patches of white fur scattered all over, one of the largest splashed right across its face. It looks little better than an alley-cat, which… doesn’t bode well for the person the cat originally was.

“Got a name?” Ichigo asks as he sets the washcloth aside and eyes the room, wondering what he’s going to use for a water dish. There really aren’t that many options, but… he’ll figure something out.

Not-A-Cat very pointedly yowls at him, tail lashing and ears back, as if to say ‘I’m a cat, how do you expect me to talk?’

Ichigo huffs a laugh. “Have you even tried to talk yet?”

“Course I fuckin’ h— what the fuck?!” Not-A-Cat practically shrieks, voice softer than Yoruichi’s despite the pitch.

“There you go,” Ichigo says with a smirk, more amused than anything by the profanity after so many years of Shiro in his head. “Try to keep the chatter to a minimum around my students though, hm? They’re just regular kids.”

Not-A-Cat scowls at him, eyes narrowed and ears back, but all it does is make him look like he’s pouting. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get smug, trash. How’d you fucking know…?”

“I have a friend who can.”

“That friend get trapped in another form by a fucking Mist high on superiority?”

“No, but she has a technique that lets her turn into a cat at will,” Ichigo says as he arches an eyebrow, confused by the mention of a ‘mist high on superiority’ but content to leave it be for the moment. Now wasn’t the time to poke his nose into another society’s definition of ‘empowered human’, though given his luck…

Well. He’d deal with the fallout when it came.

If it came.

(He was getting pretty good at stopping issues before they became issues, if he did say so himself.)

“Why the fuck do you think she could help, then?”

Ichigo shrugs. “If she can’t then Hat’n’Clogs can. He’s good at unraveling mysteries.”

Not-A-Cat’s tail thumps against the chair cushion in frustration, and their voice is sullen as they say, “Fuckin’ fine. Whatever. Name’s Xanxus. If you don’t follow through on getting me out of this shape, I will find a way to fucking end you, trash.”

“Nice to meet you, Xanxus,” Ichigo says with all the weaponized pleasantness he’s learned to muster as a teacher. “I’m Ichigo Kurosaki.”

Xanxus scoffs and looks away, hunkering down further into the chair as he mutters, “Yeah whatever… didn’t you fuckin’ promise me food?”

Ichigo inclines his head and rises to his feet. “I did indeed. If you promise to stay put and not make trouble, I’ll see about getting something for you, hm?”

“Whatever, trash. Better not keep me waiting long.”

“I’ll try not to,” Ichigo says in amusement, thoroughly reminded of some of the ‘trouble’ students he’s had in the past. Whoever Xanxus is, Ichigo has no intention of letting him fall back into the hands of the people searching for him.

Even if it means calling Hat’n’Clogs up to work out a way to smuggle a feline back into Karakura.

Well, it’s not like Urahara doesn’t owe him one for the latest round of ‘fix Shinigami fuckups’.

(They’ll figure it out.)

(Just like usual.)

#local cryptid teacher kurosaki ichigo #with his gaggle of students entirely accustomed to Weird Shit (TM) happening around their homeroom teacher #tbh the ages in this don't work very well since this is Xanxus escaping from ZPB years early #via a mist with a magical artifact and more moxy than sense #anyway Xanxus gets to experience ten years of Belligerent Crush before anything happens #and maybe gets adopted by Yoruichi for funsies #and KHR arcs are entirely derailed #oh weeeelll #thefringeperson #replies

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