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greyskyflowers · 4 months

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I'm always on a Visored/Ichigo kick but it's been especially bad lately. Sooo have some little hollow instinct AU?? plot bunnies that won't get bigger than this but still wanted to hop around.

Is it trauma, power dynamics, or hollow instincts? The world may never know.

The world does actually know and it's all three.

⚠️ Some strange relationship and/or combination of Visored/Ichigo/Kisuke because that's my jam and I'm partying alone. ⚠️

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Ichigo doesn't know what he looks like when he's like this. No one else knows either, which is a good thing because people have destroyed and conquered worlds for less.

Long limbs sprawled, belly down and back exposed. There's a blanket drapped over his hips more for the comforting weight than any warmth. His tan skin glows in the low lighting and his hair looks like soft embers.

He smells like them. He looks like theirs. He's sleeping in their space. It hits a lot of things they knew would appeal to them but not to this extent.

He's taken their advice to heart, about getting familiar with the new hollow instincts and just do what feels right. At least until he's able to separate the things that are more him and more hollow.

It's driving them nuts. He's shameless and he doesn't even know it.

He presses his face against their faces and throats, the bridge of his nose pressing against the underside of their jaws and nuzzling real quick before darting off. The scent of him clinging to them and the submissive gesture, ducking to press under their jaw, is addicting.

It's a intimate greeting, one they don't even really give to each other but Ichigo uses it multiple times a day. A happy, warm and loving gesture that says hihelloimhereandyourehereandimveryhappy each time he does it. They kind of dread him figuring out how personal it is because he'll stop.

He makes himself small when he's anxious or scared, when he lets himself act his age for once. He holds himself well, they'll give him that. It's hard to tell unless he wants you to know but there are signs they pick up on, along with Kisuke's hints.

It's easier to be vulnerable at night, when it's dark and it doesn't seem so bad to seek out warmth and comfort.

They're particular about sleeping arrangements. They don't like others in the same area as them while they sleep. They puppy pile, as Mashiro happily calls it, not able to fully relax unless they're tangled up with at least 3 other people. The only people in the world they trust completely, with every part of their souls, and Kisuke.

And apparently Ichigo because he slips right in, and not only does he sneak in without kicking off their instincts but gets up against their throats without so much as a twitch from them. He stays above the blankets and avoids the mess of limbs, which is both smart and makes them frown. Desperate for comfort but still holding himself back, he probably would have tried to leave without them noticing if they hadn't woken up

The jackrabbit heartbeat and shaky breathing is what actually wakes them up.

There's a brief moment where everyone kind of freezes as they process what's happening, and then wait to see which one of them will kick him out, which of them will crack first at having a stranger in their space.

But it doesn't happen.

Everything stays silent and still except for the shaky breathing still coming from Ichigo, they swear they can hear feel his heart pounding, and a little keening noise that's so faint they miss it at first. It zips up their spines as soon as they notice, it's like a straight shot of adrenaline and a protective awareness surges in their chests.

They know there's no actual threat, they would have felt it, and they know that the kid just had a nightmare or was thinking too hard and worked himself up. But it doesn't seem like their instincts understand that.

They've never made that sound, not a single one of them ever, and they've made some weird noises. It's a terrible sad, lonely, scared noise and they don't ever want to hear it again.

This all happens in the span of a few minutes, enough for Ichigo to start calming down a little. He's not as tense and his breathing has gotten slower. Not enough to indicate he's asleep yet but he's on his way.

They all squish in closer and Ichigo falls right asleep, his cold nose and wet cheeks pressed into warm skin.

Hollows do not purr like cats, at least in their experience, but they swear to god they all woke up to purring at different times during the night.

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Ichigo starts sitting between their legs, most often when he's injured. Not kneeling, although that's a pretty picture, just sitting down so he's bracketed on both sides by their legs, back to them. Safe.

Lisa and Mashiro play with his hair, Lisa mindlessly as she flips through her magazine and Mashiro makes tiny braids before taking them out and starting over.

Kensei doesn't do much, usually puts his elbows on his knees so he's curved protectively over Ichigo. Occasionally rubbing his knuckles on Ichigo's jaw and petting at his throat.

Shinji tries to always keep a hand on him, tangled in his hair, resting on the side of his throat, or brushing against his cheek.

Ichigo doesn't do it often or around other people and they all try to respect that. He has to be Ichigo, strong, stubborn, impossible, and the one people look to.

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The thing people forget is that while wounds heal, the body and soul remember.

It can be a lot of strain, going in and out of his human body so frequently, especially when both soul and body are so familiar with stress, bruises and breaks.

Ichigo may heal quicker than most with his hollow and access to good healers but the echoes linger longer than most others. Especially when injuries are made with intention. Wounds from hollows hurt of course, but there's usually not a lot of thought behind it. So the wounds are more random, varying depths and severity.

Wounds by people shinigami, bounts, quincy, etc are more precise. They know where to aim to make it devastating, agonizing, and life changing.

Ichigo has fought a lot of people and it shows.

He bares his burdens and more in front of people like he's fine. He smiles and laughs, meets all the demands for fights with his own wild grin, moves like he's never had a injury in his life and people don't question it.

There's an area of his chest, and his back, that burn. A few spots of a constant and deep heat that make breathing feel hard.

His shoulders itch and ache, the kind that feels like it's down under the muscle. Nothing helps and lifting his arms is difficult.

A long, dragging catch following the lines of his lower ribcage. Breathing too deeply makes it burn and crackle in sharp pain, short and shallow breaths aren't satisfying but it keeps the pain manageable.

Headaches from countless concussions, a sore jaw from all the times it's been broke, fingers and toes that don't feel right anymore and ache terribly in the cold.

It's not all the time, just occasionally. Things like going back and forth too many times from his body, extreme temperatures, new wounds over the old, etc all cause flare ups.

He's too young to have so many aches.

They're protective over those spots. They can't and won't interfere with his fights unless it's critical but they keep an eye on wounds in those areas. They frown and scare off people when Ichigo starts to flinch from heavy arms being thrown around his shoulders or careless jabs in his side.

Sometimes their old wounds flare up and Ichigo scowls and bares teeth at everyone until the aches goes away.

#bleach #visored #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x visored #visoreds #kisuke urahara #visored x ichigo x kisuke #uraichi #visored x ichigo #ichigo x everyone tbh #hollow instict au??#going to drag all of you into poly andor qp visored hell with me #i like my characters feral and my relationship dynamics questionable #reaping souls with greyskyflowers

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dreadsuitsamus · 4 months

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Pierce | Kensei Muguruma x Reader |

author's note: this is perhaps the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written, as i have a medusa piercing myself that i longed to get for two whole fucking years, but didn't bc i was stupid and let a man's opinion dictate what i did! don't ever let someone hold power like that over you, my loves <3

pairing: kensei muguruma x fem!reader

warnings: needles, piercing, some typical kensei and mashiro shenanigans, mention of a clit piercing at the end

The shop is tiny, the storefront so small you missed it twice during your quest to find it. And just as you were about to call it quits and find another piercing studio that would accept walk-ins, the faded sign above the door caught your eye and you were soon swinging into a parking space with a heart pumped full of anxiety and a smile on your face.

Two years. You've wanted this piercing for two years, and now that the man you spent countless nights crying and agonizing over is officially out of your life, there's nothing to hold you back now. You've been freed from the chains of his judgment and his approval means absolutely nothing now, and it's finally time to live for yourself.

Stepping into the shop, the bell above the door jingles and you take a look around. It's not the nicest shop, no, but your excitement bypasses any chance of it bothering you. The sound of a tattoo needle buzzes down the short hallway to your left, and as you peek in you get a glimpse of a blond tattooing a large piece on an equally large man's back. Snooping doesn't last long as, from the hallway directly in front of you, out comes a cheerful woman with bright green hair.

“Hellooooooo, welcome to our shop!” She's loud as she bounces behind the counter, tapping the tablet to life and turning to face you. “What can we do for you today?”

“Ah, I called earlier today, about the philtrum?”

The woman gasps, smacking her palms to her cheeks. “Ohhh, that's gonna be so cuuuuute on youuuuu!” She taps a few things on the tablet before digging into the stash of posts and studs, laying out a few options before you. “Lemme see who's available while you look over these!”

The starter options are simple, and you carefully hold the circular cases they're in to examine them. Voices gradually approach, one belonging to the green-haired woman, and the other much deeper and with a twinge of annoyance. “Mashiro, no more walk-ins today. I mean it!”

“Fiiiine! But you gotta do this one! She's gonna look so cute with a medusa!”

“We'll see.” He rolls his eyes and steps into the room, moving behind the counter and standing before you, looking at the options Mashiro has provided you. “Take my advice and just get the titanium. Nickel is cheap and you're just gonna replace it down the road anyway.”

Nodding, you look up at the man, blinking owlishly at the sight of him. He's tall with a few piercings of his own, though the one on his lip is easily the most distracting. It's a thin, gold piece of jewelry that matches the ones on his ear and eyebrow, and your cheeks warm at the idea of this man being the one to pierce you. “Uh… S-sure.”

“Nervous?” He crosses his thick arms, perking his eyebrow. “Better change your mind now, ‘cause if I get started and you wanna stop, you're still paying for my time.”

“Kensei!” Mashiro scolds, kicking his shin. Kensei grimaces at her powerful kick, elbowing her away from him and pointing to the hallway he first came from.

“Go sweep the floor or something!” He rubs his shin, resting his forearm on the glass case. Mashiro sticks her tongue out, giving Kensei a middle finger before sauntering into what you gather is the tattoo studio, leaving you and the piercer alone.

Shaking his head, Kensei looks back at you, his hands resting on the glass, his fingers tapping a bit as he speaks. “Anyway. The titanium is a better option, even though it's more expensive. It's hypoallergenic, shinier than nickel, doesn't get mixed with other metals… It's durable but lightweight, so the healing process is gonna go smoother because it won't be so much of a strain on your lip, which is a huge positive because philtrum piercings generally take around three months to heal, minimum. This is a long haul type of piercing; I need you to understand that.”

You nod along, eager to just get started already. “I trust what you say. You have a lot of piercings, and you do it for a living, so… Whatever you say goes.”

A handsome smirk spreads over his lips. “Good. Pick a stud. Your choices aren't flashy, but it's just the starter. You'll be able to pick the pretty stuff after it's healed.”

Fighting the urge to make a dad joke, even to yourself, you look down at the options. He's right that they aren't the cutest options in the world, but there's certainly still beauty in simplicity. Kensei rests a curled finger against his lips, resting his elbows against the glass display case while you survey the small range of starters. His amber eyes study you, practically tracing the shape of your lips— Mashiro's right. This piercing will look great on you.

Maybe even cute.

When you've settled on the silver ball stud with a clear gem in the center, Kensei steps over to the tablet and punches in a few numbers. “Military?” He glances over, silver brow raised until you shake your head, his warm-colored eyes looking back at the screen to bring your total up without a discount.

Gazing around the room, a picture stands out amongst the rest. It's Kensei, a handful of years younger than he is now, with Mashiro, the blond you saw in the tattoo studio and plenty more, all wearing military uniforms, though the smiles and way they're grouped up suggests this was an off duty sort of photograph taken. Kensei follows your eyes, a soft curve pulling at the ends of his lips at the picture; the memory of that day is fresh in his mind, as if it was just yesterday they decided to leave the service behind.

“When we left the military, we opened up this shop and the restaurant a few doors down. I'd never recommend friends go into business together, but… We all manage well.” He finishes rather softly, and oh how you ache to hear the stories behind those eyes. Kensei's certainly a rough around the edges guy from what you can see of him, though the inkling that he also loves a long walk on the beach has a little smile pull at your lips.

“Thank you all for your service.” You hum genuinely, tapping your credit card to the reader as excitement buzzes once again. “And thank you for agreeing to do this for me.”

Kensei waves his large hand, gathering your purchased jewelry and leading the way into one of the rooms set up for piercings, patting his hand at the end of the already fully-reclined chair. “Mashiro said you could walk-in, so we're gonna honor that every time. If you ever want a tattoo or another piercing though, I’d recommend making an appointment on our website. You can choose who you want that way too, instead of playing around our availability.”

“Noted, though I think I like having you for my piercer.” You miss the way his cheeks blush a gentle pink as you sit on the chair, setting your purse down beside you. “You’re knowledgeable… Do you do tattoos as well?”

“Eh, I stick to the piercings.” Kensei mutters, unscrewing the case your new jewelry is in, dumping it onto a tray and spraying the bar and stud down with disinfectant. He rips open a package with a needle and forceps, setting the opened pack down before thoroughly washing and drying his hands— the way his biceps flex nearly have you in a daze, the muscles big and rippling… I bet he gives the best hugs. “Latex allergy?”

“Nope.” Your gentle shake of the head has Kensei slipping on a black pair of gloves, the material snapping loudly against his skin before he turns to pull the new, sanitized utensils from the plastic package.

“Alright.” Ken turns back around fully, handing you a small cup of mouthwash. “Swish a few times and then we’re about good to go.”

Following his instructions, you feel the freshness of mint once you’ve rinsed. Your leg bounces a bit, the realization that it’s finally happening hitting you like a freight train, your belly a bundle of nerves as Kensei takes a q-tip wet with rubbing alcohol and dabs at your lip. His gaze is intent, focused and handsome as he maps out the spot your piercing will be in.

“Gotta get in a little closer.” He warns, voice quite low as he fills the space between your knees with his much larger body, a little marker in his hand to mark where the needle will pierce you. “You ready? It’ll be over like this,” He snaps his fingers, and somehow a snap alone tells you what sort of leader he must be— strong and decisive, for starters. Knowing him this shallowly and for only around twenty-minutes, you’re still somehow quite certain of this.

Strangely, you ache to know more about him, this complete stranger that’s standing between your legs without a lick of impropriety about him.

“I’ve waited two, agonizingly long years for this.” Your voice drops to a whisper as tears slowly fill your eyes, and you hope Kensei’s gorgeous, amber eyes can’t see them. “I’ve never been more ready, Kensei.”

Understanding, Kensei nods slowly; he’s quite familiar with the ache of waiting, the cruelty that comes with the already unpleasant anxiety that patience brings. Whatever your reasons for waiting are, you’ve finally come to the end of that journey and it’s with great pleasure that he finds the perfect center of your philtrum, dotting your skin with the black marker and picking up the fresh forceps. “It’s gonna pinch, but it’ll be fast. Open up for me.”

Kensei delicately pulls at your parted lip, pinching it between the forceps as he takes the needle in his free hand. Your chest heaves, each breath of air filling your lungs as quickly as your anxiety dispels the air— the needle moves, and your fingers grip Kensei’s black tank top as the flesh breaks and the needle protrudes from your lip. He was right about how fast it was (and he wasn’t lying about it being a pinch, though it’s certainly a more painful pinch than he described) and before you can even blink he’s setting the bar in place and screwing the piercing ball on. The sensation is odd, but you’ll get used to it soon enough. Finally, your wish has been granted to you.

Your piercer smiles a bit, giving you a mirror and resting his fists on either side of your legs as he admires his work— he’ll never say it to her face, but Mashiro was absolutely right about this being a good piercing for you. It’s cute. “Looks good. Take care of it.”

Your eyes fill with happy tears this time, and you throw your arms around Kensei’s neck in a hug that surprises him— to his credit, he doesn’t push you away but instead carefully pats your back. You’re able to gather yourself after a moment, and Kensei cleans up the station afterwards. “Grab some disinfectant and clean that piercing at least twice a day. And get an alcohol-free mouthwash, and use it after every meal, every smoke… Every kiss too.”

Snorting ungracefully, you hop off the chair and hook your purse over your shoulder. “Don’t have to worry about that one— I haven’t had anyone to kiss in years.”

“Oh my god, what a coincidence!” Mashiro’s back, and she’s got a broom in hand that she certainly hasn’t actually swept anything with. “Kensei hasn’t either!”

“Mashiro!” Kensei’s voice booms again, and your heart blooms alongside your laughter.

His blush is cute, and you’re already thinking about what your next piercing will be. Perhaps an industrial… Or even your clit.

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei x you #kensei x reader #bleach imagine #reader insert #x reader #fic

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zerobaseonefics · 10 months

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BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day four

note . . . the chapter is pretty long (~2.4k words) cuz i couldn't update last week.... hope y'all will enjoy 🤭

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most of the time, you would consider yourself as pretty much smart. but now, oh, you felt really dumb. but how could you not think they were not dating? most of the time, boys aren't that into skinship with their friends... but hanbin literally just walked away with his arm around hao's waist.

"seems like you were a hanbin hater for no reasons... maybe you should try and give him a chance", mashiro tried to advice you.

"you know damn well she's into an another hanbin", yujin replied.

"the other hanbin", chaehyun sang with the melody of that one lana del rey song.

"and more importantly, i have other reasons to hate him", you said.

the girls all looked at you, waiting for you to explain yourself on what were the reasons. but, you know, it's only chapter four and i'm not willing to spill all the tea now. your eyes met the huge clock of the cafeteria, which was telling your class was starting in 10 minutes.

"well, i had enough of this bitch today, so we'll talk about this some other time. i gotta go."

mashiro heavily sighed, annoyed about the fact she could've note down the reasons you dislike hanbin so she could help him. but you were not willing to be late to class, so she was missing on that opportunity. a small voice in her head told her that maybe, maybe, she should also go to class, but she had no idea what class she was supposed to have now... so she might as well make sure she sees the chaos created by her own hands with her own eyes.

"wait, y/n!"

your eyes met your friend as she called you, and you simply hummed to let her know you were listening to her and pressuring her to talk quickly.

"you have photography class, right?"

"yeah! why?"

"i signed up for the new semester! let's go together!"

in fact, mashiro didn't sign up for shit, and you were kinda suspicious about the fact she did. but could you care less? you'd love to be with mashiro for that class!

i mean... with mashiro... a few seats further.

not that you had anything against your dear best friend, no, absolutly not. you signed up to the photography class once because you were interested in it. but it's also the place where you met the hanbin that made your heart beat because of something opposite to wrath. and as much as you like photography, remember you're a passive ass bitch who doesn't have much hobbies or passion for anything... except for flowers and now park hanbin. and photography class was great because your seat bestie was the said hanbin. you'd rather sit next to him whether or not mashi was there, and you'd rather be not too close to her because if you ever try to flirt... she won't let you live that down.

that's what you explained to her on the way, and she had no problem with that. the class officially starts at 2pm. however, since most people had their lunch break before this, even the teacher is usually around 10 minutes late. it's also park hanbin's case. he's the leader of the hip hop team and he usually uses the lunch break to practice by himself so he can teach his teammates easily later. since the room where he practices is a the complete opposite of the campus, he always arrive two minutes after the teacher. he never got reprimanded by the teacher for being literally twelve minutes late because there was two door to the classroom : one in the front, and one in the back. park hanbin would always enter through the back one and sit immediatly next to you since it was the closest to the back door. that's how destiny led you next to the boy that pleased your eyes whenever you saw him on the campus.

if the teacher and your crush, just like most of your classmates, were always late to this class, it was not your case. you're not a firm adherant to rules nor a very punctual person, but being late would mean someone could take your usual seat, and take away from you the opportunity to sit next to park hanbin.

that day was not any different than the others. the room was empty when you got in with mashiro. naturally, your feet led you to your cherished sit. you let your bag on the table as you peacefully sat and started to take out your material. mashiho went to sit at the row before the last one, but not in front of you. she wanted to see what was about to happen, so she took a seat a bit further.

as you were looking for the file that had all your previous lessons for this class on your laptop, you heard someone step into the class. you didn't pay much attention to it, uninterested in whoever just passed the door because there was no way it was the person you were waiting for. the footsteps started to be closer, and you finally heard the chair next to you be dragged backward a bit so the person could sit. it was not even 2pm yet...

"i didn't know you're taking this class."

i admit, you might be a little dramatic, because the horrified look you were wearing right now was absolutly unnecessary. from your face alone, people would think they were watching a horror movie (i mean not your face, you're super pretty, but your expression). you saw a ghost or something? nothing like that. it was just hanbin's voice that just talked to you right now.

but not the right hanbin.

slowly, you turned your head to face him. it was really him. sitting at the place park hanbin was supposed to take in order for him to not get noticed by the teacher. and in order for you to gush about him for a hour and half straight. you coughed to clear your voice and regain you composure.

"hum. excuse me, hanbin, but i have a friend who's gonna sit there so it would be great if you can get your ass up and change seats."

"i don't see your friend yet..."

ignoring your attempt at chasing him, hanbin started to put his things on the table as well, preparing himself for the class. you were already tired from the situation and you let your back rest on the wall next to you.

"well, he's coming. there's plenty of seats since we're only three in the classroom."

"i know, i have eyes. but i'm used to sit at this place in most of my class and it's gonna shock my brain if i ever take another seat.

"you're sure? i'm pretty sure if you gaslight yourself enough you'll be doing pretty fine on the opposite of the classroom."

"the opposite?"

"yeah, you see, i'm sitting at the last row, on the right and it would be better for both of us if you go and sit on the front row, on the left."

you were a laptop girlie, that's how you took your notes. but hanbin was more on the hand written side. when he finished setting up his pencils and notebook, he looked at you, squiting his eyes like he was analyzing you.

"i'm not planning on changing seats. if you hate it that much you can change yourself", he said innocently. with a passive agressive smile, you replied.

"the thing is i need to sit here because my friend can only sit in the back."

"too bad, seems like your friend is gonna have to find another place."

hanbin knew you couldn't seat anywhere else if you wanted to be with his arch-nemesis. you were just hoping he would get the hint and leave... but you felt like it was not gonna happen. and you started to see clear in hanbin's attitude. i mean, not clear to the point you know mashiro is helping him, but clear enough to see you bruised his ego by rejecting him and that's why he was not giving up on you. there were no other way. what would he like that much about you for him to go through the humiliation but still court you? he didn't know you that much. and you didn't feel like the most interesting person. compared to him, you were nothing, and it was never a problem to you. you never planned on living life fully. but you just couldn't get why he would be so hung up to you if it wasn't for his ego.

but people like him are easy to get rid off. if his ego is the problem, you just had to hurt it more so he would run away and eventually accept failure.

"tell me, hanbin, aren't you embarassed?"

"embarassed...?" he repeated, confused.

"yeah. normal people just avoid the person that rejected them. i thought i made it clear i have no romantic feelings to you, nor attraction. i don't even like you as a person."

"and so? i was not born with a crush on you, feelings change with time and maybe i can change how you feel."

you gave him a haughty look before sighing and letting your chin rest in the palm of your hand.

"that's why i gave you buttercups." offended, hanbin gasped, before putting his hand on his mouth to cover his shock. he couldn't let you see that got to him. a small smirk made its appearance on your face as you saw his reaction.

"well... the flowers were pretty." he tried to explain.

"yeah, but it doesn't change anything to their meaning. be honest with me, you don't like me that much, right? what is making you act like that?"

"i just think you got the wrong idea about me and i would love to get to know each other better. i wanna have a different bouquet next time."

"my friends suspect you of having a humiliation kink."

"i don't talk about my kinks on our first photography class..."

the conversation you were having and his playful remarks made you forget about what was around you : the class was filling up and your teacher hurriedly came in. losing track of the time as you were trying your best to make hanbin feel unconfortable so he could leave, you didn't see two more minutes have passed.

with little to no noise, the back door of the class room was pushed open. park hanbin only peaked his blueberry head in, a smile on his face as the idea of sitting next to you. the smile fell soon enough when he saw you with another guy... it would've been okay if at least you let him have the seat next to the door so the teacher wouldn't see him, but it was not the case. double treason.

park hanbin's eyes brushed the room to realize the only empty seat was the one on the front. he had no other choice than to accept his fate, and he made its way to it, getting yelled at by the old man in the front of the class.

if hanbin felt proud of the fact his plan to take the other hanbin's seat next to you worked, he didn't expect you to stop talking to him after that. you just decided to ignore him throughout the lesson, and you were too busy thinking about whether or not park hanbin was going to be mad at you.

as soon as the class was dismissed, park hanbin made its way to you. it cleared all your worries when he waited for the girl sitting in front of you to go so he could sit there. facing you with a teasing smile, park hanbin let his elbow rest on your table.

"what is that? you let me down for a new friend?" he said playfully.

"i literally got kidnapped by this man, i fought him to save your seat but he didn't listen to me...", you replied dramatically, making park hanbin's smile widen.

oh no, sung hanbin, alert! i think you might be thirdwheeling right now... the brunette coughed to catch your attention.

"hum. i'm sung hanbin, the new seat bestie." he had no idea what he was doing right now, but he gave his hand to park hanbin for him to shake it. the blueberry-haired guy took his hand to shake it politely.

"well, i already know your name. i'm park hanbin, the original seat bestie."

park hanbin didn't pay much more attention to the boy sitting next to you, his eyes were quickly back on you.

"so, y/n... you should make it up to me, right?"

sung hanbin couldn't stand the fact he was getting invisible to you as a coy smile created by park hanbin was evident on your face, and your eyes were on this other boy only. he silently listened to the two of you planning to go to a coffee shop after park hanbin's dance class as he put his pencilcase and notebook in his bag. he chewed the inside of his cheek, having no other choice but to accept a new failure today, and he got up to leave the class to you and your crush.

as soon as he got out of the class, he got pulled agressively by someone way smaller than him. mashiro. hanbin sighed.

"bro, i think i fucked up my soup" he said to the japanese.

"don't be defeatist! didn't you hear them? they're going to that cafe next to campus."

"so...? do you want me to crash their date or something? i don't think that's right."

"yeah, that wouldn't be right if you were going there on purpose to do that."

confused, the boy looked at mashiro, waiting for her to explain herself. mashiro pinched her nose in despair.

"what do i do with someone like you... y/n should have give you the flower of stupidity."

"does it exist?"

"that's not the subject, idiot! that's literally your mom's cafe! you're not crashing their date, you're just helping your mother as a barista!"

for the second time today, hanbin gasped. maybe god, the universe, hell, mother nature! whatever, was on his side... his two hands went to grab mashiro's shoulders.

"you're a genius, thank you!"

"i know, duh."

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turtleduckrabbit · 7 months

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DAY 1: Normal

Sososo sorry for the small delay in uploading, I hope I didn't make people think I vanished again LMAO but when I say this was a daily challenge, I *mean* I start today and end today! (Gotta get on that ART GRIND!!)

Anyways~ MEET MY HANDSOME PRETTY BOY, MASHIRO (AKA SHIRO) (AKA MY FRISK FROM MY ABANDONED AU <3)

I know I know.. the art is *eh* (It's not up to my standards either THIS IS ONLY A ROUGH COLOR OVER A CLEAN SKETCH I PROMISE I HAVE IMPROVED TT) but I probably wouldn't have been able to finish this in time for today if I did a full render!

As much as I love you Shiro, I don't think I can finish a full rendered drawing in time!

Shiro can be referred to as anything (ex; Shiro!Frisk/Mashiro/Shiro/etc.) whichever one is easier, I'll be tagging them under 2 tags!

Here's a Fun Fact about them: They're currently 17! When he fell down to the underground he was roughly about 12, so this is about 5 years since then!

See you for Day 2~

#mod kenzie #my art #undertale au #shiro #shiro!frisk #day 1 #AGHHH the art kinda burns but ITS OKAY #even if i dont like it SOMEONE OUT THERE WILL <3 #hes my handsome pretty boy and i love them sm #undertale #THE HAIR IS HIDEOUS I DIDNT RENDER IT KILL ME AAAAAAAAAAAAA #gawd its giving me old art flashbacks </3 #see u tmrw im crying TT </3

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mothgrudge · 6 months

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reminiscing

(wow some “official” writing this is surprising)

wip: main family

character(s): nazam “naz” & anzu takuma (mentions of yarrah, mashiro, and mai)

tw(s): deadname mention, eating disorder, suicidal thoughts/ideation, body dysmorphia

a short walk through memory lane from naz’s perspective of life before he and anzu got together. there is a happy ending here we promise 😭💙

general to know: anzu was adopted by red and tsubame takuma when he was in high school from his abusive/neglectful parents—making mai and mashiro his adopted siblings. the story begins when anzu is still with his family and time skips around throughout he and naz’s life.

(also this is in 2nd person! naz is the narrator ‘you’ refers to anzu :3)

We first met in elementary school. First grade.

My older sister dropped me off. You came by yourself.

Both of us sat at the back of the classroom.

During recess you didn’t talk to anyone. You stayed by yourself in the sandbox and I stayed by myself in the classroom, with my book. I didn’t focus on it. I focused on watching you drag your shovel through the sand and stare longingly after the other children playing. You put your head down. So did I.

I think that was where it started.

People left me alone because I was quiet. I was weird. I always scored high on math tests and read computer textbooks I stole from my sister when we weren’t working on class projects. I stared the teacher down until she moved on from asking me to read aloud. She tried asking my parents about the books I read, and my father insisted I didn’t know how to read, it was her job to teach me. She asked me to read a sentence. I didn’t say a word. My father took it as proof. She seemed disappointed in me.

People bothered you because you were quiet. You came to school sometimes with bruises, and created your own through many fights on the playground. The teacher tried to call your parents in, and sometimes I would stall going home to see if they’d show up.

They didn’t.

The first time we spoke was a group project in 5th grade. I’d been watching you for a few years, but I was too shy to talk to you. You didn’t seem like you wanted to be bothered with the project anyway. I resigned myself to doing all the work in your stead, if it meant the teacher would stop pulling you aside to talk about ‘your grades.’ But you looked at me, with a look I’d never really seen before.

“What’s your name?” You asked. I hesitated. “... Naz… ara… Nazara.” I hated my name. “Nazara.” You repeated. I loved it. “Anzu. You ever go by Naz?”

I hadn’t, until you asked. And then that was the only thing I ever let anyone call me.

After the project we didn’t interact much. When I came into class, you’d give me a small quirk of your lips I suspected was a smile, but you always kept your head down and in response so did I. I didn’t smile much— I still don’t— but I always tried to make eye contact when I saw you come in late. You got into more fights, I read more computer books, and moved my interest towards differential equations and physics theorems, all books I stole from Yarrah. There wasn’t really any reason I should’ve understood it, but I did. I hid the books from our teachers. Once, you hid one for me. One of your usual offenders walked by and pushed my book into the middle of the floor during quiet time. I knew it was on purpose. You were getting stronger, he needed others to pick on. It was testing the waters. To see how weak I was. The thump of it on the floor was deafening. Everyone turned to look. Our teacher came over, and frozen, I stared at her. You saw my panic. You kicked the book under the bookshelf and hid it from view.

“What’s going on?” She asked. I said nothing. You said nothing. The bully said nothing. She clicked her tongue, and walked away.

You got into a fight with that bully at recess. I wish I would’ve stepped up to wipe your bloody nose.

💙💙💙💙

Middle school is when things started to change. Not between us. But for me.

We moved that summer to a town a few miles over. I never got to say goodbye. But the thought of never seeing you again made me throw up everything I ate. I did it in secret. No one knew. Yarrah caught me once, but I told her I just wasn’t feeling good. She told me to get more sun. I said I would. But the whole summer I spent glued to our family computer. I used my father’s card to buy myself spare parts, and he never noticed. I finished my first home-built PC by the time the first week of my new school should’ve been.

But turns out my parents never enrolled me. They were out of the country, and I guess they forgot. I took it upon myself to enroll myself at our old neighborhood middle school. Where I thought you would go. It was a walk to get there. Six and a half miles. I woke up at 4am every morning to get there. I walked alone. I didn’t eat. My reward was seeing you that first day I finally came to school, sitting at the back of the classroom, with your hood up and phone in hand. The tight feeling in my chest finally subsided.

“Naz,” You greeted me when I sat in the back desk next to you. “I didn’t know you had this class.”

“My parents enrolled me late.” I whispered. You hummed, understanding.

At lunch I went to the library and took a nap. I dragged myself awake at the bell. This became my routine.

💙💙💙💙

I grew skinnier. My hair began to thin out. I started wearing a beanie to school, and big bulky sweaters to hide my thin arms. I hid out every gym, behind the bleachers so they couldn’t see me. But I got to see you. You were getting taller now, and your shoulders got more broad. There was a day in gym that you all played dodgeball, and seeing you throw, I thought about being in your arms.

I threw up again after class.

We had one group project together in seventh grade, and you greeted me every day when you came to class with a small nod. That was enough, I thought. I made it be. I didn’t feel like I deserved anything more— with how I looked, with how I felt. I hated Nazara more and more with every passing day. The worst of it came on field trip day.

To the aquarium. I forged my parents signature, and I was sure you forged yours too. I sat in the back of the bus, and I thought you would too. I was almost excited. I wasn’t expecting someone to cheerfully call, “Anzu!” when you stepped on the bus.

You looked just as surprised too.

The person who called had pink hair. Their skin was pretty and dark brown. They looked bright and full of life, and their energy was contagious. You couldn’t see anywhere else to sit. You dropped down next to them near the front of the bus.

I stayed alone in the back, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

I don’t remember passing out.

💙💙💙💙

“Nazara. Stop being difficult.” The social worker frowned at me. I stared back at him impassively. “If someone has been neglecting you at home, we need to know that.” I didn’t say anything. After my week long coma after passing out on the bus, the doctors had been trying desperately to get something out of me. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them I did it to myself. I didn’t want to be Nazara. I didn’t want to be anything.

The social worker knew he wasn’t getting through to me. He sighed, and stood up. “Please try to eat at least something today, Nazara.”

He left.

💙💙💙💙

I hope you would become good friends with Mashiro. I hoped you would be happier.

💙💙💙💙

“Your child has fucking anorexia, and all you can care about is your business trip!” I heard Yarrah yelling at my father over the phone. It was a few weeks after I was discharged from the hospital. They diagnosed me, enrolled me in therapy sessions, and had a social worker come by every week to see how I was doing. But the diagnosis didn’t help. It felt like things were better when I ignored it. When I walked six miles to school, when I saw you in class, when I pretended that the budding shapes on my chest and the thinness of my arms weren’t there.

I put my pillow over my face. I wanted to shut everything out.

💙💙💙💙

You came by once. Out of the blue. I don’t think you meant to.

It had been… three years at this point. I should’ve been in 10th grade, with you. My neighborhood was in the same zone as the local high school, I could’ve ridden the bus instead of walking all that way to you. I think it’d been a year since I’d really been outside. I stayed in my room, in my empty house. I took my medicine. I had zoom calls with my therapist. I read computer engineering books. I built PCs, then took them apart. I bought things on Amazon with my dad’s money. I talked on and off with Yarrah. I never answered the door. Ever. I tried once. After I was pulled out of middle school. The postman’s disgusted look was all I needed to never try again.

But I’m not sure what compelled me today.

Maybe I was excited about my package coming, a new motherboard for my latest build. Maybe, I was starting to gain weight again after learning about being transgender. Maybe, for once, I felt good.

Maybe it was fate.

I crossed the darkened hall, I opened the door. I came face to face with a bright, beaming, pink face.

“Hi! My name’s Mashiro Takuma! This is—”

“—Anzu.” You said. You looked awkward, but maybe fond. “We’re helping my sister look for her lost cat. She got out the other day.” Mashiro handed me a flyer, and I studied it carefully. MEDUSA it read in bold letters, with the picture of a sleek, tiny legged black cat. It had big green eyes, that stared up at me from the flyer innocently. “Have you seen her at all?”

“I don’t leave the house much.” I said, shrugging.

“Oh…” Mashiro’s energy wilted. I felt my face pull into a frown. “My sister gets around town a lot, though.” I tried to amend. “When she comes home from work, I’ll ask her.” His beam: restored. You smiled behind him, mouthing ‘thank you.’ I tried to smile back.

“Well, if she’s heard anything, you can contact me here.” Mashiro directed my eyes to the bottom of the flyer where a host of contact numbers were recorded. There was a Red Takuma, Tsubame Takuma, Mashiro Takuma and Anzu. No last name. I nodded slowly. I carefully tucked the flyer under my arm.

“All of her favorite foods and some tips on coaxing her inside are on the back, so if you see her, please, do your best!” Mashiro gave me a cheerful thumbs up, and I laughed. Softly. I couldn’t remember when the last time I laughed was.

“I’ll try.” I promised. And then with a wave, the two of you were off. I held the door open until I saw you all disappear around the bend of the next street, then slowly let the door fall shut. I stared down at the flyer from the safety of my room. I didn’t wait. I called Yarrah. Turns out she had seen the cat. She was friendly, and hiding behind the building she worked at. It was easy enough to take her in.

I didn’t go when she returned Medusa to you all. I was still too scared to face the world.

💙💙💙💙

May. You and Mashiro should be graduating now.

I stared out of the window of Yarrah’s apartment, my head pillowed in far too many cushions. The surgery went well. I was discharged yesterday. I looked down at the bandages and gauze that protected my vulnerably flat chest. Even if everything was sore, and a bit tight, my chest felt light, physically and metaphorically.

“Naz!” Yarrah burst into the room, bringing something warm and good smelling with her. Soup, probably. Maybe curry. She rested it down in front of me, ruffling my hair. “Make sure you finish at least half.”

“I’ll try.” I meant it. “Once this heals up, we’re gonna take you to get your name change, okay?”

“Thank you Ra. … I mean it.”

“I’m your sister.” She shrugged. “It’s what I do.” We already went over the argument a million times that she didn’t have to, I could see the flames in her eyes, ready to pounce if I tried it. I ceded, bowing my head. “Thank you.” I said instead, quietly. She left only a few minutes after. Running down to the store, I think. I closed my eyes. I dreamed of you.

💙💙💙💙

I stopped by a grocery store, just to grab something quick. I had a long stretch of contract requirements I needed to get on tonight, or my boss would have my ass. But I was slowly learning to fuel myself while I did it.

I wasn’t expecting to see you there.

You’d grown. So much. You were two or three heads taller than me, more filled out than before. The hoodie you wore fit snug around your arms, your jeans were tight and fit well. Your eyes were bright; brighter than I ever remembered seeing them when we were young. A pair of blue beats rested around your neck and you had a sleek phone pressed against your ear.

“— tell Mai I’m almost done getting the ingredients.” You were saying. “I can’t find the red velvet cake they want.” I glanced at my basket. The last slice of red velvet cake stared up at me.

Talk to them. My brain said.

I can’t.

“Shiro, don’t you start whining too!” You laughed. That was the first time I really heard your laugh up close and my heart burst.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon. Ja!” You ended the call just as I turned on my heel, leaving the cake next to your basket. Even if that was all I could do… it was enough. It would be enough.

“Oh, hey, you don’t have to do that.” I felt a hand rest on my shoulder; with nails painted black and silver rings adorning it’s long fingers. My heart jackhammered against my chest.

“It’s fine.” I cleared my throat. “I probably wouldn’t finish it anyway.” I racked my brain from what I remembered. “And that’s Mai’s favorite, right?”

“Yeah, but how did you…”

I glanced at you over my shoulder and your words died in your throat.

I smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Naz?”

My heart nearly stopped. I stared at you, wide-eyed. I never… never thought…

Your face lit up in a grin.

“Is that you? Wow, it’s been awhile. How have you been?”

“I… I’ve been…” I searched for words, still trying to shake off my shock. I angled my body to face you completely.

“I’ve been okay— better, than before I guess.” I chuckled, dryly. “You look good though, Anzu.” My tongue felt too big for my mouth. When was the last time I talked this much? To my therapist maybe. “I feel good.” Your voice went soft, warm. My chest bloomed. “I’m so glad.” I said back.

A silence drifted over us, an inevitable one. We never spoke much when we were young, and then I vanished. I wasn’t supposing there was much left to talk about. “I hope they enjoy the cake—“

“Can we meet up sometime?” You said, fast. Your expression was almost panicked, as though you were afraid of something. Of me saying no? Never to you. Ever.

“Sure,” I tried for flippant, but my voice was too fond. “But um.” I gestured vaguely towards myself. “It’s Nazam. Now. Um.” My voice got caught in my throat. I cleared it. “Not Nazara.” I wasn’t sure if you’d catch my meaning. You did. You smiled in relief.

“Nazam.” You repeated. You took my hands in yours. “Nazam. It suits you” I ducked my head, feeling my cheeks begin to flush. I coughed softly. “W-When did you want to meet?”

💙💙💙💙

I traced my fingers across the scatter of tattoos on your arms. The dawn had barely begun to peak over the horizon, and everything in our house was still covered in boxes. The only thing we’d bothered to unpack was maybe a quarter of our room, the bed at the very least so we could have somewhere to sleep. You murmured something, then turned towards me, pulling me tight against your chest.

“You up?” You murmured.

“Unfortunately.” I whispered back. You pressed your lips soft against my head.

“Go back to sleep, clover. We can unpack your precious gadgets tomorrow.”

“I guess I can survive until then.” I chuckled, and your soft, sleep-laden laugh rumbled against my cheek. I traced my fingers over your lips.

“I love you, Anz.” Soft. Even with your eyes closed, you smiled. “I love you too, Naz.”

The hole in my ribs finally closed. I buried into you and let your breathing soothe me back to sleep.

#main family #writing #these two make us extremely emo i hope y’all feel the same way #nazam takuma #anzu takuma

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egggyweggy · 1 year

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hirogaru sky my beloved <3

[ID: four pen doodles. the first is of cure sky looking confident with a small doodle of mashiro in the corner. the second has cure prism smiling and holding up one hand as if surprised. the next is a redraw of the scene where cure sky bridal carries mashiro, and mashiro is blushing with hearts around her head. the last one has mashiro and sora holding hands with ‘T4T’ above their heads, with a small doodle of sora kissing mashiro on the cheek in the corner.]

#hirogaru sky precure #sora harewataru #mashiro nijigaoka #these two r so. GRRRGHRFFFHH #tmasc sora and tfem mashiro btw. if you even care #cure sky #cure prism #i want to post more art but all i can draw is these two. so sad! well episode 3 is coming soon.#bun doodles

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hee0soo · 1 year

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No way?

Summary: The company announces who might debut

words: 827

Masterlist

“Welcome everyone. It´s nice to see all of you. We know it´s late and all of you are busy practicing but we need to talk to you.”

Those were words none of the Trainees liked to hear.

Usually when the Staff that took care of them called for a meeting, it was because one of them was either leaving, someone was cut or something else happened.

None of these 3 options were something they wanted to hear

The air in the practice room was tense and Jisoo could feel the anxiety running through her fellow trainees.

Not feeling any better compared to the others, she could understand them.

The difference being that Jisoo had sat through a lot of these meeting while a lot of the other trainees had been with them for that long.

Just because she was used to them by now didn´t mean that she got any less nervous.

The girl shudders and she could feel her heart racing while she picked the material of the leggings she was wearing.

“You are not getting scolded and for none of you is this the end.

But we do have an announcement to make. A few days ago we heard of a rumor going around.”

The girl sitting next to her scoffed and whisperd to Jisoo.

“Sound a lot like a scolding to me, don´t you think so?”

Jisoo had to hide her smile. She had thought the same thing.

“It was said that the company planned to prepare a new group for debut. Today we wanted to confirm that this is true.

JYPE has decided to host once more a survival show to depict who the debuting group will be.”

As if a switch has been flipped, all of a sudden the tense atmosphere vanished and was replaced with excited chattering.

Everyone had heard the rumor but none of them had dared to ask the managers if it were true.

“We know that these are exciting news for you but please continue listening for a few more minutes.

There will be 2 teams who will compete for the number one spot at the next public showcase. The team who places second will go back to being trainees while the other will go through a variety of missions. Do not take this lightly! There is always a chance of members getting eliminated throughout the show.

I will now read the names of those of you who have been picked for the first team which consists of the female trainees.

Please stand up and come to me when you hear your name!”

The young girl couldn´t believe it. Maybe this time she finally had the chance of debuting.

After 4 years of being a trainee and watching her friends debut or leave on by one, she became a little bitter.

Her parents and family had already told her many times that she should just give up, finish school and get a job.

But that wasn´t what she had wanted.

Maybe this time would finally be her chance.

Bang Chan, who sat behind her laid his hand on her shoulder. Squeezing it gently, after all if any of them could understand her thoughts it was him.

Jisoo looked at her friend, giving him a small smile while resting her hand on his.

The manager had now pulled out a small piece of paper with the names on it.

Hopefully one of them was hers.

“Hwang Yeji, Park Yejin , Sakamoto Mashiro ,Shin Ryujin, Lee Chae Ryeong, Shin Yuna and Park Sunmin. Please step forward!”

Jisoos heart broke. These were the member and she wasn´t going to be one of them. Her friends would debut without her. Again.

The other girls smiled sadly at her, they too wished she would be with them.

Tears were gathering in her eyes, tired of feeling like a failure.

Maybe her parent were correct about wanting her to come home.

“And now for the second team. This team was not choosen by us, but by one of you.

Bang Chan please come forward and announce the members of your group. “

The hand on her shoulder left as the boy got up and stood next to the manager.

But Jisoo didn´t even acknowledge it, she didn´t want to hear who of her friends would also get the chance of debuting.

Which was why she only listened with one ear to what came next.

“I have thought long and hard about who I thought had potential to fit into the group I wanted to create.

I want those of you who will join me to step forward and join me.

Seo Changbin and Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Minho, Kim Seungmin, Lee Felix, Jang Jeongin…” Chan said confidently.

One by one the boys got up and walked over to him.

But what he said next made everyone look at him in shock.

Everyone but the manager who nodded along and kept his cool.

“and Min Jisoo!”

Wait What???

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katsushika-division · 6 months

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Darkness had long washed over the skies of Katsushika as Akihisa Mashiro’s birthday drew to a close.

A mysterious gloved hand placed a palm-sized present that was taped to a letter on the doorsteps of the representative team’s home. They rang the doorbell.

Akihisa opened the front door, only to find no one at his doorsteps. He did a thorough once-over, but there was no trace of a person ever being there, aside from the small present and letter sitting on his porch.

He hesitantly picked them up and brought them inside.

After carefully removing the shiny gold wrapping ribbon and taking the lid off the small box.

It was a small photo album with a black cover and a keychain attachment.

He tore into the letter that was attached to the present. He immediately noticed the contents of it being fully printed, rather than handwritten.

“Greetings,

My teammates are not aware of my little secret surprise for you, but I think it is a perfect day to spoil you so. I hope you enjoy this small photo album. I believe you once had a lover that you cherished dearly. This would be a stellar way to remember her and keep her with you.

Now before I forget: should the Party of Words ever allow you to roam free from the restraints of Death Row, you and your teammates are more than welcome to come to me. I have the perfect job, a job that only the three of you could pull off. I highly suggest you think this offer over.

Regards,

Her Majesty, The Queen Card”

♛ Many hours later, back in Roppongi, Minato ♛

“I did as you instructed,” said a mysterious figure, not removing the hood from their black jacket that covered their head. They kneeled in front of Queen Card, the same way a knight would bow to their ruler. “I delivered your present and letter to Akihisa Mashiro in Katsushika.”

“Most excellent, my dear Void,” Queen Card smiled. “I see you’re not going to question why I offered a job to a death row inmate.”

“I will not.”

“Why is that?”

Void dipped their head, resembling a respectful bow. “Because you hired me. And if your reason for hiring a famed hitman is anything like the reason you hired me… I have no reason to believe you have any malicious intent.”

Queen Card lowered Void’s hood. “Is that so?”

“I believe in you and what you are doing. You saved a lowly person like me and I believe more than anything: that you’re doing us and the rest of this twisted world a favor.”

Akihisa narrowed his eyes as he read the letter. He rarely, if ever, spoke of Sophie. The pain of losing her still lingered in his heart. Touya and Rintaro weren't even entirely aware of her. Everything he had of her besides a few photos and her engagement ring were kept secured in a safety box in one of the most secure banks in Switzerland. So he was apprehensive about who was digging around his past to know about her.

Akihisa blinked as he saw who sent him the gift. Queen Card? Even when he was in prison, the whispers of her skills reached him. The real life Sherlock Holmes is what they called her but if the rumors about her were true she was even more than that.

However, he wondered what she meant by a job for him, let alone a job that included Touya and Rintaro as well. The three of them were essentially a well oiled killing machine when they worked together, and that was not even counting when Akari joined them. So what on this god forsaken earth did she need 3 of the worst criminals to ever walk on Japanese soil for?

"Queen Card…..you are quite the mystery, aren't you?"

Thanks for the gift!

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #akihisa mashiro #queen card #minato division03 #happy birthday akihisa 2023

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tomatoteddy · 11 months

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Thoughts while watching Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure Episode 18:

Cure Butterfly debut let's gooo!!!!! Spoilers ahead, but thought I would chronicle my thoughts here as I'm watching it on my tablet!!

btw I just finished my exams this is the best way to celebrate it perhaps

NEW SUMMER OUTFITS!? I LOVE THEIR OUTFITS SO MUCH MAN MASHIRO AND AGEHA LOOK SO CUTE!!!!

Seeing how small these kids are reminds me of what small I used to be oh my god

"I'm not a Precure" *stares at the episode title skeptically*

Tsubasa enforcing the fact that things could get dangerous if their identities are revealed meanwhile Sky and Prism reveal themselves to an old lady to help her get to the airport (no shade tho love that episode)

Also him trying to be serious while in bird form <3

Also his little orange v-neck sweater is so cute need me one of those for the trans vibes

Also also love Ageha's bouncy and excited animation hope they hold that up for her transformation

Love that Ageha gets to stay over with them! Pretty Cure sleepover!!

Love that little dance Ageha does with the girls.

Takeru, punching your classmates for cutting in line isn't the same thing as punching sentient robot magic beings that can kill and might destroy the universe

Ageha I love you I love you I love you so much allfhkrbekhskfbn (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Tsubasa I know you want Elle to see what's happening but it's gonna be pretty obvious if you're holding a purple-nette baby above your head

BATTAMONDA NOT THE ELEPHANT WATERING CANS NOOOOOOO

Also just saying Butterfly joining the team means we'll have a new eyecatch and opening!! So excited!!

Battamonda is such a pathetic loser (/both affectionate and hostile)

Also also I can't wait for them to add her to the pose screen of the transformation

YOU LEFT THE BABY BEHIND!?!? YOU LEFT THE INTERGALATIC SKY PRINCESS WHO'S CURRENTLY BEING CHASED BY MONSTERS BEHIND!?!?!?!?!?!!

"I don't like picking on weaklings, but I will" Me when I tease my little sister

NOT THE DARK BLAST OF ENERY NOOOOOOOO

"Now you're birds in a cage-" Shut up you fucking grasshopper I could literally kill you with a shoe

He is such a sore loser you're a full grown adult (assumedly) beating up teenagers for a living

I miss Kabaton btw

I love you Ageha 🦋🩷💖

Go run girl!!!!!

Battamonda's shocked face when his Ranborg faints from a girl running around it <3

Also also I really love her ponytail (it must be annoying for me to point out every little detail but this is what happens when I hyperfixate on stuff)

True true- nursery school teachers really do have guts, especially if they willingly agree to just be around children all the time. Can't imagine it's easy, I was a bit of a rascal as a kid I would know

Takeru finding connections between Wing and Ageha just strengthens my "Tsubasa and Ageha are siblings" heart

Tsubasa enforcing the fact that things could get dangerous if their identities are revealed meanwhile Ageha transforms in front of a child

IT'S ALMOST TIME LET'S GET EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also the lesbian colours on that Sky Tone do not go unnoticed

CURE BUTTERFLY TRANSFORMATION LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My thoughts on her transformation it's like- it's so different but in a good way from the others?? It's not as fluid as Sky's or Wing's or as strangely stiff as Prism's. It's like jittery and energetic in her own unique way? Like obviously her hop step jump screens don't like pan out like Sky and Wing's, they're more like Prism's. But I feel like the absolute energeticness of the transformation makes up for it?????? Also can I just say I love all the butterfly shapes in her transformation, gives me early 2000's Barbie movies vibes.

ngl kinda dissappointed the sky in her pose scene isn't pink or purple like how wing's is orange and prism's has a rainbow, but I'll give it a pass since I'm a simple fan who just really wants Ageha content

I'm really here for Battamonda and Cure Butterfly bug rivalry 🦋🦗 fight fight fight fight

We really doing the Coral X-Shield now but with the butterfly let's gooooo!!

SHE JUST EXPLODED AN ELEPHANT WITH A KISS AKFHDOBSNHAGAKNAVOAGDNRBGIDH

Her stealing an entire building blanket (is that what they're called) while Battamonda is standing on it

SHE STRAIGHT UP NAPPY WRAPS THE ELEPHANT DKSHDKFHKDIJEN

Love that literally she gets to crush the enemy to purification 💖💖 Closest thing we'll get to her hitting someone with a bat me-thinks

My feet are going staticky right now wtf I don't wanna get up though

Yesss giiirllll go threaten the twink stick-ass bugman 💖💖

Takeru being a Cure Wing and Cure Butterfly fan just strengthens my "Tsubasa and Ageha are siblings" heart

throwback to her debut ep where she jumps onto Sora at the door + Sora somehow carrying an entire eighteen year old woman carrying a suitcase on her back (what sort of training do they do in Skyland???? I'm older than Sora by a year and I'm weak as hell!!)

YAYYYYY PRETTY CURE SLEEPOVER!!!!!!!

Also can I just say her hair looks so tasty?????? Like the yellow looks so appealing???

AGEHA AND TSUBASA GET THEIR OWN DUO ATTACK NEXT EPISODE I'M SO FUCKING EZCITED DKSJKABDOSGWBBWOZHXB

Overall, I really loved this episode!! I'm usually not one for making reviews as my thoughts usually add up to "omg magical girls!! Skehoeishaohjeidohagjajh" but they really did my girl Butterfly justice!!

#pretty cure #precure #hirogaru sky pretty cure #hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky #hirogaru sky spoilers #hijiri ageha #cure butterfly

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regallibellbright · 1 year

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Hirogaru Sky thoughts:

1) Shoutouts to the bird rider who drops Sora off but is like “I am not paid enough to stick around while the castle’s under attack, you’re on your own there lady.” That’s reasonable and we respect this.

2) Sora. She’s great. She fights even as a civilian. SHE’S BLUE. But aside from that fact, like that they made it clear even from the first episode that yeah, despite the fearless going forward stuff she is SCARED, and her notebook is clearly aspirational.

3) I also like the clear implication that her mom (or someone she looks up to at least) was the inspiration for her to be a hero per the OP, and then she’s clearly inspiring Mashiro to be heroic herself.

4) Speaking of the OP, the homage shots are a nice touch, and continue separating the team into the Sky + Prism, Wing + Butterfly duos. It definitely seems like we’ll be getting Wing and Butterfly later on, and honestly I’m cool with that it’ll be nice to have a duo for a bit. (Dare I hope for a shared transformation, or at least them sharing a bit in the opening there? Let them make a heart with their hands during the transformation, Toei. Let them hold hands. It’s been too long.)

5) I’m pretty sure we already knew Mashiro’s civilian look but seriously she just does not stop looking like a Sylveon gijinka, and I love this as a design aesthetic.

6) You know for another baby season... especially when IMO they didn’t really do anything particularly interesting with Kome-Kome’s transformations because she’d change them so quickly, cough cough... Ellee is pretty unintrusive despite spending the whole episode as a macguffin. Do appreciate that Sora straight-up does not seem to fully realize or care that this small child is a princess with magical powers. She is a hero, heroes rescue babies from being kidnapped.

7) “Oh, this is a dream. Nice to meet you dream girl!” is just cute. Surprised in a neutral way they didn’t go for the mutual crash into each other-head bonk, but I suppose that does seem more dangerous when the bonkees are all human. Not encouraging kids to headbutt each other and all that. Fair enough.

8) The transformation sequence. It’s so GOOD. The cape pull bit is particularly cool-looking, and I’m hoping that final bit with all the parts of the costume side-by-side is going to eventually be filled with each Cure the way Tropical Rouge did for the makeup calls. (Including the midseason Cure, since there are five of those.) In general too just the kinetic nature of it’s a delight. I always enjoy that.

9) And she seems to power down very quickly after the threat’s done, interesting. Wonder if it’s something about the power being exhausted or what.

10) The end sequence. Touched on it in the tags last post but that bit with them in the pages of the notebook in particular is really nice, and I’m admittedly more than a little disappointed that we change backdrops so often. It’s fun, though, the rainbow flying in from different angles at the end is nice, and seeing them in motion really does make details like Butterfly’s back bows pop a bit more.

OH ONE MORE THING I FORGOT: Kaboton’s genre-savviness is fun. I enjoy the “what kind of idiot stops because the people chasing him ask him to?” and calling Mashiro a side character... though of course, we know she’s not... and immediately deciding that yeah, if Sora’s a hero, that makes him her nemesis and so he will swear to come back and kill her even after he gets Ellee. If he leaves her around she’s a threat. In general the tone of this episode - and the fights in particular - seems a bit different from the last few seasons. They’re clearly mixing things up for the anniversary (BLUE LEAD! BOY CURE! YOUNG ADULT CURE!) so I wouldn’t be surprised if this IS a deliberate choice as well, but I admit I’ve also only seen a handful of seasons and most of them are recent, so it could easily just be me thinking this because I’ve only seen the last three in full. (Still need to finish a la Mode, I’ll get through it eventually.)

#hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #precure blogging

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 84

Hello everyone, Smite here!

I'm really sorry, I wanted to read 6 or more stories this week, but my health has been pretty bad the last couple of days and I have been quite busy. I couldn't even visit a doctor, which I should definitely do soon. I hope you're all good and healthy and taking care of yourselves.

Let's get to the fics, shall we?

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@rvp32: The Secret Life of Yooa ft. Yooa, Irene

You asked for feedback on this, so lemme give you two quick "fixes" for your otherwise very creative, fun fic:

Change the first part, you know, the one that isn't part of the fic to look different than the rest of the fic-text. I was very confused at first lmao, maybe you could change the font, make some sort of barrier, include more info about the fic (length, kinks, etc)

You tend to repeat yourself quite often in your descriptions. Try to change things up, make them engaging: What is the reader feeling? What do they smell and see? Try to use something other than "You are... You do...", mix up the beginning and the verb.

Really liked it, you got the talent!

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@maemisnippets: Be Care-full with her ft. Mashiro

BEST GIRL BEST GIRL BEST GIRL, for real she is so adorable and pretty and BEST GIRL she has to be in my life and take me to bed and heal my heart awwwww

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@sinswithpleasure: Parental Guidance ft. Taeyeon, Winter (TW)

VERY TABOO; also very hot lmao. I noticed a small mistake though: When Winter and OC get it going, he takes his shirt off---and when Taeyeon joins a minute later, she urges him to take it off? A small mistake in an otherwise great piece of SPOILER hot incest.

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@haiabd: Lottery Earnings: Anniversary Affair ft. Choerry, ???

Read this series and be surprised by what's to come. It's very hentai like in many regards (e.g. stumbling into lewd postures, oooops), but that is kinda the charm. I love it when y'all mix idols from different groups, WE NEED MORE CROSSOVER SMUTS!

See y'all next week <3

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader smut #loona smut #got the beat smut #snsd smut #aespa smut #red velvet smut #oh my girl smut #kepler fluff #girl group fluff

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lil-scout-precure · 5 months

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Junior Eurovision 2023 detailed opinions before the show. Part 2

And here am I, with the second part of my Junior Eurovision 2023 personal opinions by tier (rather than ranking, these songs are more difficult to rank than in adult Eurovision). We covered the 2 lower tiers, the ones that are not the worst songs of history (they're kids after all, and at least the songs are less disastrous than some of the worst entries in the adult edition's history) but not the best compared to the others. Now it's the turn for the third one, the wildcard (for reasons I will explain), as the last two will be joined in one (or two, if Tumblr limits the content size).

The tier-list, for reference

Tier 3: "Not winners, but I identify myself with them"

A small talk before the first song of this tier, to explain why is it a wildcard I didn't think I would bawl "It was Eurovision, not depression!" over MORE THAN ONE SONG in this year's Junior Eurovision. Sure, one thing is one depressing/tear-jerking song per year like Forever (2020) or Nezlamna (2022, and by a lot considering the lyrics and the war); but more than one is because either I got too emotional lately or these songs really tugged me in the heart, one way or another, by any mode. The only reason they are not in the lower tiers and in a personalized one as a wildcard, although still not the top favorites T-T

🇵🇹 Júlia Machado "Where I Belong"

Portugal surprised me a lot the two last years. One with Simao's "O Rapaz" and his out-of-the-box voice that would send him to adult Eurovision in a click (even if the Discord fandom says he sounds like a grandpa ._.), and then Nicolas' "Anos 70" with a Damiano David-like voice (affectionate) and the rock ballad of the rock ballads in JESC (how don't we have that kind of songs this year? ;w;). And I was hyped for Portugal's selection, expecting everything...except this.

Sure, the signals were clear when they said the song would talk about Júlia's personal experiences with bullying during her school studies in USA, but I expected it to be more of a "Stand By You"-like entry (Albania 2021). And then the song came and gave me the slap. For being a soft ballad, as someone who understands almost 50% Portuguese vía childhood comics and dubbing, the hit felt as hard as street concrete, and fricking relatable. Like wanting to hug Júlia each time I heard it.

By rumours they say the clothing for Júlia will be a key part in the live version. And I really, really hope it results good, because this song (and the next entries) deserves the best staging and to not land last.

🇪🇪 Arhanna "Hoiame Kokku"

Estonia in the Junior edition? The surprise of the year, I say. After hearing Serbia and Kazakhstan were leaving this year (both for bad results in Yerevan, one having extreme sickness bc of COLD OPENING CEREMONY OUTSIDE to the point the jury show was shown instead of live, and the other with a good studio song and feeling plastered by the live version ;w;), I was hoping for a miracle to complete the 16-entry list. And Estonia, from all countries, entered the contest, and with a contestant kid already! A good reveal! It was 100% ensured they would bring a ballad rather than another song genre (Alika's "Bridges" gave them confidence, I see). But this one got me off-guard a lot.

If I got emotional with this one was rather because of the studio videoclip streamed in YouTube (during work, and me trying to hide the emotional tears) than the lyrics themselves. But it still hit me a lot. Arhanna's vocals are such of a level I never imagined for Estonia, since I expected a lot of things being their JESC debut, and the piano touch speaks "inspired by Alika" a lot (in a good way, "Bridges" was amazing, even if Ollie's "Venom" was my first election). But the video, my lord in Christ, was the main reason I put this song in this tier. And adding that, by lyrics and all, this reminded me a lot of Sora and Mashiro's friendship (yeah, into the Hirogaru Sky Precure fandom since last months). Yeah...

Should they ruin the staging for this one, I will be totally angry. At least they would make the piano a "ghost-play" like in Alika's case, but please, please don't ruin this one with the live version!

🇵🇱 Maja Krzyżewska "I Just Need a Friend"

Another song that I underrated during its first version like Viola's "Bota Ime" from Albania. The Szanza Na Suckzes 2023 (Poland's current JESC selection) experience was something new for me, from the fact they decided to use ONE SINGLE ORIGINAL SONG to test which finalist went better (instead of one song per finalist like in previous years with Laura and Sara James, something that showed which kid had more potential better) to expecting it to be at least decent compared to the unspeakable crime TVP "sent" for Liverpool. As for the finalist kids, I agree with the fandom it should have been more of a pair given the song's meaning than just one kid, but well, TVP is TVP and we can't do anything. The song at first listening by Maja was not a big hit for me for then. I said "they either revamp it like with Laura's "To the Moon" or they will place last with Albania". And it was in the last places for a long time until the studio version came to YouTube (and then the video T-T)

For the song first. WHAT A REVAMP. I had low expectatives and yet the new version WAS SOMETHING AMAZING. It was waaaay leagues above the Szanza version, it had more strength and feeling. And Laura sounded WAY BETTER. I was unsure where to place it for the moment. Until the next day the video was streamed early in the morning...To tell you that, by the end of the clip, I called my pet Yorkie, Canela, to my bedroom and hugged her hidden in the blankets while sobbing a lot before my normal wake-up hour, I say a lot of how I felt of the video. The dog there is really a good boy/girl :,)

Knowing Poland's history of Capcut add-ons in screen (Viki's countdown, Sara's butterflies and flowers, Laura's floating moon and a clip of her and her besties in the intro, Ochman's thunders and rain, and whatever tf they tried to make in THAT song in 2023), I just expect for them to NOT SCREW this song with those things. The song is NOT FIT for it, and it will be a CRIME if they dare to do it in the live version. PLEASE. NO. EFFECTS

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And that's a wrap for this second part! Now we get to the best songs (in my opinion) for Junior Eurovision 2023! See ya! :D

#esc cause why not #random shit #junior eurovision 2023 #jesc 2023 #nicky's chatter

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midnightactual · 2 years

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The Background Game of Bleach

four things that have bothered me for a long time are:

why are Yoruichi and Tessai so deferential to Kisuke when they were arguably his superiors in the Gotei 13 by being Sōshireikan and senior and recommending Taichō, and Sōsui respectively? they were peers of Yamamoto so why are they following orders from this newbie Taichō who didn’t even get a decade of service in that role?

why are the adults of Karakura so disconnected from one another? Yoruichi, the Shōten, the Vizard, Isshin, and Ryūken do not really engage that much with each other. this is true of every group in the series (the Karakura kids, Gotei 13, Espada, and Sternritter all lack internal cohesion and the interactions of the adults broadly mimics those of the kids; we’re told they’re friends but they really don’t act like it) but why when they had every reason to band together?

why do Isshin and Ryūken seemingly not really stress to Kisuke the coming of Wandenreich given Yhwach killed their wives and why does the latter not appear to have any plans in place despite years of ample evidence that Yhwach would indeed return?

why does Kisuke more generally appear to have no interest in the Quincy unless forced to? why does Mayuri not care even the tiniest bit about the Hōgyoku?

and it’s occurred to me that there is one explanation that makes perfect sense out of all four of these things

okay so Yoruichi and Tessai represent 2/3 of the Seireitei’s equivalents of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and they wind up in possession of six Taichō (Kisuke, Shinji, Love, Rose, Kensei, Hachigen) with a seventh later joining (Isshin) and ultimately four more equivalents (Lisa, Mashiro, Hiyori, and Ryūken). do the math: that is 13 Captain-equivalents. they basically had their whole own Gotei 13 just in Karakura.

so why do Yoruichi and Tessai take the biggest backseat roles? Yoruichi has personal reasons and it seems to me that Tessai becoming Kisuke’s majordomo is a response to that but there is still the mission to consider: they know at a minimum that they have to bring down Aizen

you know what the weirdest thing about the Soul Society arc is in retrospect? it’s not an invasion. why weren’t the Vizard tagged in? they all have very personal reasons to go. why isn’t Isshin tagged in? he’s still recovering but he’s not even approached. why isn’t Ryūken tagged in? Aizen’s plan entails the destruction of his hospital, staff, patients, son, and himself and Ryūken is many things but suicidal by apathy isn’t one of them. he wasn’t asked

why? why not send in everyone with everything they’ve got? they could’ve pinned the Gotei 13 down and gotten Rukia out in an hour and maybe even have iced Aizen in the process (remember: Ryūken would be super-strong in Soul Society and for sure had never seen Kyōka Suigetsu)

it’s not realistic to say this couldn’t have happened. Yoruichi and Tessai had the seniority to talk no jutsu everyone else and they had mostly a century to do it. they could have built their own Gotei 13 in exile and even gone so far as to straight-up steal a bunch of asauchi and make their own personally-trained Shinigami too. no interest at all in that. why?

it’s because that would have confirmed Central 46′s likely story to themselves about what happened in TBTP: a coup d’etat launched by Yoruichi. why would that be a bad thing? because after Aizen was Wandenreich and a de facto Shinigami civil war would have left them all ill-prepared to fight the Quincy

what was necessary was a light and “cheap” footprint that kept as many Shinigami alive and intact as possible so as many resources and abilities would be on the table to confront Wandenreich as possible. this meant sending in a small force (the Ryoka) to get Rukia and limiting their mission parameters. and this had two really notable effects:

Shinigami casualties were ultimately kept to an absolute minimum

new powers were developed or added (Ichigo, Chad, Uryū, Orihime, and later Grimmjow, Nelliel, and Xcution) to the existing pool of combatants

really think about it! even by the end of the Aizen Saga, there are only three notable Shinigami casualties: Gin, Kaname, and Jirōbō Ikkanzaka. Aizen killed two of those three. and Aizen himself was retained as a tremendously useful military asset!

the “light and cheap” approach worked and it preserved and developed Shinigami forces sufficiently that they beat Wandenreich by the skin of their teeth despite the catastrophic error of losing the Soul King to Yhwach. they won against “unknown unknowns” through...

means

and who is the master of means and the guy who is forever associated with doing things on the cheap and cultivating talent where he sees it?

Urahara Kisuke

Kisuke’s whole ethos is using a light touch and not heavy metal, steering things and using resources as and when available. he’s got no interest in Quincy because he knows Mayuri already has that covered. (and likewise Mayuri’s got no interest in the Hōgyoku because he knows that’s already covered.) it’s specialization. he’s fantastic at it. and the thing about decentralized specialization is it means there is no central command to take out (as happened with both Central 46 and Yamamoto)

it was a light, flexible, highly survivable plan to win two wars, not just one, and it worked pretty damn well all told

so why is Yoruichi a gofer and Tessai a butler? because they knew their talents were not suited for what the mission demanded happen and that they ought to take on support roles rather than continue as high command, which they also conveniently both seem to have been very tired of and all-too-happy to relinquish

#Out Of Character #Bleach #Meta #[ arguably the most dangerous wildcard ]#[ in the whole series ]#[ was Uryū ]#[ his training wasn't overseen ]#[ he almost killed Mayuri ]#[ who would turn out to be rather important ]#[ and then he did the whole lone wolf act with Wandenreich ]#[ he routinely almost wrecked the plan ]

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