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So, I saw @littleeyesofpallas's Kubo Tite(BLEACH) Ultimate Waifu List Tier List Maker post and I decided to jump on the bandwagon and make my own tier list~.
Here are some of the points I would like to point out of my tier list:
I didn't really need to add A+, B+, etc. because, in the end, all characters in those tiers could belong to the same category. The plus categories are just to show those characters have a little bit more "flavor" compared to base tier characters.
Characters in D-tier are ones that I find annoying for some reason or another, while D+ characters are a bit annoying but not as much as D ones.
F-tier characters could disappear from the manga/anime and I wouldn't care at all.
Mostly neutral-tier characters are ones I've slight opinions about (it can be negative or positive), but I'm mostly neutral about them.
In the Background character -tier are characters that I can remember, but to me, they're exactly that -background characters, while in What? Who? -tier are characters I don't know at all/recall ever seeing them in Bleach manga/anime...
I also added Her design looks cool, but I don't who who she is -tier as a bonus tier, as in all other tiers are (as far as I know) Bleach characters.
#Bleach#bleach#Kubo Tite(BLEACH) Ultimate Waifu List Tier List#Bleach tier list#tier list#bleach ultimate waifu tier list#waifu tier list#favorite bleach characters#favorite female bleach characters#bleach female characters#tier maker#BURN THE WITCH#burn the witch tier list#bleach anime#bleach manga#senjumaru shutara#yoruichi shihouin#soi fon#riruka dokugamine#nelliel tu odelschwanck#yachiru unohana#quincy#shinigami#kirio hikifune#zero squad#candice catnipp#tier harribel#bambietta basterbine#rangiku matsumoto#kukaku shiba
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Rukia's biggest flaw is that she buys into toxic masculinity rhetoric
Of course it's not really her fault, but even when she's trying to give motivational speeches to Ichigo(which are always short term solutions that never really solve his problems) she falls back on it over and over.
#for the record Rukia is one of my favorite female Bleach characters#but she's not perfect#bleach#bleach meta#bleach analysis#rukia kuchiki#kuchiki rukia#rukia#ichigo kurosaki#kurosaki ichigo#ichigo#toxic masculinity#toxic motivation#anti ichiruki
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the last time we saw unohana’s bankai was when she fought with zaraki and i’m sick thinking it would’ve been sooooooooo much fire if she was still alive and fight these quincys along with other captains too 😭
#like kubo wth did u think ur doing omg 😞#not just that- he refused to give us her backstory too?? ughh im pissed but what can i do about it :’(#and she was one of my favorite female character too???#when i read the manga i was like ‘so i gotta prepare for the animation of this scene (her death) right? RIGHT?’#bleach#retsu unohana#unohana retsu#yachiru unohana#kenpachi unohana#bleach tybw#anime
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Sundae Tropes - Milestone Event - CLOSED 🍨
Well, hello everyone! I can’t believe it’s finally happened but we’re celebrating a milestone! 300 followers?! Like what? I want to thank each and every single one of you for supporting my little blog. I love the interaction and going forward, hope to have more engagement with everyone. To celebrate, I thought I’d throw together a little event. This is intended to be an 18+ event, so minors MDNI. Welcome to Sundae Tropes! Open to all my followers and moots!
Give it up for the talented @actuallysaiyan for the super cute banner!
Rules
🍨 Make your sundae!
1. Pick a flavor of ice cream
2. Choose 1 or 2 toppings - One per group
3. Pick a man (or woman) from either Bleach or JJK
4. Please note the waffle cone option if none of the toppings appeal to you
So for example, your request could look something like Chocolate with whipped cream and caramel with Renji.
🍨Please note:
Since this is meant to celebrate my moots and followers, I will not be accepting anon requests. Anyone who follows me and wants to submit a request, but are shy to have their name show up, please DM me, and I will add your request to the list and reach out to you separately when I’m done writing, without responding to the ask publicly.
🍨 The reader will by default be written as female unless specified otherwise. Please have a look at my rules for characters I don’t write. All characters are either written as adults or aged up.
🍨Also, since each fandom has certain characters more popular than others, I’m capping the number of requests I receive for these characters.
🍨This will be open for a week (closing April 12th).
🍨I will be writing a good number of these and will be feeding all requests into a random generator to pick what order I’m writing these in.
Flavors
Vanilla - High school sweethearts
Chocolate - Boss/secretary
Strawberry - Enemies to Lovers
Rocky Road - Teacher/student
Cookie dough - Strangers in a foreign city
Coffee - Friends to lovers
Moose Tracks - Fake dating
Mint chocolate chip - Soulmates
Butterscotch - Forced proximity
Cookies and Cream - Marriage pact
Fudge - Captor/Captive
Peanut butter - Secret Billionaire
Butter Pecan- Love Triangle (pick 2 characters)
Birthday cake- Amnesia/Mistaken identity
Cotton Candy- Secret Admirer
Cherry- Return to hometown/reunion love
Toppings (pick up to 2 - one from each group)
Group 1
Sprinkles - Threesome (pick 2 characters)
Whipped cream - Creampie, Breeding Kink
Crushed Oreos - Clit spanking, Nipple play, Bondage
Marshmallow - Teasing, Edging, Toys
Kit Kats - Exhibitionism, Dirty talk, Hair pulling
Maraschino Cherries - Praise kink, Lingerie, Blowjob
Strawberries - Passionate/romantic sex, Emotional bond
M&Ms - Virginity loss, Soft sex, Sweet talking
Group 2
Banana - Doggystyle
Reeses Pieces- Cowgirl
Chocolate-covered pretzels - Missionary
Nutella - Butterfly Position
Caramel - Thirst Position
Gummy bears - Facesitting
Brownie bits - 69
Chocolate chips - Lotus position
Kinks and fetishes not your thing? Want something fluffy and SFW? Add a waffle cone to any flavor! Pick a waffle cone prompt from the list below:
A waffle cone request could look like: Vanilla waffle cone #4 with Gojo
"I'm going on a blind date." "In hopes of them actually being blind?"
"Is there something I can do to make it easier?"
“Don’t you dare walk away right now!”
“Do you miss us?”
"I trust you with all of my heart."
“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”
“Do you want my jacket?”
"You're all my favorite things about the world concentrated into one person”
"You hugged me like your personal pillow."
“Oh, just shut up, I’m not blushing!”
“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.”
“Of course I know the way you like your coffee.”
"My heart dances every time I look at you."
Why is your stupid face just so kissable?”
“Your laugh is contagious.”
"I never believed in love at first sight before I met you."
all dividers by @/ cafekitsune
Prompts from @/ creativepromptsforwriting
#bleach#jujustu kaisen#jjk#tumblr milestone#300 followers#followers event#sundae tropes#bleach smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#lovely moots 💕#Awesome followers#vee writes#nanami kento x reader#gojo satoru x reader#byakuya kuchiki x reader#ichigo kurosaki x reader#jushiro ukitake x reader
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KlubOutside Q&A 101-200 [Translation]
Translated by @reikorun
Q101.
2021.05.10
Renji is my favorite character, but my surprise exceeded my delight at seeing him as Ichigo's counterpart on the cover of the JET illustration collection. I would like to know if there is a reason why you chose Renji as the paired character?
A101.
On the contrary, I've never once thought of Ichigo's counterpart as anyone other than Renji.
Q102.
2021.05.10
Are there any recent Jump manga that you find interesting?
A102.
Jump manga have been interesting lately huh? My absolute favorites are Undead Unluck and SAKAMOTO DAYS. And recently, High School Family: Kokosei Kazoku too.
Q103.
2021.05.17
Are Harribel-sama's Fracción (Apacci, Sung-Sun and Mila Rose) modeled after Nocchi, KASHIYUKA and a-chan from the music group "Perfume"?
A103.
A long time ago, I was asked the same question by the individuals in question themselves. It's an incorrect assumption, however I like Perfume so I don't mind.
Q104.
2021.05.17
I have a question about the illustrations published in the Gallery's Guidelines on KlubOutside. Are the numbers noted on the side the Copic color number?
A104.
This is the screentone number (a polka dot pattern film that is cut and pasted onto an analog manuscript.)
Q105.
2021.05.17
Have you ever watched professional wrestling?
A105.
I used to watch WWE (known as WWF back then) quite often around the time The Rock was at his peak.
Q106.
2021.05.17
Did someone give Rōjūrō the nickname "Rose" because it was difficult to call him "Rōjūrō"?
A106.
Rose gave himself that nickname because he thinks it's cool.
Q107.
2021.05.17
Why does Ninny wear suspenders in the BTW anime?
A107.
When they saw her wearing it in the color spread for the one-shot, the anime team said "it's cute so is it okay if she wears it the whole time in the anime?"
Q108.
2021.05.24
I think the illustrations from Brave Souls at this opportune time captures the essence of the original work and is incredibly cool, as the original author, what sort of impressions do you have of the Brave Souls illustrations?
A108.
I think it's getting better with each passing year. The design roughs that are submitted for supervision are also excellent.
Q109.
2021.05.24
Where do you start from when making a drawing?
A109.
When I'm not doing a rough underdrawing, I start from the bone around the eyebrows.
Q110.
2021.05.24
I'd like to know about what you've purchased and found useful recently, or something that you're enjoying.
A110.
A Yogibo Pod, Tom Ford sneakers, JINS PC glasses.
Q111.
2021.05.24
Is the playlist on KlubOutside the list that Kubo-sensei is listening to?
A111.
I'm uploading the songs I often listen to in real time.
Q112.
2021.05.24
Did Kubo-sensei decide the OP and ED songs for the anime?
A112.
Basically that doesn't involve me. Occasionally, I'd receive a demo version, and there were also times when I gave a little input when it didn't feel like much of an opening theme.
Q113.
2021.05.31
Will you ever publish a continuation of your one-shot stories like Rune Master Urara.
A113.
Urara had a story prepared for the purpose of serialization but it didn't get past the serialization meeting because it had a female protagonist in a battle setting and the story was hellishly dark. I'm not interested in drawing dark stories right now, but I might do it if I get a lot of free time.
Q114.
2021.05.31
Kubo-sensei, please tell us your favorite font (like Ming typeface or Gothic typeface etc.)
A114.
During BLEACH's serialization, I liked Impact.
Q115.
2021.05.31
Byakuya-san said that Ichigo was only the second person to ever bear witness to his Senkei, but who was the first person to have seen it?
A115.
I can't answer this here.
Q116.
2021.05.31
Regarding the animation production, you mentioned that it would make your stomach hurt while watching it at home due to discrepancies that arose from your lack of involvement in its early days. But, from approximately what episode did Tite-sensei get his hands involved in the production?
A116.
Starting from the Bount arc, I began to do only dialogue checks in the script for the characters belonging to the original work, just before recording.
Q117.
2021.05.31
Old-man Zangetsu tried to reveal his name while in Kurosaki Ichigo-kun's inner world, but it was blocked out with black ink and he was unable to convey his message. Was this the work of Hyōsube Ichibē.
A117.
That's correct.
Q118.
2021.06.07
Is "Rondanini's black dog" Kotodama originating from the West Branch of Soul Society? ×[1]
A118.
That's right.
Q119.
2021.06.07
Your photos of Uni-chan are very beautiful, did you take them with a digital camera? Or was it a smartphone?
A119.
A smartphone.
Q120.
2021.06.07
Did Captain Hitsugaya and Rangiku-san realize that Ichigo is Shiba Isshin's son when they came to the Human World as part of the Hitsugaya advance team?
A120.
Both of them realized.
Q121.
2021.06.07
It's come to be that Gin's Special Move in Brave Souls is "Shukyoku - Kamishini no Yari, Butō: Renjin." Is this "Shukyoku" an established concept in the original work?
A121.
That's heart Gin isn't it? It's a game original expression.
Q122.
2021.06.07
When you listen to a character's theme song, it can heighten the depth of each individual considerably, so I enjoy having the opportunity to listen to them. At what stage in the development of a character are these theme songs decided?
A122.
It depends on the character. Some characters change midway through the drawing process.
Q123.
2021.06.14
What kind of thoughts went into the name "Tite", Kubo-sensei's pen-name? The alphabetical notation has always been "Tite" rather than "Taito", but is there some reason for that? Furthermore, I'm also curious as to why the unusual character "帯" is used in your name.
A123.
It means something like "one's head is always filled with many people." ×[2]
Q124.
2021.06.14
When Kurotsuchi Mayuri's bare face was revealed for the first time, his skin color was dark, but was that the case from the beginning? Also, will Kurotsuchi Mayuri's bare face never be seen again? He was more handsome than I expected.
A124.
This is about the anime? I recall watching the broadcast at the time and saying to my editor "his skin color is different!" The request for editorial supervision didn't come to me.
Q125.
2021.06.14
Which organization assigns names to Hollows?
A125.
There's a guy in charge of naming in the Shinigami Research and Development Institute.
Q126.
2021.06.14
In the final chapter, Orihime appeared as Ichigo's wife, but there was no ring on her left ring finger. Did Kubo-sensei forget to draw it? Or is it establishing that she's pregnant with her second child and her body is swollen, therefore she intentionally took off her ring?
A126.
Huh? You're right! I forgot to draw it.
Q127.
2021.06.14
Why were two Hyōrinmaru born?
A127.
I'd be happy if you could watch the movies as a parallel story rather than considering it part of the official canon.
Q128.
2021.06.21
How do you come up with the subtitle for each chapter? In BLEACH especially, most of the subtitles are in English and occasionally there is Japanese, but is there a particular emphasis placed on that? Additionally, I would be so glad if you could also tell us about any subtitles throughout your entire body of work that you are particularly fond of or any that evoke some special memory.
A128.
At the time, there was no other work yet which combined Japanese style clothing with the English alphabet, so I deliberately added English subtitles, and in special chapters I made a point of adding Japanese subtitles in order to leave an impression. In that sort of sense, many people may prefer the Japanese subtitles.
Q129.
2021.06.21
I was interested in manga artists' fan clubs and joined one! I started reading BLEACH for the first time last week and am currently on volume 22. I'm looking forward to getting to the final volume! I would really like to know who exactly is sensei's favorite character!?
A129.
Eh? You joined without reading BLEACH!? Is this person real…. I don't have a favorite character. On the whole, I like them all about the same and am equally uninterested in them about the same.
Q130.
2021.06.21
To what extent is Kubo-sensei involved with Brave Souls? Did you ever get to play it again?
A130.
The gameplay mechanics don't concern me, but I oversee the design for the anniversary characters and characters who appear to affect the main story similar to the novel variants. I returned to the game after a long hiatus during BTW, but I was surprised at just how much easier it has become to play.
Q131.
2021.06.21
How did you decide the names of your characters? Do you have some kind of image in mind when you come up with names like "Bambietta Basterbine" and "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez" etc.?
A131.
Everything is named based on how it sounds and my own intuition. I genuinely love naming things, so I always have a list of names belonging to (or sound like they belong to) various nationalities, enough to accommodate several hundred characters. I often draw out names from there.
Q132.
2021.06.21
A fair amount of difference can be observed in Kubo-sensei's art style when comparing the first volume with the last volume, but did you intend for this change at the time the manga was being serialized? Or did it change over the course of drawing a large number of illustrations?
A132.
It's not so much a conscious effort, but more like a perpetual feeling that this isn't the best style for portraying my characters, and I'm trying to explore that while drawing. In the case of BLEACH, of course the final stages are closer to the ideal, and at present I'm even closer to that ideal compared to back then.
Q133.
2021.06.28
I believe Tōsen can Hollowfy → activate Resurrección, but can Ichigo and members of the Visored do this too? Does this mean that both Bankai and Resurrección are possible if they are in a Hollowfied state?
A133.
It's possible.
Q134.
2021.06.28
Is "Top of Horns" a metaphor for various genres of music? For example, I think Bruno represents rock and roll and Roy represents R&B.
A134.
It's different for Top of Horns, but it was actually like that for the Visored.
Q135.
2021.06.28
Please unveil the mystery behind "Ururu" and "Jinta". Who are they?
A135.
They are both Artificial Souls created by Kisuke.
Q136.
2021.06.28
In the illustrations for BLEACH, the characters are seen wearing western style clothes with various designs, but were these designs drawn independently by Kubo-sensei himself.
A136.
All illustrations in the original work are my own designs, all illustrations from the anime do not concern me.
Q137.
2021.06.28
Sensei, when you draw an illustration, do you draw the figure and such without using any references, like an artist's mannequin?
A137.
I once went to check out an art supply store because I thought it would be cool to have a drawing mannequin in my workplace, like one of those skilled painters, but in the end I didn't buy it since I couldn't figure out how to correctly use it as a reference.
Q138.
2021.07.05
I like Senju Kōten Taihō and often chant it, does sensei have a favorite incantation to chant too?
A138.
I generally always like the newest ones the best, so right now it's probably Blue Spark or Supernal Jail.
Q139.
2021.07.05
Was the BLEACH logo sensei's idea?
A139.
That's correct. I had a logo which I drew myself brought to life by an acquaintance, Shueisha bought it and are using it. By the way, the logo on the first chapter spread of Zombiepowder is hand-drawn, and I had BTW use my hand-drawn logo as is.
Q140.
2021.07.05
When you were contemplating the map of Karakura Town, were there any places that you used as reference?
A140.
I sort of used my local town as reference but it turned out completely different.
Q141.
2021.07.05
If it's okay, I would like to know Hinamori Momo-san's name before the change. Also, besides Hinamori-san, are there any other characters whose names have been changed since the initial stages?
A141.
I changed it because it wasn't very good, so the original is a secret. Additionally, Hitsugaya had a completely different first name too until the very last moment of the manuscript. This is also a secret.
Q142.
2021.07.12
I have a question regarding Kira Izuru-kun's healing abilities and the history of his affiliations. He was first assigned to Captain Aizen's 5th Division, while there he was found to have an aptitude for Kaidō and was recruited to the 4th division, but does that mean that he was later poached by Ichimaru Gin of Squad 3?
A142.
When he was a member of Squad 4, it was Aizen who recommended the transfer to Unohana.
Q143.
2021.07.12
How was it that Kuna Mashiro came to be appointed as "Super Vice-Captain"? Is her armband official? (Personally, I think it's something she wilfully made on her own, or perhaps someone in her Squad prepared it just to placate her.)
A143.
When Kensei returned to the position of Captain, Mashiro pestered Kensei alone saying it's "unfair", so it's a post that Kensei made up himself without consulting anyone. The armband is also a complete fake made with shiny material in the hope that it would please Mashiro. Though, with a single glance Mashiro was satisfied.
Q144.
2021.07.12
In volume 31, when Grimmjow tried to break Loly's leg clean off, she says "if you stop, wait! We can make this our secret!" What was she trying to say next? I haven't spoken openly about it much since being told that I have a bad personality, but the scenario before and after that scene is one of my favorites!!
A144.
It was "I'll let you have your way with me." Loly's the kind of character who would deliver a line like that when she's in a desperate situation. A famous manga artist friend of mine once told me that he loved that scene too, so I think it's fine to openly discuss it.
Q145.
2021.07.12
I thought that the 5 members of the Bambies from the Wandenreich looked similar to Momoiro Clover Z, but what are the facts actually like?
A145.
The very first design motif I used for them was indeed Momoclo, but after I had finalized the characters I thought "well then, who is Gigi?" So I decided not to say anything. (I just said it.)
Q146.
2021.07.12
I'm really looking forward to the Ninny-chan and Noel-chan figurines, when will the news be updated?!
A146.
I'm looking forward to it too. I wonder when!?
Q147.
2021.07.12
Kubo-sensei, do you drink alcohol? If so, what kind of alcohol do you like?
A147.
I recently discovered that I'm able to drink if it's "Horoyoi*." I like the white one. (*Horoyoi is a brand of canned, alcoholic beverage in Japan.)
Q148.
2021.07.12
Do you have a favorite YouTuber?
A148.
I don't know if I can classify them as YouTubers, but I sometimes watch YouTube videos of people free diving then catching and eating strange fish.
Q149.
2021.07.19
Why is the Shihakushō, which can also be called the Shinigami uniform, black? Is it so that the Monk can enlist their help in case of an emergency?
A149.
The color was decided upon in the days of first Gotei generation, the reason was "so you wouldn't have to throw it away every time it gets stained with blood." However, your idea about the Monk would also make a good backstory.
Q150.
2021.07.19
How do members of the Sternritter perceive Giselle Gewelle's gender? Are they not aware of it, are they aware but pretending not to notice it, or are they just not interested in it? I would be glad if you could tell us.
A150.
It depends on the person.
Q151.
2021.07.19
I have a question concerning Kusajishi Yachiru. Is it a result of the fact that she was called by the name "Yachiru" that she herself possessed a Zanpakutō called "Sanpo Kenjū", while also being "Nozarashi" - the Zanpakutō of Zaraki Kenpachi?
Like Hihiō Zabimaru or Fuji Kujaku, there are many scenes where a Zanpakutō not called by its true name was unable to demonstrate its true power. I reckon "Nozarashi" bore the essence of a Shinigami and materialized as a consequence of being called by the name "Yachiru" - a Shinigami who actually exists, and perhaps because it was the name "Yachiru" (*Yachi = eight thousand, Ru = flows/styles), she acquired Sanpo Kenjū which was specialized for the act of cutting.
I'm quite curious about the true identity of Kusajishi Yachiru, so I'd be overjoyed if you could give us an answer.
A151.
Wow, amazing! It's not even written that Yachiru is Nozarashi, yet you managed to find your way here. You are mostly correct within the scope covered by your question. To go further, Yachiru is a form of Nozarashi's Bankai manifestation separated from its main body, and having received her name from Kenpachi, she harbored the power of a Shinigami. The embodiment of Nozarashi itself takes the form of a grown woman. I think it's easier to understand if I got you to imagine Zangetsu and Tensa Zangetsu.
Q152.
2021.07.19
Why are the names of Chad and Orihime's Fullbring not in English unlike the members of XCUTION? I was intrigued because sensei used different languages for naming depending on the faction.
A152.
Since these two are in a special category, their abilities were given names in their respective native languages.
Q153.
2021.07.19
With Madarame Ikkaku's appearance in the Fullbring chapters, attached to his right shoulder we see some kind of gold plated equipment with the kanji for "dragon" printed on it, is that his own work? I'm curious because it's established in the lore that he's good with his hands.
A153.
It's Ikkaku's own work.
Q154.
2021.07.19
What kind of person is the manager of ABCookies where Orihime worked?
A154.
I have the concept art for him. I ended up having so much fun while drawing him that he became a creepy old man, but he's a good person.
Q155.
2021.07.26
Did Baraggan not reveal his own rank, nor refer to himself as "Espada" due to his rivalry with Aizen?
A155.
That's right.
Q156.
2021.07.26
Please tell us your favorite places in Hiroshima!
A156.
I don't get to go back that often, but I like Soleil (now Aeon Mall). It's huge and exciting.
Q157.
2021.07.26
Is it intentional that the number of English words used in the subtitle from BLEACH chapter 679 "THE END" up to 683 "THE DARK SIDE OF TWO WORLD ENDS" increases with each chapter?
A157.
Yes.
Q158.
2021.07.26
Aizen said "From the very start, no one has stood upon the heavens," and while looking at Ukitake he said "not you, not I, nor even gods," but was this "you" here hinting at the connection between Ukitake and the Soul King?
A158.
That is correct.
Q159.
2021.07.26
The haori, jinbei, and hat which Urahara Kisuke wears in the Human World can probably be described as his only good clothes, did Urahara Kisuke himself purchase them at a Human World draper or something?
A159.
Those are all items Kisuke made himself.
Q160
2021.07.26
To what extent does Kubo-sensei supervise the color scheme of the digital color tankōbon?
A160.
I'm supposed to give them all a look over around the time of their debut, but since I'm making my checks while busy with other things during serialization, I sometimes find myself wondering "did I really choose this kind of color!?" In Brave Souls, occasionally the color of the skills just happen to change, well that is the reason why. I'm sorry!
Q161.
2021.08.02
Spanish is used for words related to the Arrancar and Hueco Mundo, German is used for words related to the Wandenreich and Quincy, but I would like to know why you chose these two languages? Does Kubo-sensei have a special attachment to both languages?
A161.
I think Spanish has a devilish charm, German has a hard-headed sound to it. By the way, when I told this story at an event in Germany, it was amusing to the Germans. It seems that the German people themselves consider the German national traits to be "idyllic and easygoing", apparently they found it amusing because of the disparity between this and my "hard-headed sound" assessment.
Q162.
In the 13BLADEs. "Frank Questions!" segment, you said that you haven't actually drawn a certain character's Bankai up to its final form yet, was that referring to adult Hitsugaya? If so, from what point in time did you decide you were going to draw the concept of a "slightly aged up" Hitsugaya?
A162.
I was talking about Hitsugaya. It was decided when Hitsugaya was designed therefore it was already decided by the time he debuted.
Q163.
2021.08.02
Kubo-sensei, please tell us the reason why you named your dog "Uni".
A163.
It's an anagram of 'inu'. Just kidding. I named my dog "Uni" because it was expected that her fur would become orange as she grew. It turned out to be a burnt mochi-like color though. ×[3]
Q164.
2021.08.02
Taking into account Isshin and Masaki's origins, it seems to me that Ichigo's grandparents do not exist in the Human World, but is "Grandpa Rin", whose name was mentioned in the Lost Agent arc, an individual who actually exists? Is he a relative of Tsukishima-san?
A164.
Tsukishima Rinshirō. He's Tsukishima's grandfather.
Q165.
2021.08.02
In the past, there was a "Love Bleach" film featured at a BLEACH event, but would you consider launching the actual product for sale in the future?!
A165.
"Love Bleach", wasn't that supposed to be some kind of dating simulation game? I guess, If a game company can make a profit, I don't see why not. ×[4]
Q166.
2021.08.02
I went to the opening day stage greeting for BURN THE WITCH! I saw on social media that sensei also came to see it, but where did you watch it from?
A166.
The seats on the 2nd floor are like cozy sofas. It was awesome.
Q167. *Deleted entry from KlubOutside*
2021.08.09
This is a question regarding the origins of the name "Yhwach". In the original work, it was derived from being called "Yū", "ha", "vē", "ha", but does this have its roots in the monotheistic God of Judaism and Christianity, "YHVH" (Jehovah, Yahweh)?
A167.
Originally the spelling of "Yhwach" itself was like that, but I was asked to change it because it would 100% cause controversy overseas so it's come to be this current spelling.
Q167.
2021.08.09
Has the status of the Shinigami Men's Association improved since Iba-san, its President, became Captain?
Q167.
Isane also became a Captain, so….
Q168.
2021.08.09
In the earliest iterations of BLEACH, the Shinigami wear Western-style outfits and are armed with guns. It seems that in this universe, Rukia was the only one among them to use a scythe, but what was the reason for making Rukia the only one to wield a different weapon?
A168.
The lore was that Rukia was the only one who continued to use an old-fashioned scythe due to a difference in ideology. Also, at the time, the Shinigami characters were all foreigners.
Q169.
2021.08.09
I would like to know the origin of the name "Macy Baljure" (it's my favorite). If possible, please by all means, let us know!
A169.
I don't know the origin, but Macy's name was the one I struggled with the most and I made alterations within the name alone like three times.
Q170.
2021.08.09
Is there any difference between a short release call for a Zanpakutō and a long one like in the case of Kyōraku or Ukitake?
A170.
Basically, the longer ones are often older Zanpakutō.
Q171.
2021.08.09
When drawing manga, do you tend to forget details in the costume blueprints for characters who, for instance, you haven't drawn in a long time?
A171.
I forget things very easily. Even during the series, I forgot the location of Rangiku's mole.
Q172.
2021.08.16
Did you devise the opening and ending of the BLEACH anime together with the anime staff? I was wondering if sensei's ideas were incorporated as well.
A172.
I'm not involved with the OP & EDs. Each one is good in it's own way.
Q173.
2021.08.16
Why did Hisagi fail the entrance exam for the Academy twice?
A173.
Because it's Shūhei.
Q174.
2021.08.16
Regardless of whether they were in a higher or lower position, members of the Visored have been quite casual since their days as Shinigami, using informal language and addressing each other without honorifics. Just because they're all together, I don't think that necessarily means that they were at the Academy at the same time, so what could be the driving force for them to have become this close?
A174.
All of them are diehard individualists, or rather, the type to follow their own rules, so people of that type get along well with each other, and I get the impression that because they're the same type, many people don't care how informal they are with one another. Rather than a 'driving force', it's more like "for some reason, I feel like I talk to this guy a lot."
Q175.
2021.08.16
I love Sado-kun. I would like to know if there is a backstory regarding Sado-kun's tattoo such as when and how he got it inked.
A175.
When his Abuelo died, Sado got it inked in order to keep his spirit strong.
Q176.
2021.08.16
What is sensei's shoe size in cm? Also, if you have any favorite shoes, please let us know!
A176.
My ankles are big, so it's 27 or 27.5. I like shoes but I don't particularly have a favorite brand.
Q177.
2021.08.16
Are you reading what your fans are writing in the comments in the [DESKSIDE] section of your website?
A177.
I'm reading them all.
Q178.
2021.08.23
This isn't really a question, but I hope that the Radio Kon letters segment, which appeared in the early Tankōbon, makes a comeback.
A178.
I didn't want to do that anymore because I had to draw the cutout faces of characters, every volume, just for that segment which was quite exhausting. I planned to do this myself though.
Q179.
2021.08.23
Will sensei's illustrations mainly be done digitally from now on? I'm curious because I love the illustrations that were colored with sensei's Copic markers. Also, which one do you prefer, sensei?
A179.
Right now, I'm having fun with digital. I'm still not very good at using digital, but going forward, I'd like to be able to switch back and forth between both depending on my mood.
Q180.
2021.08.23
I would like to know what your favorite buildings are?
A180.
"The National Congress Palace, Brasília" by Oscar Niemeyer and Louis Kahn's "Salk Institute for Biological Studies". Oscar Niemeyer is the origin of Nimaiya Ōetsu's name.
Q181.
2021.08.23
Why does Tatsuki want to become stronger? Her name seems strong, though there is some backstory which revealed that Tatsuki herself doesn't like it, so I'm just allowing myself to imagine that perhaps her parents work at a dojo or do something related to martial arts. I'm also very interested about Orihime in her middle school days, viewed from Tatsuki's perspective. Ichigo and Orihime's pasts have points of similarity, being bullied because of their hair color and experiencing the death of a family member, so I wonder if Tatsuki noticed that they have these things in common?
A181.
The karate dojo that Ichigo used to attend is attached to Tatsuki's home. Additionally, in a flashback which I had to cut due to page limitations, there was a scene where Tatsuki draws a parallel between Ichigo and Orihime. You're quite the reader, huh?
Q182.
2021.08.23
I want to be able to draw illustrations like Kubo-sensei so I'm practicing, but whether it be male or female characters, please let me know if there are any points you pay particular attention to when drawing people.
A182.
There isn't much difference in how I depict men and women. I get the sense that I draw each character with a feeling that's like "this aspect of this character is good."
Q183.
2021.08.23
I have a question about the feathers around Yumichika's eyes. When he appeared in the story about Ikkaku's past, and also 10 years later, it doesn't appear that he's wearing any accessories, but is that sort of like ‘his thing’ these days?
A183.
All the things Yumichika wears are fashionable items, so it varies depending on the season.
Q184.
2021.08.30
What is your favorite Doraemon movie?
A184.
It's "Little Star Wars." It's because I like the theme song.
Q185.
2021.08.30
I would like to know the details about the relationship between Mask De Masculine and James. Is it correct to infer from Yhwach's line "James, so you have died?" that Masculine is like a false manifestation and James is his true form.
A185.
James is the true form, and Masculine is James's ideal hero.
Q186.
2021.08.30
Regarding the subtitle of BLEACH volume 6 "THE DEATH TRILOGY OVERTURE", if literally translated, it becomes "prologue to the Shinigami trilogy", I think perhaps this means the prologue of the series is about facing the Shinigami, the second chapter is about facing the Arrancar and the final chapter is about facing the Quincy. Is it that you decided on the overall structure of the story from the early stages, resulting in a title like this?
A186.
That is so. Since the Lost Agent arc initially wasn't about Shinigami, it was my plan to mix elements of both preceding and upcoming chapters for a smoother transition.
Q187.
2021.08.30
I know this is a terrible question, but I would like to know Kuchiki Rukia's bust, waist and hip measurements….
A187.
It's a secret. All the people asking about BWH measurements and other boob related questions are women…. Well, it's fine then I guess.
Q188.
2021.08.30
Some time ago, I watched you begin to draw an illustration on a Shikishi board by hand and without a rough sketch too for Jigoku no Misawa-sensei, I was in shock thinking "you must be kidding…." When you draw a picture, are you drawing with a clear image of the whole composition already in a completed state in your head? Also, where do you usually start from when drawing a character? I was all the more astonished because I saw Kubo-sensei's craft in a character that was not sensei's own. ×[5]
A188.
From the time I was an elementary school student, I have been drawing Kitarō starting from his toes, so ever since then, the order in which I draw things has always been chaotic.
Q189.
2021.09.06
Ichigo's attendance score is 13 overall and 6 for male student attendance score, these are also the respective numbers of the squads to which Rukia and Renji belong, that is, two Shinigami with whom he shares a particularly close bond. Was this something you set up intentionally?
A189.
It's just a coincidence. 6 is my lucky number so it makes a frequent appearance within the story.
Q190.
2021.09.06
When I look at illustrations, I often look at the fashion designs of the characters, but I am always impressed by how meticulously Kubo-sensei's illustrations depict the structural lines and details of the clothing. I would like to know if there are any fashion brands and the like which you associate with a certain character's image?
A190.
I was about to say that for every character I've never thought "this character would probably wear this brand", but there was actually one individual alone. Äs Nödt would wear Rick Owens.
Q191.
2021.09.06
Your pen-name in the past was Kubo Noriaki, but why was your name changed to Tite?
A191.
That's because that 'pen-name' is actually my real name and on top of that, it was a misprint.
Q192.
2021.09.06
How old is Ikumi-san from Unagiya Shop?
A193.
She's 33.
Q193.
2021.09.06
In the original story and the novels, it is mentioned that Soul Society has a one million year history, but of the Four Great Noble Houses, if Byakuya is the 28th generation and Yoruichi is 22nd generation, it seems this falls short of one million years, what do you think?
A193.
The history of the Nobles is the history of the Seireitei, not Soul Society.
Q194.
2021.09.06
I remember that Kubo-sensei frequently used an au talby A5508SA cell phone for many years. Is that the same cell phone model that is hanging from Ichigo's waist on the cover of WJ issue 23, 2005, and the same one that Rukia is clutching in her hand on the cover of chapter 298
A194.
That's right. I still have it at home. I love Marc Newson.
Q195.
2021.09.13
Kubo-sensei, do you prefer raw eggs, boiled eggs, or hot spring eggs?
A195.
I like raw eggs. Isn't this dependent on one's eating habits?
Q196.
2021.09.13
"PIPERS" WOVEN JACQUARD MUFFLER was sold on Whiskrs, but does sensei own serial number 1? (*These were sold in a limited number of 99)
A196.
I have it. Personally, I thought it would have been easier to use if it was a little longer.
Q197.
2021.09.13
Ganju who reappeared in the Thousand-Year Blood War arc has, from where I'm standing, gained a butt-chin, but did that just happen over the course of his growth? Or was it the discipline he received from Kūkaku, or perhaps he was influenced by Shiroganehiko who similarly has a butt-chin? I would be grateful if you could tell us.
A197.
Huh? Wait, Ganju wasn't supposed to have a butt-chin!? Well then, let's go with growth!
Q198.
2021.09.13
The name Nīhashi = 15 → 2+1+8+4.
The names Nīha and Ninny = 15 → Nīha: 2+1+8 and Ninny: 2+2.
Is this something you were setting up as a goal? ×[6]
A198.
I happened to see this on Twitter and surprised myself. The person who spotted this is amazing. However, it's just a coincidence.
Q199.
2021.09.13
Hitsugaya always wears something that looks like a brooch, it appears to be a marigold, is this correct?
A199.
You mean the clip on his sash which held his sword in his earlier appearances? That's a sun motif.
Q200.
2021.09.13
I would like to see that school parody with the BLEACH cast (the one that was in JET), will it be released somewhere?!
A200.
I want to see that too, but it would be hard to draw the manga myself, so I'm thinking of sharing character profiles and maybe someone will draw it for me.
Translation Footnotes:
×1. "Rondanini's black dog" is part of an incantation for a Kidō spell. See BLEACH chapter 21.
×2. 帯 = to wear/ to carry/ to bear | 人= people | 帯人 (Tite) = to bear people
×3. The joke is: Inu = dog in Japanese. Uni is sea urchin, in Japan we eat sea urchin as sashimi or sushi and it is orange in color.
×4. Back in 2005, a BLEACH dating simulation game parody video, known as "Love Bleach" was made by staff for a BLEACH event. The gag involved teasing a TBA dating simulator. The video is available on YouTube: https://youtu.be/0cA-jySdzYE?si=-5OX0MQX1bZKsqws
×5. Tite Kubo drawing for Jigoku No Misawa: https://youtu.be/xRAfswhrQC4?si=6rgKaPK94EbzcBY1
×6. Based on Japanese numerals, Ni = 2, i = 1, ha = 8 shi = 4.
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Ten Seconds
Masterlist
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x female!reader
TW:none I don't think
Summary: Who knew life could change so quickly?
Word Count:3.3k
One. Rafe's eyes land on your features, taking in your plump lips that shine with strawberry-flavored lipgloss and the mild sunburn dusted on your cheeks.
Two. He takes a deep breath and for the first time, feels like his lungs can fully expand to take in the salty sea air in all its glory.
Three. His heart thrums in its cage, seemingly unlocked by a key he wasn't aware existed as it flutters away and lands in the palm of your hand.
Four. Your sweet scent intoxicates him, hitting his bloodstream like a drug that smells like tanning oil and cotton candy.
Five. The tension dissolves from his body as your energy engulfs him like a down comforter, and muscles he's never felt before unwind and go lax.
Five seconds is all it takes for Rafe's entire world to shift, and you disarm him without even knowing he exists.
Six. Your laugh floats to his ears like a summer melody that drips with sticky sweetness like a melting popsicle, and he decides it's his favorite treat.
Seven. His knees nearly buckle when a smile brighter than the sun graces your features, chasing away the darkness that shrouds him.
Eight. Your head tilts back and the hues from the setting sky dance off your exposed neck with an angelic glow, and suddenly pink is his favorite color.
Nine. His eye catches a glint of gold and his attention is drawn to the rings scattered on your right hand, suddenly he wants to add an even shinier one with a diamond that could be seen from space to your left.
Ten. Your lip quirks up as you catch him admiring you from afar, and the breeze that's thick with sand and hushed whispers that he previously inhaled is sucked from his constricting throat.
Ten seconds is all it takes for Rafe Cameron to believe in love at first sight. Time stands still altogether as he watches you excuse yourself from your friends and make your way toward him.
He notes that you seem to float instead of walk, moving oh so gracefully as if you're a celestial being and he's about to have a religious experience.
Your gaze never leaves his, the eye contact so intense that it sends fire racing through his veins, burning so hot it leaves a scorching trail in its wake.
He's frozen in place, utterly entranced by the way your long eyelashes fan across your face when you blink.
Another ten seconds is all the time it takes to cross the few feet of distance that separates the two of you, and his head swims at the close proximity.
Your aroma is even stronger up close, and he's sent reeling as he wonders if it could be bottled up and turned into a candle.
He doesn't even know your name and has never heard you speak, yet somehow you feel like home. It doesn't make any sense, but then again, neither does falling in love with a stranger.
You watch him for a moment, eyes raking over his chiseled jawline and backwards baseball cap. There's a few strands of sun bleached hair poking out and ticking his tanned skin in a way that reminds you of a character in The Outsiders.
He looks boyish and rugged at the same time, and your interest is fully piqued. He's easily the most attractive man you've ever seen.
Your melodic voice rings out like a siren song that's calling just for him, and the ever-present violent storm that rages just under the surface relents.
"Do you always lurk like a stalker or am I just that special?"
There's that smile again, unabashed and erasing any logical thought from his brain. You wait for a moment, your eyebrows shooting up expectantly as he stares down at you like he's been struck with lightning.
Rafe scrambles for words, begging his mind to string together a coherent sentence that will keep you within arms reach.
"Uh, sorry. You just-"
He cuts himself off and your grin widens.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
He's painfully aware you're teasing; you don't make a move to wipe your mouth and your smile doesn't falter for a second.
"You're stunning."
He breathes a sigh of relief as words finally find him and your features soften in a way that makes his heart skip a beat.
Despite the stench of stale peanuts and sweat, you still feel like you're in the center of rom-com. There's shitty music playing, yet you hone in on the dizzying rasp of his voice.
"Stunning?" You question, and he nods his head slowly.
"Exquisite, actually. Downright bewitching if I'm being completely honest."
Rafe has never used those words before; he's never seen anyone or anything that warranted them. You most certainly do.
You laugh lightly and in a split second, he makes it his life mission to get that sound out of you as often as possible.
It's a fleeting moment; a blip in the universe, but it feels like an entire lifetime as he studies the look in your eye.
It's a mix between enamored and mischievous, and he can't even begin to comprehend the feeling it gives him.
"Those are big words. I figured someone as gorgeous as yourself would get by on pretty privilege."
He ignores the blush crawling up his neck, tilting his head with a smile of his own.
"Are you saying I look dumb?"
He's used to women being flustered around him, his sense of humor usually throwing them for a loop. You don't miss a beat though, and his stomach does a somersault.
Your head shakes from side to side and he fights the urge to run his fingers through your hair that looks a little too soft to be real.
"No, I'm saying you're attractive enough that you could be dumb and no one would fault you."
His smile only grows at your quick wit and ability to match his energy. He's quickly learning that your tongue is sharp as a knife, and he loves the way it cuts him.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
You study him for a moment, pondering your next words.
"Do you have a name? Or should I just call you pretty boy?"
He pretends to think for a moment before taking a step closer. He's elated when you don't move back, and rests his hand dangerously close to yours on the table.
"Rafe. Though pretty boy works just as well."
He's about to ask you the same when you offer it up on a silver platter.
"I'm Y/N. Though if you have a fitting nickname, you can use that too."
Your voice holds a teasing lilt and he lowers his head so it's only a couple inches from your ear.
"I'm sure I could think of a few."
In fact, he could think of more than a few. He doesn't want to come on too strong though, and much to your displeasure, he backs away just as quickly as he advanced.
He wonders for a second how he hasn't seen you before and worries that you're a touron. It's a fleeting thought, quickly swept away when your hand grazes his.
"Hopefully I get to hear them."
He doesn't miss the lust that causes your voice to turn sultry and shifts a bit as his pants grow tighter.
"Where are you from? I haven't seen you around."
He changes the subject to something more innocent in an attempt to distract himself from his growing arousal and you tsk.
"I'm from right here in OBX, but I didn't go to the academy and I generally stay away from figure eight. I kinda ride the line between kook and pogue."
He nods his head, the decades-long class war nowhere near the forefront of his mind.
"So I take it you know who I am?"
It's a pointless question; anyone who grew up within a twenty-mile radius of Kildare knows his family.
You give a timid smile and nod.
"Yeah, I just didn't want to be too presumptuous. Your reputation kind of precedes you."
His heart sinks as he feels any chance he had with you drifting away.
"So then why are you talking to me?"
There's an underlying sadness in his voice that you catch, and your eyebrows furrow.
"I never believed in judging people without knowing them. Besides, I know that picture-perfect family stuff is bullshit. Everyone has their skeletons."
He straightens up at this, genuinely taken aback at the lack of judgment in your voice.
"And what if I told you the rumors are true? That I am some violent asshole that rains terror on those around me?"
The words leave his mouth before he fully processes them and he kicks himself. Is he trying to scare you away?
Your bubbly smile returns and his breath hitches as you take a step closer.
"I'd say I haven't seen it yet. Besides, underneath the scariest fighters is usually a big softie that's misunderstood."
Rafe's chest squeezes, and he can't believe how in five minutes you've got him figured out better than his lifelong friends.
"You're something special, you know that?"
And he means it. There's a gravitational pull that calls out to him, and despite his usual attempts to push people away with a giant wall lined with barbed wire, he doesn't want to do that with you for even a second.
"So I've been told. Though to be perfectly candid, it means a little more coming from you."
He goes to respond when your attention is ripped away by one of your friends telling you it's time to go.
You turn back to him with an apologetic smile and even though you're still right in front of him, he already misses you.
"Can I get your number?"
He's nervous as he asks, another new revelation. Usually, he's smooth and practiced. However, the idea of you turning him down makes his stomach lurch.
"About time."
He pulls out his phone and watches as you text yourself a heart so you have his number as well before you turn away and saunter off into the night.
Rafe doesn't even make it thirty minutes before texting you, any thoughts about it being too soon overpowered by his desire to see you again.
His heart soars when you respond almost instantly, equally as eager to talk to him.
How's the rest of your night going?
He shoots it off without a second thought, genuinely interested in the answer. He frowns when you text back immediately.
Shitty, to be honest. Got dragged to this party and I'm bored, but don't have a ride home.
He types out his reply and hits send without considering that it may be creepy.
Send me your location, I'll come get you.
He watches as three bubbles pop up and then disappear, that new nerve-racking feeling overtaking him once again.
At the party, you stare down at the screen and contemplate your options. You're really not having a good time, but letting a man you met two hours ago pick you up doesn't seem wise.
Still, something in your core that you can't explain trusts him and you finally answer. You don't bother telling him he doesn't have to, something in you just knows that he doesn't mind.
Rafe jumps off the bar stool and beelines toward his rover when it pops up that you shared your location and he starts toward the address that's wedged between the cut and figure eight.
He hops out and is instantly hit with the stench of beer and weed, loud bass causing his chest to vibrate.
His face scans the crowd for your face as he weaves through drunk idiots doing keg stands and yelling a little too loudly.
He finds it in seconds, and his feet carry him forward as if they have a mind of their own.
You smell him before you see him, his expensive cologne that smells like vanilla and whiskey cutting through the sweat and vodka.
"Hey, pretty girl."
Your heart leaps at the pet name, and you have a feeling it's just the first of many.
"You actually came."
Part of you believed he was bluffing, but you're beginning to realize that when Rafe says something he means it.
"You called."
Something about the simple statement gives you goosebumps. He said it with such conviction; as if he'd find you even if you were across the ocean on another continent.
You shoot your friends a quick text to let them know you're leaving before grabbing your bag and standing.
You try not to focus on the way your skin burns as he places his hand on the small of your back to lead you away, the gesture feeling too natural for someone you don't even know.
Rafe drives you home, comfortable conversation flowing with ease the entire ride.
You try, and fail, not to swoon when he walks you to your door and kisses you on the cheek. You're not usually the type to kiss on the first night, but if he'd asked, you'd have taken him straight up to your room and let him do whatever he wanted.
You fall asleep easily, your psyche filled with images of a blue-eyed man that swept you off your feet.
The next week is filled with non-stop texting and time spent surfing as the two of you grow closer.
You've come to the conclusion that you were right; Rafe is massively misunderstood.
He's confided in you about things he's never told a soul, and as ridiculous as it sounds, you could easily find yourself falling for him.
He's told you all about his abusive father and the pressure he's under, about how his mom died when he was ten, and how he feels like he's always the second choice.
You don't tell him that he'd never be your second choice, how you'd choose him first in a crowd of a hundred million people.
Instead, you lend a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, something else Rafe has never done before you.
You're sat on the beach between his legs now as sand digs into your bare thighs, but it's a small price to pay to be in his arms.
It's an unusually hot day, the sun rays beating down harshly on your glistening skin. You've just finished surfing, now relaxing as the two of you hydrate with ice-cold Gatorade and much on cheez its.
Your back is pressed into his firm chest comfortably, his free hand snaked around your front and resting just below your belly button.
"You know," he starts and you shift to lay your head so you're peering up at him. His eyes stay focused on the waves ahead, eyes swirling with an emotion you don't recognize.
"I've never met anyone like you. You make me feel safe and calm. All the noise in my head fades away and I'm at peace finally."
He pauses and you wait patiently for him to continue, pressing a chaste kiss to his bare pec as silent encouragement.
"You make me feel special. Like I'm worth it."
Your heart clenches at the admission and you turn around fully so you're seated in his lap. His arms wrap around your waist as if it's second nature, and your hands come up to gently grasp his jaw.
"You are worth it, Rafe. I'm sorry the people who are supposed to love you have made you feel like you aren't."
You don't miss the way tears gather on his waterline and you lean forward slowly, giving him time to pull away.
When he doesn't, you continue and the world stops on his axis as your lips mold with his.
Everything else melts away and your mouths move in sync, only the two do you existing in this little bubble.
Your ears tune out the sounds of seagulls crying and screaming kids, the heat from the unforgiving sun giving way to electricity that sparks every nerve ending in your body.
His tongue tangles with yours, the flavor of spearmint and fruit punch mingling on your tastebuds.
You pull back and give him one last short kiss before returning to your original resting position, both of you desperately attempting to catch your breath.
One month is all it took to officially become Rafe's girlfriend. You told each other your darkest and silliest secrets, quiet whispers and unspoken promises in the dark of the night. He became your best friend and boyfriend, consuming all your senses.
Two months is when you gave yourself to him completely, sweaty bodies writhing in unison under fairy lights and the glow of the moon. You would have given in much sooner, but Rafe insisted on taking it slow, wanting to do it right. You're glad he did, the wait was worth it.
Three months in, you introduce each other to your friends and family. Ward actually took a liking to you immediately, boasting about how good you've been for his son. You found a sister in Sarah, the two of you having girl's days regularly and laughing at Rafe's expense. Your parents and friends accepted Rafe with ease, him finding the father figure he always craved in your dad.
Four months is when you finally said what you've both been feeling since week five. A quiet confession while tangled together as a movie played in the background.
"I'm in love with you." You whisper it so quietly, your voice thick with emotion.
"I'm in love with you too. So much so that it's maddening."
Five months into your whirlwind relationship, the two of you moved in together. Rafe was itching to get away from Tannyhill, and in a shock to you both, Ward offered up one of the estates to be your new home.
It's your safe space, a perfect combination of the two of you with carefully chosen throw pillows and pictures lining the walls.
Six months is when you knew without a shadow of a doubt you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Rafe by your side. The two of you are well established now, the honeymoon phase long past and replaced with a much sturdier and ironclad love and respect.
Seven months in, Rafe surprised you with a two-week-long vacation. It's an all-inclusive trip to Italy, the time spent sightseeing and eating local cuisine that still makes your mouth water.
Eight months is how long it took for him to convince you to quit your job and let him take care of you. It doesn't take much persuading by this point, you know that he's not going anywhere and you trust him when he says you'll never lift a finger again.
Nine months in, he takes you on another trip; this time a month-long adventure in Greece. You see the world and he buys you anything you show the slightest interest in. You're happy and comfortable, more content with your life than you ever imagined.
Ten months after your chance meeting, he buys you a new car. He'd absolutely insisted that you deserve the best of the best and your old beat-up Civic doesn't meet the mark. You cried, and the two of you drove up the coast for a blissful long weekend.
Eleven months is when Rafe planned an elaborate party and dropped to one knee. You nearly collapsed with joy as he placed the four-carat Cartier diamond on your left hand and celebrated with your closest friends and family.
That night was spent in bed talking about the future, shared desires of having kids, and settling in OBX. It took you a while to wrap your head around the fact that at just twenty-one and twenty-two years old, you'd found the one you belong with.
Twelve months after your friends forced you to go out, you eloped and married your best friend. One year is all it took for you to believe in soulmates, and become a Cameron. In 365 days, your life did a 180 and you're married with a new Lexus and a house that's more than you could have dreamed of.
But really, all it took was ten seconds for your life to change forever.
#Rafe Cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron#outer banks imagine#outer banks fic#outer banks
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Hier Encore II.
Yan Chrollo x F Reader.
[Hier Encore I.]
Synopsis: Yorknew Police Department Headquarters, 1995, April 10th. You are a director of public safety. The Phantom Troupe attacks the headquarters and takes you under the guise of a hostage situation. Even when the ransom is paid, you are never returned and assumed to be dead. After thirteen months of captivity, in 1996, on May 9th, you escape and try to learn how to live again somewhere far away from your captor. The payment of freedom comes with a steep cost, one that stains your hands so much that even if you drown them in bleach, the stain will remain there for the rest of your life.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectively, not SFW implications, misogynistic undertones (not from Chrollo), forced tattooing, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, mentions of starvation, some minor Hunter x Hunter spoilers, violence, Hisoka showing up sorry about that in advance, minor character death, and stalking.
Word Count: 13.7k.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
Lacrimosa by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
4:00 A.M. by Taeko Onuki
My Girlfriend Is a Witch by October Country
Michelle by Sir Chloe
Sonne by Rammstein
Enemy by Imagine Dragons
Venus Fly Trap by MARINA
Maneater by Nelly Furtado
cult leader by KiNG MALA
Teacher’s Pet by Melanie Martinez
“She looked like a vixen, and that’s what she was; she had all the instincts of a female fox. She was the proverbial predatory female. She had what she wanted, now, and she was content. There was just the getting completely away with it that counted.” – Gil Brewer, Sin for Me
ii. “I would not wish any companion in the world but you.”
You’re happy here.
You’re happy here, picking pumpkins and apples to make decorations and cook into pies. You’re happy here, harvesting sunflowers to put into glass vases around your cottage. You’re happy here, going into the farmer’s market and smelling freshly roasted corn and baked goods.
You’re happy here with Sebaste.
You’re happy here with Sebaste, who is always carrying gifts for you–lovingly ignoring your pleas to better learn how to budget his money–cookies, fried mushrooms, glazed yams, eggplant parmesan… your favorites. His too.
You hope he’s happy here with you too.
He says he does.
*~*~*~*
“Where do you want it? The neck, the leg? Lower, higher?” a voice, still trying to be cordial but exhaustion and annoyance overtook it halfway.
The faux leather furniture squeaks slightly as it is pushed down a bit by you sitting on it. You try to adjust yourself as you lay on your stomach, the plastic beneath you crinkling. ABBA’s Lay All Your Love On Me is playing from the small radio, the audio slightly too quiet for you to make out what part the song was at, and also because of how loud the tattoo artist was as she asked Chrollo a few questions.
“The lower back.” he touches it with his cold finger, almost making you jump and run out of that parlor. “Somewhere around here.”
You try to close your eyes and imagine you are anywhere else in the world. Even a sketchy bar would be better than this tattoo parlor because at least then you could leave with no pain in your body.
“Okay.”
“Thirty thousand Jenny, along with a million for keeping silent about this.” You hear a large bag filled with coins being placed on the table. The same bag that made the owner of this place go on his knees and kept repeating that there was no appointment necessary anymore. While the sound of money jingling would make anyone feel happy, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you. No one will ever know though, because you keep your mouth shut unless you have to say something sweet. “Feel free to count it if you wish. I will not stop you.”
“Nah. I’ll pass.”
“Alright then. Are you going to use a stencil first to show me what it would look like? I think that would be best.”
You hear a tired sigh. “If that’s what you want. I’ll take it out.”
Your legs want to run. Your heart wants to burst out of your chest. Your eyes want tears to come out in rivers. But you can’t.
You can’t because it’s useless and all of your progress would be ruined.
“Here we are.”
You feel thermal paper going on the spot just above where your butt is.
“Looks good.” Chrollo hums, pleased. “Behave. I’ll be back soon.”
His voice is soft but still firm. He steps toward you and squeezes your hand lightly, his thumb rubbing circles around it. He hums again. You can only see his shoes from this angle, but you know he is smiling. You want to scream, but you can’t.
You nod, still not talking. You hear a praise leave his lips, but you’re too scared to pay attention. He thanks the tattoo artist and leaves. The door shuts behind him quietly. For a brief moment, you sigh with relief.
The tattoo artist also sighs. There is a nervous chuckle that escapes both of your mouths, the type where both of you know what would happen if either of you were to step out of line. You try to move your neck upwards to look at the posters on the wall. Most are Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell, with a few of Audrey Hepburn. The largest poster is of the 1953 film Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, with Monroe and Russell dancing above the title in revealing magician outfits.
The tattoo artist turns the dial on the radio, putting on I Put A Spell On You instead, which you'd rather listen to.
The tattoo artist leans in closer and talks to you in a whisper. "I'm so sorry about this. I had to do it."
Your eyes are wide, but you manage to keep your calm. Your fingers are shaking. Chrollo's voice is in your head, telling you to be still or he'll know. You do your best to ignore it as the tattoo needle stabs your back, sending shivers down your spine.
The entire process takes five hours, with you zoning out after about twenty minutes.
The tattoo artist lets out a heavy sigh and leans back in her chair. "We're done, darling. I hope you're satisfied with your new tattoo."
You're exhausted. Your back feels numb. You have zero interest in looking at your new tattoo. You just want to leave.
Chrollo walks through the door with an even bigger smile on his face. "Ah, she's done, is she? Let me take a look."
He walks closer and sees the spider web tattoo, the number zero being on top of it.
"Beautiful. Your tattoo looks amazing, darling." Chrollo stares deeply into your eyes. "Now, would you mind standing up so I can see you in full?"
His eyes wander around your body. Your heart drops as you stand up.
Chrollo looks from your head to your feet as you stand. With every inch of your body, he smiles more deeply. "You look amazing, my dear. Stunning." He runs his smooth fingers across your skin, tracing the design of your tattoo. "Well, I'm satisfied with your new tattoo." He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the door. "Now, let's head back to the room. Don't you need to sleep? It's been a tiring day."
He stares at your tattoo one last time before reaching out and touching your back, tracing the black spiderweb pattern. You want to cry, but you can’t. You feel both the physical and mental pain silencing you. So, all you do is nod.
Nothing is worth the risk.
The tattoo artist doesn’t look at either of you because of the intense guilt she feels.
The December weather outside only makes you want to shiver more.
Life is death. Death is a blessing that allows the weak to rest. Death is life. Life is a curse that allows only the strong to reap the rewards.
*~*~*~*
Even after all this time since the incident happened, your lower back still hurts.
It burns whenever you touch it–like your skin is on fire–but it may be more mental than physical.
There is no scarring, thankfully, and because it is on your lower back, it can easily be hidden. Perhaps that was the point of the placement, for only if you do not have a long shirt or high-waisted pants would anyone see it; and only Chrollo was the only one you were allowed to be nude with, not that you had any choice.
It is the 21st of October, 1998. Sebaste now sleeps in the same bed as you. He talks in his sleep sometimes, about celebrating Halloween with you or his mother. It’s cute, you think. The photo frame beside the bed has a Polaroid photo of you and him, both smiling brightly. It’s a gift from his mother to you in more ways than one. Whenever your paranoia is set off, you hold it in your arms until you have calmed down.
You loved Robin like you would your mother, and aside from Sebaste, she was the only one you would regularly talk to. She is kind to you, and once gave you hand-carved furniture as a gift when Sebaste first introduced you to her as his girlfriend. On colder days she brings you a pot of her homemade pumpkin soup and chatters away as soon as she sets foot in your home. She was talkative, very talkative, which funnily enough contrasts with Sebastian's introversion.
*~*~*~*
“What will you do to stop people from knowing I am still alive?”
The question you asked, mere days into your kidnapping, came when you were lying down, restrained. You did not mean to sound aggressive, but you think you did by accident. Your nervousness is making you lose your touch, it seems.
“If you would like to know, my dear, I shall tell you.” Your captor responds, sitting on a chair beside the bed.
You want to scream for help. You want to demand him to take the silk binds off of you and run for the hills. But you can’t, because you know it would be useless. You have to wait for the right moment.
“I want to know.”
A book covers the lower part of his face, but his eyes still look down on you from your helpless position. The Brothers Karamazov. How fitting.
“We will request more money for your release.” Even though you cannot see half of his face, you know he is smiling from how pleased his voice sounds. “So much money that the authorities will simply give up on you, money that simply cannot be paid.”
Here you are, with a silk scarf tied around your wrists, not too tight but not too loose, and another binding your legs. He got rid of the handcuffs when he returned with you to a penthouse, wanting in some sense to make sure you were at least partially comfortable. Perhaps the handcuffs were just to ensure the public thought that you were a hostage taken for ransom.
“Four million, sixteen million, perhaps twenty million for just a cut of your hair, maybe fifty million for a photo of you in your presumed last moments.” There is a pause, with you finally being able to hear your rapid heartbeat hidden behind a mask of calmness. “They will give up on you eventually, and the world will continue to go on as it always has.”
You silently wish that you could turn your hearing off like a light. There is such depravity, devotion, and greediness in his tone.
“Maybe they won’t.” Your eyes keep moving around the room to avoid his intense stare from above. “Maybe they’ll know whatever body you plant is fake. Maybe they’ll locate me. Maybe they’ll… they’ll pay everything off.”
“That does not seem plausible, my sweet.”
You are holding back a sea of tears.
“Even though you think so, there is quite a small chance that will happen. That chance will only dwindle as the price increases, I am afraid. Money is far more important to governments than human lives in all cases. You know that, don’t you?” Chrollo says, his voice slightly teasing, turning a page of his book. “Perhaps it is for the best that they think you are dead though, angel, with all of the… dealings you have done when you thought no one was watching. You are quite resourceful. It’s something we have in common, you know.”
You know that you’ll only make this situation worse if you try to fight back anymore.
You just look up at the ceiling and count the tiles, waiting for the moment he unties you.
One, two, three, four, five, six…
*~*~*~*
You liked gardening before your capture, and still do. As a hobby, you grow plants that are suitable for the fall setting. You cook with them when they have matured enough, or give them to Robin if you have too much of them. You especially like yams because they can be cooked into both sweet and savory dishes. A duplex trait you love.
It keeps your mind off of Chrollo.
You got yourself a new watering can recently. It can hold more water for your plants and it is prettier than your old one. It is a metal one, the spout rose freshly cleaned from rust by your gloved hands scrubbing for what felt like a millennium. It was worth it. The water compartment has purple lilies and white jasmine flowers on its bottom half. There are also a few butterflies, bees, and praying mantises among them. It’s cute and comforting to you.
This new life is also just as cute and comforting to you. You feel a sense of stability now that you aren’t forced to go from place to place by your captor or in fear of being caught by him. There is a sweetness and simplicity to it all. You get better sleep now that you share a bed with someone you love rather than someone you hate with all your being. You wear sweaters and sweatpants instead of those revealing shirts and short skirts, being free to dress warmly for once. Even when you were given tights as a reward for good behavior, they always were not nearly enough to make you stop shivering. Whenever you go to a clothing store in the town you avoid the section with clothes that are meant to show off collarbones or thighs. You’d rather die than wear them, even in the scorching heat of the summer months, bearing the rolls of sweat that appear on your face and your back.
*~*~*~*
The clothes are too tight. It’s hard to walk like this.
Everything itches.
You would love nothing more than to take your clothes off right here.
One of your hands goes to the upper part of your back while the other goes near your spine, your arms almost hugging you from how odd their placements are. As much as you fidget, you cannot seem to get that one spot, until you feel someone else scratch it gently.
“Here?”
You sigh, relieved as Jean’s nails move up and down, subduing your discomfort.
“The bodice is almost strangling me, and they gave me ballet slippers twice my size.” You groan as you sweep your bangs to the side so you can see what is in front of you. You start walking with Jean away from the stage and into the darkness of the hallway where the dressing rooms are.
“Don’t you think you can buy a new pair?” A well-meaning question, but their tone doesn’t stop you from dryly laughing.
“I’m not the one who had the lead role.” You walk to the door with the number four on it, twisting the handle and pushing it backward. “This is just a sideshow, anyway. As soon as I get that promotion, I’m getting out of here and moving to a different Yorknew district. One with a name that does not claim to be a saint.” Upon entering the dressing room, you raise your arms towards the ceiling and emit a low, discontented sound. “Hilland or Kingstown, hopefully. Those have the highest crime rates, after all.”
“Saintshore isn’t that bad.” Jean leans on the door and begins to take off their shoes, their quality much higher than yours. Your eyes go back between your vanity and theirs, both of which have bouquets piled on top of each other, along with other gifts. “The audience loves you, you know.”
“Then why was I the deuteragonist yet again?” Your hands shift through your mound, separating the flowers from everything else. Some chocolates, makeup, perfume, confessional love letters… nothing to pay much attention to, as usual. Frustration overtakes you, but you don’t let it show.
“I mean it. Everyone loves you. You rival my popularity most of the time.”
Another dry laugh from you. “Then my dog days should be over by now.”
“Perhaps they will soon.” You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that Jean is smiling, trying to comfort you as they always do. “I think you’ll be okay. You have plenty of potential and you are admired by many here, from the patrons to the staff.”
“If those people loved me as much as they say they do, then I wouldn’t be in this dress and instead be living in a penthouse, living a life of luxury without working a single hour.”
“Maybe that will happen someday. You never know.” A hug from behind. “Maybe you’ll be swept off your feet tomorrow by some charming, tall stranger. Like those meet cutes from those movies you like watching.”
“If only, Jean. If only.”
*~*~*~*
Robin took you to the library today because you had mentioned that the few books you had were getting boring. She told you that she had never taken for an answer when you said you didn’t want to bother her. She then grabbed your hand and pulled you all the way here, repeating that you were never an inconvenience to her and that she loved you. She accompanied you to the horror section, remembering your fondness for the genre as you had mentioned a few days ago. That and Halloween were just around the corner.
You were glad to have someone to talk to while Sebaste was busy working in his office, at least.
Robin was chattering away, talking about random stuff that she remembered or events that happened when she was younger. A few weeks ago, she went on a tangent about the history of execution methods and how it related to racial segregation, and if you were being honest it was interesting to listen to. You learn a lot from Robin this way, even things like carving you learn more from her words and less from her movements.
As much as her interests are varied and odd, you cannot deny that Robin is very knowledgeable. Whenever Robin is present, it's as if you're engaged in a conversation with an old buddy or a younger sibling passionately discussing their interests, even though Robin is significantly older than you. If it wasn’t for the fact that there are many small sections of white hair amongst her ginger locks and her wrinkles, a stranger would probably have assumed that she is your little sister.
You love her and trust her.
“What about this one?” Robin asks, holding out a book with the title We Have Always Lived In The Castle on its monochrome front.
If you recall correctly, it’s a Shirley Jackson work. Someone recommended it to you a long time ago, you think. You can’t remember who exactly, though. It was not Chrollo as he was not the most interested in horror to begin with. All that was on his bookshelves were books relating to philosophy or something else in that vein.
At present, the library houses a mere handful of people. The librarian, the village teacher with two visibly tired children. A girl about your age with bright purple hair and a black leather jacket with tiny spikes on its cuffs and a white skull on the back of it. A man who looked a bit older than you was reading a book with his other hand on his chin looking zoned out in a way.
*~*~*~*
There is a pleased, wanting moan coming from behind you on the bed.
“We’re finally alone, baby…”
Don Dario lays on his bed, large enough to be used by at least five people. The frame is made of agarwood, and the headboard is crested with what you assume is pure gold, considering how rich the Don is. The pillows are encased with wine red and medallion yellow silk. So are the curtains of the canopy. The blanket is doused in similar shades, but slightly darker than you think. If you choose to lie down, you could see the painted inside of the marquee, but you don’t want to. You do not want to sleep with this slimeball. So you simply sit at the corner hoping the Don would just give up and let you go.
“Don’t be shy, baby.” His knees are stabbing into the mattress and he is quickly unbuckling the belt of his crimson velvet robe, moaning and chuckling with excitement. “Come on, pussycat. Come to Daddy.” Even though you refuse to face him, you can envision how he is licking his lips as you hear his mantle being thrown to the floor. “No need to keep playing hard to get. Nobody’s here aside from you and me. I know you want me, darling.”
Click, click, click.
He crawls on all fours to your backside and then to your right side, still cooing and cawing. You finally look at his eyes, and you see the direction they are facing; downwards. After a slight scoff from you, though, he looks upwards towards your face. “You’re so cute, you know. I feel like I will never get tired of looking at you.”
Click, click, click.
“You like me too, don’t you?” There is a smirk on his face, making his double chin even larger and making you in turn narrow your eyes. “You must, at least a little bit, right? Everyone wants a piece of me. But I don’t mind if such a pretty girl like you wants to get a bit more than you were told that you would get. You will, if you promise to come back, that is. For another round.”
There is a whisper of a glare in your eyes, and when Don Dario notices this he simply laughs haughtily.
“Now, now, sweetie.” He puts a hand on your shoulder. “I always keep my word. You just have to do your part and everything will be fine.”
“I never said I would do this, you forced me to be here.”
The grip tightens and you wince. “When I saw you on that stage, I knew I had to have you. I was feeling generous. I still am.” His voice is now cold and demanding, the opposite of how it was just a few seconds ago. “I’ll pay off your debts and have a word with your boss, I promise, if you do as you are told.”
“Asshole.”
Click, click, click.
There is a murmur of fondness from Don Dario’s mouth, but you don’t care enough to make out what he said.
“You know no sane woman would sleep with you willingly, and so you order your lackeys to grab one by the hair and drag her to your room. Quite pathetic, wouldn’t you say?”
Don Dario rolls onto his back and cackles like he is being tickled. “This kitten is trying to use her claws to fight a lion! How adorable.” You want to throw up.
Click, click, click.
A flash.
“What was that?” You ask, irate.
“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Your neck turns to see him start to unbutton his shirt, the golden letters and medals of the many necklaces around his neck smashing against one another. “Just a few mementos, and also to make sure you don’t say anything… crummy.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Call me whatever you like, but one way or another you’ll do what I want.” There is a sudden grab of your hair as you are forced to lay on the mattress roughly. The touch of the velvet beneath you, despite being soft, also feels like molasses on your skin and makes you feel slow and heavy. “Let us not wait a second longer, my bride for today. Be good for me and maybe I’ll even send more money your way in the future.”
You want to cry out for help, but his henchmen are right outside his bedroom door in case you try to run. It would be useless. You wouldn’t be let go and all that would result from it is you being pushed and shoved back into Don Dario’s arms eventually. He would find you if you ran.
You decide not to fight anymore. You’re exhausted and there would be no point in the long run. You nod and the genuine smile that appears on Don Dario’s face is a terrifying sight to you. At least you would get that promotion and the money to pay off your debts, even if it hurts to walk in the morning.
“Give daddy some sugar, baby.”
Every hair on your body stands on end as you nod.
You are nothing now but a Mignonne who is forced to be swept off her feet.
“Lay all your love on me.”
*~*~*~*
The newspaper today had an odd headline, to say the least. Especially because this town is so far away from the Saintshore district of Yorknew. It would take forever to get to it, not that you would ever want to return to that place that should be categorized as a nuclear dump if anything. The food was greasy. There was always a whiff of smoke, either from the smokers or the many, many cars, and rusty needles on the ground below you if you set foot outside. Not that there would be a point in going for a walk as Saintshore was practically unwalkable except for a few suburban areas and a small portion of the poorly taken care of parks.
Mobster Don Dario Niccolo Found Beheaded In Alleyway was not a title you had ever thought would be read or even seen by you or anyone for that matter, but it makes sense. Dario was not short of enemies who would do anything to kill him or at the very least sabotage his business affairs with other criminals. He always had the limelight on him, whether his deeds were good or bad. That gave him the nickname of the uncrowned king of Saintshore. You don’t feel bad for his family or his ‘friends’ in the slightest. That is one person who is part of your unwanted past gone, after all, and someone will be there to get the blood-soaked inheritance and probably continue the Niccolo legacy to take more money.
You’re happy to be far away from that district and from the Phantom Troupe, almost enough to get you on your knees and worship the stars above you.
*~*~*~*
His movements are always silent, never betraying his presence with the sound of footsteps. You never hear them coming.
He does it on purpose, you think, to keep you on edge and to catch you in any act of escaping he suspects you will do.
He’s right if he does expect you will try something, though.
His earrings glimmer in the moonlight, hypnotizing you with their beauty. His eyes glimmer too, his irises reminding you of the pitch-black sky that is above you two and this picnic blanket. His teeth remind you of pearls sold in unpurchasable jewelry shops. At least you feel hypnotized, because you do nothing as he takes your hand, not even flinching. Like the devil, Chrollo is beautiful. But the beauty is only hiding what lurks beneath the surface; a monster.
“Open wide, dearest.” The chocolate-covered strawberry leans closer, pale fingertips holding onto its dark green leaves. “This is romantic, is it not?”
Maybe you can blur out his words for a bit longer to again remove the bitter taste in your mouth. Then only the sweetness of the scenery in front of you would remain, hypnotizing you yet again.
*~*~*~*
When you step out of your house’s door, it is like you are instantly transported back to four years ago; the last time you celebrated Halloween.
All the houses on every block have decorations of some kind, whether going all out with animatronics supposed to resemble monsters like the popular Bays’ house or a measly jack-o-lantern standing out amongst a poorly taken care of front yard like the lone Mr. Hyde’s house. Perhaps the weeds only increased the scariness for the children and were done on purpose. Ah, weeds. How horrifying. All of the houses also have candy to give out to the trick-or-treaters, from Ms. Alson’s house down the street to the unpopular Blissetts’, your neighbors. In Ms. Alson’s case, she is giving out handmade gift bags to everyone who passes by, even adults. However, the Blissetts only put out a smaller-than-life basket of candy corn with a ‘take one’ sign next to it. Terrifying.
“Trick or treat. Give me something good to eat!” The kids chanted, running around in circles as they all wore costumes.
*~*~*~*
As you ponder the origins of this situation, you diligently search for any missteps on your part. Chrollo, in his typical fashion, remains silent about the expression on your face as your mind races. He always waits for you to speak first, yet you are certain he is aware of your thoughts. Together on the balcony, he feigns interest in his book, his sunglasses serving as a disguise to conceal the gaze fixated upon you. What could you have possibly done to cause such a high-ranking criminal to be romantically interested in you? Did you meet somewhere before? Did he see you from afar and become obsessed with you that way?
“You look rather nice with only my shirt on.” A hand is placed on your bare thigh, squeezing the meaty flesh gently.
“When did you first start liking me?” Your vocal tone emerges with a softer and huskier quality than initially intended. You discreetly clear your throat, contemplating whether a repetition of your words is necessary. Chrollo's gaze is fixated upon you, yet you avoid meeting his eyes, instead directing your attention towards the captivating spectacle of the sunset. The hues of yellow seamlessly blend into orange, which seamlessly blends into red, the colors melding together without complete separation. He affectionately applies more pressure to your thigh, emitting a gentle hum. This shirt serves two purposes: to allure him, ultimately facilitating your escape, and to maintain a facade of modesty, despite it being the most conservative garment available in the hotel room. Your loathing for him burns fiercely within, yet you must never allow it to manifest outwardly.
When you fixate on the sunset, you wonder to yourself if you perhaps can distract yourself from the sensation of his hand caressing your thigh.
Placing his book on the table near the outdoor couch, he leans in your direction and gently draws you onto his lap. You make no resistance, acknowledging the potential advantage this holds for your scheme. After all, even if you tried, he wouldn't allow you to escape.
“I mean if you don’t mind. If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t get mad.” You lean in, Chrollo’s hair slightly tickling your nostrils. “It’s your choice.”
“You’re right in that aspect. It is my choice.” He hums and you can picture his eyes behind his sunglasses shifting upwards in reminiscence. The arm around you pulls you in closer so that your nose is right next to his neck. “But I’ll tell you if that is what you want. I was in Saintshore and saw you dancing in a ballet.”
“Which one?” You mumble, not even surprised that he knew your side job before you were promoted. You can smell his cologne; musk, sandalwood, rum, and vanilla. He always sprays just a bit too much, not enough to make you cough but enough for you to smell it whenever he is close. Not that you would ever tell him that, as that would ruin your plan and he is self-aware enough to know what he is doing.
“Swan Lake. You played an excellent Odile, beloved.” His hand brushes your arm while the other dances on your thigh still. The queen of the black swans.
“That’s it?” You ask, and Chrollo responds by having his hand over upward from your thigh to your bangs, brushing them to the side.
“You were just so graceful. You still are just as beautiful, you know.” He kisses your forehead and you try your hardest to not flinch. As you gaze at the sunset, you make a conscious effort to divert your attention from the affectionate tone in his voice. He passionately shares his journey of falling in love with you, while his hand gently rests beneath your shirt, and you sense something hard beneath you. It’s best not to think about it too much, you tell yourself.
*~*~*~*
Two years, five months, twenty-two days, twenty-three hours, and five minutes.
That is the duration of time that had passed since your triumphant escape, about half the duration accounting for the time it took for you to reach a considerably distant location from the place where you were held prisoner.
Tickets to films, musical adaptations, ballets, stage adaptations, and operas. Piles upon piles of novels, fashionable clothes, and delicious food that were more expensive than anything you had ever bought before your capture. Everything was given to you in the blink of an eye, all aside from freedom.
Memorabilia like heart-shaped sunglasses, flared sundresses, lingerie made with lace and silk, violas, violins, cellos, croissants, cream puffs, macaroons, rings, necklaces, chokers, thigh highs, garter belts, short skirts, sheer tights, and hotpants were all given to you without you even asking. You only wore them and played them and ate them when it would help you with your escape plan, which you guessed was all the time. You became the archetype known as the temptress, a symbol of lust and desirability. Unethical, a Queen Bee, mysterious, wanting, and seductive. But you also had to become Chrollo’s sweetheart at the same time. A princess from a fairytale, a coquette, gentle, sweet, and alluring.
*~*~*~*
The bedroom is suffocating to you. It was too clean, too pristine, the walls having all furniture mounted on it tidy with not a speck of dust or dirt. There is a low hum of the air conditioner that is above hung paintings that were both stolen and bought legally. A pendulum clock above the bed with its hand swinging from side to side with a constant tick-tocking sound. The blanket restraining your wrists was tied to the headboard, the half that was all things considered a piece of your part of the bed. He doesn’t restrain your legs anymore, a reward you suppose for good behavior, for not trying to kick him whenever he touches you or at the very least within your range. Similarly, he doesn’t gag you anymore for not screaming and crying and demanding to be let go.
He sometimes feeds you and sometimes lets you feed yourself. He brings you whatever you want to eat whenever you want to eat. Pastries, cheese, bread, pasta, all of it you have access to, all you have to do is ask for it. If you don’t request anything, the meal will be something nutritious and balanced, like steamed rice and broccoli with tofu and miso soup. One time you refused to eat, clamping your mouth shut like a toddler as he gently tried to guide a metal spoon to your lips.
You tired your neck out that way and gave in about an hour later, though the food was ice cold by then.
You don’t refuse to eat anymore. You don’t do a lot of things you want to do anymore. You are scheduled as to when you can and cannot walk within the penthouse like you are his dog. The only room you have privacy in is the bathroom, when the silk restraints come off and you can walk around freely, as small as the room is. Though it is windowless, and there would be nowhere to hide if Chrollo ever decided to open the lockless bathroom door.
If you are good, he lets you watch movies or shows on the television, he’ll read to you, one time he even gave you some of your old things from your apartment, putting them on the table beside you. If you are bad… On days that you are bad, he ignores you, aside from when you ask to go to the bathroom, he describes the brutalness of the murders he has committed in great detail as you squirm, or he will tickle you for an hour straight until your face is red with tears and you can hardly breathe.
“I’m willing to wait.”
He repeats this every time you try to tear the blanket off of your wrists and ankles, every time after you cry and scream your lungs out, every time you refuse to look at him and at yourself in a desperate attempt to control at least one thing; your imagination. He wants you to break and leave only your vulnerable, core self. You could never resist the pull of rebellion forever, your thread of patience always eventually snapping and forcing yourself to tie it back together. You could never resist what lays dormant in the deepest crevices of your heart; a chained-up beast.
“With time, all pain fades.”
*~*~*~*
Maybe he is right in that aspect. As much as you want to deny it, with every passing month you were held captive, what Chrollo does then surprised you less and less. You sort of became comfortably numb to it all, only focusing on escape and not how much he touched you everywhere and told you sweet nothings both in and out of bed.
*~*~*~*
“The bathroom is well stocked with all sorts of soaps and shampoos and creams, as well as any other necessities you will need for this.” Chrollo says as he presses one of the mirrors above the sink, the mirror opening and revealing more products than are at the rim of the bathtub already. As always, his voice is calm.
You have never heard him angry before, or sad before, and you don’t want to. You don’t know what he would do if you pushed him to that point. That is why when Chrollo had told you that he wanted you to bathe him as a reward for you being so good these past few weeks, you agreed. You had just graduated from being restrained from the bed to being able to walk around the penthouse freely, and you don’t want that taken away from you, especially so soon.
“And I expect you to do a good job.” He adds, bringing your focus back on him and not on the restraints he had tucked away in his closet a few days ago. “There might be other rewards for you if you do so.”
“I know.” You mutter and pull the handle above the bathtub. Water starts to flow and warm up. You want to ask him if those rewards would be for you or him, but you can’t bring yourself to. Rewards from Chrollo are always a gamble, ranging from making bread to him bringing you a spider lily plant home to gifting you clothes that showed off your collarbone to you sitting on his lap as he read.
“Good girl,” Chrollo says, watching as the tub begins to fill with water and he closes the mirror with a soft click. “And if you’re a very good girl,” He pauses for a moment as the edges of his lips bend into a smirk from what you can see in the foggy mirror. “Who knows what kind of reward I might just give you.” He turns to you, his face still covered by a sly smile. “That is, of course, if you’re a very good girl.”
As much as you try to stop it, your eyebrows furrow slightly at his statement, unsure of what to think. All he does is chuckle.
“Why don’t I make this as fun for you as possible?” In his hands are narrow glass vials, each a different color. From the grainy appearance you can see from each bottle, you can safely assume that they are bath salts. You are right as Chrollo puts them each on the area around the sink one by one. “After all, you’re going to be taking a bath with me.” He pauses for a moment, allowing his words to hang in the air. “I hope you’re excited, darling.” He leans in close and presses a kiss on your forehead. “You’re going to enjoy this very, very much, I promise.”
“I know.” You mutter again as you step forward toward the sink, and Chrollo steps back a bit for you to see the options of bath salts. As you expected, there is a wide variety of scents. Floral aromas such as lavender, rose, cherry blossom, and vanilla. There is also a selection of sweet scents, like strawberry and apple, while at the same time, there are some muskier, darker scents, like cinnamon and sandalwood.
You have no say in your hell. You don’t want a say in your hell.
You pick up the narrow periwinkle flask labeled as lavender with shaking hands. As the warm water in the tub fills your bathroom with the sweet smell of lavender, you hear Chrollo speak up from behind you.
“Good choice, love.” He says, his voice filled with anticipation as he speaks. “Now then, I think it is about time for you to give me that bath.”
You hate how you automatically nod, and how Chorollo coos as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
*~*~*~*
You still have trouble having baths in the village bathhouse because of him. You have trouble doing a lot of things you had no problem doing before. You sometimes wake up and because of Sebaste’s dark hair and white skin, you mistake him for Chrollo for a few moments of drowsiness and almost cry and scream. When you are brushing your hair, you style it the way you like it but almost consider putting it in a style Chrollo likes, just in case you see him that day out of pure chance and bad luck. Whenever you see a book that used to be on Chrollo’s shelves, you almost buy it or borrow it so you can burn it later.
*~*~*~*
“What are you looking for, dollface? Treasure? Get rich quick schemes, history?” a voice, still trying to be cordial but curiosity and wandering eyes overtook it halfway.
The faux leather furniture squeaks slightly as it is pushed down a bit by you sitting on it. You try to adjust yourself as you sit down on your butt, crossing your legs. ABBA’s Lay All Your Love On Me is playing from the small radio, the audio is slightly too quiet for you to make out what part the song is at, and also because of how loud the construction is outside.
“You are a Hunter, aren’t you?” You lean in slightly and make direct eye contact with him, putting on a slight smile. “I would like to know more about a certain Spider if you catch what I am saying.”
You hate how the man looks at you, confusion clear on his face. You knew it would be risky coming here, but you have no other options.
“Why them?”
You place a large bag filled with coins on the table. “The thirty thousand Jenny fee to talk to you, along with a million for keeping silent about this.” You now see the man’s eyes glitter with greed as he smirks. Some people were just too easy. This feels like child’s play compared to Chrollo with the lengths you would have to go to manipulate him. “Feel free to count it if you wish. I will not stop you.”
“Nah. I want to get straight to business if you don’t mind.”
“Alright then. What do you know about them? Tell me everything.”
The man leans back and looks at the cracked ceiling. “Just be warned, pretty little lady, if they come after you it’s not my fault. You’re asking for trouble.”
You’re annoyed at him keep calling you pet names. You want to slap him. You want to say you would rather not be here at all. But you can’t.
You can’t because it’s useless and all of your progress would be ruined.
“Just one sec.”
He takes another drag of his cigar and exhales, the smoke erupting from his nose onto your face and almost making you loudly cough.
“I’ll tell you.” He smiles, the cigar still wedged between his two golden teeth. “You young ones are so dumb. You aren’t even a Hunter, dollface.”
His grimy voice is like nails on a chalkboard to you. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and his finger taps on it, making some of the burnt parts fall onto the ashtray. He hums again. You just want your information so you can go. You don’t want to do small talk, especially with this prick.
You nod, still not talking. His grin widens at that. He raises one of his hands and a man in a suit and sunglasses comes out of the shadows and hands him a folder, leaving straight afterward without making a sound. So you have unwanted company.
You almost let out a sigh then. The man whistles a tune unfamiliar to you as he looks through the file. He then throws it in an uncaring way towards your side of the table, the folder letting out a slight thump as the paper makes contact with the wood. He whistles a bit more and puts one of his legs over the other. He sighs and your disdain for him only increases by then.
He leans toward and taps on the document inside, some of his cigar ashes staining it.
He grabs the bottle of liqueur beside him and pours some into his shot glass, his many golden rings shining underneath the dimmed lights. "Here is all the information we have on them. It is troublesome how little we know about them."
Your eyes are full of annoyance, but you manage to keep your calm. You lean forward and read through the paper in front of you. You have to do this. You have to do this to make sure that your freedom is everlasting.
To read the entire page took only a few minutes at most, the man being truthful in the fact that no Hunter knows them very well despite the Phantom Troupe being much more than infamous.
The man lets out a heavy sigh and leans back in his chair. "Sorry, miss. We know hardly more than you do, but I’ll try to tell you anything else we found out recently."
You want to let out a sigh again. The paper is littered with stains and leaves residue on your fingertips. This is necessary, you tell yourself. Though you just want to leave.
The man clears his throat to get your attention and holds up one of his fingers. "According to my resources, the Spider has recently lost a leg. They quickly gained another to replace it, unfortunately."
It indeed should not be surprising considering how many enemies the Phantom Troupe has, but it is a bit to you.
"We don’t know which one. That’s the most we know of the situation." He stares deeply into your eyes. "I don’t have any other information to give you, I’m afraid."
His eyes wander around your body. Your heart drops slightly as he grabs the folder and closes it.
You don’t stand up, instead briefly gazing at the liqueur bottle. The man smiles more deeply then, and you feel like you are about to throw up. "You know, you’re very pretty, miss. Just beautiful." His hand moves toward you in one brief motion, to which you respond by leaning away, "I don’t bite, no need to be scared." You stand up. "Now, now, dollface. We should talk a bit more, don’t you think? Maybe I can even drive you back to your place later, or mine."
You scrunch your nose in disgust and begin to walk out of the room. He does not physically stop you, but he mumbles insults under his breath. Slut, whore, the more unoriginal ones. You just ignore them and leave.
That guy was an asshole, but at least you got something out of it.
You wonder which Spider has died.
You hope that it was Chrollo, but that would be near impossible.
Chrollo is hardly known about, after all. There was hardly any information about him anywhere; from the news to the people you question and bribe. You don’t know anything about him either, despite being previously a captive of his. Perhaps even Chrollo does not know much about himself, or at least that is what you theorize.
To entirely free oneself from his clutches, one would need to strike a pact with the devil.
*~*~*~*
Sometimes you think you are an escaped ballerina from her music box. You were always in the same position and only did what you were told.
All you have were the walls of the orchestrina and Chrollo. Without him with you in those many penthouses and hotel rooms, you had no one and could speak to no one. Even when you had escaped by shattering your silk-clad, bleeding feet, some small scattered porcelain pieces of you are left behind for him to find.
If you ever told Sebaste the truth, it would all be for nothing, wouldn’t it?
You would be back to being on the run, trying to pick up whatever ceramic drops from you to avoid leaving a path of breadcrumbs that would lead him directly to you. Just one mistake is all it takes, and it would all be over in a flash. You would try to fix it as quickly as you can, but it wouldn’t be enough, because one day his grabbing hands will grab the soles of your feet, and there you will stay forevermore, attached back onto them, never being able to leave his palms.
A few breaths would kick the door down. The windows would rattle. Weeds would sprout in your garden. You would smell cigarette smoke because the palm of your hand would be back to being used as his ashtray. Everything would burn to the ground.
You don’t want that. God, you do not want that. More than anything in this world.
*~*~*~*
There is someone in your home.
There is someone in your home, and you don’t think they are here to kill you.
There is someone in your home, and although you don’t think they are here to kill you, they do not come with the best of intentions either, though.
You think they are in love with you. Love may not be the best to describe it, you think, maybe obsessed or infatuated instead.
Whoever breaks into your home regularly leaves you gifts; flowers, cards, clothes, and other things they know you like. They must have been stalking you for quite a while before doing this because hardly anyone you know knows what your favorite instrument or candle scent is.
Sometimes they go on rants in the letters they send to you once or twice a week. Sometimes they bring you trinkets, usually hairpins or porcelain figurines. One morning you woke to find a bag of coffee grounds, your favorite brand but also quite an expensive one. When you used them that very morning, they praised you greatly with a long note the next day. However, when you refused to eat the slice of strawberry shortcake that was put on your kitchen table and threw it away in your bin, there was no note whatsoever.
You don’t think they cared, or at least didn’t want to let you know they cared. The amount of gifts put in your apartment only increased every time you ignored the last present. They kept getting more and more expensive, too. Whoever is in your home is either filthy rich or does not know how to budget their money well.
Sometimes you hear the lightest of breaths when your back is turned and you are sitting on the sofa, watching a comforting movie. They are fast and good at hiding because whenever you try to catch them in the act there is nothing behind you.
Every time you try to tell someone, they say to just install more security, more locks, cameras, and invest in self-defense lessons and tasers and alarms. You have tried that, and nothing works, the gifts and trinkets keep coming.
No one believes you and your stalker knows it. Every time you try to report it and get shut down, there is a mocking chuckle from behind you when you come back home.
You aren’t alone, you’re with them, but you wish you were because then you would at least be able to rest. You wish you were alone in the dark.
…
There is someone in your home.
There is someone in your home, and you think they want you.
There is someone in your home, and you know you don’t want them.
…
You’re tired. You don’t know how to express it.
It’s nearly midnight and you just want to take out your resentment on something. You just want to be alright. You lock your apartment door behind you and walk from the entrance to your small sitting area. You sit on the couch, ignoring the large box on the table beside it. Instead, you grab the basket of VHS tapes on the floor, shuffling through them with both your hands.
Billy Madison. Perfect. You take it out.
Your fingers tap against the front of the tape, your other hand scratches the back of your head and rubs the back of your neck, and your feet shake.
Your stalker must have turned your lamp on when you were out working, maybe for you to see the gift, because you know you didn’t. You don’t care to address the box or them right now, as you are used to it by now.
You snap the VHS tape in half with both of your hands.
All this world does is hurt you, so who can blame you for wanting to hurt it back?
It was a shitty movie anyway. A horribly written plot. Horribly written characters. You were never really a fan of comedies, especially those with a spoiled rich kid as the protagonist. You were going to throw it out even if you didn’t break the tape. You want to demote that assistant who gave you that as a joke.
But that would be petty, and it was a joke. You just wish he got you Gone with the Wind or The Princess Bride or Romeo and Juliet or something like that instead. You could go for a romance movie right about now, especially one with a forehead kiss. You love forehead kisses.
You throw the smashed VHS tape in the garbage.
You could swear that you heard a chuckle as you did so.
…
There is someone in your home.
There is someone in your home, and they put a gift beside your bed as you sleep.
There is someone in your home, and they put an unused VHS tape with the title ‘Romeo and Juliet' on your bedside table before you could wake up.
There is someone in your home, and they give you a forehead kiss before slithering off again into the dark.
You know they won’t stay there for long, but you foolishly hope that they will.
Dark goldenrod, rich black, gray, baby powder, blood red.
*~*~*~*
There is someone in your home. You are sure of it.
The placement of everything is slightly off.
The perfume bottles and makeup products in your bedroom are slightly tilted, and your figurines are placed in places where you know you didn't put them, like finding your cat music box on your vanity when it is always by your bedside table, and your bed is slightly unmade. You feel a gaze whenever you are at home and when you are just about to fall asleep, you hear the soft clicking of a camera. You hear the floorboards creak, too loud to be your dog’s. You know Sebaste would never do those things because he is in his office all day working, even when you are in bed already.
Your kitchen is dirtier than usual. There are always some fallen, dried leaves on the floor even when neither you nor Sebaste had gone outside that day. Some of your food is missing, like the leftover pancakes you planned on eating. Sebaste claims to have not eaten them, and you know he is telling the truth.
It is not just your paranoia. There is someone in your home, watching you.
That same person is most likely watching you outside your home too. You feel a gaze wherever you are.
Whenever you go to the library to read something, you always feel someone looking at you whenever you are paying attention to the books, turning their gaze away the moment you look around. Whenever you pick up takeout from the local saloon, you feel someone staring at you in the corner, blending in with the rest of the dancing, friendly villagers. Whenever you are at the farmer’s market, you feel a gawker behind you, hiding behind one of the stalls, one filled to the brim with boxes and boxes of produce. Whenever you turn your head as you are walking to your cottage, you hear quickening footsteps, running farther and farther away. Whenever you are in the town’s museum, you can sense someone near you in the same exhibit, pretending to pay attention to the artifacts and not you.
Their eyes feel intense like you are made of gold. Something sellable at an auction or something to be stuffed into a penthouse and never see the light of day again. Within your blood flows aureate brilliance to them. You are something to be used, to be fed to the wolves.
You found a few muddy footprints in the bathroom coming from the window above it a few days ago. They are too big and too misshapen to be your dog’s, and they don’t look like the footprints that Sebastian's sneakers leave behind. You clean it up with a mop and some spray. As much as you want to be, you cannot say you are exactly afraid, but a few tiers below that.
You are cautious, sure. You make sure your doors and windows are locked before going to sleep now as well as double checking them in the middle of the night. You cannot say you are afraid, though. You are plotting to catch them in the act, and you don’t think someone afraid would confront their stalker.
You keep doing your usual routine. Wake up, boil water for coffee, wash your face and brush your teeth, make coffee and breakfast, and eat said breakfast. You prefer this life to the one you ran away from by a landslide, still, even though your stalker is somewhat ruining it. Chrollo would treat you like a glorified dog.
Sit, stay, and roll over.
Good girl.
Here is a treat.
You think Sebaste is the only one keeping you from snapping and hunting down your gawker with a bow and ax. Ironically, he still doesn’t know about them. But that’s alright with you. You prefer it.
His routine mirrors yours. He makes coffee for you some days. He eats with you. He walks the dog with you. Then he goes to his office to work.
This is a life you are happy with. You aren’t going to let your stalker ruin that for you.
You are not going to tell Sebaste either. It is much better if you handle this problem on your own. Solving problems on your own is what you are used to, after all. Sebaste could be in danger if you tell him. You’re in danger, and you don’t want him to share your fate more than he already is.
Sebaste is the one person in this world you can trust wholeheartedly. You want to protect him, and you would give up everything if it meant he would be happy and safe. So, you buy a taser, some pepper spray, and a pullable alarm, and learn how to hold your keys in just the right way so you could be able to use them as weapons in case your confrontation with your stalker goes sour.
You have planned what to do with your stalker if things do go as you intended. An abandoned shed, a chair, zip ties, and some… equipment if they do not tell you everything they know right away.
*~*~*~*
Once upon a time, there was a princess who had a terrible curse placed upon her by a witch when she was an infant. Everything she touched would die in but a few moments. One day, she got tired of living alone on the outskirts of her kingdom, banished when she was near adulthood, and set out into the woods to search for someone to be her first-ever friend.
However, what she discovered was a malevolent man exuding an overwhelming aura of greed.
She hated him. She hated him with all her being, from how he looked to how he spoke to how he treated her; everything he did she disliked.
So, a few days after meeting him in the forest behind her cottage, the princess asked him to touch her face. He did, gently caressing her cheek with his palm and fingers. As his hand made contact with her delicate visage, the princess gently shut her eyes and silently counted to five. But when the princess opened her eyes, she was horrified by the sight in front of her.
The stranger was still there, alive.
…
The unexpected visitor revealed himself as King Death, who is in relentless pursuit of a bride who embodies purity and possesses a power comparable to his own.
"To discover an angel as calm and radiant as the morning doves and dew is an immense stroke of fortune."
Uttering these words, he ensnared her with a gaze as binding as a wedding vow, his eyes devoid of light and depth, unlike anything the princess had witnessed in her secluded little forest. Without delay, he then accomplished his task with an air of satisfaction.
…
Princess Blossom bemoans her unfortunate circumstance, trapped in a desolate garden devoid of life and sunshine. “Do you have not an ounce of mercy for me or anyone?"
Across from her, King Death relishes in the corpse beneath his feet, a lifeless dove's remains, its once pristine white feathers now drenched in crimson, reminiscent of cherry wine. “If you think a bird is beautiful, just wait until you find it dead, dearly beloved by life itself until its last breath.”
…
In the palm of King Death rests a delicate flower in bloom. In a casket adorned with white wisterias lies his cherished bride, eternally his. "A blossom as lovely as you, my rose, should not wither away so easily." Her eyes exude a captivating beauty, a reflection of innocence mingled with fear. "What troubles you, causing such tremors? It cannot be the chill in the air." Though she trembles with fear, he hungrily consumes her terror as the flowers around her wilt.
…
“The nearer you are, the more I break! Have you always been this cruel to us mortals?” Princess Blossom bangs on the wood above her, the coffin sealed shut and buried six feet underneath the beautiful grass, stars, and flowers. She hears someone coming to dig her out, but that hope is replaced with fear as soon as she realizes the sound is coming from beneath her. This is King Death’s reply to her question; to take her to the underworld where only his eyes will see his radiant queen forevermore.
*~*~*~*
It’s necessary, you tell yourself. If there was any other path you could follow, you would have taken it. At least, you think you would have.
Your stalker follows you everywhere. You know it, they know it, but Sebaste doesn’t know it. They probably have seen you in the abandoned shed preparing everything, and either are preparing themselves for confrontation or not taking you seriously.
You hope, for their sake, that they are doing the former. You hope, for their sake, that they will simply tell you all they know without you even bringing them to the shed. You hope, for their sake, that they will simply do that. But you know it won’t be that easy. Either this person is obsessed with you or was paid to follow you.
If your stalker indeed fits into the latter category, they are certainly in for an unpleasant surprise. You won’t let them get away. You won’t let them do anything other than cry, say what they know, and beg for mercy. Eventually, they will have no voice box to scream with, and only blood will come out of their mouth instead of any sound.
You will make sure of it.
You made a vow with yourself to make sure of it.
You have no choice other than to be cruel. You know that, and you hope your follower knows it too. It would be far less trouble for either of you that way.
You have to protect yourself and Sebaste, no matter the cost. You love him too much to lose him. He is in the house and you are outside, defending him. You will do anything to make sure he is alright.
So, you wait. You wait for hours.
There is someone outside your home.
You are sure of it.
You are going to confront them here and now.
You aren’t afraid. You are merely cautious. You don’t want Sebaste to hear any struggling or cries.
Through the window, you smell warm, fresh coffee being brewed in the French press. Sebaste has always had a bad habit of drinking coffee late at night. But it’s alright, he most likely has to work a bit more anyway.
You wait until your thoughts go numb with a lack of sleep. You slap yourself in the face, hard, to keep yourself awake.
*~*~*~*
If one were to compare, this penthouse resembles a work of art in a museum.
It is untouched by dirt and if the small flames of the candles on the table where the television is placed didn’t move from side to side, you would forget anything aside from you and Chrollo could move. Everything shares the same color palette, and there are no warm hues aside from the roses on the vanity in the bedroom and modest fires. Rose ebony, gunmetal, reseda green, silver, periwinkle. Black. Black, black, black, like one day someone decided to cover the counters, walls, and chairs in soot or charcoal.
It is like whoever designed this had won a lifetime supply of ink paint and decided to use it in different concentrations. Rich on the desks and the vanity, but lighter in some areas like the walls, showing designs of olive roses. The farthest you can go here is to the balcony or lean on the door of the entrance like you could pass through it like a portal if you wished hard enough. You cannot jump from the porch, if you remember correctly the room number is 20008. You are twenty floors off the ground, and you know that you cannot survive a plunge from that high up.
You feel like a canary in a hanging birdcage.
You can only tweet and look pretty. You cannot leave unless your captor is there with you every step of the way. You are only allowed to do what you are told to do and not what you want to do.
This is an impeccable, foolproof, ideal enclosure for any imprisoner.
All is flawlessly pristine, to the point of nausea for anyone trapped inside.
You can only chitter and peep like the baby bird you are forced to be. You can only be cradled within suffocatingly loving arms. Chrollo is like your shadow, following you to every part of this place, treating you like a porcelain doll or a pet. You don’t dare act outside of the role you were given because then you know your detainer won’t be pleased with you and your chances of escape will be even lower than they already are.
“Dearest?”
There is that sickeningly sweet voice again, from beside you. He does not know how to shut up, not that you would bother telling him such. You are here, in his domain and his clothes and eating his food. You have no say here, and he knows it.
“Yes?”
You try your best to replicate the tone of a doting, little lover. You don’t fiddle with the skirt of the short dress you were given. According to your kidnapper, your solitary pair of jeans and single hoodie has ‘vanished under enigmatic circumstances’ and thus gave you this attire as compensation. Asshole.
You are waltzing whether you like it or not.
It is how you act that chooses whether you are pulled with puppet strings or not, though.
“You look beautiful.” His tone is so sincere that it almost induces a nauseating urge to vomit directly onto him. “So beautiful.”
You feel like a statue only brought here to be gawked at. He is always touching you in some way, most of the time it is your thighs that are held captive by being caressed with hands akin to velvet. You let him because what else can you do? You would want nothing more than to push him away and run out the door but you simply cannot. You are trapped here, and using Chrollo with honeyed words and passionate kisses is your only key out. You cannot stay in this consolidated coop any longer or you will break.
If you falter, you will never get out of here.
If he catches you in the act of escaping, you will never be free. The silk restraints will be replaced with shackles. A mile of running only means an inch of a chance of escaping. You don’t want to die here. You don’t want to die with rotting, choking hands around your neck.
As you expected, Chrollo’s hand squeezes your inner thigh. “Thank you, Chrollo.”
From the look in his eyes, you can tell he wants so much more than just those words.
*~*~*~*
Footsteps. Calm, poised ones. There is no sound of stray branches snapping or dead leaves crunching. Footsteps of one who knows what you plan to do.
You do not recognize him. His eyes are as bright as gold yet as hungry as a wolf’s, unblinking. If he was a word, it would be dangerous, in bold, yellow, large, lit letters.
His hair is as pink as bubblegum. His nails are quite long, pointed, and painted black. He has a teal star on one of his cheeks and a yellow teardrop on the other. With his mere presence, he towers over you in height and strength and everything else possible. He is as odd-looking as a clown, you note to yourself.
“I had heard the Spider had lost and gained a leg.” You say as the grip on your knife gets much stronger than before. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
“Correct, my dear.”
“Which one did you replace?”
“Fourth.”
“So Omokage then.”
“I think. Can’t recall right now.”
You scoff at that. “Can’t recall, huh?” The stranger’s grin stays on like a sticker of a smile that was placed on his face where his actual one would be.
“It doesn’t matter who died, I defeated them and that is all that matters. There is no use in remembering the name of a rotting corpse.”
“I would thank you, but you have the same mission as he probably did.”
“Whether you like me or not does not matter either, I am here either way.” One, two steps closer. “I am here either way and there is nothing you can do about it, my dear.”
“I never liked Omokage, anyway. He always treated Luna so poorly.”
“Who?”
“The captive that was forced to be his doll of some sort. Though I assume she is dead by now, right?”
The man shrugs his shoulders and laughs. “Probably.”
“Was wherever you all buried her marked if somebody even buried her at all?”
“Maybe, maybe not. I do remember something about a body being put in a dug-out hole by Machi.”
At least she was given that, you guess. “How did she look?”
“There was hardly a body to bury if I remember correctly. It looked like someone took a skeleton and put leather over it.” Another amused chuckle.
“So she starved to death then. Slow and painful and probably chained up. He always restrained and gagged her before he left, after all.”
The man yawns, disinterested. He is not even paying attention, is he?
“If you ever find out where her grave is, please put a jasmine flower on it for me. Jasmines were her favorite.”
“If I remember. Why are you asking so much about her anyway?”
*~*~*~*
Luna is kind to you, so kind. Despite being taken by such a monster that treats her so horribly, she still manages to smile whenever she talks to you, albeit how rare those times were. You remember one time she wore a turtleneck, the only one she was allowed to wear according to Chrollo, to cover the bruises on her neck, arms, and collarbone. Another time she wore a surgical mask, though because of how bright the teal color was it did the opposite of what Luna wanted it to do; not attract more attention to her face. Omokage only let her wear it because he thought it would “humble her”, whatever that fucking meant. Luna never hit him or at the very least tried not to, even when he broke two of her fingers in front of you. It was a punishment for asking for five more minutes to chat with you.
“It will all be okay.” It is a repeated saying of hers.
“I know it will.” She would always answer that when you asked how she knew that things would get better. She repeats the saying and her answer both to you and to herself when the times get tougher than they usually are for her. She looked out for you and tried to make your situation better by telling Chrollo how good you were to her. Omokage only ignored and glared at you when you tried to do the same for her. You hate Omokage. You do, with all your being. You hated him more than you did all the other Troupe members.
You hated Omokage more than Chrollo even, which is quite the accomplishment if you say so yourself.
Chrollo thinks it is funny. At least you think he does. Maybe that is why you see Luna more than you do the other “Webs”, as you captives are named.
“It’s okay if he hurts me, I won’t hit him back. Violence is not the answer, it only creates more.” She grinned as she said that, one of her front teeth missing. “He’ll die one day and then I will be free.” It is clear to you that if she continues to think that way, she will break. “You’ll be there to tell Number Zero to free me, right? Then I can go home.”
She is always such an optimist. It’s a trait you wish you had. You almost wish you could trade places with her because at least Chrollo does not treat you as his punching bag, though you suppose being his plaything isn’t much better.
“I’ll do the same for you if Number Zero dies. At least then one of us would be free, either way, the ball rolls.” Her light is fading, you can tell by how she looks at you, how her blue eyes don’t shine as much as they used to. “I’ll do anything to make sure he listens.” She is going to break soon. You want so badly to stop it. You want to save her. But you can’t. “I mean it. I’ll do anything if it means you’ll be free.”
You know she means it, and it brings you so much more pain than if she didn’t. She unintentionally twists her knife further into your heart
“It will all be okay. I want you all to be happy. You all deserve it.” You want to tell her that she does, more than you do. She deserves a good life, a normal life. “We are friends, aren’t we?” You can’t bear to tell her the truth of what will happen if either Omokage or Chrollo dies. “Friends look out for each other.”
She placed a kiss on your forehead then, before Omokage could stop her. She was dragged back by him pulling on her long sable hair as she cried out in pain. He called her a whore and pulled her out of the room. Neither she nor Omokage came back to the room that day.
*~*~*~*
“She was so sweet. She didn’t deserve to die like that at all.”
“I am Hisoka, by the way.” He bows, the smirk still being plastered on his face without faltering.
You take a few steps back as he approaches further, trying to remain some distance apart from him. “Stay back.” Hisoka hums and merely comes closer.
“If the description I was given and what you know checks out, you must be [First]. At least, I hope that’s who you are, for your sake.” He smiles and he moves forward. “You have certainly been going on a few little adventures, haven’t you?”
“...Yes.” He stares down at you. You know that to him; you are a mere rubber toy to twist until your head pops off.
His gaze shifts to your house, behind you. “You certainly are resourceful; I’ll give you that. The life you have built for yourself was made from nothing. Quite admirable.”
“Do you mean that?” You ask, your voice both cold and inquiring as to why one of the members of the Phantom Troupe is here, in front of you and your house. But you already knew the answer.
“I do.” His voice seems somewhat truthful, but you can tell he wants more.
“Why are you here, Number Four?”
“Now, now. No need to be so aggressive.” He puts his hands up in a mockery of surrendering as he goes back to looking down on you. With the dying trees and debris behind him, he sticks out like a sore thumb. “I have a favor to ask of you. Nothing more, nothing less.”
The way he looks at you, a look of one that is about to skin a poor, defenseless doe.
“What kind?”
“Simple. Tell me all you know about the boss.”
“What would I get in exchange for telling you such information?”
“I will not tell the other Troupe members of your location.”
“Is that a threat, Number Four?”
“Oh, no, it is not a threat. It is a potential promise if you don’t listen. While you are at it, you can also tell me about yourself. I believe we haven’t had an actual conversation before if the boss told me the truth that you have been on the run from him for more than two years.”
“Don’t be greedy, Number Four.”
“Oh, no.” Hisoka grins with a proud smile. “I believe you are the one being greedy, my dear.”
“...you’re not the first person to tell me that.”
“You ran away from a life of luxury and comfort. Surely you feel at least somewhat foolish for doing such a thing?”
“Perhaps.”
“The boss is quite displeased with you, though I assume you know that by now. He has been searching high and low all over for you.”
“I’m quite aware, Number Four. We both know I don’t intend to go back.”
He nods and hums. “I know. That is why if you still want to play house with your precious boy toy, you’ll do what I say.”
You scoff and look to the side. “He is not… just a plaything. He is different.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He looks off to the woods. “Plus, I believe there is a rat in your midst. I am sure you have noticed. If you tell me what you know, I’ll trap him for you.”
“You mean you’re not…” Your posture slightly relaxes, but soon firms up once again when you realize that you have two people following you now; Hisoka and your mysterious stalker.
“No. I’m not. So, will you accept my offer, darling?”
“Why does such information matter to you?”
Hisoka shakes his head, still smiling. “That doesn’t concern you, my dear. Now, tell me what you know if you don’t want the rest of the Troupe being here in a matter of mere hours.”
You’re happy here.
You’re happy here, being independent once again. You’re happy here, having stability and not fearing a sudden, gruesome death where you die alone with no one but your captor. You’re happy here, being able to find some humanity within yourself.
You’re happy here with Sebaste.
You’re happy here with Sebaste, who is in the house, blissfully unaware of the laurel crown placed on your head, its thorns digging deep into your skull and dying the tips of it crimson red. He doesn’t know of the invisible scars that mark your body, a gift from the very pits of hell’s flames.
He will remain in that place, never knowing of anything you have buried underground.
He will stay, no matter the cost you will have to pay.
You’re happy here with Sebaste, and you’re not going to let anyone take it away from you.
“Do we have a deal?”
The moment your lips part, the words that escape your mouth are the ones Hisoka longs to hear.
#yandere chrollo#yandere chrollo x reader#chrollo x reader#yandere chrollo lucilfer#yandere hunter x hunter#yandere hxh#yandere hxh x reader#yandere x reader#yandere#hxh#chrollo lucilfer#hxh chrollo#chrollo hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter#phantom troupe#chrollo lucilfer x reader#hier encore.#ultraviolet.#author aya
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My dear readers, welcome to the “𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬” event. Since on August 29th I’m turning twenty-four, I have decided to host this small event.
• How does it work? Being a busy person and having my requests closed, I have already set up everything. I therefore hope you will just enjoy the works that are going to be part of this collection and let me know if you are satisfied with them.
• What does the event consist in? This post will work as a real Masterlist for the twenty-four one-shots I’m going to post. I’ve chosen twenty-four male characters from Demon Slayer and Bleach, pairing each and every one of them with a line of a song I have chosen.
• Are there any other infos you should be aware of? The works will all be written in the perspective of a female reader. The contents of the works can be smut, fluff or angst and, sometimes, the various generes will be combined. I will make sure to add all the details concerning the warnings about the triggering themes in every single post.
• Anything else? This is the complete list of the works I will gradually update. There is not a specific order, but I will add the links of the one-shots whenever I get to post one of them! Thanks for the attention, your perfectionist admin.
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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
• 505 — Gin Ichimaru x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)
“In my imagination you’re waiting laying on your side, with your hands between your thighs”, Arctic Monkeys.
• BABYDOLL — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)
“When I meet your eyes, the devil, he wins”, Ari Abdul.
• IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU — Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (NSFW + ANGST)
“Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?”, Alec Benjamin
• HEART LIKE YOURS — Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader (FLUFF)
“How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?”, Willamette Stone
• ATLANTIS — Urahara Kisuke x f!reader (ANGST)
“ ‘Cause in my heart and in my head, I'll never take back the things I said”, Seafret
• UNTIL I FOUND YOU — Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader (FLUFF)
“I was lost within the darkness but then I found her, I found you”, Stephen Sanchez
• FRIENDS — Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader (NSFW)
“Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”, Chase Atlantic
• SWEATER WEATHER — Renji Abarai x f!reader (FLUFF + ANGST)
“ ‘Cause it’s too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater”, The Neighbourhood
• BLUE JEANS — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (NSFW)
“You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favorite sweater”, Lana del Rey
• DAYLIGHT — Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)
“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine”, David Kushner
• CARDIGAN — Tomioka Giyuu x f!reader (FLUFF)
“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”, Taylor Swift
• FUCK YOU IN MY HEAD — Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader (NSFW)
“I got dirty wishes on my mind, but you will never ever know that I, I like to fuck you in my head”, Cloudy June
• BACK TO BLACK — Obanai x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)
“We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to, I go back to us”, Amy Winehouse
• WHERE’S MY LOVE — Ulquiorra Cifer x f!reader (ANGST)
“Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? Ooh, don’t wanna cry but I break that way”, SYML
• ALL OF ME — Kokushibo x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)
“Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts, risking it all, though it's hard”, John Legend
• KISS ME — Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)
“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet”, Ed Sheeran
• WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES — Shinjuro Rengoku x f!reader (FLUFF)
“When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes”, Colbie Caillat
• SAY SOMETHING — Ukitake Jushiro x f!reader (ANGST)
“And I will swallow my pride, you're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye”, A Great Big World
• CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)
“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you?”, Elvis Presley
• SHADOW PREACHERS — Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader (NSFW)
“You make me wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you. You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you”, Zella Day
• HUNGER — Yoriichi Tsugikuni x f!reader (FLUFF)
“Oh, love, let me see inside your heart, all the cracks and broken parts, the shadows in the light. There's no need to hide”, Ross Copperman
• ENJOY THE SILENCE — Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)
“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, Depeche Mode
• BREAK MY HEART MYSELF — Uzui Tengen x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)
“I don't need your help getting off of this carousel. I don't need anybody else, 'cause I can break my heart myself”, Bebe Rexha
• VILLAIN — Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader (NSFW)
“I'll be the villain tonight. I kinda like when you despise me after we fight”, Bella Poarch
#muzan x reader#demon slayer smut#douma x reader#muzan smut#muzan kibutsuji#kyojuro x reader#tomioka x reader#aizen x reader#sosuke aizen x reader#shunsui x reader#kyoraku shunsui#ukitake jushiro x reader#ulquiorra x reader#grimmjow x reader#uzui x reader#bleach x reader#jugram haschwalth x reader#gin ichimaru x reader#kokushibo x reader
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And I'm back, women in anime are depicted so terribly its wild. I just wanted to come and say, fuck elizabeth (nnt/7ds), fuck orihime (bleach), and fuck hinata (naruto, but fuck her a little less cs i kind of like her)
It makes me angry that in almost every shonen, the main character has a personality and a life and things that they go through and have to overcome... and then theres the love interest. Always airheaded, always soft spoken, always kind, with no willpower at all. In bleach, I would ship rukia with ichigo so hard if she wasn't perfect with renji.
Bleach was actually insane because literally every female character had a personaltity except Orihime. I do like that Fairy tail is set apart from the rest because Lucy is kind of sort of the main character so she gets to have a personality too. Fanservice is like an obvious thing that I hate about anime and it takes away so much. If an anime was a 10 before factoring the fan service, it would be brought down to a 7 or 6 afterward. Orihime sucks over all, 2/10 love interest.
I'm pretty sure most of my hate of Winry (Fullmetal Alchemist) is stemmed from the countless anti-winry fanfiction I've read but she's a great standalone character. The only flaws I see in her is that she does the crying for the male mc thing, which is really out of character for her when I think about it. She has willpower, she's strong and independent, if anything she'd be travelling with them and staying strong for them because she understands that she's a liability if she breaks down crying at every bruise they get. That's more in character to me, but I suppose she is also a teenager so... I can't be too mad at her. All in all, Winry is an amazing female love interest. 9/10 love interst/mc.
Haruhi from Ouran Highschool really breaks the stereotype and gives us a refreshing view on women in anime. She wasn't obsessed with love, she didn't really care too much about anything. She wasn't the typical "yells at you for literally anything" female mc, or the "nice shy and airheaded" female mc. She wasn't even unique and I love that, she's genuinely a regular ass girl, and she was so hilarious. She's probably my favorite girl in anime if I'm being honest. 10/10 female love interest/mc.
Let's talk about Elizabeth. Elizabeth from 7ds is such a disgrace.. She sat and let Meliodas molest her and didn't care at all. You can tell when an anime is written by a man, and not to knock ALL anime written by men because there's some amazing ones out there, but things like that just make it so obvious. Diane and her obsession with Meliodas was weird too, it seemed a bit too much like a harem anime in season 1 and bits of season 2. Elizabeth was the typical soft spoken and overly kind love interest that I hate. Not a drop of personality there and then she has to blush with everything she says.. All in all, 0/10 love interest.
Last but not least, my dear Tohru Honda... Words cannot describe how much I love her. On the outside it looked like she was the typical soft spoken and overly kind female mc but she actually blew my mind. Her willpower is incredible, the fact that she stayed after finding out what Kyo really was and refused to leave. It wasn't a weird kind of moment where she was just blushing and refusing to leave because that's what the writers decided she was gonna do, but it was actually a great scene that showed who she was at her core. I loved how at the end of the series she disagreed with Kyo. "I might be nice but I do stand my ground." God, I love Tohru. It's like her kindness was genuine and real and so was her worry and concern for the Sohmas. All in all, 10/10 female love interest/mc.
#rant turned rating??#bleach#ichigo kurosaki#orihime inoue#rukia kuchiki#renji abarai#seven deadly sins#nanatsu no taizai#meliodas#7ds#elizabeth liones#diane 7ds#fruits basket#tohru honda#kyo sohma#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#winry rockbell#edward elric#hinata uzumaki#𓆩♡𓆪 kaetfb#ouran high school host club#haruhi fujioka
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I am gonna stop asking Gun scenario. As I felt your masterlist have enough of it and your fan probably need others lookism character scenario. LOL
So here. How would Goo react to his y/n wears his favorite female character cosplay.
It's not your fault Gun makes everyone weak at the knees. Thanks for the ask as always 💕
So... I took a little detour. This is extremely SFW. It's been about a decade since I last was into anime/manga. The first line of this is ME
Goo Kim x Reader: Cosplay
Please note the image 👇
When Goo nonchalantly dropped you surprising him and dressing up as his favourite anime character would be hot, you panicked.
Who was it again? You enjoyed listening to his ramblings, but it's always been in one ear and out the other. And you knew how much it would irk him if he realised you weren't listening properly.
You tried a few times to gauge his reaction, mentioning a particular fan-favourite from one of the many shows he watches and was met with disgust at each suggestion.
Ok, fine. You would just have to get creative.
"... What's happening?" Goo opens his bedroom door and is suspicious at the sight of you looking a bit embarassed. He cocks his head in confusion.
"Erm... do you like it?" you ask, doing an awkward spin.
"It's... interesting, princess," the blonde is definitely bewildered. You've changed up your style, and you look beautiful as always but he felt like he was missing a trick.
"Do you not get what I'm supposed to be?" you huff, placing your hand on your hips.
"Wait... are you dressed up as someone?"
You nod, wondering if this is one of your best or cringiest ideas.
He takes in your legs, elongated by delicious skyscraper heels. You're dressed in a tailored blue designer suit, impeccably hugging your curves. A bright yellow cashmere tie sits enticingly between your breasts, and a familiar pair of glasses rests on your face.
...Your long raven hair was also bleached blonde.
"SWEETHEART?" Goo rushes over to you, gripping your shoulders and giving you a little shake of excitement, "Are you...?"
Maybe it's time to confess.
"Well... I forgot who your favourite character is," you comb your fingers through your hair nervously, "But! I think you would find this sexier."
You give a little giggle before the punchline, 'I'm you, just genderbent."
"Baby~" Goo croons, running his hands all over you, "My exquisite little honeybun~"
It was like looking in a very sexy and fun mirror.
Sure, he knew he was unbelievably beautiful as a man, maybe even the most perfect man that ever existed (an objective fact).
But as a woman? He always thought he would be gorgeous. Seeing you standing there confirmed it. You certainly did him justice.
"You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect." he punctuates each word with a kiss.
He couldn't wait to ravish you, or himself, or herself. A little confusing but he wasn't going to complain.
God, Goo fucking loves you. When you're on the money, you're right. on. the. fucking. money. Who is sexier to Goo Kim than Goo Kim?
#i love this goddamn man#the most self centered person in the world#lookism#lookism hc#lookism headcanons#lookism x reader#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#lookism fic#lookism fanfic#goo kim x reader#goo kim#kim joongoo x reader#kim joongoo#wannaeatramyeon
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The Real Anime Awards of 2023 part 2
Every year, I become increasingly disappointed in the Crunchyroll Anime Awards, so I started making my own Anime Award lists THAT ARE FOR THE ACTUAL YEAR IN ANIME! IF CRUNCHYROLL WON'T INCLUDE FALL SHOWS THEN I WILL! I've already done my silly version for 2023, so now it's time for my serious picks. But it's still just for fun, so don't take any of my nominees too seriously or get offended that I didn't include your favorites. Even I can't watch everything.
Full disclosure, I don't include all the same categories that Crunchyroll does (just most of them). These are also only for television shows, so I didn't include any movies (and I really don't watch enough anime movies on a yearly basis to include a movie category).
Anime of the Year
Vinland Saga season 2
Zom 100 Bucket List of the Dead
Oshi no Ko
Frieren Beyond Journey’s End
Pluto
Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (I don’t care what MyAnimeList says. It’s made by Science Saru, so I'm counting it.)
Best Continuing Series
Vinland Saga season 2
Dr. Stone New World
Horimiya: The Missing Pieces
Jujutsu Kaisen season 2
Spy x Family season 2
Attack on Titan the final season (just assume I mean the last special from here on out)
Best New Series
Buddy Daddies
Oshi no Ko
Tengoku Daimakyou
Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead
Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End
Migi to Dali
Best Animation
Tsurune season 2
Trigun Stampede
Demon Slayer: Swordsmith Village arc
My Happy Marriage
Jujutsu Kaisen season 2
Attack on Titan the final season
Best Character Design
Overtake!
Bleach Thousand Year Blood War part 2
Oshi no Ko
Blue Lock cour 2
Tokyo Revengers season 2
Mou Ippon! (Yes I'm 100% serious. I actually respect this show’s character design a lot, considering the artists were able to make realistic, distinct, varied female characters of all shapes and sizes without making them into moe blobs. So that's why this is on here instead of another shounen of the week.)
Best Romance
Tomo-chan Is A Girl
My Love Story With Yamada-kun at Lv999
Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts
Skip to Loafer
Insomniacs After School
Horimiya: The Missing Pieces
Best Comedy
Buddy Daddies
Cool Doji Danshi cour 2
Skip to Loafer
My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999
My New Boss is Goofy
The Hundred Girlfriends Who Really Really Really Really Really Love You
Best Action
Trigun Stampede
Demon Slayer Swordsmith Village arc
Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead
Jujutsu Kaisen season 2
Attack on Titan the final season
Hell’s Paradise
Honorable mention: Bleach Thousand Year Blood War season 2 (sorry, I just wasn’t as impressed with the action in this season, but it still deserves a shout out)
Best Fantasy
To Your Eternity season 2 cour 2 (is it cheating if it's only counting the last cour of the season 😅)
Ousama Ranking: Yuuki no Takarabako
Hell’s Paradise
Mononogatari season 2
Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End
Mushoku Tensei season 2
Honorable mention: Hikari no Ou (I never finished it but the vibe was there.)
Best Drama
Vinland Saga season 2
Oshi no Ko
Pluto
Ooku: The Inner Chambers
Tengoku Daimakyou
Migi and Dali
Honorable mention: Undead Girl Murder Farce- it's more of a mystery than a drama, but I still wanted to include it somewhere.
Best Slice of Life
Horimiya: The Missing Pieces
Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible
Cool Doji Danshi cour 2
My New Boss is Goofy
Insomniacs After School
My Clueless First Friend
Best Protagonist
Thorfinn (Vinland Saga season 2)
Mitsumi Iwakura (Skip to Loafer)
Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)
Arikoto Madenokoji (Ooku: The Inner Chambers)
Frieren (Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End)
Kouya Madoka (Overtake!)
Best Antagonist
Eisuke Nikaido (Tsurune season 2)
Canute (Vinland Saga season 2)
Millions Knives (Trigun Stampede)
Taiju (Tokyo Revengers season 2)
Ibara (Dr. Stone New World part 2)
Reiko Ichijou (Migi to Dali)
Honorable mention: *SPOILERS* The Bureau of Traditional Music (Mononogatari season 2). These guys were squad goals, not gonna lie.
Best Boy
Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)
Every Single Boy from Cool Doji Danshi cour 2- THEY’RE ALL GOOD BOYS OKAY!?
Sousuke Shima (Skip to Loafer)
Taiyou Takada (My Clueless First Friend)
Einar (Vinland Saga)- Yes Einar instead of Snake. Snake is a lovable antihero, but Einar is best boy material
Yukichi (The Masterful Cat Is Depressed Again Today)
Best Girl
Tomo (Tomo-chan Is A Girl)
Runa Shirakawa (You Were Experienced, I Was Not: Our Dating Story)
Kana Arima (Oshi no Ko)
Amit (Niehime to Kemono no Ou)
Akane Kinoshita (My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999)
Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer: Swordsmith Village arc)
Best Score
Trigun Stampede
Vinland Saga season 2
Insomniacs After School
Bleach Thousand Year Blood War part 2
Jujutsu Kaisen season 2
Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End
Best OP (yes there are 8 nominations, I couldn't decide 😭)
Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 (“Specialz” King Gnu)- I really think this season’s OPs should be taken as a pair, but when it comes down to which OP will stand the test of time, I think this one will be more iconic.
Vinland Saga season 2 OP2 (“Paradox” Survive Said the Prophet)
Oshi no Ko (“Idol” YOASOBI)
High Card (“Trickster” Five New Old)
Hell’s Paradise (“Work” Millennium Parade)
Tengoku Daimakyou (“Innocent Arrogance” BiSH)
Bleach Thousand Year Blood War part 2 (“Stars” w.o.d.)
The Legendary Hero is Dead (“Shinda” Masayoshi Ōishi)
Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead (“Song of the Dead” Kana-Boon)
Honorable mention: Link Click season 2 (honestly this is probably the best OP of the year, but since the show isn’t Japanese, I have to exclude it 😣)
Best ED
Tengoku Daimakyou (“Dare mo Kare mo Doko mo Nani mo Shiranai” ASOBI Doumei)
Oshi no Ko (“Mephisto” Ziyoou-vachi)
Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End (“Anytime Anywhere” milet)
Dr. Stone New World part 2 (“Suki ni Shinayo” Anly)
Spy x Family season 2 (“Todome no Ichigeki” Vaundy ft. Cory Wong)
Migi to Dali (“Skyline” Nulbarich)
Best VA Performance Japanese
Uemura, Yuuto As Thorfinn (Vinland Saga season 2)
Takahashi, Rei as Tomo (Tomo-chan is a Girl)
Satao, Gen as Ganta Nakami (Insomniacs After School) His laugh is so pure and genuine, I could listen to it forever!
Inoue, Marina as Armin Arlert (Attack on Titan the final season)
Tanezaki, Atsumi as Anya Forger (Spy Family season 2)
Nakamura, Yuuichi as Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen season 2)
So there you have it! My picks for the real anime awards of 2023. Like I said, don't take this seriously at all, it's just something fun I like to put together every year. I always try not to nominate the same things, but it's easy to end up playing favorites. It's so hard to try to include a variety!
#crunchyroll anime awards#anime awards#jujutsu kaisen#attack on titan#vinland saga#oshi no ko#zom 100#demon slayer#zom 100: bucket list of the dead#spy x family#migi to dali#frieren#frieren beyond journey's end#pluto#scott pilgrim takes off#trigun#trigun stampede#cool doji danshi#tengoku daimakyou#hell's paradise#tomo-chan is a girl#bleach tybw
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loki season two is starting to be promoted and here’s your reminder NOT to watch it
the loki show did damage to not only loki’s character as a whole, but to bisexual and genderfluid people as well.
for years, loki has been a comic character that is well known for their bisexuality and genderfluidity. a huge component to this was the ‘loki: agent of asgard’ series written by al ewing (a personal favorite of mine). many queer people opened up their arms to welcome this representation. had i known i was bisexual at the time that mcu loki was my favorite character ever, i just know i would’ve been ecstatic, which i was when the first looks at season one came out.
the first red flag should’ve been when it was revealed that in loki’s tva files, his sex was labeled as “fluid” when it’s actually his gender. i remember people being skeptical and wary about it but continued to hope for the representation that the cast promised in interviews beforehand. (if anyone is able to find which interview this was in, please let me know so i could link it.)
then as the series went on for the next six weeks, hopes of there being representation dwindled. there was the line of “a bit of both” when sylvie asked if loki courted princes or princesses and he assumed it was the same for sylvie, which was SOMETHING at the time! people were happy… for the first few days or so. we quickly realized that this was probably disney’s way of telling but never showing considering their infamous prejudice against lgbt+ rep. it was quite literally the bare minimum — a throwaway line so to say that could easily be forgotten by the average viewer. i recall that lots of people were huge shippers of loki x mobius and thought that maybe, just MAYBE, there would be something more explicitly romantic between them and hey, maybe there will be in season two! but it’s disney. you can understand that there’s not a whole lot of hope.
then comes loki’s genderfluidity. to start off, the whole existence of sylvie is the most damaging. in agent of asgard, loki has confirmed that no matter how she presents, she is always loki. there’s no “female/lady loki”, it’s all JUST loki. so to change up loki’s name, bleach her hair, and contradict whether or not she IS actually loki throughout the show is… questionable.
the line of “have you ever met a woman variant?” was just insane writing. all lokis can identify/present as women if they please!!! their shapeshifting abilities give them an advantage of presentation being easy for them, but all in all, every single loki can canonically identify as a woman. when that line was delivered, all the other loki variants looked confused as if they didn’t know. loki’s genderfluidity was never at the forefront of the writers’ minds, writers that were caught to be fucking weirdos on twitter! you can find what old tweets i’m talking about on twitter… but i digress. why would the loki variants not know such an integral part of their identity?
and the KISS. THE FUCKING KISS. we’re not angry that loki kissed a female-presenting character instead of mobius like many wished, no no no that’s not the big issue because bisexuals should never have to prove their bisexuality to anyone and they can kiss whoever the hell they want. we’re angry because loki kissed a female-presenting variant of HIMSELF. all throughout the first season, the writers went out of their way to try to differentiate sylvie from loki despite sylvie having been born as a loki variant, but there’s literally no way to separate sylvie from their lineage because at the end of the day, that’s who she was born as. no amount of bleach will change that fact. (i hope i made this easy to understand; not a lot of people get why this is an issue.) and regardless of whether or not that kiss was romantic, the fact that it even HAPPENED was a slap in the face to genderfluid fans of loki, and if the leaks for season two are right, that whole thing between the two will be continued since most of the season one writers worked on season two as well.
on top of this awful rep, known abuser jonathan majors will be in season two as another kang variant. i’ve heard that marvel had bigger plans for him, but due to these allegations, they’re limiting his presence as seen in the trailer, obviously meaning that they know.
hence why i ask fans to boycott/simply not tune in for season two if you care about queer people. if you’re desperate to watch, at least don’t use disney+. just because s2d is gone doesn’t mean other websites don’t exist. i also recommend reading ‘agent of asgard’. if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me and please be respectful; your feelings about the show don’t dictate how hundreds of others feel, especially if their concerns are valid.
#loki#loki show#loki series#loki season two#loki trailer#loki laufeyson#mcu loki#anti sylvie#anti loki series#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#lgbtqia#queer rep in media#lily speaks tumblr edition
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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.... with Goo ~~Thank you~~
O my gosh! Who are you Anon? I wanna know. But anyways here is your fic. Hope you like it.
𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
— Goo Kim x Female Reader
SYNOPSIS : A-Z alphabetical smut with Goo Kim.
WARNINGS : Cursing, mature content, mention of sex toys, mention of hentai, sex positions, kinks, not proofread, minors dni and don't press 'read more' and then report. Please.
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
A = Aftercare (what they sre like after sex)
Don't expect aftercare from this man please. If it's just a random hookup, he is out as soon as he you guys finish. If it's more like friends with benefits then maybe, maybe he will do some aftercare.
But if it's more serious like you two are dating or married (not if it's a one sided relationship) Goo will take care of you. First thing after sex is a kiss on your forehead and praises for being good.
Goo, or most of the Lookism characters, has the stamina of horses. So you might be backed out but he is perfectly fine. Goo would either pillow talk or cuddle you to sleep.
B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their partner's)
His own favourite body part is his height. He is pretty tall for an Korean man. He is even 1 cm taller than damn Gun Park (even if it's just 1 cm, a win is a win.)
Now his favourite body part of you is your waist. He has pretty big hands that he likes to wrap around your waist. While making out, when you are sitting on his lap, Goo holds your waist gently ans guides you to grind on his bulge. Other than that, he simply likes to wrap his arm around your waist and bury his head in your neck.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically…)
Goo fucks you raw and dumb. Pulling out his dick, Goo parts your lips to see thick white cum, oozing out of your pussy. Goo scoops it in his hand before thrusting it back in you.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It hurts Goo's pride but he wants to have threesom with you and Gun. Girls are fawning over that man so he must be good and Goo also has this crazy kink. Why? He doesn't know but he thinks about Gun wrecking you up while he masterbates to the scene, fills him up with lust.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Goo has tons of experience from all those years he spent whoring around. In fact he probably has more experience than you do. He knows exactly what he is doing. He has studied you so well that even a slight twitch of your eye can tell how you are feeling. Not like he would care if you tell him to stop. He will do whatever the fuck he wants.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Goo likes control but I imagine him to like Irish Garden Sex Position and Spread Legs Sex Position and positions like these the most.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Of course he is goofy. Is that even a question? When he is rutting into you, rearranging you guts. You lost in moment, with overwhelming pleasure. And that the moment Goo think is the perfect time to crack a stupid ass joke. But he still doesn't stop. He gose on like that didn't just happened with a manic smile.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Goo is well groomed. He visits professional salons at least once a month. To get his hair done and other things. He shaves religiously. And FOR SOME REASON he thinks it funny to bleach his public hair just like his hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Goo can switch between being an romantic lover to a goofy one easily. So easy that even sometimes you are left baffled. One minute he is teasing you and being playful and the next he is worshipping your body like a temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Goo jacks off not because is always horny but because he is simply board. He would have the real thing (you) but if that's not possible, Goo will jack off thinking about you. Instead of his hand he would imagine his hands to be your mouth.
K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Goo is a pretty kinky guy and that's for sure. Some of his kinks would be— choking you, vibrators, bondage, whipping, cosplay, foreplay, vouyresim, auralism, somnophilia, unprotected sex etc.
L = Location (where they like to get it on)
Goo doesn't give a fuck about the location. Most of the time it's wherever he could get his hands on you. Bedroom, living room, Gun's bedroom, back of the car, Charles's office, in front of someone after beating them to death, women's washroom. HE. DOES. NOT. CARE
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Goo is a damn whore. You wear a dress that flawnts your beautiful neck and he is hard. Or when the flowy skirt brushes against your thighs. When you are bending down to pick something up from the ground, giving him the full view of the panty clinging to your pussy. Everything about you is a turn on for him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hurting you. Goo is a pretty rickless guy but he would never hurt you, specially if you're someone dear to him. Surprisingly, Goo is also not into daddy kink. That is a big turn off for him. Goo doesn't like fireplay or knifeplay even if is pretty rickless.
O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
More than giving he prefers you giving him a handjob or blowjob. Sometimes when he is stressed and he would call you and wishper breathlessly 'I need you' and you understand everything you have to do.
Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, coating it with your saliva. The lipstick you were often smudging on his dick. You struggle to take the full length in your mouth and look up at him with your doe eyes, prickling with tears. Goo would grab the back of your head, forcing his shaft hit the back of your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on his mood. For the most part Goo is painfully slow. He likes to drag it as long as possible. He is sensual too. Moving hair from your sweaty forehead to see you better. Leaving feather kisses on your skin. Entangling his fingers with your.
But when you two are close to cum, his speeds up. Thrust becoming rough and hard. His tip hitting on your g-spot with each thrust.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Goo doesn't have a fixed schedule. He never knows when that maniac Charles Choi will summon for him so quickies are something Goo really likes.
He will have at least one quickie every single day. He is a whore after all. And if it's you then he needs to have you. Quickies are common in your sex life.
Quickies are rough and fast. He would randomly corner you away from people's eyes on. Lifting your legs to his hips, Goo would slip your panties to the side and bury himself in you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Goo loves risk. What is life without risk? He is open to try new things any day. He watches anime so there is a big chance that he also watches and probably reads hentai. He has no problem with trying all the kinky shits going on in them.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Goo has stamina of horses. He can go hours and hours fucking without breaking a sweat and he does. On his day offs, the starts with delicious breakfast and when you are full Goo fucks you all over the house. Kitchen island, bedroom, living room, in the shower, by the pool and even in the garden. This gose on with breaks in between for you and till the next day.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Goo takes pride in himself that he doesn't need any help from toys to satisfy you. The toys are simply for his whether they are being used on him or you. He does have a vast amount of erotic toys.
If he is annoyed or angry with you, he would cuff you hands and legs to the bed and put a automatic dildo between your leg on lowest speed and leave for work. By the time he comes home the would be soked with your cum and you would be crying and begging him to stop. But Goo would still fuck your sensetive swollen pussy till you pass out.
U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Goo is a sadistic bitch so of course he LOVES to tease you and torture you. His favourite game is orgasm deniel. Like I said Goo uses toys for his pleasure. When you plan to go out with friends leaving you baby behind, Of he knows before hand then he would sneak a tiny vibrator in your cunt when you are asleep. And when you are with your friends Goo would suddenly turn it on and off. So you would have to control your expression throughout the day and curse that blonde bitch.
V = Volume (are they loud, what suounds, and do they talk)
Goo is a moaner, an unapologetic moaner. He is a slut and everyone should know it by now.
When you are giving him head or he is inside of and your nails dug into his delicate skin, that draws slutiest moans out of him.
W = Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Goo loves anime and to surprise him you often cosplay as anime characters. When you put on those skimpy outfits and wait for him, sitting on the bed like a obedient puppy, Goo feels his body filling up in lust and desire. Good luck to your pussy.
X= X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I feel like Goo is big. Bigger than Gun or Samuel (which is a lot.). He has had his dick pearled. A small bead inserted a little away from the crown.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is not too much or too less. He definitely jerks off everyday and has sex. Maybe once or sometimes even more than trice. It depends on his mood and how stressed he is. One thing for sure, his biggest turn on is you.
Z= Zzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Goo usually comes home tired from all the gang works and if you have long session of sex, he would instantly fall asleep after you are done. But before drifting into sleep he would hold you down on the bed so that you can't escape, mumble a 'Love you' in his drowsy state.
© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. Do not plagiarise any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.
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#lookism#lookism x reader#lookism goo#goo kim#goo kim x reader#lookism imagines#lookism headcanons#lotus writes#lookism webtoon#webtoon lookism#lookism manhwa
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Hey Tumblr Peeps👋😃For this fanfic I decided to work a head cannon(?) type of fanfic and not only it will have multiple characters in it, this fanfic will have multiple characters from more than one anime and possibly 1 character I chose (possibly at random🤔🤷♀️) of each anime of my choosing... So, I decided to work on a "shower after sex" type of fanfic🫢😃👍
🚿🫢Your Time With Him In The Shower(And After The Shower) After The Smut Fest🫢🚿(Every Anime Character In This Head Cannon Fanfic x Female Reader)
Genres: After Sex Shower Aftercare Fluff, Other Forms of Sex Aftercare, Smut, and Head Cannon(?) (Warning;+18⚠️: Alcohol If Factors, Boob Groping , Language, Nudity (All characters), Hickies) *some warnings depends on the character(s) in this head cannon(?) fanfic🫢
Shuhei Hisagi (From Bleach)
*After Shuhei filled you with his cum, he will then ask you, if you would like to take a shower with him, which you told him yes. As the both of you take a shower he would wash you up, as he's reminded of the hickies he put on you. He will let you scrub him, too.
*Shuhei will then have you (and restrain, atleast both of your wrists) against the shower walls, as he kisses you and confesses to you on how much you relax him, how good you always are to him, and that you're his favorite person in the world. You told him that you feel the same way about you, thanked you for his offer for you to take a shower with him, and that you appreciate your shower time with him. The both of you would, then continue to kiss eachother for the rest of your shower time with him.
*After the both of you finished the shower you both took together, Shuhei will ask you, if you would dry him up with his towel, after you dry yourself up with your towel, which you will tell him yes and dry him up, anyways. When the both of you got dressed in night clothes, he will give you massages, however you will go straight to massaging him after he gets done. He also doesn't mind snuggling with you after the shower and massages, as he prefers to be your spoon.
Choso (From Jujutsu Kaisen)
*After having sex with Choso, the both of you would take a shower together. So, during your shower together he would ask questions, such as, "Did you enjoyed (anything sexual up to the reader's imagination)?" or "Was I too rough?". Ofcourse you would assure him with answers like, "Ofcourse it was amazing." or "You weren't too rough on me. I promise. I don't mind it rough anyways, babe.", as you winked at him, then kissed him, so he would feel better, after you reassured him. He does tend to be affectionate with you in the shower.
*Choso would enjoy you scrubing him with his body was and washcloth, because he's someone who would be more than happy to scrub you with your washcloth and the bodywash you use, as long as you don't mind him doing that for you. He tries to convince you not to wash his hair, however don't let his claims on not wanting you to wash his hair fool you, as he actually enjoys it when you do wash his hair, as it relaxes him, probably due to his enjoyment of you touching his hair. He will wash your hair, only if you ask him to...
*After the shower, if you ask him to dry you off, he would be more than happy to. Drying you off is one of his favorite parts of showering with you (even tough it's after the both of you got out of the shower. He would also let you dry him, as long as you ask, out of his respect for you.
⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐
Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)
*Once Zoro finished having sex with you, he will carry you into the shower, just incase you have a hard time walking from how rough he was with fucking inside of your pussy earlier. He will notice that made your nipples sore from sucking on your nipples hard for a long time, while carrying you. While he will grumble about having to take care of you while he's taking a shower with you, however he secretly enjoys washing you up, as much as he enjoys getting rough with you in bed.
*Zoro will scrub you up with soap and a nice smelling soap and a washcloth, as he knows a shower after the sex relaxes you, like the rough sex does. Once finishes scrubbing you, he will either let you try standing up or let you sit inside the shower, because he needed to wash himself quickly before he takes you out of the shower. He will keep an eye on you the whole time to makesure nothing happens to you.
*Zoro will let you try to dry yourself off with a towel after the both of you got out of the shower. He also would prefer to dry himself off with his towel, which is part of why he had you use a different towel to dry yourself off. He will pick out some warm clothes for you after he gets done dry himself off.
Shinya Kamihara; Pro Hero Name: Edgeshot (My Hero Academia)
*After having sex with Edgeshot, he actually enjoys showering with you, however he's kind of modest about being assertive about wanting to take a shower with you. So unless he's drunk, you would have to be the one to ask him about taking a shower with him, if you want him to take a shower with you. He knows you're not a mind reader, however while he's sober, his modesty about taking a shower with you does get him nervous about asking you himself, which is why he prefers you to ask him. For some reason he never says no to taking a shower with you, as he's always enthusiastic about it.
*If you ask Edgeshot to scrub you with your favorite body wash and a washcloth, he would low-key be more than happy to do so. He does get relaxed from you washing him with his body wash and his hair, however he does get relaxed from washing you up more. It's a bonus, if you do ask him to wash your hair.
*After the both of you get done with showering with eachother, he will dry you up with your towel, if you ask. He would be delighted, if you do decide to dry him up with his towel. He will also pick out some warm pajamas, cozy socks, and comfy slippers, so you can keep warm.
⭐ New Character For Me To Write About⭐
Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer, aka, Kimestu no Yaiba)
*Regoku will start the shower asking you, "Are you ready, my cinnamon candy?", in the sweetest tone of his voice, as he's inviting you to take a shower with him, after a long time of having sex with him, which he knows you couldn't nor won't say no to him for how sweet is to you. After getting in the shower with him he will hug you from behind telling you that he loves you and you say that you love him too. He will also tell you on how cute you are to him, then gropes your breasts, making sure he still has your attention.
*He would offer to wash you, because he would rather ask first before he does wash you with a washcloth and soap. However when you do wash him with a washcloth, he really does get relaxed. However just from your presence in general he does feel like he's relaxed for some reason.
*Just like with with washing you, he will ask to dry you off first before he does, do so. If you do decide to dry him off he will feel like he's in heaven. He will also let you pick out some sleep ware for you to sleep in for tonight and he would be more than happy to snuggle with you, no matter what you pick out.
Garou (One Punch Man)
*When both you and Garou went in the shower together after the sex, he went to wash you up with (reader's choice of body wash) brand of body wash and the washcloth right away. He would smirk and say, "See what you did to me, (Female Reader Name)? You had to get me all hard and drive me crazy to the point I had to make your pussy all sore...", then giggles, while washing your sore pussy. He pretty much tires to jokingly act all innocent, as if it's was all you, who's got yourself in the a situation of Garou getting your pussy sore. You groaned from him washing your pussy as you would jokingly say, "I may have worn sexy clothes earlier, however it was hot outside, so you could have been more patient.", as you would laugh, afterwards.
*When you would wash him, he would ask you to use the the men's body wash that you got for him. Depending on, if Garou decides tease you in the shower (sexual or non sexual) you would just, use your body wash instead, just to pick on him back. Once he releases what body wash you were using was your body wash instead the body wash you got him, he secretly wouldn't mind the smell of the body wash, however he would try not to laugh and say, "What did I do to deserve you using feminine soap.", then slips a laugh showing you he enjoyed it.
*After the both of you got out of the shower, Garou wouldn't mind you drying him off, however he prefers to dry you off, then he will have you in a hold, while having the towel wrapped around you. Once he carries you into your shared bedroom with him, he will set you on the bed and tells you he will be picking out the sleep wear for you tonight. So, he will dress you up into the sleep wear before tickling you where any of your ticklish spot are.
🫢🚿The End🚿🫢
I hope you have fun reading this fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🫢🚿😃👍 Believe or not for those who are Bleach fans (like myself) and those who read the dildo smut fanfic pertaining Shuhei Hisagi, the shower scene was the orignal plan for the ending, however under some circumstances, I had to have the ending of it different, which is the reason why I'm writing this fanfic. As for picking out other characters for this fanfic, I really figured I'd use this, as an opportunity to pick most of them at random and pick 6 anime characters (including Shuhei Hisagi from Bleach) from a different anime I feel fit for this fanfic and give this type of naughty multi fandom fanfic a try🫢🚿😃👍
#rose riot writings#fanfic written by rose riot johnson#rose riot johnson#multifandom smut#bleach#jujutsu kaisen#one piece#my hero academia#boko no hero academia#demon slayer#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#one punch man#shuhei hisagi#choso#roronoa zoro#edgeshot#shinya kamihara#kyojuro rengoku#garou opm
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Rules (Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, prefrences, Master List, and Current Works)
(Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, and prefrences)
“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”-Howard Philips Lovecraft
Hello I'm Mr. Cosmic, I am a Romantic Asexual Man (Not sex repulsed, I actually find the concept of sex and how deeply it is ingrained in humanity fascinating) my birthday is September 26th, My favorite food is Spaghetti and Garlic Bread (I know I know, Asexuals and garlic bread), my favorite drink is home made Mountain Tea, I love writing romantic and fluffy things but I also may right angst if I'm in the right mood, My favorite bands are Queens Of The Stone Age, Arctic Monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, Iron Maiden, Nujabes (RIP), Megadeth, Rob Zombie, and Foo Fighters, I hope we can all get along!
I take recommendations for shows to watch and add to the list of fandoms and music to listen to while I write (I am partial to fast paced songs, but I also enjoy slower ones)
I am also associated with the @favonius-library and @ecrin-de-litterature
ASKS ARE: OPEN!
ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS
ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS PT.2
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Rules
I only write romance for female characters but I'm perfectly fine with writing platonic male relationships (There are a few exceptions but most of the time this is the rule of thumb to go by)
I write for G/N, Male, and Female readers
Like any other Tumblr I reserve the right to reject asks
Be Respectful.
Do Not Hate On People In The Comments!
No Homophobia, Transphobia, etc. etc.
If You Have A Question About A Post Ask In The Comments Of The Post please.
No Politics!
I prefer to write for Ladies but I will do guys once in a blue moon if they're a part of the ask.
Due to a recent attempt to write trans characters and the anxiety attack which affected my willingness to write I have made the decision to (For the moment this may change though it is unlikely) not write Trans character's there is nothing wrong with Trans People I just feel like I can't portray them properly.
IF ONE MORE GODDAMN FUCKING PORN BOT OR BLANK BLOG FOLLOWS ME I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL GO ON A GODDAMN PURGE SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CUSTOMIZE YOUR TUMBLR OR I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY BAN HAMMER YOU!!!
FANDOMS
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail
Reverse 1999
Lobotomy Corporation
Library Of Ruina
Limbus Company
Bleach
RWBY
Chainsaw man
Jujutsu Kaisen
Fate Grand Order and Fate in general
Danganropa
Persona 3
Persona 4
Persona 5
River City Girls
Tekken
King Of Fighters
Guilty Gear
Granblue Fantasy
Blazblue
Skullgirls
Under Night In Birth
Street Fighter
Resident Evil
Final Fantasy
Fear & Hunger
Fear & Hunger: Termina
Hi-Fi Rush
Trails Of Cold Steel
Girls Front Line
Bloodborne
Elden Ring
(To Be Added)
What I Will Do
Character x Reader
All of the dere's (Yandere, Kudere, Tsundere, Goudere, Masodere, Sadodere etc. etc.)
Poly
Character x Multiple (Separate from Poly, NSFW only Ex. Free Use)
Platonic Relationships
NSFW (If You Want a Specific Kink You Have To Ask)
(More To Be Added)
What I Won’t Do
Underage
Non-Con (I might do CNC)
Kinks like Scat and Vore
NTR
(More To Be Added)
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I has a Tesla, Thor, and Hercules request please? How would the boys react if their wife (female reader) looks like Rangiku from Bleach, but is a loyal loving housewife (is very flirty with hubby!) who is a force to be reckoned with when someone tries to take her man! Minor harmless compliments /teases she’s okay with, but when the lady crosses the line she will put her in her place! Is this okay? I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
Tesla, Thor and Hercules u say?! Who resembles my favorite Bleach character of. All. Time.♥️
Hercules is so loyal and true, and getting this man to look elsewhere is just not possible. So when someone flirts with him it’ll just give over his head or he doesn’t play along. Regardless, of his lover.
Now! When that person starts crossing the line it’s going to surprise Hercules because he’ll mention “I have a hot wife and I love her very much. She won’t be happy that you’re hitting on me.” More than a few times and when it’s not clicking them and his wife starts putting them in their place, (because if they have Rangiku’s personality then the claws come out from time to time) Hercules doesn’t want his wife fighting someone when his heart belongs to her and her alone.
So, he’ll probably just gently pick up his wife over his shoulder and tell them “No, no. No fighting. That’s not the right thing to do-“ “let me K-O her!” “No, no. Don’t worry about her, I’ll give you a massage when we get home.” Hercules will come up with a great alternative to try to appease his wife. Maybe give her a little slap to her ass to drive the point that Hercules is taken, only for that to back fire when his wife says “Naughty boy.” Causing Hercules to blush. ♥️
Thor is a such aloof person that someone flirting with him besides his wife has to be painful because Thor is silent the whole time. 🤣 so when they start crossing the line Thor will squeeze out, “I have a wife at home. Beat it.” But they are still crossing the line by flirting and so his wife shows up and shows her claws, Thor is like 👀 “That’s my wife right there.”
Unlike Hercules, Thor likes fighting and having his wife put that person in place makes him low key hot 🥵 “shouldn’t we stop them, Thor?” “No. No.” Thor just want to see how far his wife would defend him, gets So Loki just has to chill for a second. He’s probably high key enjoying it too 😭🤧. Having a lovely and loyal housewife like that shows her claws for him yeah Thor likes that.
So when his flirty wife gives him a kiss infront of everyone, that is it. It’s done. Thor probably forgets he’s in public and will kiss back (and do a lot more). (When a man’s blood is up anything goes and Thor is no exception.) this most likely drives the point home that Thor isn’t interested in anyone but his wife and if they try anything Thor is going to be angry and we all know that is not a good thing.
Loki has a story to tell his uncle when he sees him. ♥️
Tesla is so hot 🥵 face card never declines
Tesla has probably warned the person that he’s married countless times, in German, French, English, etc. and has mentioned that his wife really wouldn’t like they are doing. So when his lovely wife’s shows up and starts putting that person in their place Tesla doesn’t want it to escalate to fighting because he loves his wife’s hands and body.
It also takes Tesla by surprise because it’s a side she doesn’t show often, Tesla’s busy with his experiments to notice. So, when he sees it he’s probably taken back as well but at the same time he really doesn’t want to see his wife hurt but he loves how outspoken she is, a loved the new side of her, he definitely likes it. ♥️ and once she’s done Tesla will call his wife his hero and carry her off in his arms.
“Now that situation is over we can go home real quick. Then we can get cozy real quick. Then we can have a few drinks real quick-“
“I know where you’re going with this. And the answer is yes.” “You’re so smart!” When Tesla sees that sweet smile of hers he melts while twirling his curly strand on hair around her finger Tesla couldn’t wait to get home. Thinking to himself that’s how you flirt ♥️ by your lovely, sweet, taking no bs sexy wife.
🎄Rukia-Writes🎄
#Tesla headcanons#Hercules headcanons#record of ragnarok headcanons#shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons#Thor headcanons
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