#aizen fantasy

[wreakhavic]

I want Aizen to call me "Poor thing"

*bites lip*

[waterless-witch]

Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 7

TW: Talk of prostitution, dark themes, violence, forced marriage and swearing MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU

This is my first ever fic so please be nice to me, I’ve also got it posted on A03 and Wattpad under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Previous Chapter

Grimmjow's hand on your hip is warm, so much so that you feel the heat through the layers of your dress. His hand moves slowly, trailing along your hip and holding it firmly for a moment before he roughly spins you around to face him. You gasp and look up at him, he presses just a bit closer and you make a flustered squeaky sound and try to keep some sort of distance but there is none, your back hits the door, he’s just inches from your face and he towers over you looking down with an animalistic smirk.

You try to think of something to say, something to smooth this over. He doesn’t seem all that angry, if anything he’s laughing at you. Nothing comes to mind so you opt to just tell him the truth, “I’m leaving.” You tell him with as much confidence as you can muster, which isn’t as much as you’d like and you sound way more unsure than you’d meant to.

Grimmjow laughs, in the most condescending way you’d ever heard. You want to push him away, he’s too close and you’re a nervous wreck, you can’t help but think that maybe you had him pegged wrong. What if he’d just been fucking with you all this time and he was really loyal to Aizen, what if he was still playing that stupid game of cat and mouse and you’d played perfectly into it. He stops laughing and looks down at you, “No you’re not.” He tells you sternly. The smile slips from his face, “You’ll never make it out there princess, especially not in your pretty little dress. Even if you did manage to make it anywhere, someone would pick you up and do far worse than what your husband does to you. Now,” he says with a pause and brings his mouth right next to your ear to whisper, “If you keep your pretty little mouth shut I’ll take you back to your room and we can pretend nothing happened.” You weigh his words for a second but ultimately decide against it.

You shake your head, “No,” you start to tell him and he scoffs and interrupts you as he pulls back to look in your eyes again, he’s getting annoyed with you but you don’t care, you want out and you can’t keep waiting forever.

“How can you be so well read and so fucking stupid?” Grimmjow asks with venom laced thick in his voice, “You think things are bad now? How about when he has to hunt you down a second time, he’ll kill anyone who helped you, think you can deal with that princess?” He sneers at you.

You start to argue back that you don’t want any help but before you can get halfway through the sentence his hard wraps around your throat. He’s not squeezing but there’s enough pressure that you stop talking and look up at him with wide fearful eyes, “You have no idea what’s out there, you know how to hunt? You know how to forage? Do you even know where the hell you’re going? Don’t be stupid, don’t fucking make me drag you back up there.” Your hands come up and you wrap them around his wrist and you wince, he loosened his grip a bit but doesn’t pull his hand away, you have a sudden realization that he’s clearly not trying to hurt you, just intimidate you.

You look at him for a long while, behind all the anger in his eyes there’s worry. Even though he’s being rough and manhandling you he’s still trying to keep you out of trouble, he’d told you once that he wouldn’t hurt you and you believe him still. Even now he wasn’t hurting you, not really, he was trying to scare you sure but he wasn’t trying to hurt you. You swallow before talking, your voice comes out much quicker and weaker sounding than you’d like, “You can’t keep me here forever. You said it yourself, you can’t guard me all the time. If you take me back there will just be another day, I’ll find another chance and if I can’t I’ll throw myself from the roof. I won’t stay here, I won’t be this.” You argue.

His eyes narrow and he opens his mouth to speak but snaps it shut, his head darts to the side and you try to see what he’s looking at but you can’t see anything past him. Everything’s silent behind him for just a moment before you hear it. It’s distant but you hear the light tap of someone’s shoes hitting the stone. The sound slowly draws closer and you start to panic, someone’s going to see the two of you and they’ll report it back to Aizen, your escape will be squashed before you even make it out of the manor, you knew things would be bad if he had to hunt you a second time but what about this, what would he do about you just trying to leave?

The hand that Grimmjow had braced on the door falls and pulls the handle. You’re stumbling backwards out the door before you know what’s happening. Grimmjow wraps his arm around your waist and redirects you. Your back comes in contact with the cold wall outside the door and you make another squeak sound before Grimmjow's hard comes up to cover your mouth, his body is completely pressed to your own and you can’t help the blush that breaks out across your skin, you’re so close and you can’t help but think of all the dreams you’d had about him even though you didn’t want to be thinking like that right now. Your eyes dart up to his face but he’s not looking at you, his head is turned towards the now closed door and he watches and listens for any sign of the person you’d heard. He keeps his eyes on the door but brings his mouth to your ear again. “Not a sound princess.” He hisses in a whisper still keeping his hand over your mouth.

You nod your head as much as his hold on you allows, his eyes dart to you for a second, he takes in your wide eyed stare for a moment before you hear light noises from inside the room making you stiffen in fear of being caught. You can’t tell what they’re doing but the sounds disappear after a few minutes. It takes Grimmjow another few moments of silence before he removes his hand and takes a few steps back. You take in a shaky breath and look at him. He’s watching you, his jaw is locked and he doesn’t say anything. You stare into his eyes as the cold air nips at you.

An idea pops into your head and your head and you're voicing it before you can think twice about it, “Come with me.” You offer without hesitation. His eyebrows shoot so high you think they’d almost fly off his brow. He stares at you for a long time before he clicks his tongue.

“Excuse me?” He asks in disbelief, “You cannot be serious. What makes you think that I’ll-” He starts to say but you cut him off.

“You hate it here too!” You argue a bit too loudly and he hisses at you to be quiet, “Sorry,” you apologize in a whisper, “But I’m not wrong. You don’t want to be here. You hate him, I don’t know how you ended up here but you want out too. You wanted me to kill him, you hate him. Come with me and we can both get away from him.” You try to reason with him.

He chuckles at you, it’s not the same condescending laugh from earlier, it’s more of a disbelieving laugh but it still makes you feel awkward. “Yeah princess?” He asks, letting a small smirk return to his face, “I’m not one of your little knights, what makes you think I’d drag you across a kingdom for nothing in return. You think I work for your husband out of the goodness of my heart? You got a way to pay me if you’re gonna use me as a sell sword?” He asks.

You refuse to back down from him, “I’m sure my father would pay you when-” you start to say but he cuts you off with yet another barking laugh. Your brows furrow at him and you want to call him a number of unkind names but hold your tongue.

His laughter tapers off and he sighs, “You don’t even know where he is,” he starts, “I have an idea where he might be but it’s no guarantee and even then you have no way of getting there. Which just leads you back to the first problem, you have no way of paying me or anyone else.” He says with emphasis. He considers something for a moment before he speaks again, “Well, you do have one way of payment but I highly doubt you’d…” he tries for a moment to find the right word before continuing. “Lower yourself to that level.” His words confuse you and your brows knit together as you think.

He chuckles and takes another step towards you. Grimmjow had always been one to push your boundaries but today he was really pushing, your personal space was nonexistent and you can’t help but be nervous. “We’ve talked about this,” He says and you shake your head, you hadn’t and had no idea what he’s talking about. Grimmjow smirks at you again, predatory and animalistic, you can’t help but think that he looks handsome, it wasn’t the first time you’d thought it but it was definitely the strangest scenario that you’d thought about it in. “Yes we have, I’ve told you what men would do for you if you offered.” Your eyes widen in understanding at what he’s implying. “So unless you’re willing to spread those pretty little legs or fall to your knees and wrap those delicate lips around my cock you need to get back in your room and behave yourself.” You scowl at him, face flushed and he laughs again but doesn’t say anything.

You think about his words for a long while. You’re so flushed and embarrassed that you don’t even feel the cold air against you. If you went back to your room with him Aizen would just force you to do all things Grimmjow had said and more, you don’t necessarily like the idea of what Grimmjow had said but if he was serious you could at least try to argue for more of it to be on your terms. The idea of doing such things with him makes you feel strange, you’re not necessarily scared but you are nervous and worried that he doesn’t actually mean it. Grimmjow makes another step towards you and reaches for you, you take a step of your own to the side dodging him and making him roll his eyes at you. “Come on princess I don’t have all day, let's get you back inside and be done with this shit. Don’t make me hurt you.” He says in irritation. You know he’s bluffing, if he was gonna do it he would have done so already, he had countless opportunities especially now, especially today when his hand had been around your throat and he’d had you pinned to the door.

“No. And you’re not going to hurt me.” You tell him firmly, calling him on his bluff. You’re not going back, at least you think, if you let him do what he wants you actually get somewhere. If the act is the same regardless at least with Grimmjow you’re closer to being away from Aizen and back with your father. “I’ll do whatever it takes but I won’t go back to him again. So either come with me or let me leave to find someone else to help me, like you said all I have to do is offer.” You tell him in a sneer, you’re not serious about making an offer like that to someone else. You know it’s probably not wise to try and prod at him but you can’t stop yourself, he’s been messing with you this whole time why can’t you do the same?

Grimmjow's jaw locks in anger as his eyes flash with a kind of rage you’ve never seen from him and he lets an angry breath out. “You’re not serious,” He says in anger and you start to argue back but he stops you. “You really expect me to believe that you’re going to whore yourself out to me or anyone else?” He takes a step towards you again and you try to side step him again but he catches you easily and forces you back to the wall with his hand around your throat again. You swallow thickly and he continues, “You’re really gonna let me crawl between your legs and fuck you?” He asks as he slots one of his legs between your own, you gasp and the hand around your throat twitches minimally. “You don’t even like when your husband fucks you, what makes you think I’d treat you any kinder? Are you gonna let me fuck you like a whore or will you insist that I treat you like a lady?” He asks, pushing himself closer to you. “You gonna ride my cock whenever I please? Fall to your knees and suck me off whenever I tell you to?” He growls deeply, you’re staring at him with wide eyes, you don’t know what to say to any of what he’s said but his words have you feeling strange. You’re light headed but not from his hold on your throat but instead his words.

Your hands come up to try and pry his hand off your neck and he growls deeply at you before grabbing your hands and pinning them above you, your breath catches as he pulls back a few inches to look at you. His eyes trail over you slowly before rising back up to your face, he shifts his leg between yours causing your core to press against him more firmly. You breathe in a shaky breath and his eyes widen just a tiny bit. You open your mouth to say something and his eyes fall to watch your lips move, stopping you briefly. The wall on your back is ice cold but between his hands on you and his body pressed against your own, you're hot and flushed. “Grimmjow, please let g-” your voice comes out weak and whispered, you’re going to tell him to let you go but never get it out.

Grimmjow's hand tightens around your caught wrists and pushes them back into the wall harder, forcing a pained yelp from you as his nails dig into your skin. His eyes snap up towards your eyes and his grip on both your wrists and your neck loosens. He presses just an inch closer and his eyes fall back to your lips. You’re sure he’s about to kiss you and for some reason it makes your heart skip a beat as you look up at him, you can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not but you don’t think about it long before he starts speaking again. “You gonna cry the whole time or are you going to make pretty little sounds like the last time I heard you?” His voice comes out in a growl.

The leg slotted between your own rises a bit, forcing you to the very tips of your toes and making you gasp and completely go red and look away from his eyes. You’re completely embarrassed, not only by his actions but by his words, he’s just admitted to having heard Aizen have his way with you and while you’d known it was more than likely that he’d heard you didn’t want to think about it. He pressed closer yet again, face just inches from your own, his thumb rose from your neck and pushed your chin up to look at him, “I bet you’d make the prettiest sounds for me princess.” You can feel his words as he whispers them against your lips and you can’t help but feel a twinge of arousal course through you. You’re confused by your own reaction and look at him wide eyed, you don’t know what you want. You can’t tell if you want him to press closer and just kiss you or if you want him to let you go and pull away.

You take a shuddering breath as his words make you shiver a bit, you’d blame it on the cold but you know it’s not true. “Grimmjow…” you try to say his name again in warning but it comes out much more breathy and small than ideal. He’s back to watching you and you wish he’d do anything at this point, move or kiss you or hurt you or something, anything. Hell you’d even take him dragging you back to your room at this point, just anything other than the maddening conflicting feelings he’s dragging out of you.

You try to shift in his hold a bit, only causing your core to press further into him and making you breathe a bit deeper against him. Your legs are straining and your arms are stretched thin, you watch as he looks over your face. Grimmjow sighs in defeat and drops his forehead against your shoulder, making you go ridgid. He's so warm against you but you're still shivering lightly, your heart beats against your chest so hard you’re sure it’s going to rip you apart and you have to focus on your breathing. “Fuck princess…” you can feel your breath against your collarbone and you cut off a choked whine. If he hadn’t had your hands pinned you might have wrapped your arms around him but you can’t and you don’t even know why you felt like you should. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you? I can’t fucking stand you.” You can’t tell if he’s insulting you or not, his words definitely are but the way he speaks them, in a quiet whisper, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear them makes you think otherwise. You don’t know what to say so you opt to say nothing hoping that your silence doesn’t upset him further.

He takes a minute before moving or saying anything. The time feels dreadfully long, you can’t see his face but you can feel every exhale he breathes against you, you’re about to say something to him, your brain is short circuiting and nothing comes to mind. After a minute or two he pulls back completely, he releases your wrists and pulls his body away from yours fully. He runs his fingers through his electric blue hair and paces a few steps in frustration. “You’re serious? About all of it?” He asks sternly. There’s no way you’d be able to answer him so you just nod your head, you’d agree to whatever he wanted if it meant getting back to your father and being away from Aizen. He thinks on it for a long moment, the gears in his head clearly spinning. “I need some assurances from you.” He scowls at you.

A feeling of dread rises in you, he could ask for any manner of things and you really don’t have much to bargain with, besides yourself and you’d already agreed to give him that. You narrowed your eyes a bit at him, “What kind of assurances?” You ask in a weary tone.

Grimmjow shrugs, “I need to know that after I drag you across a kingdom your lord father isn’t going to kill me on sight. I also need to know that I’m not going to be imprisoned or questioned or whatever. Once I take you there I get to leave, I’m not one of your little knights, I’m not sticking around or getting involved in whatever happens after I take you back. Understand?” He asks the question harshly.

His ask isn’t unreasonable, it's a more than fair ask and you nod, “I can try to convince him of-” You start to say before getting cut off.

“No trying, you will convince him. I can guarantee you I can cut through you faster than they can kill me. Got it?” Grimmjow tells you harshly. You agree and reach out to shake his hand in agreement. Instead of shaking your hand he drags you off in the direction of the forest that Renji had tried to take you through. He leads you through the brush and fallen leaves much faster than Renji and it’s a struggle not to fall over your own feet, you nearly trip on a tree root and Grimmjow whirls around to catch you quickly. Your eyes meet his azure eyes as he pulls you back up. He mumbles out an apology before he starts dragging you deeper into the forest, he pulls you much slower this time through, making sure you have time to keep your footing and pace steady.

The two of you keep a steady pace for about ten minutes before he slows to a complete stop and lets your hand slip from his. He turns to face you and starts taking off his jacket. Your skin breaks out in a sweat, you know you agreed to let him have you whenever he wanted but you didn’t expect him to take you here, a few short minutes from the manor and outside in the cold. You look away nervously and breathe a shaky breath in as you hear him stalk closer. He reaches out and grabs your wrist roughly, you flinch not quite knowing what he’s going to do. Out of all the scenarios you mind comes up with, his actions actually shock you, he shoves his jacket into your hand and lets you go. You look up at him in confusion, “Put that on and stay here, got it?” Grimmjow asks in a snarl before moving past you back the way you came.

You turn sharply, “Wait!” You call out and he whirls as he roughly slams his hand back over your mouth. You can’t stop the small gasp or the half step you take backwards at his action. You’re panicked, not wanting to be left alone out here, you wouldn’t stand a chance if someone found you out here right now.

“We’re not that far away don’t fucking yell.” He snarls at you, “You want every guard Aizen’s got out here because they heard you yell?” He asks and you shake your head in denial as much as you can with his hold on your face. “I’m not ditching you or anything, I’ll be right back, if you don’t want to die in the next few days, we’ll need supplies, money and a horse so stay here, put that on it’s cold.” He explains as he removes his hand from your mouth and steps back. Grimmjow waits for you to slip on his jacket before he turns to leave.

Once he's out of sight you rest your back against a nearby tree and let yourself sink to the ground. Now that he’s gone and all the adrenaline has left your body you notice how cold it really is. You pull Grimmjow's jacket tighter around you, you’re thankful that he’d left it but feel a bit bad that he’s out without it. You realize how absurd your plan had actually been, it was much colder now than when you’d tried to escape with Renji. You had no supplies and you would have surely frozen to death if you hadn’t been found. Grimmjow deciding to come with you had definitely saved your life and you’re still more than shocked that he’d actually agreed. While he’d always made lewd comments at you and his looks had been less than innocent, this was a lot to agree to just to sleep with you for the duration of the trip.

One thought led into another and soon you were thinking about your dreams of him. You wondered if when he had you if he’d truly be like that, you thought about the groaned out words and taunts that your mind had conjured up. In your dreams you always seemed to be enjoying yourself much more than you ever did with your husband and you wonder if you actually would with him.

You’re still thinking improper thoughts about him more than an hour later when you hear hoof beats on the ground. You shoot up from your position on the ground as Grimmjow slows the horse to a stop and dismounts. He throws a small burlap bag at you, you catch it and open it. Inside is a black shirt like his own, as well as pants and boots all of which look too big for you. You look back up at him and raise a single eyebrow in question.

“Change clothes. Now.” He demands while crossing his arms, “I can’t take you anywhere dressed like that.” He starts, gesturing towards your dress. “Assuming you're not picked up and sold to a pleasure house, you’d be recognized in an instant. A lot of your high class families have fallen in line out of fear and that last thing you need is for someone to tell him about how they saw you in a pretty little dress in some shit hole.” He explains, his eyes still on you. “Now change.” He growls at you.

You wait for him to turn around to give you privacy or something but he doesn’t. He just watches you lazily. You fluster under his gaze as he clearly intends to watch you strip, “Can you turn around or something?” You ask out embarrassed.

He rolls his eyes at you but does what you ask, “So you’ll offer to let me fuck you however I want but I can’t watch you change clothes? Seems a bit backwards don’t you think?” He asks sarcastically but with no real bite to it.

You wait a second before starting to remove your clothing. You strip off his jacket first, letting it rest gently on the ground followed by your dress before putting on the shirt from inside the bag. It’s big on you and you're sure if someone stood over you they would be able to see your chest down the small v-neck of it. “It would be improper.” You argue back as you pull the matching black pants up your legs and tie them as tight as they’ll go.

Grimmjow huffs a small laugh, “Yeah? And letting a demon fuck you to get what you want isn’t?” You roll your eyes but don’t answer, you slip your feet into the boots and just like you thought they were much too big for you, you tie them tightly hoping that it'll help you not to stumble over them. You pick up his jacket and dust it off from being on the ground.

You’re fully dressed in the clothes that Grimmjow had brought you and while they were much warmer than the deep cut v-neck dress you had been wearing but it’s still cold outside. “I’m finished,” you say timidly, not really knowing what to say. He turns and looks at you and you extend your arm to give him his jacket back, his eyes travel down your form and you're unsure of why, it’s not like he can see much of you in your baggy clothes, especially when compared to the dresses that Aizen had kept you dressed in.

He simply shakes his head at your outstretched arm, “Keep it, you’ll get more use out of it then I will.” He tells you. You thank him kindly and mean it, for so much more than just the jacket itself. You let your eyes fall to the horse behind him, it’s not one of the ones from your stables, they were larger than average with longer hair around their lower legs. This one was simple, just a dark brown body with a black mane and tail, you figured it helped to have a more plain horse than one of the fancier ones from your home. Attached to the saddle where a few small burlap bags as well as a quiver filled with arrows, Grimmjow wears the matching bow slung over his shoulder as well as his signature sword at his hip. “Come on, don’t wanna waste our head start do we?” He sighs out.

While making your way to him you slip the jacket back on, it's warm and comforting in a way that you don’t have the energy to put thought into. Once in front of him he helps you onto the horse before placing himself behind you and taking hold of the reins, trapping you against him in the same way he had the first night you’d meet him. Except this time you’re not afraid of him, you still don’t know what lies ahead of you but you’re certain it's better than what lies behind you.

The two of you set off and you ride for around an hour and a half in silence before you break it, “How long before they come after us?” You ask as you come across the clearing you’d almost made it to. It felt strange to be here, the last time it had taken you all day to make it here. You felt exposed without the coverage of trees, anyone could see you but Grimmjow didn’t seem to be worried about it, perhaps you were just being paranoid.

“Not until tomorrow morning at least.” Grimmjow says but that seems too far away to you, maybe he’s lying to try and calm you down, you can’t tell. He gives a small sigh, clearly able to tell that you’re still upset. “Once Loly realizes you're gone she’ll try to find you herself, she won’t check on you until she has to, to bring you food. She’ll panic and look everywhere she can think of.” He begins to explain and you nod along as you listen. “When she can’t find you she’ll eventually break down and go to Ulquiorra, he’ll take her to Tousen and then they’ll start searching. First around the manor and then they’ll fan out. It’ll be late tonight before anyone realizes how far you’ve actually made it.” He explains firmly.

You’re quiet for a few more minutes just thinking. He was probably right but you were still nervous, one wrong move or misstep and you’d be back where you started. You doubted you’d calm down until you were back with your father. You wondered how Aizen would react to the news, as much as you disliked Loly you did not wish for her to die and hoped that he didn’t kill her for your escape. “And what of Aizen?” You ask quietly.

Behind you, Grimmjow shrugs, “Word will get sent to him tonight, he’ll probably leave immediately to come back and try to find you, his whole plan to take the north hinges on the fact that your father won’t fight him as long as you're in his custody.” None of what he’d said made you feel any better but he continued. “He’ll try to keep the news of your escape on a need to know basis,” he tells you, causing your brow to furrow in confusion.

“Wouldn’t he want as many people out looking as possible?” You ask as you ride back into the tree line, following a dirt path, leaving the clearing behind you.

Grimmjow chuckles a bit, “No he won't. He doesn’t need word to reach your father or anyone else of your escape. Aizens too cocky to believe that you’d make it. He’ll keep the search low for a while before he realizes that he needs to put more of an effort and by that point we should hopefully be far enough ahead for it to not matter.” You nod in agreement but you're still a bit unconvinced. “I swear it princess, I haven’t lied to you have I?” He asks, he’s right, he hasn’t.

If anyone knew what they were talking about in regards to all of this was him. You decide its better to trust him than to drive yourself insane with worry trying to figure out every little possibility of every action and you try your best to let it go.

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The two of you ride the rest of the day in silence, eventually Grimmjow brings the horse to a stop in order to make camp. You try to offer to stay awake for him the same way you did for Renji but he refuses. He tells you that you’ll be coming across a small town at midday and that you’ll get a room at the inn and he’ll sleep there. You swallow thickly but agree. Grimmjow builds a small fire and gives you a strip of dried meat as well as some bread. You thank him and eat in silence, watching the fire crackle and burn.

You wait, a bit on edge but Grimmjow makes no move to sleep with you. You blame it on the cold and know that tomorrow when you make it to the inn he’ll more than likely have you there. The thought makes you nervous but not in the same way that you had been when faced with the same act from Aizen. Perhaps the task was not so daunting because Aizen had already stripped you of your innocence or perhaps because even if it’s for selfish reasons Grimmjow was helping you. You’re still thinking about it when the sunsets and Grimmjow tells you to sleep.

It takes a very long time for you to fall asleep, you’ve never spent a night in the elements like this. To make matters worse every few minutes you could practically feel Grimmjow watching you. It’s cold even with the fire burning and you can’t help but wonder how Grimmjow manages to do this on a regular basis. Though it seemed that you would be finding out. Your mind keeps conjuring all manner of terrifying possibilities making sleep all that much harder to find. It’s hours before your eyes finally drift closed and your breathing evens out enough to let you slip into unconsciousness.

You wake early from Grimmjow shaking you awake. You wake with a fright and he has to grab you firmly to stop you from smashing your head into his own. You look at him wide-eyed, you’re afraid that he’s going to tell you that someone has found you but he doesn’t. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” He starts, the sun has just begun to peak over the horizon and the forest floor was still dark, “We should get moving, keep distance between us and them.” He tells you, you nod and pick yourself up. You dust yourself off and try to smooth down your hair as much as you can without a brush. Your body is sore from sleeping on the hard ground but you don’t comment on it.

Grimmjow again helps you on the horse before taking his seat behind you. Yet again the two of you rode in silence, which is fine with you, it felt as if you’d only been asleep a few short minutes before you’d been woken up. Eventually a small town comes into sight in the distance. “While we are here you need to do exactly as I say and stay close. No wandering away, no talking to anyone you don’t need to, no nonsense. Understand princess?” He rasps against your ear as a man riding in a horse drawn cart rolls past. The man smiles and nods towards the two of you and you do the same, Grimmjow doesn’t move behind you, choosing instead to follow the man with his eyes as he passes.

“I understand.” You respond to him and he nods before straightening out behind you. The town is nothing special; you take note as you ride though it. The roads are wet with mud and you wonder if it ever dried. A few people watched as you rode by but nobody stopped or said anything, you kept your eyes ahead and tried not to look as nervous as you were. Most of the buildings were made from old and cracking stone and a few of the houses even had broken and boarded windows. Few people were out and about, most huddled inside the buildings but you could see a few peeking at you through windows or standing in doorways of public spaces.

Eventually you came to a stop in front of what you assumed was the inn. The building's stone was cracking matching with the rest of the town and the side of the building was adorned with the most rickety looking wooden stairs you’d ever seen leading to multiple sets of doors which you assumed held the rooms. Grimmjow dismounted and tied the horse to the hitching post outside the main set of doors. He offers you a hand and you take it gingerly as you step down into the mud. “Stay close.” He reminds you before leading you inside the building.

The inside looks just as run down as the outside, the floorboards are peeling upwards and the desk is made from rotting and chipping wood. The inside is dimly lit by a few windows and a few candles scattered along the wall. Once Grimmjow pushes the heavy wooden door open you see a woman behind the desk, she’s older, white hair and wrinkled skin, she doesn’t look at Grimmjow at all and instead focuses on you with a puzzled look. The woman doesn’t move from her spot over a book as Grimmjow approaches the desk, you stay a few steps behind him but close enough.

A man of the same age appears from a room behind the desk and smiles brightly towards the two of you. “Lookin’ for a room.” He asks in a kind tone. The woman still stares at you and you can’t help but fidget, your picking at the skin on your hand as all manner of negative thoughts rush through your head. Does she recognize you? Does she know something’s wrong? You can’t help the anxiety that rises in you under her gaze and you wish she’d just look away.

“Why else would we be here?” Grimmjow bites back with an annoyed tone. The man just gives him another bright smile and flips through a handwritten book.

The man reads what’s on the pages before looking at the two of you. “I’ve got a nice room with our most comfortable double bed and-” the man began but Grimmjow cut him off.

“Two beds.” Grimmjow interjects and demands in a harsh tone. The woman looks at him in surprise and you do too. You don’t say anything, he already seems annoyed and you’d like to not make it worse. You’d assumed he’d just get one bed and take you there but you guessed not. You didn’t let yourself believe that he’d leave you alone though, you didn’t want to risk the disappointment, but still it was an interesting turn of events, you’d at least get your own space when he was done with you hopefully.

The man looks between the two of you, “Are you sure? We’re not in the business of judging round here?” The man asks as he cocks his head at you specifically. You highly doubt that. The woman looked like she’d enjoy nothing more than passing judgment and later gossiping with whoever would listen the second your backs were turned.

Grimmjow just scoffs and slams a few to many coins on the counter, the man's eyes widen a small bit at the overpayment and his eyes dart to Grimmjow, “Two beds and no more fucking small talk.” He growls out, anger clear in his voice.

The man simply nods and retrieves a small brass key, “Second floor, third door.” Grimmjow swipes the key quickly and turns on his heel, he storms past you and catches your wrist, dragging you along behind him. You let out a small squeak sound at the treatment but Grimmjow pays you no mind and just keeps dragging you on. He leads you back outside and you stumble a bit on the rickety stairs. He lets your wrist fall from his grip as he unlocks the door and holds it open gesturing for you to enter. You walk through the door and look around the small room.

Like the lower floor the wood on the floor is peeling upwards and cracked at strange angles. There is a small bed on either side of the room, pressed against the wall with plain white sheets and a small blanket on each. There’s a window evenly between each bed and underneath is a small tattered chest meant to hold personal belongings. Above each bed is a small shelf, each shelf holds a candle and a few books that look like they haven’t been touched in years. Opposite of the beds there’s a small door leading into a tiny bathroom which surprises you.

Grimmjow slams the door behind the two of you and throws the few bags you have on the furthest bed. He’s clearly angry and you’re not fully sure why, yeah the couple downstairs had been annoying but you didn’t think it was that bad. “I’m going out to get some stuff,” He starts and you look to him, “I’ll lock the door behind me, don’t let anyone in and stay the fuck away from the window, got it?” He growls out and you nod. You thought he wanted to sleep but you don’t voice your concern, not wanting to anger him further or turn his anger toward you.

Left alone again you’re unsure of what to do with yourself, you look around the room and decide to look at the books on the shelf. You pick up a fiction novel about a pirate and dust it off before curling up with your back to the wall on the bed that Grimmjow hadn’t claimed. You don’t get much reading done, in fact you don’t make it off the first page. Your mind is too occupied thinking about everything that could go wrong.

What if Grimmjow had been wrong? What if you didn’t have the time he thought you did? Perhaps Aizen would find you and kill you just to be done with the trouble, he could always claim that he’d brought you back and that you were staying in your room again. What if someone else killed you, or if someone recognized you and turned you in? What if the woman downstairs already had? What if you both were wrong about your father’s whereabouts? What if when you got to the northern mountains there’s nothing there? What if Aizen sends men out to kill your father and everybody else on the mountain? What if Nnoitra found you and Grimmjow wasn’t around? A thousand thoughts rush through your head and its work to keep yourself from hyperventilating.

You can’t stop yourself from overthinking. You pull your knees up to your chest and try to breathe and stop your own thoughts but you can't. Your mind just spins on and on, endlessly tormenting you and making you suffer. An unknown amount of time passes before Grimmjow returns, you're still in the same position but you lift your head as you hear the door unlock and open.

Grimmjow’s blue eyes fall to you immediately, “What happened? Are you alright?” He asks instantly, eyes darting around the room, you’re unsure what he’s looking for but his eyes fall back to yours as he waits for an answer.

“I’m alright, nothing happened.” You tell him, nothing technically had happened to you, you were just freaking yourself over nothing. Grimmjow's eyes narrow at you, for some reason his hair looks more wild than normal. In fact a lot of him looks more wild than normal, his clothes are wrinkled and as you look him over you see a swipe of blood on his wrist. Your eyes widen at the sight, “What happened?” You ask, letting your legs fall back to the bed and moving closer, you stop yourself before getting too close, figuring he wouldn’t want you to actually touch him.

His brows knit in confusion and his eyes fall to where you’re looking, he moves his wrist to look at it better and laughs a bit, “Not my blood, don’t worry about it princess.” He says as he walks further into the room.

“If it’s not yours then who’s blood is it?” You ask in a wary tone, he seemed in a bit of a better mood but if he had to go out and kill to achieve it you didn’t want that and didn’t know how safe you felt with him if that were the case.

He steps into the small bathroom to grab a rag and quickly wipes the blood from his arm, “You really want the answer to that?” Grimmjow asks in an amused tone, his eyes fall to you again as he sits on the mattress across from yours. You nod your head slowly, you don’t know that you necessarily want the answer but you need it. He smirks at you which doesn’t help the uneasy feeling that’s begun to rise in you, “Well princess, you’ve been a panicked little mess so I went out and made sure no one was following us.” He says casually.

You nod in understanding, the blood on his arm clearly indicated that he’d found someone and you can’t help but wonder how many people were out looking for you. “How many did you find?” You ask, trying to calm your nerves and failing as per usual.

“Just two, they’d almost made it to the clearing.” he begins, as he makes his way back into the room. “It’ll take them a few days to figure out they're gone, so can you calm down now?” He says before throwing himself on the mattress. You wonder if he’s done this to make you feel better or because he likes to fight, perhaps it's both but you're unsure. He looks to you and waits for you to say something, you don’t know what to say, while you do feel a bit better that no one who was looking for you was close by it still seemed like an unnecessary burden for him to take on.

“Why go through the trouble?” You ask, you realize that you might sound unappreciative but you don’t really care all that much. You can’t help but notice his attitude change either, this is the longest he’s gone without making some kind of lewd comment or trying to get a rise out of you, it was odd, especially considering he technically now had the right to do such things. You’d given him full permission and he’d stayed tame which made you feel strange. “I thought you’d only agreed because of…” You stumble for the right words for a second, “Because of the offer I made you. Why go through the trouble of any of this if not for that? Especially if you’re going to go out of your way for me? I don’t understand.” You tell him a bit shyly, not really looking at him.

Grimmjow stares at you for a minute before answering, in fact he doesn’t say anything until your eyes flick back to his own. He sighs deeply before flipping onto his side and holding his head up with his hand, “Do you want me to fuck you princess?” He asks bluntly.

Your entire body flushes and you gape at him for a second before you try to answer. His body language screams casual and collected but his eyes look completely different, almost predatory. “N-no!” You stutter out with embarrassment at his improper question.

With a shrug Grimmjow flops back to his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, there you go. Now drop it.” He bites out, he’s irritated but not near the amount he normally is. He still hasn’t answered your question which is annoying. With a sigh you pick the novel back up and decide to try to read again figuring he’s going to finally sleep for a bit.

Everything’s silent for a few minutes, you don’t get much reading done but you still manage more than your previous attempts. You wonder if your whole trip will continue in this manner, if he’ll stay irritated and angry the whole time, if he’ll keep you at arm’s length. After a while you hear Grimmjow shift and in your peripheral vision you can see that he’s looking at you for a second before again looking back to the ceiling. He takes a deep breath, “You remind me of my mother and sister.” He confesses in a calm and almost gentle voice. Your eyes widen and shot to him at the confession but he’s not looking at you.

[readtilyoudie]

Bleach Vol 12

[oujigami]

do not open

old piece from 2019

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[criminaldoenjangjjigae]

I drew them. I feel like not drawing the claw hands on amazake was best for me. This will become something bigger soon 🔜

[ff-attendant]

... Well,

I guess...?

[keikakudori]

It's time to make a deal with Aizen to separate Shinji from Kisuke to prevent the possible hook up. Aizen can keep Shinji, he can keep Kisuke. How about that?

murder is, to some, a rather ugly word -- a word that has not stopped him before now. no, not even remotely. murder is something which burns through his thoughts in the wake of that night, directed towards the disheveled seeming captain. murder is something that he fantasizes about; be it wrapping his hands around that throat, or of slamming that head over and over and over into a wall until the skin splits and the skull fractures and leaves red and pink froth and mush everywhere, perhaps instead burying his blade in those guts and slowly cutting him open until his entrails and organs slide out in glossy crimson wetness. how he wants to see those eyes glazing over with death, filmed and graying, wants to put his thumbs in them. perhaps most people would have been disturbed by the vermilion thoughts, but not he. no, not he at all. such are his thoughts where urahara kisuke is concerned, an irritable antipathy bent towards the man who was proffered advice from a man who has never looked at him the way aizen wishes him to. how can his captain not see how dangerous that man is? how can hirako shinji, who watches him with such distrust beneath that placid nature, offer advice to a man that makes aizen's hackles rise --- not out of threat but out of the understanding of the danger he represents. but then -- hirako shinji does not know what aizen sousuke does. he does not know about the hogyoku that was crafted by the shaggy-haired blonde. he does not know that this man's hands are not clean. where did the fodder for urahara kisuke's hogyoku come from? aizen suspects, strongly, that it was the maggot's nest which was used to feed his. he suspects, acutely, that perhaps the man did what aizen himself has been doing. that he harvested from the rukongai. yet, aizen smiles politely whenever he sees the captain. he is nothing to speak of. just the calm, polite, diffident lieutenant of the gobantai. he is no threat. not he, not aizen sousuke, golden child of the seireitei. not he, the young man who handles so much of the administrative duties for the division while his captain goes off and drinks or ignores the paperwork. it is known throughout the seireitei that if one has business with the fifth division, one should ever go to him first. and with a smile and a kind word, he will be glad to help others. though what is less widely known is that aizen quietly collects favors to be paid back later. but if he were to ever see his captain's eyes turning towards him -- if he were to ever witness more than what seemed sympathizing from one captain with another about their so-called burdens ( hardly. he is perpetually shackled to his desk, mounds of papers somehow migrating from the glossy varnish-stained top of shinji's desk to his own and waiting for aizen to pay attention to the sheafs of documents. his captain's way of trying to keep his lieutenant contained, controlled; it doesn't work. ), if he were to ever witness something more than shared commiseration between them --... would there ever be a body left to be discovered?

probably not. let his captain stare at him with that mistrust if it were to come to that. let hirako shinji's suspicion choke him, boil in him; he would never be able to prove anything. and if needs be? aizen would gladly intervene with them. he would willingly, gladly, disrupt everything between them if he was capable of it. but never would he permit those hands to set themselves upon his captain. urahara kisuke was not a man worthy of touching the sun. so yes --- he would keep his captain. and that man could keep away from his captain; he would never be worthy of him. so aizen would remain there at his captain's side, ready to turn his ire towards the other blonde if he must to keep them apart. ever and always; if wolf he was for his captain, then wolf he would remain. urahara kisuke's eyes should turn away from what did not belong to him; aizen would never permit someone so unworthy near his captain in that regard. so if he must bare his fangs one day to ensure that the man would understand that he was of no place to ever touch the golden-haired captain of the fifth division, then he would indeed do so. he would gladly do his very best to keep him away. for his captain was just that -- his. and aizen sousuke was ever awful about sharing, possessive bastard that he was.

[wreakhavic]

Can you guys tell me in what situation Aizen would call you "Poor thing"?

I will start:

I spilled all my ibuprofen on the ground in front of Aizen in the lunchroom. He takes my chin up, leans in and whispers: "Poor thing".

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 11: WATERSPORTS Aizen Sosuke 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡✨ I hope you are having a wonderful day ✨ May I request the watersports kink? Aizen x Fem reader. I believe I read that it can be complemented with other kinks so perhaps overstimulation?. I hope I was still able to get the kink! This went away so fast!!! tw: watersports means urination is involved. if it's not your cup of tea, pls dni. soft overstimulation. omorashi/losing control. wetting on top of his lap, him doing the same. fingering. vag sex. soft humiliation. sweet dom aizen. wc: 1,7k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Aizen-sama, I… I can’t take no more” “That’s something is up to me to decide, (Name)-san”

Pleasing that man was for sure a suicide mission most of the times. He is fan of overstimulation, of playing with you as if you were less than a human… Sosuke was the king of humiliating you… and you, were pleased to comply.

Some nights were calmer, others, like this one, his stressed levels were high… very high. And he needed a quick fix before bed...

“(Name)-san, we lost another couple of hollow porotypes. Can you believe it?” he asked, rhetorically. He doesn’t really care about your opinion for that matter.

“Oh no, Aizen-sama… how should I help?” you ask, knowing well that scientific stuff wasn’t your area, but rather you were the president of the “pleasure department”.

“Well, I’m not sure if you can create a hollow from scratch… but I kinda feel like trying new stuff with you tonight…” he says, coming closer to you with that dark menacing aura that makes you wet and trembling.

You nod, awaiting for whatever “new stuff” he wants to try. In fact, by the way his hands are already all over your body, you know he is needier than ever. Tonight, things will be hot and wet…

“Stand up for me, (Name)” he commands. And you immediately comply. He turns you around, inspecting your clothing cautiously. You are wearing the uniform he chose specifically for you.

“Good… You will keep this on, until I tell you to take it off. Ok? For this I need you to obey me with no hesitation” he asks. “Yes, Aizen-sama. I will obey immediately” you answer, with difficulty, as his hand is already touching your crotch from behind.

Your uniform consists of a pleaded white skirt, a very futuristic looking top that resembles to an interesting bikini top with a turtle neck and long mittens covering your arms some centimetres over your elbows.  

“Please, come with me to the meeting room” he asks you, always so politely, trying to sound like you had a chance to say no… when that isn’t the case at all.

You follow him through the wide and sterile halls of Las Noches and soon you two reach the conference room in silence. Though your steps echo in the immensity of the place, there isn’t any more sounds.

The throne of Aizen, made of white stone, stands tall in the middle of the room. And by its feet, the round table where the Espada sit at.

He walks humming softly and sits down in his chair, while you wait for further instructions. When he is ready and comfortably sitting, indulging in his king -or God- fantasy, he pats his lap.

“Come here, (Name)…” he calls you.

You nod and quickly walk towards him. Aizen picks you up and sits you on his legs, fixing your body so that you end up sitting facing him. His hands run through your back, making your skin to react. He stops right by the small of your back and presses down for your sex to reach his. You are expected to wear nothing but a simple white panty underneath, the skirt was also for him to have easy access.

“Have you been drinking enough tea as I asked you today?” he asks you, petting your head and brushing your hair. He can be as sweet and protective, as cruel, and violent.

“Y-yes, Aizen-sama. I am a bit full, but I did” you tell, not lying. You were asked to drink the tea that the servants brought you through out the day with no questioning.

Sosuke is pleased. He takes his hand to your lower belly, a little bit bumpier than before as you are very full of liquids from the day.

“You are such a good girl to me, (Name). Look at this, you are always perfect for the things I want to try…” he perversely murmurs, kissing your forehead after. Aizen keeps rubbing your tummy sweetly, pressing down ever so slightly from time to time.

You purr a sweet <thank you> , in love with the soft caresses he is giving you. If being romantic is something he wanted to try, you are up for it… even if, you know very well, it’s just wishful thinking.

Aizen narrows his eyes, looking at you as if you were a cute little pet, already tasting the following.

His hand, slides up your thighs and into your core. Delicate fingers test the wetness of your panties; they are, as always, dampened in need.  But not enough for him to be satisfied.

“Let me check…” he whispers, moving your panty to the side and inserting two playful fingers that get instantly coated with your honeys.

You flinch and whine, as his index penetrates you and his thumb rubs your clit. He takes his time to play with you, starting slowly. Some minutes pass, and you are already humping on his lap for more, and the pressure of the many teas you were feed today start to feel uncomfortable.

He notices, even before you could say anything. Aizen knows your body perfectly fine, almost as if -and maybe perhaps- he created you. Index, and now middle too, hit the roof of your entrance, pushing the upper wall enough to make you feel like loosing control.

“Ai- Aizen-sama!!” you exclaim, trying to close your legs by pure instinct. You can’t. His legs won’t allow you to, and in fact, as he spread his, yours do too.

“Mh..? what is it, honey?” he asks, scoffing. Aizen knows, and he goes even harder…

You squirm, forcefully trying to tighten every muscle of your pelvic anatomy. You can’t lose control; you just can’t wet yourself over Aizen’s legs like a little girl… that would be worse than embarrassing; that could be the death of you.

Or that’s what you think.

“I… please. I need… I can’t hold it… I need to go to the bathroom, please” you beg, with teeth chattering and desperate tone.

“Oh… seriously? You might have drunk a lot more than what you should have, (Name)…” he mocks you, knowing he was the one to made you drink that much.

You keep squirming and trying with all your might to close your legs, failing miserably.

“Please, Aizen-sama… I need – nghh-“ you plead, moaning in pleasure and desperation as your nerves reach their peak and climax begins to hit. He laughs, as he keeps fingering you, with great dedication and so mercilessly fast. Beckoning motions inside of you, giving your sex pure stimulation and your bladder not enough space to exist. He forces you to lose control, mixing orgasmic release with urgency solving.

Drops of warm liquid mixed with sexual outburst gush and run through your legs and into his white hakama pants. He is not mad, in fact, Aizen grunts the moment he feels dampened. And he wants more, he needs more.

Your heated cheeks, your eyes closed, your fists closed over Sosuke’s shoulders. Spasming as you keep coming while relief yourself, in endless shameful pleasure.

“Good girl… I am not gonna punish you, you know that? I wanted this, it’s very hot to see you this desperate and so ashamed” he whispers in your ear, as you can feel his hardness trying to pierce his pants and your insides.

He moves you a little back, because you immediately hid your face on his chest. You wanna ask for forgiveness, but you can’t even speak. You are feeling as guilty and miserable, as absolutely pleased with was just happened.

“Look… look how wet you got me… it’s ok to piss yourself sometimes” he chuckles. A sincere laughter that makes your heart beat faster.

“Aizen-sama… I am mortified… let me please clean you up” you stutter.

Aizen ignores your words, as he is beyond pleased with your humiliation. “No, no… first I should get you as wet as I am… that skirt can be useful to hide your wet panties, but that’s not fair for me, right?” he tries to gaslight you, as if it was needed. He could definitely do whatever he wants, without even asking you about.

You accept your destiny. Anything he wishes to bless you with, it’s welcomed. More when it is about something coming from himself. You let him do as he please, moving back just enough for his now wet and almost see through pants to lower down.

His sex peaks out. It’s enough for now. It’s hard, dripping, throbbing. The vein that runs from the base to the tip, swollen in pure need as blood keeps filling it up.

“Come here…” he commands, pressing your chest against his. Your sex grazing the base, his tip covered by your pleaded skirt. “You can hump if you wish, too” he adds.

You nod, asking yourself if this is gonna become your next obsession… waiting for his warm blessing to wet your belly and clothes.

He kisses your lips and as he does so lustfully, he grunts in pure pleasure while he lets his urine flow. It is more than warm, being bestowed by his relief is like asking for a god’s favour to you. You praise this man, as you don’t praise no god. He is, to you, a supreme force of nature, with chocolate hair and sweet chocolate eyes, so powerful that even the most degrading act turns into something to be thankful for.

“It feels amazing, Aizen-sama…” you purr, as you begin to rub your labia against the endless fountain that’s his sex. A so personal and pure intimate moment, bonding in a so concupiscent form. It seems he is not stopping, feeling the drops form strings running through your hanging legs, forming puddles on each side of his throne.

“You like it, baby? We can do this every time you want, you know?” he moans, definitely weakened by how horny he is. Mind foggy, absolutely blank.

“Yes, Aizen-sama. I want it, please ~” you moan in his ear, as he now has finished and has lifted your ass to fall on top of his twitching dick.

Soon enough, and dripping wet, you begin to jump on his sex in a sweet and lustful career to make him come… 💖

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[writerswhy]

Self-care for the Soul: Hinamori's Edition

(Or, my 2am rambles on Hinamori that briefly touch on nonviolence while I lightly express some fandom guilt ft. one mention of Frankenstein and some Tobiume hc 🫠 Thank you @bleachbleachbleach for your encouraging words on this post! <33)

TL;DR: Much of Hinamori’s external life has been chosen for her. She thrives at exercising a form of internal non-violence of the spirit, where despite the lack of tools (as a Rukongai ghost) and later in spite of the master’s tools (the Seireitei), she asserts her power through choice - choosing to love, defend, create - through which she fights back against the institution that created and enabled the violence inflicted upon her. This is in her nature, always has been since she befriended Hitsugaya to rescuing Hisagi.

"Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings." -Victor Hugo

Sometimes I feel like such a fake Hinamori fan because I worry that my interpretations discredit her character, which isn't what I want at all! With regards to Aizen and forgiveness, I get a sense that the popular belief is that it is in Hinamori's nature or best interest to come to reject everything about their relationship, that she would even hate him, want to enact some form of violence on him. And that's all fine! I mean, anything is believable if you come at characterization from the lens of “what would make a character do XYZ?"….but I just can't help but feel like this is us (or at least me) moving on without her - which is how Hinamori canonically felt post-Winter War (and I would go so far as to say she's been feeling like this for a long time, since before leaving for the academy).

Like, would it help Hinamori to hate everything about him? To reject all of him? What is she, someone who deeply values her relationships and what she gets from them as much as she gives, choosing to leave behind by doing so? So much of her (external) life happens to her: she has to enter the academy because her powers awakened, she was pre-selected to join the 5th division for a plan that started decades before her and would be put into motion a few decades later, and of course both stabbings.

Given this, I think Hinamori is someone who appreciates making a choice of what she's given, often internal, often against the status quo, and gains exactly what she needs. She chooses to befriend Hitsugaya despite the village's rejection of him (and finds herself a lifetime partner); she stays behind to give Hitsugaya a proper goodbye even though it'll make her late to the academy on her first day (to keep Rukongai close which feels especially important given Seireitei wants to neglect, forget what's outside their walls); she chooses to save Hisagi against his orders (and years later she can look back and know she's brave); she chooses to defend Renji despite Byakuya's authority and Kira's acquiescence (and realizes that to stand up for what she believes in she may be the only one in the room left). And if she chooses to hold close the fond memories she created with Aizen and the lessons she learned from him, she'll know that under all his power laid her power too.

These choices she made are all born from her internal character and I think that's something she tries to hold onto (even when it feels like everyone is moving on without her, that the narrative is moving on without her, that fandom sometimes moves on without her).

And it's not because of the naivety or delusion that's so often attributed to her. It's this instinct to create, to save, to love, despite the lack of tools (and then in spite of the tools). I don't think it's far-fetched to believe that she, an artist who spends her free time reading (about history and fantasy, about the past and the future) would try to create what she needs, imperfect as it is. Hinamori has always been a "be the change you want to see" type of person.

Unlike Hisagi who fears his power in his own hands, Hinamori fears her power in the hands of others. In a way, it's a rejection of the Seireitei. In a way, it's a rejection of the institution that created and enabled the violence inflicted upon her.

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(Another reason why I feel like a fake Hinamori fan is because I don't think she needs bankai to tie up her arc or to prove/reclaim her power. Like I mentioned above, I think Hinamori does a pretty solid job of reclaiming her power outside of Seireitei's tools. Bankai feels almost like a resignation to me. It's hard to explain without needing 2000+ words and referencing Frankenstein, the internal/spiritual nature of nonviolence of a solider, and elaborating on Hisagi and Kaname because these two are very much part of the same conversation.

But anyways! My Tobiume hc plays into all of this. It's pretty much the same as the rest of the fandom's - some iteration of a phoenix + forest (I love the seagull cry when Tobiume releases and this imagery of being rooted deep in the earth with an expansive sky to soar above this middle space where the man-made sits), but I hc that she's never really been able to see Tobiume. That Tobiume always wants to keep just out of sight, perched high in the trees or a shadow over the sun to keep her wondering because Hinamori is an artist (who once had no brushes), a life-long learner (who once had no books), and I think it’d be neat if her inner world was something she created out of imagination and hunger for somewhere beyond her body and something beyond the constraints of their society. Another poem I associate with her is "Cherry Blossoms" by Toi Derricote:))

[saltysatellite804]

Woke up and started going into character analysis mode while drinking my coffee. This is about Aizen of course.

Thinking about how much of a loose canon (and lowkey suicidal/fate-tempting) Aizen actually is. He plays it all cool, but he isn't actually always as meticulous as he comes across.

-fused himself with Hogyoku without knowing for sure it was a wish granting jewel (he just suspected). Even disregarding that, he went into battle before it even "understood" him. He had no guarantee it would actually keep him alive. He also had zero guarantee it would bring him back to life after a fatal injury. These were all just hypothetical.

-allowed White to give its powers to a Quincy because he wanted to know what would happen. Total fluke, but he went with it. Presumably, he knows that a Quincy is unlikely to survive this process.

-recruited Kaname knowing he could never control him with Hypnosis.

-risked Gin being by his side knowing he was planning his death because he wanted to "see how he would do it". He even told him how to neutralize his power. He was just like "okay kid, I like you, freebie shot at killing me," !!!. Like omg.

-risked empowering the Vasto Lordes, not knowing if they would become stronger than himself or not (they did not). He even said he suspected they would.

-decided to help Ichigo become stronger, not knowing what would happen

-risked Orihime finding someway to use her power against him (okay this has become more of a headcanon. I like to think he was curious to see if she would actually try to erase Hogyoku).

-furthermore he pits Ichigo against his Espada, not knowing who the victor will be, made 0 effort to keep Ichigo alive.

-completely went power mad and off guard after evolving. He arguably had to have some of those qualities before fusing.

-fought Yhwach with 0 guarantee of success. Put himself in extreme mortal peril to defeat him. Sure it was becoming a very "do or die" situation but it doesnt feel out of character

(Notice how None of his risks went wrong until Ichigo)

There's probably some more things I'm not thinking of.

I was thinking about how Aizen comes across very "a man with nothing to lose". It really matches up with who he is. He has mastered all his powers and there's nothing left because he feels no connection to those around him, no sense of purpose or love or comraderie. It must drive him insane, and make him lose some regard for his own safety, in some sense. So he decides he will keep reaching higher because what else is there. If he cannot be like anyone else, he must go above them. He thinks the current system is fuckin BS but he can't tell anyone because it's illegal to even question the status quo lol. It's almost like fate to him.

But deep down he still wants to fall, wants to fit in like Stark did, wants his own hubris to knock him down like Icarus reaching for the sun. He wants one of these gambles to catch up with him deep down. It's like a fantasy. And he knows it.

[electronicwitchcollection]

Aizen smut

crikey (never used the word crikey in my life, but hey, maybe it was all part of Aizens plan) Aizen is a difficult man to write for! This is my first, and probably my last Aizen one shot 😂 it took me WEEKS to write this and I still hate it

Aizen

Prompt : "sorry... I didn't mean to call you that"

"don't come until I tell you too"

You had stayed behind after office hours to help your Captain catch up on his paperwork. You had overheard the conversation between Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori as he sent her home early, clearly struggling with what appeared to be a particularly bad flu. Lieutenant Hinamori's sniffly protests were quickly silenced by Captain Aizens deep and sultry tone, promising that he could manage one late night without her help.

"I can help you Captain". Your voice unexpectedly joined the room, as your own eyes widened in surprise

you hadn't ment to say that out loud 

Captain Aizens eyes fell on you, seemingly searching into your very soul, for what, you couldn't place. Slowly they caressed your body, starting at your legs, travelling slowly up every curve until they stopped to stare into your eyes

"L/N-chan". He had smiled sweetly at you, soft brown eyes enhanced by square glasses freezing you to the spot as a chill ran through you "are you sure you have nothing better to do with your evening?"

You watched captivated as his tongue swept out, barely noticeable, to run across his bottom lip. His smile was small, kind. His eyes however, were intense and focused, watching you intently as you tried to grasp hold of yourself

"I don't mind, sir. I've not got anything planned for tonight"

That was a lie. You had planned to go to the shopping district to find yourself a new book, having finished your last one. Suddenly the prospect of a new book seemed unimportant now that you had the chance to spend some one on one time with the Captain that had captivated your most secret of fantasies.

You could feel your cheeks begin to warm and silently prayed that you weren't glowing a brilliant red. Captain Aizen watched you for a moment more before turning to his Lieutenant, unassuming smile back on his handsome face

"now head home, Hinamori-chan. Get yourself better"  he laid a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing it momentarily as she gazed up at him adoringly, a familiar look that you often catch on your own face when seeing your Captain

That's how you ended up seated at a large, dark wooden desk opposite your Captain in the otherwise empty work barracks. The sun had long since set, it was a cloudy night and without the shine of the moon, Captain Aizen had lit some candles to illuminate the space.

The scratching of quills on paper, the distant wind and the small crackle of the flames were all that could be heard in the office. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as your eyes left the paperwork for the numerous time that evening to catch a glimpse of the Captain bathed in candle light.

One large hand laid flat on his desk as he easily wrote his report. His strong jaw was cast in shadow as his head tilted down. You watched transfixed as his hand left the desk to push his glasses back up his nose to a more comfortable position and your mouth went dry

From the first time you had seen Captain Aizen, guest lecturing at the academy you had been infatuated with him. Tall, powerful frame. His kind, deep chocolate eyes framed by dark rimmed glasses. His dark, devil may care hair, falling softly on his face. There wasn't much you didn't find attractive about him.

When he had began his lecture, a shiver went down your spine at the deep sultry tone. You began to fantasise about him, touching you, whispering dirtily into your ear. The fantasies only grew more intense when you joined his division and got to see him every day

You had wondered how he would be in bed. If he would be sweet and loving, taking care of your every need as he held you close. You had even wondered if he had any other.. more interesting kinks

I wonder if he likes being called daddy?

You almost snorted at the thought, thinking such things in work.

"YN chan?" Captain Aizens voice pulled you from your day dreaming, only to realise you had been staring at him the entire time. He had a small smile playing on his lips as he raised an amused eyebrow. "Do you feel well?"

"yes! Sorry, I got lost in thought" you babbled quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring

"thank goodness. I had worried you had caught what Hinamori is suffering through."  His smile widened as he put down his quill to clasps his hands together on the desk"your cheeks are becoming awfully red" 

You screamed internally. Cursing how easily you became embarrassed and how obvious it showed on your pale skin

"No sir" you said quietly, averting your eyes "just got distracted"

"understandable, it's become quite late." His voice sounded lower, gruffer. "It's nearly midnight" 

Your head snapped up at that. Midnight?! How long have I been staring?! You thought mortified

"thank you for your help, YN chan, but perhaps it's time for you to head home to bed"

"I don't mind finishing" you offered weakly, glancing at the still unfinished paperwork sat between you. Aizen shook his head gently, picking his quill back up

"Im afraid I must insist. I cannot be responsible for keeping you up all night" he said distracted, concentrating on his work once more

I actually wouldn't mind you keeping me up all night. The intrusive thought brought a flush to your face. Standing abruptly, you bowed low to your Captain. "Thank you, daddy"

Your eyes widened significantly as the word tumbled out of your mouth. Staring at the wooden floor below you, you prayed frantically

Please say that didn't happen. Please don't let him have heard me 

The sound of the quill hitting the desk was deafening. As you straightened up you saw Captain Aizen staring at you, a mixture of amusement and shock over his handsome features. There was something else, deep in his eyes that you couldn't make out

"im sorry" you stutter out quickly, barely above a whisper "I didn't mean to call you that" 

Bowing again quickly, you turned on your heel and made your way to the office door as quick as you could without running. You felt humiliated, angrily cursing yourself for not thinking before you spoke

"YN" your Captains gravely voice stopped you as your trembling fingers brushed the brass door handle. You stopped, closing your eyes dreading what would happen next "take a seat"

Unable to refuse the command of a Captain, you turned to walk slowly back to your previous seat, eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Just as your hand began to pull your chair back, he spoke again

"not there" the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor "here"

Your eyes snapped up, wide and confused. He tapped his thigh twice, indicating where he wanted you to sit. "Now, YN" he spoke softly, but the command got you moving. Your legs started to shake as you walked around the desk, breathing heavily through your nose.

Aizen turned in his seat as you approached, watching you intently. You came to a stop in front of him, body trembling with nerves and a little excitement. Aizen swiped his hand above his lap, a welcoming gesture offering the space

"Captain Aizen.. I." You started, painfully awkward. Were you really expected to sit on his lap? Surly this was some kind of joke, the moment you sit down he would surly laugh at you.

"do not make me repeat myself for a third time" he said in a clipped manor, eyes flashing dangerously. You turned immediately, lowering yourself gently to perch on his lap, trying to keep most of your weight supported on your two feet tip toeing on the floor. Staring straight ahead, you waited with held breath as you gripped the cloth on your thighs tightly with both hands

"good girl" Aizen muttered near your ear as he push your hair to fall over one shoulder, his breath ghosted over your ear making you squirm expectantly. Large hands settled on your waist, gripping them firmly and halting your movements

"stay still" Aizen growled lowly into your ear. Your breath hitched as you fought the urge to push your thighs together,desperately wanting some friction. His grip on your hips pulled you further onto his lap as his lips began leaving teasing kisses down your neck. Gasping at the sensation your eyes closed automatically to savour the feeling.

"do you want me to take care of you?" You heard Aizen utter as he pulled the neckline of your top over, kissing the shoulder he created access too. Your lust filled brain wanted nothing more than that

"yes" you breath as you tilted your head to the side to expose more skin

"yes, what?" He asked you, pulling back and denying you his touch

"yes..please?" The whine in your voice evident to your own ears

"try again" Aizens cold voice sounded out demandingly

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, unsure of what he was wanting. His usual warm brown eyes were hardened, staring at you expectantly. Apology about to fall from your lips was silenced as his hand came up to cup your flushed cheek, his thumb ran across your bottom lip

"who are you addressing, YN?"

"yes..Daddy"

"good girl" he praised you, using his thumb to pull down your lower lip and watching it spring back into place. "Stand"

You raise to your feet quickly, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Not daring to turn around, You could feel Aizen stand behind you, hear the sound of his chair being pushed away to the side. You jumped at the feel of a large hand caress over the swell of your clothed ass, a small squeak leaving your lips. The hand traveled to your hip, following the contour down to your thigh. A burning trail left in the wake of the inquisitive palm.

The hand left you and you let out a shaky breath. The shuffling of papers had your head tilting to the side, you watched as the Captain cleared room on his desk before removing his glasses and placing them in the draw. The snap of the wooden draw closing had you jolting back round, staring ahead obediently. You heard Aizens soft footsteps before you saw him, slowly he stalked around you, eyes fixated on your body like a predator ready to pounce on their willing prey.

With the glasses removed, Aizens face seemed more defined. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones more pronounced, flickering candles casting sinister shadows over his face. The usual fall of his hair was slicked back, a rouge strand falling over his intense eyes. You swallowed thickly at the sight

He stood before you, intently studying your form, arms crossed over his chest, Aizen propped a thumb under his chin, finger ghosting over his own lips deep in thought. Your cheeks reddened Under his scrutiny.

"Remove your clothing" removing his glasses seemed to have changed his whole persona, not only does he now look angular and dominating, even his voice had taken on a darker tone. You're unable to tear away your gaze from his powerful eye contact, slowly your limbs move to do as commanded. Your arms felt heavy, uncoordinated as you fumble with your sash.

Fingers felt numb as you tried to loosen the knot. Aizen watched as you struggled, seemingly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Mercifully the knot loosened, allowing you to pull it free and loosening the wrap of your Black Kosode. You peeled it from your rapidly heating body, dropping it to the floor.

Aizens eyes raked over the exposed skin, studying the swell of your breasts sat perkily in your black lacy bra. You could feel as your nipples hardened under his hungry look, brushing against the course netting of your bra. You hooked your fingers into the waist band of your Hakama, shimmying it over your full hips to fall in a pool at your feet. Aizen offered you a large hand to step out from the fabric. Your hand trembled in his own, strong hand. Stepping free, you kicked off your tabi and waraji, Aizen dropped your hand to fall back at your side

You we're thankful you had decided to wear matching underwear this morning as his eyes fixated at the juncture between your thighs. The small Material became damp, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to ease the need you felt between your legs, earning for friction. Your skin prickled as goosebumps erupted at the slight chill in the room.

Aizen stalked forward, circling you slowly. You felt him stop behind you, his breath ghosted over your hair sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his fingers brush against your bra strap, running his finger along the edge. Your eyes closed as you felt him undo the clasp, felt the relief from your breasts escaping their prison. Slowly he pushed a strap down your arm, stroking the skin as he went before doing the same to the other side. Your bra followed the rest of your attire, left forgotten on the floor.

Stood only in your panties you felt a flush of embarrassment flow through you, every imperfection laid bare for your Captain to whiteness. Seconds stretched out painfully in silence though you couldn't find the strength to turn around. Something landing heavily at your side startled you. You peeked down to see your Captains white coat on the floor with your belongings.

The rest of his uniform quickly followed, excitement filled you when the last item hit the floor. The subject of your infatuation was stood behind you naked. Saliva increased in volume in your mouth, literally salivating at the idea.

"Turn" the single command broke the silence. You obey eagerly, turning to see the gloriously naked form of Sousuke Aizen, leaning on the side of his desk, hips jutted out invitingly. Your eyes dropped down to his arousal, thick and swollen with need. The phallic looked smooth and heavy, it twitched excitedly at your intensive look.

"kneel" your eyes snapped back up to meet his own, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised expectantly at your hesitation. "Now, YN"

You hurriedly took a step forward before dropping to your knees. Eye level with his hardened length, musky masculine smell reached your nose. Your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips.

"open". You willing opened your mouth, forming the perfect O. Aizen inched closer to you, rubbing the bulbous head across your bottom lip teasingly. A drop of precum stained your lips, your tongue darted out to taste the moisture. Subtly salty, it made your mouth water. Aizen pushed into your willing mouth, cock gliding over your tongue. You felt the silky skin with your tongue, tentatively tasting his length.

Aizen sucked in a harsh breath above you, hips bucking his length further into your mouth. Taking it as a sign to continue you pull him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently. Aizen smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to hold loosely behind your head in a make shift ponytail. You set the pace, sucking on his cock softly, massaging the length liberally with your tongue. Your head pulled back at a tortuous pace, swirling your wet appendage around the leaking head.

Aizen endured your pace, strong thighs spread in front of you, twitching deliciously during a slow drag of your mouth. Your hands reached out to hold the powerful muscles, raking your nails over his taut skin. Wet slurps mingled with quiet the grunts that managed to escape his control.

The grip on your hair tightened unexpectedly, Aizens feet spread, planting securely on the floor were the only warning you had before Aizen took control. Pushing your head onto his cock as he thrusted forward, Aizen fucked your mouth with the soul purpose of pleasing himself. Breathing heavily through your nose, you try to relax your jaw, giving him free reign to use your mouth.

A quick snap of his hips had you gagging loudly, his erection hitting the back of your throat harshly. Aizen groaned at the noise, eagerly pushing himself further into your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs, clawing at something to hold. "You can take it" his words pulled your eyes upwards, locking into his own. Nearly black with lust he watched you intently as he pushed himself into your mouth to the hilt and holding himself there.

The head of his cock squeezed its way to the back of your throat, making it difficult to breath. Fighting back a threatening gag, you fight the panic of the loss of air, willing yourself to relax. Aizen kept you in place with a firm grip on your hair, the strands tugging painfully at your scalp. The lack of oxygen was becoming to much, your eyes watered at the burn, a tear pulled from your lashes, trailing wetly down your cheek.

Struggling in his grasp, you tried pulling yourself from the intrusive length in your throat. Swallowing thickly around the mass, your throat contrasted in the effort to remove the invading rod. You clawed at Aizens thighs, desperately looking into his cold gaze, begging for release. Just when you thought Aizen wouldn't hear your pleas he pulled back, removing himself from your mouth entirely. You gasped harshly, air rushing back into your burning lungs. Aizen watched as you coughed and spluttered at his feet, hand loosening in your hair to resume petting you gently.

"Beautiful" he murmured, his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that had escaped. He allowed you a moment to collect yourself, soothingly stroking your hair. Breathing turning back to normal, you let out a shaky breath.

Aizens hand on your hair trailed down to your neck, caressed over your shoulder and down to your elbow. Guiding you to your feet, legs trembling, fighting to hold you up right. When you trusted your legs to hold your weight, you looked up into your Captains face. A slight up turn of his lips, too cold to be a real smile is what you saw

"You choking on my cock was a magnificent sight". He praised you, leaning down to kiss you chastely, pulling away too soon for your liking. You let Aizen guide you back to the desk, hand securely holding your elbow. He manoeuvred you to the desk where he was previously sitting, standing close behind you. You felt Aizen push your hair to one side, allowing him access to your neck. Firm hands planted themselves on your shoulders, slowly gliding down your arms to your hands, muttering into your neck "hold the edge of the desk, don't let go" as he bent you over, placing your hands on the opposite side with a squeeze.

You felt exposed, bent naked over his large desk, ass in the air. You felt his hands trails back up your arms as he straightened, caressing your back down to the swell of your ass that he squeezed liberally. Breasts were pressed into the smooth wood of the desk, head hung down to press your forehead to the cool surface. Your breath came out in short pants, heating the little space between your mouth and chest.

Aizen hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them over your ass and down your thighs, letting them pool around your feet. His hands roamed over your ass, admiring the view. Your head snapped back with a guttural moan as Aizen slammed into you unexpectedly. Thick cock stretching you painfully as he filled you completely. He grabbed hold of your sharply hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The slow drag of his length had you feeling every exquisite inch of the velvety flesh as he pulled from you, to snap back in unforgivingly.

The loud slaps of skin on skin broke through the sill calmness of the empty Baracks, echoing sinfully around the room. Your eyes shut in agonising pleasure as he thrust into you lethally, setting a punishing pace. Your lower stomach rippled and contorted, rapidly building up the tension ready to snap into deleterious ecstasy.

Aizen pulled you onto him with every thrust, filling you to the brim. Your knuckles whitened on the desk you clung to desperately, fighting the pull of Aizen pulling you onto his cock. You moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through your abused core. A hand reached out to fist your hair, pulling your head back harshly. Your neck strained against the angle as you keened softly.

"don't cum until I tell you too" Aizens strained voice commanded you, keeping hold of the air of Authority he had been portraying. Your dripping pussy clenched at his words, aching to find release. A whine left your lips, hips slamming into the hard edge of the desk supporting your body. You felt ready to explode, tittering on the edge, an orgasm ready to rip through you.

You clenched your teeth in concentration, striving off your impending release. Aizens hips bounced off your ass with his rapid thrusting, slapping increasing in volume. Pleasure overwhelming, the need to let go was becoming unbearable . Tears pricked in your eyes "Please"  you almost sobbed the word.

"not yet" He told you, releasing your hair to grab one of your legs, pulling it up to rest your knee on the desk before joining his other hand bruising your hip. "Wait until I tell you"

You cried out at his frenzied thrusting, abusing your gspot with practiced accuracy. The new angle had him reaching impossibility deeper. Lewd wet noises penetrated through your desperate haze had you cringing . The sloppy sounds of your sex,evidence of the pleasure you were feeling. Aizens thrusts became erratic, loosing the rhythm in his gear attempt to ascend into bliss. 

"now, YN " he growled behind you, slamming into you with a final blow. Warmth filled you as he released, the thick substance coating your spasming walls, leaking out to drip down onto the polish desk. You screamed silently, mouth hanging open as euphoria washed over you. Endorphins rushed through your body, vision blurring momentarily as your spent pussy milked the last few drops from your captains softening cock. 

Your body went limp, death grip on the desk loosening as you laid boneless, shallowly panting. You groaned as Aizen pulled himself from you entirely, cold empty feeling replacing the full warmth, his ejaculate cooling uncomfortably on your thighs. You heard the movement around you, mind too foggy to place the sounds. 

The wooden roll of a desk draw opening had you blinking away the pull of sleep enticing you. Tenderly you tried to get your arms under you, peeling your sweat soaked skin off the polished wood. Aizen appeared in your vision, redressed in his uniform. He had his glasses back on his nose, hair messily about his face. The hardened look disappeared, replaced with the comforting kindness you had associated with the Captain

He tenderly stroked your hair, pushing the messed up strands over your ear "you did wonderfully, thank you for your assistance this evening, YN chan"  He straightened to his full height, looming over you for a moment before walking to the door, calling softly over his shoulder "get yourself home, YN. "

You watch dumbfounded as he left the office without a backwards glance. The silence in the room was deafening, cool chill became bitingly cold as the feeling of being utterly used swallowed you. You pushed yourself to stand on trembling legs, numbly gathering your clothes and redressing automatically. The difference in the captain was startling. As though two different men inhabited the same body, you struggled to wrap your mind around the contrast between them 

Just who was Sousuke Aizen? 

[gallusrostromegalus]

Are people who've only watched the Bleach anime going to be able to read your fic? Or is there a ton of stuff from the Manga that Anime only people won't get?

Bleach is kind of like the opposite of Yugioh in that while Yugioh had an entire secret season 0, Bleach has like five bonus seasons that crib from kubo's notes so if anything, the anime-only people are over-informed. What I'm (VERY LOOSELY) basing this fic on is:

The manga I read 15 years ago, up to the battle with Aizen

What happened after that, as lovingly infodumped to me by my friends

Reading the fanwiki at 2 AM while trying to adjust my psychiatric medication.

So, if you watched one episode while high several years ago, you probably know enough. Teenagers fighting Ghosts yadda yadda the afterlife is Fantasy Medieval Japan for Poorly Explained Reasons yadda yadda Cool-Ass Swords and Probably-unintentional homoertoticism that I'm making VERY intentional yadda yadda 00's-typical Shonen Jump editorial fuckery yadda yadda More than one of the Main Characters is a cat, boom that's all you need to know.

[otaku553]

Hello! I saw your recent art of sabo, and in the tags you mentioned the big 3 of Shounen. I know it’s One piece and Naruto, but what’s the third? How come you like the character? Lovely artwork, it’s candy for the soul!! Thank you •u•

Ah thank you!!! The big three of shonen (for I guess the previous generation?) are Naruto, One Piece, and Bleach. Naruto and Bleach have already ended but it seems like One Piece is still going quite strong, despite the new generation of shonen anime (including Hero Aca, Demon Slayer, and the third spot is still debated! Probably JJK is my guess though that falls into its own sub genre of shonen dark fantasy I suppose)

Here are my favs! I’ll put the reasons why I like them in the read more because it’s quite long :)

Despite watching Naruto first I could never actually finish it because it was so long so I kind of just osmosed the later parts of shippuden through fanfics and other such media ^^; I think it’s pretty difficult to pick a definitive fav for Naruto because I feel like it tends to fumble a bit of its character writing? I think if I had to pick one maybe young Kakashi but still kind of eh. Maybe I just didn’t watch far enough to get attached

As for Bleach, I picked it up years ago around middle school and then dropped it after the first hundred episodes or so because filler got boring for younger me but then I picked it up again in high school and managed to at least get past aizen! And then I dropped it there because I wasn’t interested in any continuation after what seemed like an already pretty strong ending.

Toshiro is my favorite because he falls into all niches of character tropes that I enjoy including but not limited to: child genius who acts responsible but is still somewhat immature, cold personality along with ice powers but fierce loyalty to close relationships. I especially enjoy child genius characters for the contradictory dichotomy of what is expected of them in terms of maturity and knowledge and the amount of pressure these kinds of characters face and how they handle it! That said, I enjoy him more for the tropes that he falls into and my personal interpretation of him rather than canon writing for him. I think that though canon is an alright base, he doesn’t get much time to shine (character-wise instead of combat-wise).

And Sabo. Oh my goodness I am brainrotting so hard over Sabo right now. The ASL siblings in general have a vice grip on my heart and really are not letting go. There is so much tragedy in the way that they are written, that works because there are three of them. Ace and Luffy spend so much effort trying to save the only brother they have left in the world not realizing that if they go they’ll be the first to go actually because Sabo is still alive, and Sabo could have done so much and changed so much if only he had regained his memories sooner. Why didn’t he remember sooner? I can only assume it’s because he didn’t want to remember, because he grew out his hair to cover a scar he wasn’t proud of, because he was running away from his origins when he lost his memories and maybe that stuck with him. I don’t even remember when Sabo was introduced as a character because I don’t think he was mentioned during Marineford? But he’s such a compelling character because he does so much to save the world and yet is unable to save his own brother! And he’s written to fit with Ace and Luffy incredibly well, being the voice of reason where they can’t be.

[redflagfan]

I played the “Shattered Souls” demo, and you should too! (Mini review)

TL;DR: I am so excited for the full release of this this fun dark fantasy isekai otome game!

Shattered Souls is an upcoming game by @eternallovestudios. They just launched their Kickstarter and you can check out their short demo (one to two hours) on Steam or on itch.io.

In the words of the studio...

Celeste finds herself fighting for her life after enduring a betrayal that no one should experience.

As she nears her final breath, she is whisked away to a different world: Remoire.

Things are not as they seem, though. She’s not a mortal. Her past is as vast as the ocean. Her soul is fractured and barely holding together from the traumas she’s faced and forgotten. She must heal herself or even the tiniest tragedy could shatter her. But she’s not the only one who is broken.

Join Celeste as she fights not only to save her own life, but to change the lives of those around her. 

Will you traverse worlds, realms, and even time itself? Will you test your fate? Will you try again?

I played the demo, and I can't wait for more!

In this game, you play as Celeste - a mortal (?) girl determined to seek revenge, but also tied to seven different men (the romanceable characters). These are:

Marris: Literally God

Lance: The Actual "White Knight"

Shiro: Tsundere Demon Hunter

Ezra: Warrior Priest

Aizen: The Emperor

Karver: Childhood Best Friend

Eternal: ???

Basically, in the demo, you get introduced to Celeste's world and meet all these men. While this demo was short, it left me wanting more!

Here's what I liked:

The voice acting!! I love that this is a fully voice acted demo. It added so much to the game. Marris had me honestly laughing out loud!

The soundtrack! The music in this demo was beautiful. I can't wait to hear more of it.

The atmosphere! There was some tonal whiplash just in this demo, and I thought the devs did a great job of having me laughing but just a few minutes later, creating a dark, creepy atmosphere.

The art! Beautiful backgrounds and character design, especially on our MC, Celeste. She was so pretty I found myself just staring at her sprite the whole time!

And of course...the men! Seven is an ambitious amount of LIs, but I appreciated that each of them came off as distinct and unique. Plus, as someone who is a sucker for tsunderes and the childhood best friend trope, I can already tell who I'm going to go for first hahaha.

Basically, this game immediately sucked me in. I really enjoyed the world the demo set up and it left me wanting more - especially because there were a lot of questions raised that don't have answers yet. It feels like a lot of work went into building this fantasy world and I want more!

The writing is really good too and some of the lines were kinda silly, but the VAs said them with their chest lmao so it was good. I really liked the story. I feel like isekai is everywhere these days but this seems like it'll be something different from the usual.

I really recommend checking out this demo, and if you can, supporting the Kickstarter! I already have lmao. Please do because one of the stretch goals is a NSFW DLC.........

[wreakhavic]

Ok ok now everyone listen.

This is the closest to Aizen saying "Poor thing" I could find (a part of Show Hayami in Serial Experiments Lain saying "Poor you, Lain") !!

Lucky us c: