#bleachy

[lillyjen]

Thinking about modern fairytales got me thinking:

Modern cinderella wouldn't be covered in cinders, since fireplaces aren't a thing any more, so would would her trademark be instead?

As someone who's sensitive to smells, I'm going to go with "she probably smells like cleaning products - especially as the modern equivalent to owning an estate might be considered owning an appartment/office building (I'm gonna go with offices, since people have a somewhat more personal relationship with cleaners who come into their homes than they do with the people who clean their workspaces, usually after hours - the family lives in the penthouse, the only domestic suite in the building, but cinderella is the only cleaner hired for the entire building. It's probably more of a low rise than a high rise. But it still has several floors. Could be her father's company - perhaps the stepmother sold the company bht kept the building to rent out?).

Can't think of a good nickname derived from that, though...

[fierceyetflawed]

"does anyone leave their hometown and then actually survive?" bleachers shit hits too close to home

[create-with-afp]

Writing... this day of 8.29.24

To sum up my writing endeavors for the last few months: "Eh." Like, I think about the next chapter, which is from the POV of Isane. I can visualize the series of events that will take place in this chapter, and I get excited to write in her voice and experience the quiet and the chaos of the Fourth through her. Then, I sit down and....

Nada.

I stare into the white page and the blinking caret and... nothing.

Personally, I blame coming down with Covid and the exhaustion of both Covid and living in general.

I did some free writing on other parts of my current project, and that turned out all nice and well. I'm still working through the editing process of that chapter, but I think the outline currently holds up when drafting some of the "plottier" scenes. Which is nice. Sometimes my outlines get murdered in the practice of actually writing the chapter because I get there only to realize that "no, in fact, X would very much not do this in Y circumstance, but I like the tension of this scene, so I'm gonna need to push Z back a little to make this feel genuine and authentic to the source." (And this is how you wind up writing 100k+ word stories.)

Maybe I will write a little on some WIP-ideas just to get back in the habit. (Do some meaningless fluff before tackling what will be a ride for poor Isane.)

[icybreaths]

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[bongjuiceconcentrate]

i cant decide how i wan die my hair :c

[possum-tooth]

missed a lot of spots. ugh

[are-we-really-doing-this]

WORKHORSEMEN TAGGING WITH LEE MORIARTY, IS FOR ME

[meowse]

guys what freakin color should i dye my hair.

[beautifulblackbutterflies]

I only do this all the time. Where's Katalina? Oh yeah, in my sketchbook/hard drive😅

You ever watching a show you made an oc (original character) for and your waiting for them to show up then you remember they don’t canonically exist in said show.

Been watching Bleach and I made an oc and I keep waiting for her to show up, then she doesn’t.

I’m like wtf then oh right she doesn’t exist outside of my head my bad oops.



[elodieunderglass]

As someone who has followed horse racing casually off and on for many years, I am greatly enjoying the jockeyposting. Killie is a delightfully fucked up Little Guy. I have two questions. 1) what is Thunder’s coat color? Based on your illustrations he seems to be a classic big red chestnut? And 2) but, what if you *did* talk about Godolphin? I know bits and pieces about them but I’d love to read what you have to say on the topic

Oh you’re way too kind to me! And for 1) I am instantly petrified with anxiety.

I … call O Holy Thunder a liver chestnut. I … might be wrong. Liver chestnut suddenly stopped looking like words. This is exactly the kind of thing you say, and then someone gently tells you that he’s a dilute silver black with admittedly deceptive sun bleaching, or something. He is usually drawn with a sort of greyish chocolate, then some orange highlights, and an orange bleachiness to his mane and tail, and usually a spray or scribble of black over the top.

He is whatever makes a horse goth but also ginger. And the orange around his face is purely because my art skills don’t extend to making a dark brown horse emote when you can’t see his features.

Flaxen liver chestnut with sooty? Is that a thing? Sounds like a thing? Somebody shut me up please. Goth ginger finger-eater! Rancid!

2) I don’t have any gossip on Godolphin, I’m just a Tumblr person of leftist tendencies, and it’s a sport entrenched in the right wing, because horses are about land justice. Untouchable billionaire royalty, man.

Anyway, please do correct me on whatever the hell colour this horse is!

[nyc-looks]

Valentina, 23

“I’m wearing Ugg boots, thrifted kilt, Guizio sweater, and jewelry by my brand Bleachy’s. Right now my style is inspired by wanting to stay warm while still looking cool.”

Sep 27, 2023 ∙ Soho

[mechatyto]

just two dudes and their matching purple mullets

[☕️]

also some color shifts for fun:

rosy pink, bleachy-faded orange, and classic blonde

[icybreaths]

Thinking about Jewel getting stabbed and using her ice to push the blade out of her body. It crops up from the wound and encases the blade. Further growth pushes it out, and then the wound seals itself over in frostbite.

[muses-with-afp]

Micro-Musing

I'm gonna be real here and admit that it was probably on my second or...  tenth... viewing of this panel that I caught the comedy of it--i.e., Byakuya letting poor Renji skid into the wall. As to Byakuya's intention here, one might say, "Well, perhaps he doesn't know that Renji is getting dragged right now," or, "Maybe it couldn't be helped given all that war going on around them."

Yeah, I'm not so sure, friend-o.

Look at Rukia's face.

She is on the other side of Byakuya (the safe side), and even she notices her buddy getting pummeled by Wall.

Then, there is the very obvious "OW!" coming out of Renji.

And the sound effect!

Yes, I know. It's all very subtle. (Which is probably why I missed it the first twenty times.)

What really sells it for me as an intentional dragging, though, is Byakuya's face.

That's the face of a man who knows what he's doing.

So, then, for me, the question becomes: To what end, man?

My rote, boring first thought is that he's teasing Renji for not thinking it through since... well... Byakuya is Renji's boss, and, after all their Super Fancy Royal Realm Training, Renji shouldn't need to be bailed out like this... and with Byakuya's baby sister in tow, no less! Tsk, tsk. In which case, this is just a gentle ribbing. A proverbial smack on the hand. A tongue-in-cheek critique. A fun little shoulder check into a wall. You know, sane Bleachy boss things that totally wouldn't merit a call to HR. (As if Soul Society had a functioning HR prior to all this war happening.)

The zanier part of my brain wants to make it about this:

True, I'm am never not thinking about this spread. Yes, I realize it's non-canonical. No, I don't care. I choose to believe its purpose is to lay out the goofy feelings all these characters have toward themselves and/or their buddies/family/workmates that can't be fully scoped out in the story proper because... well ... the character dynamics may be why I like Bleach, but that's not the only thing Bleach is about.

My brain jumps to this vignette in particular because we have a very obvious dick joke.

And, looking onto said dick joke is Byakuya with his plate firmly in hand.

Maybe he's just putting it all together regarding Renji and Rukia's relationship. Perhaps he already knows and is just very unamused that it's unfolding in public... or ... in front of him... or (let's be honest) at all.

So, my tinfoil hat explanation/headcanon for this--

--is Byakuya knows. He knows all about Renji's interest in his sister. He knows all about their "training" sesh in the Royal Realm.

Whether he knows because of direct observation and hearsay or whether he knows on some unconscious level....

He knows.

And so he's dragging Renji--at least in part--because Renji has intentions toward his baby sister, and he, as big brother, feels an obligation--nay, a duty--to harass Renji over it. Playfully. Unseriously. But, still. Them's the breaks, Renji.

You chose this.

💀💀💀

[fandomwe1rd0]

Rick Sanchez/Reader aftercare fic!

TW for suggestive, there's dirty jokes, but no smut or anything like that. The whole story is under the cut! I'm bad at writing flirty dialogue so feel free to give me tips/constructive criticism!

After you and Rick were done, both of you were covered in sweat, laying on his thin, yet still somehow plush. The smell in the air musky and bleachy. Both of your clothes on heaps on the floor, meanwhile both of your chests were rising and falling, attempting to catch your breath after what happened. Meanwhile, you're so sore, not minding as much right now, too busy basking in the afterglow. You smiled as you turned to Rick "Rick that was...amazing." You breathed out. Rick smirked as he spoke, his voice deep, breathy, and husky. "Well, I happen to have a lot of experience. And well, let's just say..." His eyes roam over your body "I know what you want." He adds, giving you a devious wink. Your face turns red as you swiftly turn your head, coughing loudly. Rick laughs and continues attempting to catch his breath.

After he caught his breath, Rick got up and started looking around, his eyes narrowed in on his blue boxers, all the way on the other side of the room. He shook his head muttering "Jeezus, how do you get my boxers all the way across the room?" Rick got up and began advancing towards them.

You sat up in the bed, using the blanket to cover you, eyebrows wincing, and a frown on your face. Rick gives you a sideways glance while pulling up his boxers "W-*burp*-hat? Why are you looking at me like I just killed your puppy?" You looked down "So...no cuddling?" Rick's eyes widened for a split second, his lips pressed in a thin line. Before he laughed as sat next to you, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. "You're such a sap." He teased, his voice fond. Nuzzling himself into your hair. You smile as you hold onto his arm. 

After a while you tilt your head up, leaning in, but then Rick puts a finger to your lips. "Not a chance, I know where that mouth has been." Your face turns tomato red as your mouth starts to look like a lowercase n. Rick laughs as he scoops you up bridal style "C'mon, let's get you a shower, you're all sticky and sweat-covered." You stammer out "A-and who's fault is that!?" You ask accusingly, glaring at him. Rick laughs, putting one hand up defensively, while the other one is still holding onto you "Hey, it's not my fault you want to jump my bones as soon as we get into my room." Your face again turned into a crimson shade. God, you hated how good he was at doing that. Rick gave you a coy smile "Can't say that I blame you when the Rick Sanchez is your partner after all..." You scoff and cross your arms. Trying not to nuzzle into his chest as you normally do. You hear Rick's laugh "God, you're so cute when you're flustered." You blink then smile softly "T-thanks.." Rick gave you a lopsided grin, kissing your cheek. "Don't mention it, babe." 

When you finally approach the shower, Rick gently puts you down, stripping his boxers down as he joins you. He turns on the shower. You shiver as you feel a warm liquid run down your legs. "Ugh...I feel so weak after that...you don't have to go so rough! Ugh, you know I can't walk when you go that rough!" Rick quirked an eyebrow "Ohhhh really now...? I recall someone saying...what was that again?" He puts on his best impression of you "'O-Ohhhh! Y-yes Rick! R-R-Right there! G-go harder! Harrddderrrr!'" Your jaw falls to the floor as you push him "Don't-!" Rick was just guffawing, having the time of his life. You scoffed as you looked away "Y-y'know it wouldn't kill you to be romantic every now and then..." Rick tilts your chin to him. He leans in and you close your eyes and pucker your lips. He begins kissing you, much more conservative with the tongue than usual. Slowly moving his mouth against yours, as he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You lean into his warm hand as you hold onto it. Throwing another arm around his neck, tangling your hand in his hair, which is somehow soft, despite it always looking stiff. He puts one of his hands around your waist, furrowing his brows as his kiss becomes a little more aggressive, you tilted your head up to meet his kiss better, sliding your hand from his neck to his chest, hands fisting into his blue shirt, pulling him closer. He eventually breaks apart, nibbling your bottom lip while doing so, leaving you in a soft gasp, feeling the ghost of Rick's lips on your own. "How was that for romantic?" He teased. You blinked speechless for a moment Then once you collected yourself, you gave him a loving smile, throwing your hands around his neck limply "Just kiss me more you big ol' grump." He gave a shit-eating grin "With pleasure"

After you both were finished showering, Rick gave you the towel, leaving himself wet. Just throwing his clothes on. Once you settle back into bed. You put your arms around Rick's neck, as Rick holds onto your waist, which is your usual cuddling position. You bit your lip and spoke "Uhm...hey....so....uhm...I've been thinking...is it really...good to do this in your family's house...?" Rick quirked one part of his unibrow and sighed "I soundproofed the room." You shake your head "No..it's not about that...the problem is when your son-in-law comments that I 'must like it rough' in front of your daughter and grandkids after he saw the hickeys and bite marks that, by the way, you left on my neck." 

You shiver with discomfort as you remember just calmly eating your dinner. Then Jerry cocked one of his brows as he saw hickeys and bite marks littered around your neck. You gave him a confused glance and he said "Sorry! I just saw your neck! There's a lot of hickeys there...you must like it rough." Morty choked down his drink, Summer briefly looked up from her phone, looking at your neck, before shrugging and returning back to whatever she was doing on her phone. Beth dropped her fork and just stared at him with a disgusted face for a second. Before harshly whispering to him. You couldn't make it all out, but you could hear the words "Disrespectful...too much....rude..." 

Rick rolled his eyes, waving his hand "That's just Jerry, and he shut up real quick once I gave him a death glare." You sighed "It's...it's just...I...I know we don't say this a lot but...y'know that I love you..." Rick's eyes widened for a moment, and his lips parted in a soft gasp. You swear you felt him flinched before he averted his eyes and muttered "Uh...yeah...thanks..." He rubs his neck, avoiding your  gaze at all costs, not looking at your face "You're uh..." He trailed off...never finishing his sentence. You wince involuntarily, your heart feeling like it just got shot. You've been with him for a while now, and he still hasn't once said "I love you" He told you about Diane...so you understood why...but it still always hurt. You ignore the pain in your heart as you look down. Rick sighed "Look, I know you want...that you wanna say something, jus-*burp*-just spit out." You finally just spit it out "I think we should move out. Your family is lovely, I really mean that, but we should be able to get our own place and be able to just be together! Just the two of us..." You feel your cheeks flush slightly at the thought before word vomit falls from your mouth in an attempt to convince him, rapidly moving your hands "W-We can visit as much as you want! And call them whenever you want! We can even choose somewhere close and-" Rick presses a finger to your lip "'m....I'm just really tired right now. We'll talk about this later." You nod solemnly as you lay against Rick's chest. Rick runs his finger through your hair as if an apology for avoiding this conversation again. You start to feel your eyelids get heavy as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was always so calming..just know that despite everything, Rick was still a human, and had a heartbeat just like everyone else..it was...nice. Before long, you fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.