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short-yandere-stories · 1 day

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying.

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up.

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.”

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#yandere #yandere x reader #short yandere stories #shortyanderestories #sys #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere drabbles #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenario #yandere scenarios #yandere bleach #yandere aizen #yandere sosuke aizen #bleach #sosuke aizen #yandere anime #yandere manga

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chaoticreivingu · 9 months

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Imagine suddenly dying on the battlefield, accepting it wholeheartedly, but then getting revived against your will, without your consent, and nobody doing anything to stop it or pointing out how unethical it is.

Furthermore, 3 of your subordinates and comrades' souls unwillingly get stuffed inside of you, forever unable to rest in peace. And even after months, decades of living as a forced stitched together corpse, no one has a problem with it.

That's the current life of Izuru Kira.

#i know going against Mayuri would be a bad idea but still #plus iirc the Kira short story pointed out that he's constantly in pain?#why has nobody done anything about this even 12 years later in the hell arc one shot #bleach #bleach meta #izuru kira #kira izuru #kira

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swan2swan · 6 months

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When Bleach manga finally returns in 2025, I hope we get a full Isane subplot. Flashbacks of her and Retsu. Her learning Unohana's strongest healing techniques, and/or struggling to master them.

We got to see Unohana passing her combat skills on to Zaraki, but she chose Isane to take up her healing techniques, too. There had to have been a story there--a torch that she passed, a spark she saw, a key to her life beyond combat.

#give me the story of the tall lesbian #bleach #isane kotetsu #retsu unohana #THERE'S MORE BEYOND COMBAT #and it can be as short as half a chapter too #preferably a whole chapter or two #would kill for a romance flashback with them #but #yeah #reflecting on zaraki's final chapters with unohana and thinking about the fact that her other half lived too #THAT'S WHAT WAS IN THE NOTE

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starlit-stories · 1 year

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30 Second Read... Shunsui & Jushiro

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings: Kyouraku Shunsui x GN!Reader x Ukitake Jushiro

Notes: First and foremost I wanna say that I haven’t started watching 1000 year blood war yet, so yeah, can’t wait for the pain lol. There are no spoilers here just a random thought I needed to get out. -Mod Kay

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Rays of light danced over your closed eyes. Subconsciously letting out a little sigh, you listen as the world slowly awakens around you. Snuggling further into the chest in front of you, willing sleep to re-embrace you. The sound of a steady heartbeat soothing you along.

However, the body behind you begins shifting. Fingertips trace paths up and down your sides in a teasing motion. You can't help but try and shift away from the ticklish sensation, earning you a chuckle in response. "What's wrong, love? Can't fall back asleep?"

You huffed, reopening your eyes to send a half-hearted glare over your shoulder. "I would have fallen back asleep if you'd stopped letting your hands wander."

Shunsui let out a breathy chuckle, voice raspy from sleep. "Is it such a crime to want to memorize every inch of my spouse's body?" He winked, causing you to roll your eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

"After all the nights we've shared, I'm surprised you don't already have it memorized."

"Never hurts to re-familiarize oneself."

A soft chuckle captures both of your attention. "My, you two are lively this morning." Jushiro gazes at the two of you, exhaustion still clear on his face however his brown eyes were filled with nothing but adoration.

Leaning close, you place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Sorry for waking you Jushiro."

He chuckles again, right hand reaching up to gently cup your face. His wedding bands glow in the soft morning light. "Please," he places another soft kiss on your lips. Once you part, he reaches over you to place a kiss on Shunsui's smiling face. "Every morning I wake beside the two of you is a dream that never ends."

#kyouraku shunsui #ukitake jushiro #shunsui x reader #ukitake x reader #kyouraku shunsui x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #bleach x reader #kyoraku x ukitake #shunsui x jushiro #bleach #Writing by Mod Kay #30 second read #short story #bleach headcanons #bleach imagines

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nakunakunomi · 1 year

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Knowing better - Gin Ichimaru x Reader

Rewatching bleach with @blueflamebimbo in order to prepare for the new anime [and to hopefully watch it soon]. I am very much head empty, only thoughts of Bleach loves lately, and this little thing happened. I don't see that much love for Gin online, so here's my little contribution. Enjoy.

2nd person. Gn reader.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

Cold water dripped down from your chin back into the sink, you didn’t bother pressing a towel to your face after splashing it with cold water. Your reflection looked tired, and disheveled, with your hair out of place and bags under your eyes. You had been working overtime, training extra hard in all of your free time. There was a seated position opening up and you were aching for a promotion. You knew you were capable, you worked hard enough and that definitely didn’t go unnoticed, but it all did take a toll on your body. You were desperate for a break, and that’s when it had happened.

The captain of the third squad had seen you training, pushing yourself to the edge over and over again. He had observed, somehow, and the mere action had sent shivers up your spine. It was one thing being watched, but there was something about his presence, his expression, everything made it somehow worse than when it would have been anyone else. Anyone but him.

And yet. When he approached you to make remarks, there had been useful tips in his teasing commentary. Your posture had improved and your hado was a little more effective. You knew deep inside that you were supposed to feel uneasy and threatened almost, the way most people would describe they felt around the silver-haired captain. And yet. You had felt seen, you had answered his remarks with a confidence you never had before.

He’d laughed. It was a strange sound, one you had never heard before. Sure, he was always smiling, but you realized at that moment you hadn’t ever heard him laugh. You had been intrigued, confident and curious, and that was not the reaction he’d been used to. It had led to almost a stare-off, both of you standing so close to each other, there was almost tangible tension between the two of you. You weren’t quite sure what kind of tension it was, and you didn’t stick around to find out. Your confidence disappeared just as fast as it had surged, and you politely excused yourself, getting away from the captain with a quick flash step, ending up in the bathroom where you were now splashing cold water on your face.

You would be lying to yourself if you said this was the very first time you spent being watched by Ichimaru, and you would be lying even harder if you said there wasn’t a part of you enjoying the attention. There was such a strange duality to every single interaction you had with the man. A duality where you knew you had to be on edge and you should probably avoid this person. No matter the fact that you were in the same organisation and supposed to be on the same side, just like many others, you felt like there was something off about him, and any time spent far away from him, was time well spent.

Yet you couldn’t help but feel your curiosity piqued. You couldn’t help but make the conversations linger a little longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help yourself from using his own teasing remarks against him every once in a while. Rationally, it felt wrong, but emotionally it made you feel an exciting kind of giddy.

You looked at your reflection again, thoughts racing through your head. Maybe you should confront him. Maybe you should have an actual conversation with him, get the tension resolved and -hopefully- out of the way. But you knew deep inside that the chances of having a normal conversation with him were small to nonexistent. He loved the chase and the thrill too much to just let your little game come to an abrupt halt while there was still so much to get out of you.

Sure, there were many ways you could resolve your quickening heartbeat, the sudden anxiety, the sweaty palms, every time he was near. Sure, you would feel more at ease knowing that he would not just pop around whenever you were working or training. But you also knew you would miss it. You would miss the attention, the game, almost as much as you’d miss him.

You shouldn’t play along. You should know better.

#bleach #gin x reader #ichimaru x reader #gin ichimaru x reader #gin ichimaru #bleach gin #reader insert #blurb #drabble #short story

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mamahoggs · 1 year

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thinking about these little icons i did back in…. july?? of penny and émile.. i miss his farquaad cut but i can never find a version in the sims that suits him

#also yeah i abandoned penny’s bleached front pieces as a design choice however the short hair is a later story thing #has your protagonist really grown if they haven’t gotten at least one mental breakdown haircut #anyway do y’all wanna see more art bc i’ve been getting the Urge again #im also uh A Little low on money so i’m contemplating opening icon commissions #lian blabs

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grimmhoe · 2 years

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I made this for my Instagram account. :)

I’m trying to make my posts on there all official Bleach content, edits, and my own art instead of editing fan art for my stories. In attempting to make my own content, it spurred this edit. As for the story I made for this edit, I’ll include it here too (under this image).

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┆♕┆ Cafe Mundo┆♕┆⠀

⠀ ⠀To bridge peace between the different soul races, a conference was the initial plan. However, battling would be involved if Grimmjow—who was forced to go, showed up. To the formers sixth’s fortune, Nelliel advised against the conference idea and Grimmjow fabricated a new plan that would suffice—in theory.

⠀ ⠀ “Welcome to Cafe Mundo,” were the blank words that echoed from Grimmjow into the large room. His face, in contrast, appeared to be charmed— excited.

⠀ ⠀ Nelliel frowned. She wasn’t too pleased with the idea. Specifically not how it was brought to fruition. Nor was Grimmjow’s cold welcome anymore convincing than it was detrimental to their efforts.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Halibel’s going to hate this idea,” she commented, looking up at him, while lightly tugging at the skirt of her maid ensemble.

⠀ ⠀ She wasn’t being pessimistic. It was true that with the progress they made, neither really held up their idea in a favorable manner.

⠀ ⠀ “You asked that I don’t kill, do anything stupid, and that the idea be one everyone can get behind,” he began before narrowing his eyes. “And you helped me steal everything to make this happen.”⠀

⠀ ⠀ It was true. Nelliel had gone to the world of the living at night with Grimmjow just to steal furniture, paintings, plants and more from some random restaurant. It was also her idea to steal the items after Grimmjow proposed turning one of the grand, large rooms of the palace into a cafe.

⠀ ⠀ She folded her arms over her chest before sheepishly looking off to the side. “Well y-you—! You said food will bring everyone together,” she exclaimed.⠀

⠀ ⠀ He let out a laugh. “I said a pretty maid will do the trick, but you run your mouth too much.”⠀

⠀ ⠀ Despite his seemingly harsh words, he was teasing her. It was their norm.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Well, how will we disguise our masks. I know the Soul Reapers will judge,” she changed the subject, looking back at him once again.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Grimmjow furrowed his brows, thinking for a moment. “Hm.” He eyed her. “We don’t. We’re in our uniform, something most Soul Reapers don’t give a rat’s ass about— unless you’re talking about the ones in lower ranks or the kiss asses,” he shrugged.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “You’re forgetting some can be a stickler about it, regardless of rank,” she said.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Nonsense! They’ll worry more about having poison in their food than what parts of ourselves we’re showin’ off to ‘em,” he reassured, his tone softer, but still with its natural harshness lingering about.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Grimmjow helped Nelliel with the finishing touches in the cafe, before helping study one of the cook books he had stolen. Neither of them had a clue what their menu was supposed to look like— let alone how to make the dishes. They had more ingredients than they’d really need, but it was a start, regardless. Yet, it didn’t change just how stumped they felt.

⠀ ⠀ Nelliel leaned over, looking at the book, but not without sensing Grimmjow’s growing frustration. She took it from his hands, having a more suitable plan in mind.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Hey—“⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Go get some other arrancar. That’ll make it easier and we’ll be able to have this place open to all by the time Halibel returns,” she calmly ordered.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Without a fuss, Grimmjow nodded and left to do as he was told. In the meantime, Nelliel tried to prepare the dishes, or at least figure out how to.⠀

⠀ ⠀ A day later, and Halibel returned. There was all sorts of spiritual pressures swirling the palace. At first, a flurry of worry got to her, thinking that perhaps Grimmjow and Nelliel were ambushed in the time she was away. To her surprise, they had a whole cafe running—thanks to Urahara, whom they both reluctantly called upon since he had some expertise on running a business.

⠀ ⠀ “Welcome to Cafe Mundo!” Grimmjow enthusiastically greeted.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “What is this?!” Halibel inquired, looking around before firmly setting her emerald eyes on the blue haired nuisance.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “We’ll explain later, but first you need your uniform!” Nelliel exclaimed, coming up from behind.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Grimmjow nodded, and together, they made it through the crowded line of distinct souls, then past the tables before pulling the blonde to the back. In a single day, business was booming. Really, it was just the fact everyone heard “free food,” and rushed over without knowing how Nelliel and Grimmjow were getting everything. She also couldn’t help but notice everyone was eating together from a half-assed, concoction of a plan that neither of them sought her approval for.

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The story itself is short simply to fit into Instagram’s caption character limits— which I TOTALLY went over. But for Tumblr, this version is a bit better in word choice, added detail, grammar, etc.

I also am aware of how nonsensical this story is, but that is the point. To have fun, I mean. Regardless, I hope those who read it enjoy it!

Maybe one day I’ll make longer stories exclusive to tumblr. Also! If anyone can teach me how to RP here on Tumblr, that’d be lovely. 🥺🥺

#bleach grimmjow #grimmjow x nelliel #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #nelliel tu odelschwanck #bleach nelliel #bleach edit #short fiction #short story #grimmjow fanart #bleach fanfiction #bleach fic

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cottageivy · 1 year

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hairstyle meme

i was insanely late on this when i did the screenshots, and even later when i finally put them in the template and i wasnt even tagged. but! im dumb and have hair lore about eliza that no one cares about so really im doing this for me lol

#myedits*#ts4 #hairstyle meme #shes actually naturally a red head with curly hair but her hair care and bleaching technique leave a lot to be desired lol #so her hair is wavy now with her blonde hair. she had red hair when i started posting her in gameplay #but that was after a long stint of purple hair so it had to slowly got curlier.#everytime i put her in curly hair for posts here i miss it so when her life slows down a bit #(aka she gets her damn starlight accolade)#i think ill let her hair be healthy lol.#also shes never had short hair before for some reason but that short hair. is speaking to me/her.#also the bangs are amazing.#she might be switching it up in upcoming gameplay posts #...is me rambling in the tags more or less annoying than doing it in the post lol #shes an oc that you only see a certain bit of ehr since i post her in gameplay not a story yknow #so no one cares ajdajd but its fine i love her <4 #*<3

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harriet-chambers · 1 year

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Rotten to the Core ~ Disney's Descendents

ok i think queenie and mary have mal and evie vibes so im going to go with queenie as she's the more. evil of the two but disney evil where she's just sort of a bitch occasionally. however its part of her personality so she's allowed to have a moment occasionally

#its all part of her ~*tragic backstory*~ also im just now realising how bad supercorp has leaked into these two #um. this feels shorts so heres queenie trivia #her full name is victoria. she is transgender and named herself after a different oc of mine who is dead at the time of her story #she's interested in historical media but since she's from the future our current media is history to her #even thought they live in a magic world or whatever all our modern shows exist. she enjoys the bold and the beautiful #which is an american soap opera. she is also a fan of neighbours and home and away. her thoughts on katya are similar to mine #albeit slightly more mentally ill about her #hm. she's a lesbian but didn't come out as lesbian until she was 18. she came out as trans at 14 #she has a long lost brother except he's not really long lost she was instead. her father is dead and her mother doesnt speak to her #her favorite song is sun bleached flies by ethel cain. teaching children to gamble is a hobby of hers #she owns a roulette wheel but only uses it when she has jackson and his friends over. thats all i can think of for now

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reflectionsinphotographs · 2 years

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Origin story behind this one: my parents sent me info about a local writing contest in the town they live in, and the prompt for the contest was “Hometown Memories” (and if you know the town: keep it to yourself and don’t dox me, please).

So my dumbass was like “oh yeah, let’s take that casual, wholesome prompt and write about returning to my childhood church after (presumably) years of therapy to heal from my religious trauma, much of which was acquired within said childhood church! Surely this is what they were looking for when they created this prompt! I’m not taking it too far at all!”

Anyway, I can’t submit it for the contest because I don’t want my parents reading it, so I thought I’d send it into the Tumblr void. Hope you enjoy <3

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The minute I turned into the parking lot, a debilitating wave of nostalgia hit me. It made my heart hurt, and I parked quickly, stepping out of my car and looking up at the building in front of me in a dazed reverie.

The church was smaller than I remembered it (though I guess the last time I was here I was much smaller). A thousand memories danced around me, and I was only standing in the parking lot.

Irrational fear gripped my heart as I slowly walked towards the front door, as if the moment I stepped inside, I would erupt into flames. As if I would be struck down the second I crossed the threshold.

How dare I return to the Lord’s house, after all these years?

And yet, as I opened the doors and stepped inside, there was no fire. There was no grand disaster to end me, to send me down to Hell where I surely belonged. There was only the sound of the door closing behind me, and my heavy breathing to cut through the silence.

The church was empty, like I hoped it would be. I didn’t want anyone to be here right now. They didn’t need to see me like this, cowering in the chapel doorway as if some invisible monster was around the corner.

Slowly, tentatively, I took my hand off the doorknob.

I began to walk, with fearful trepidation.

My mind shut down, letting muscle memory guide me into the chapel.

To say that it looked exactly the same as I remembered it would be overstating my memory; it wasn’t exact. But it was similar enough to make me choke back a wave of nausea.

I found myself wandering down the aisle, feeling like a ghost stuck between two worlds. There was an ocean between me and the girl I was last time I was here, and I could hardly even begin to process the crushing onslaught of memories that came rushing back to me.

The whole room glowed with an otherworldly familiarity; comforting, but tainted with something else, something darker. The high chapel ceilings were painted white, accenting the intricate stained-glass windows that lined the walls. The carpets were the same shade of weird gray-green that I remembered, matching the cushions on the pews so perfectly it was almost hard to separate them. And the pews; I found myself unconsciously running a hand along the sides, tracing them as I made my way towards the front of the room.

I was already blinking back tears, and I hadn’t even gotten to the altar. My feet stopped me before I could, and I slipped into one of the pews, welcoming the familiar embrace of the hard wood and scratchy upholstery. And for a moment, everything was still.

That’s when I began to cry.

The air around me felt thick, and my tears fell with the weight of every sin I had committed. Just because I felt no remorse for my actions didn’t mean that the fear of Hell hadn’t been drilled into me, hadn’t burrowed itself into the very fiber of my being, as if to ensure that I would never be free from the cross I was shackled to at birth.

Yet, as I cried, I felt the building welcome me. Despite every disdainful remark, every venom-soaked platitude I had spit at the church, it still somehow felt like coming home.

And in that moment, I had lived and died a thousand times in that room.

I am not sorry. I refuse to apologize for who I am.

I shouted inside my mind, and the building listened. An air of comfort seeped into my skin, relaxing the muscles that had been tense since I arrived. I might’ve been praying, but at that point I wasn’t sure. If I was, I don’t think it was to God. I think it was to every iteration of myself that walked within these walls. Every bright-eyed kid who was given more pressure than they ever deserved, every child who knelt at that altar in a casual state of anxiety.

If God was watching me, he knew. He saw the mix of anger and sorrow and fear in my mind. He didn’t need me to tell him how his disciples wronged me. He’d seen it all, and that would have to be enough.

The sound of my sobs echoed around the room, and I almost worried that somebody passing by was going to hear me. That they were going to come inside to find an adult woman, weeping in an empty church.

Stained-glass filtered light settled like a blanket over me, and slowly my tears dried up. By the end, I was crying more in emotional release than in sorrow.

I understood that the cocktail of emotions in my mind would never fully be gone. Just as the fear of Hell had burrowed into my bones, so too had the melancholy that tainted my memories. Blissful ignorance was something I’d long since grown out of, and I couldn’t ignore the actions of the institutional church any longer. What once brought me so much joy now delivered only feelings of confusion.

And yet.

Sitting in the church I’d grown up in, the confusion was quieter, as though the ache in my chest was momentarily subdued. I felt something running through my bloodstream, and it took me a moment to even recognize the feeling. But eventually, I figured it out.

Peace.

It had been so long.

#while it isn't required for reading #I highly recommend listening to Sun-Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain as you do #it hurts my soul in a good way #religious trauma #religious imagery #childhood #christianity #religion #florence and the machine #ethel cain #mother cain #writing #narrative writing #imagery #short story #original writing #imagery practice

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roseunspindle · 2 years

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What I Read May 2022

Yeah, after I got volume thirteen had to do a whole re-read of the series, I love it so much!

Depressing, but it is a dystopian. Well written as well, don’t think I’ll re-read again (see again the depressing bit). Overall a good book and I see why people praise it.

Train... actually left a dangerous situation? Is he really a shonen protagonist? XD

*this volume was a pain to find, like most listings had it as stupidly expensive, finally managed to get it but still... ^_^’

Lots of fighting (and Rukia scolding Ichigo)

Finally have read this book! I enjoyed it. ^_^ Very different world Nigeria is, where apparently (at least according to Sunny’s dad) twelve year old girls go out and get pregnant and you just full on send children to their possible deaths. I admit I never really warmed up to Chichi or Sasha as their personalities rubbed me the wrong way but I liked Orlu and Sunny.

final published (in english) volume. I guess I’ll have to see if I can find the rest online to read. (curse you tokyopop)

I think the strain is getting to Light, he’s slipping a bit. (also Soichiro!)

This was an unexpected purchase but it caught my eye and I really loved it. For one it doesn’t hate the concept of magical girls just twists it in a good way for our character who is a boy. Max is a fun protag (also I love the cat) and I love his cast of friends who are there for this very interesting journey. (also Max’s dad is the best)

It was okay, but for some reason this volume read weird to me... not sure what that was about.

Good, I enjoyed the stories (also I am obsessed with long haired Near now)

*DNF’d Any Duchess will Do by Tessa Dare, Borne by Jeff Vandermeer, and Senlin Ascends by Josiah Bancroft

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taichouu · 2 years

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General question, why do you like Bazz-B so much? I found him kind of plain compared to other sternritter, and tbh I couldn't stand him. Was there something I missed about him...

Ah, why does anyone ever like any insufferable hot headed character?

It's pretty consistent of me to be attracted to class traitor character arcs, as I really enjoyed Grimmjow's entire arc earlier in the manga. I thought overall despite Bazz's writing flaws, he was compelling to me enough to stand out and make a good impression. I liked him. I related to him heavily, and I thought his arc was tragic!

I thought Kubos creativity with Bazz's design was fun and enticing, but the way his actual power was used was unique even for a fire elemental. I can't get enough of a character that's hot blooded, a bit snarky and rebellious. That being said I think people are not in the wrong for disliking him entirely, and I don't have much to contribute to argue against him being a little "uninspired" for lack of other words.

I do feel as though Kubo wanted to do more with him. I got that impression through his interactions with Renji, where we only got that single scene of them arguing over appearances and then a single panel of them arguing later on when Bazz decides to turn against Yhwach .. It almost seemed Bazz was going in the direction of "aggressor turned comrade".. I don't know if others got that impression, but he certainly had the potential for it.

Even years after finishing the manga for the first time, Bazz and Jugram's silent devotion to each other still captures my heart. The embodiment of a relationship where both parties take one step forward two steps back is so special, and yet they both held onto each other for a purpose. Some kind of deeply rooted understanding of each other without speaking .. I understood their partnership, and I understood the hurt, betrayal and fire that Bazz held onto for so long in regards to his eventual confrontation with his own peers. I suppose I just feel as though I Get Him.

As "plain" as he was compared to the other sternritter, I really thought he added something that the others seemingly lacked .. a drive outside of the box. I'm intrigued to see how the new fans recieve him, and I hope we get some extra content with him.

#tai talks #anonymous #bleach thoughts #lol good question ! long story short i dont like him. (proceeds to write a long answer)#i could have gone more in depth but .. i wanted to spare you </3 #i have a lot of thoughts about him

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senadimell · 2 years

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In other news, I have learned a sad and important lesson about oxyclean.

#and it is: metals! they do not react well! do not soak!#long story short there's faint bleach-like discoloration on my beloved perfect hoodie #because of the metal zipper and eyelets #it's subtle enough to not draw attention #but this is the perfect hoodie! it was supposed to last me years and years! and now it already looks stained!#(how often do i find a zip-up hoodie that's long enough in the arms and torso and is in a style i like + has thumb holes in the cuffs?#never that's how often)

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An Unlikely Ascension by T.J. Taylor

-This is Starlight News live from Riannon-12, where a massive conflict between the new team of Nova Knights and an unknown enemy has now led to the start of a city-wide evacuation. Orion Officers now urge you all to pleas-

“Can you turn that shit off?” a figure is seen lying on the cot of a cell, seemingly looking at the ceiling. “I need my beauty sleep, and your chewing isn’t helping either.” Both hands behind their head, the voice then mumbles, “It’s not like we'll be in any trouble anyhow.”

“Yeah, like I'll listen to a delinquent like you,” he said while munching on a mouthful of chips; an officer is seen leaning their chair back with their legs on their desk. “Plus, this is important news! Lives are at stake!” Spreading their hands to their sides rapidly, some chips escaping their plastic confinement.

Closing their eyes despite the rejection, the prisoner whispers to themself, “Psh-like I care about lives at stake; they never cared about me anyway.”

The TV broadcast continues to play in the background. Finally, curiosity seems to win over the delinquent in the cell, and they glance toward the drone projecting the live feed. The feed shows a massive robotic sentinel engaged in combat with the Nova Knights. Despite its monstrous size, it moves undeniably fast, grabbing the snake mecha, Viper Vanguard, and tossing it towards the rest of the team of mechas rushing towards it. The leader lion mech, Roaring Titan, barely manages to stay upright as Viper gets thrown and knocks into the team. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for Mako Mayhem and Iron Behemoth, who take the brunt of the force and fall, destroying some nearby buildings in the process.

“Pst-” just then a hand waves around frantically in front of the bars of the cell. Clearly trying to get the attention of the person on the other side. “Hey, kid!” Inescapably, the “kid” seems to accept defeat and gets up from their semi-comfortable metal cot. Letting out a sigh, they begrudgingly walk closer to the bars.

“For the millionth time my name’s Than, not ‘kid’.” Gesturing the air quotations around the word even though the other can’t see.

“Thannotkid? That’s a long name, have anything shorter?” Tink. Than then let their head hit the metal bars in exasperation. With another sigh, they raise their head from the cool metal and wrap their hands around the iron bars for support.

“Ha-funny,” Keeping an eye on the Orion Officer and seeing his attention still on the projection, Than then whispers, “Have you figured out a way to get us out of here yet?”

“Huh? No, I was gonna ask you to pick up one of those chips for me.” He pointed his hand at the sprawled potato chips that now littered the floor from the officer’s earlier aggressive gesture.

“The chips on the floor?”

“No, the chips on the ceiling.” he teases and finally settles with a bleak and simple, “Yes, the chips on the floor.”

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine? It's a mystery why they even have you locked up here in the first place.”

“Listen, kid. That’s no way to speak to your elders-”

Blam! “…shit.” Both of them turn their attention to the Officer and see that he is now standing ramrod straight, with his chair lying in solidarity with the chips on the floor, a far cry from his relaxed position a while ago. They focus on the news broadcast and see that it appears to be a losing battle for the Nova Knights.

-Folks, this is not looking good; the Nova Knights have not landed a single hit into this unknown assailant. So far, we have no idea who or what this is or what it wants, perhaps a negotiatio-

“W̷͕͐͌̐E̶̡̮̊͝ ̸̥̕A̷̓̔͗͜R̴̨͈̅̄̅È̴̲ ̵̩̼̠̽̋Ű̷̗̭͘N̷̒̏̆͜I̸̥̽͝͝T̵̡͚̿͗Ỹ̵̙͝”

-What you just heard, folks, are the first words that this…thing has spoken.-

“W̴̤̾͌E̶̢̔̇͜ ̸̻̐̑Ǎ̷͇̅I̶̯̲͂M̵̟̣͑ ̴͔͋ͅT̴͖͈̾̈́Ò̸͔̖̿ ̷̮͖̾C̷̯͇͑Ȏ̴̡͘͜N̷̞̋Q̶̫̾́U̸͖̹̾E̵̠͒R̸̆̃ͅ”

Instantaneously, an invigorated Roaring Titan runs head-first into combat.

“As long as we’re alive, we won’t give up. Either turn yourself in peacefully or say your last goodbyes.”

Caught off guard by the sudden outburst, Unity staggers backward into a defensive position as Titan unleashes a flurry of attacks. But just as Titan begins to regain its footing, Unity charges forward with renewed ferocity and hurls Titan further and farther than ever before, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

-And Roaring Titan has just been launched towards-

Than doesn't have time to prepare for anything before-

CRASH

. . .

Disoriented and struggling to regain their composure, they are enveloped in a cloud of dust, their vision obscured as they try to steady themselves. Their equilibrium fails them as they lurch forward from the sudden collision. Finally, lifting their head to see what carnage awaits, they are met with a building sporting a huge gaping hole and a slim silhouette emerging from the light. Humanoid in shape, it starts walking, shrouded in a haze of smoke and debris. It isn't until Than fully recovers that they see the figure limping forward, drawing nearer, clutching its side. As it advances ever so slowly, its entire appearance finally comes into view. Emerging from the cloud of debris, a red power-armored figure approaches Than's cell. Looking closer, Than has a startling realization - this is a Nova Knight and not just any Nova Knight, but THE Nova Knight, the one they just saw getting their ass beat and thrown...apparently towards them. Shuffling closer towards the surprisingly still intact bars and sagging their tired body on them, Than watches as the Nova Knight slides down in exhaustion.

“Huff…huff…huff. You alright?” The armored head snaps towards Than, startled by any sort of voice. “...I mean, you don’t look so hot.”

With a gentle hiss, the helmet slides off with surprising ease, revealing a pale, delicate face. Although marred with bruises and scratches, it's still breathtakingly beautiful. Black hair cut close to her face, perfectly framing piercing violet eyes that meet Than's warm, brown gaze. At that moment, something electric transpires, and the air around them seems to crackle with energy. Finally, she speaks as soft as a whisper on the breeze.

“Listen, I don’t know how long I have…” Quietly gasping in between, the unknown woman fights to get her words out, “Do you want…to live?” Calculating, Than thinks of an answer. Is their life worth living? Worth their continued suffering?... Maybe life can be more than just surviving.

“What do I have to do?”

“You must become a Nova Knight.” They rapidly blink their eyes in confusion until what was said is fully processed, Than physically recoils in shock.

“What?!”

“Take my stone, and you’ll be judged if you’re fit to be Roaring Titan,” She says with a heavy heart. “I don’t know if this will work, but there’s nothing else I can think of…” screwing her face up in pain, she continues, “And my team…I don’t want them to die for my mistakes.” Looking around, Than sees the unconscious body of the guard and can only guess the same fate of the other prisoner. With a heavy sight, Than returns their gaze to the woman before them, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“Give me that stone, Titan.” Than outstretches their hand openly; the Nova Knight answers and reaches their hand out, and in their grasp is a stone of power. And they hand it over with no regrets.

“My name is not ‘Titan.’ It's June Deadwood.” Feeling inspired, Than then replies.

“I’m Than Ryder,” grasping the stone in their hand; maybe they can finally make it out of this place alive. “I don’t get it. It is something sup-” An overwhelming cold creeps into their body, so cold it starts burning.

I HAVE CHOSEN, YOU ARE WORTHY

Getting up from what feels like an extended slumber, Than looks down to see their body now covered in the same armor that June was in, but instead of red, it is a noir black.

“All right,” Than beams, studying their hands. “This isn’t so bad.” Hopping up and down on the tips of their toes, they roll their head around, releasing any sort of knots or kinks they have. “First things first,” they grip the iron bars and pull them apart; effortlessly, the bars bend with enough room for Than to squeeze through them. Upon kneeling down next to June, Than notices a deep side gash on her, bleeding profusely. As June slowly lifts her head to meet Than's gaze, she suddenly notices their helmet armor, and her eyes widen in shock as she splutters.

"Leave me and go save my team," June said. Before Than could even question how a message appeared on their visor: "WILD HUNT ONLINE." Suddenly, something moved the Roaring Titan off the building, causing the offline mech to fall limply. Just as soon as it fell, another mech took its place, with a magnificent wolf head barely visible. Inspecting the people inside and seemingly satisfied with what it had found, the front head of the mech opened up, inviting Than. Slowly walking forward, Than ungracefully climbed in and sat down, faced with various buttons.

“Alright…How the fuck do I use this?” Pushing down a lever, the mech lurches forward, “Woah!.. Ok, this will take…some getting used to.” Sucking in a breath and slowly exhaling, they ready themselves.

-People of Riannon-12, this may very well be the end of the Nova Knights. Roaring Titan is still not up from that harrowing launch; the rest of the team seems to be struggling without their leader….Wait a minute… There seems to be an unknown mech heading towards the battle…is that? It’s Wild Hunt! Having no pilot for over two decades, it seems Wild Hunt has finally chosen a new successor.-

Hearing over the radio, a chorus of voices make themselves known, “Who the FUCK is that?!” “Who the-” “Any of you know who that is?”

“The person who’s gonna save your ass, that's who.” Arriving in the thick of battle with movement as calculated as a dance, Than quietly sneaks behind buildings as cover. The noise of the conflict helps cover their tracks. The element of surprise will be what really shifts the tide of battle around. After countless years of running from Orion Officers and angry gangs alike, Than has lived a life full of brutality. Realizing quite quickly that they needed to find a way to defend themself, they learned firsthand how to fight and fight dirty at that. Seeing that Unity has its hands full and its attention elsewhere, the wolf mech lunges and grabs ahold of its nape. Jumping off with a chunk between its jaws, the others finally see their opening and strike.

The cleanup started almost immediately, with the Burn Brigade and Rapid Rescue rapidly taking action, accessing the damage, and looking for any possible casualties.

It’s in this quiet moment that a voice radios over, “You’ll have to follow us…Commander Zinoe would want to speak to you.” Recognizing that there isn’t gonna be a way out of this, Than follows reluctantly. Eventually making it towards their base of operations, they all descend down from their own mechs and congregate in the middle.

Taking off all their helmets, Than is met with a lineup of new faces. As they slowly meet every pair of eyes, a certain pair makes them pause. An angry scowl and sneer are aimed right at them.

"You!" The word was a snarl, and before Than could even react, a fist connected with their jaw, and Than staggers back, stunned. The others leap to Than's defense or, perhaps more likely, to restrain their enraged friend. The green and blue-suited knights both held the yellow one back.

"Tell me what you did to June!" The yellow knight's voice was furious. "You have her stone! She would never give it away like nothing!" Than could feel the anger radiating off the other knight, but they remained calm.

“Easy, Jiro,” the blue knight pushes him back, “There’s probably a reasonable explanation for all of this.” Wiping the blood that now trickles down their lips, Than smiles.

“You can say what you want, but MY ass just saved all YOUR asses!”

"Why you-" The knight lunged forward, ready to strike, but their attack was interrupted by a sudden throat clearing. The pink-suited individual jumped before Than's vision, their tanned face and warm brown eyes cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Lora Raleigh, the pilot of the Sky Guardian." Lora's happiness radiated off her face as she introduced herself. Suddenly, she realized her companions were holding one of their own back. "And this is Ichiro Mori, pilot of the Mako Mayhem." The blue-uniformed individual holding back the yellow knight turned to Than, smiling sheepishly.

Struggling to hold back their friend, the yellow knight, they decided to introduce themselves properly.

“Haha, Hello…” waving their hand in a small greeting while pushing the yellow knight back. Circling back towards the angry person sneering at Than, Lora encircled her arms around him.

“And this cheery person, whose fist you just met earlier, is Daijiro Mori, or Jiro for short.” a growl is heard in tandem, “Ha…,” Lora stepping a safe distance away. “And, as you’ve probably guessed, the pilot of Iron Behemoth.” Dusting their green uniform, the last person who had yet to be introduced stepped forward confidently.

“Emory Jaeger, pilot of Viper Vanguard.” Reaching their hand out for a greeting, an awkward pause occurs. Before anything else can happen, a voice booms out with authority.

“Knights!” A military suit-clad unknown man, tall and with muscles the size of Than’s head, strode towards the group with an air of dominance. Causing them to straighten out and fall into an assembly line, saluting in respect. His blue skin pigmentation is a rare but not uncommon thing to see in Riannon-12. “Stand down.” Turning his attention to Than, he motions for them to follow. Rather than stay with that crazy lot, Than decides it’s best to follow. Trying desperately to catch up to his brisk walk down the corridor, eventually, the man speaks.

“I am Commander Zinoe, and we, Than Ryder, have much to discuss.” Zinoe continued their stride until they reached a metal door, inputting a code to open it. “But before we do, someone wants to speak to you.” The door slid open, and Than’s heart started to race. The familiar face of June turns to the new visitors. There she lay, bandages wrapping all around her body and a prominent one covering her eye. It seems June’s condition was worse than Than initially thought. Perhaps They were to blame…That power couldn’t have come from nowhere. June starts, not allowing Than to delve deeper into their guilt and, more importantly, their debt to them.

“They said I should make a full recovery in a few days…perks of the trade, I suppose,” her gaze traveling down to the bed, “Listen…I just want to say thank you.” Her amethyst eyes traveled the room, an excuse not to meet their warm amber eyes. “I’m sorry. No one should ever be put in a situation like that,” she looks down in shame, still grappling with the aftermath of the ordeal.

Before June can get another word out, Than interrupts. “Idiot.” Looking up to meet his eyes, she sees something unexpected, not overwhelming anxiety but…determination. “ I CHOSE to take the stone. No one made me do anything.” Looking away briefly, they add, “Plus…it would be embarrassing to see you guys lose again.” Than locks onto her, and smiles cheekily.

“You’re undeniably annoying.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to get used to my annoying self.” Than grins in response.

“Well then, I guess I should formally welcome you to the team then.” Holding her hand out, Than grasps it tightly. “Welcome to the Nova Knights, Than Ryder.”

Smiling at each other, June and Than both felt a sense of relief and excitement. After all the chaos and uncertainty they had experienced, it was finally starting to feel like things were falling into place. Maybe, Than can make a life here.

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Thank you so much for reading this far! <3 I hope it at least entertained you! :) I made this short story for school a while ago, and I thought I should just post it here to get more feedback. I am currently working on a book, which has been surprisingly fun! Hopefully, you'll stick around to see my improvement :D

-TJT

P.s. Today by Q is a masterpiece and heavily inspires me for the sci-fi book I'm writing. so plz give them some love or at least a listen ;)

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