#Kon the Mod Soul

[iamumbra195]

Why do yuzu and karin have so much more scenes in the manga, holy shit I love Manga Karin XD

This girl is so funny and the manga actually adds so much more than the anime, I honestly didn’t expect that. And Midori, poor girl getting threatened every other chapter XD

there’s little short stories of midori’s summer adventures while Ichigo is in the soul society and apparently yuzu and Karin terrorize her at school and during the summer she tries to avoid them as best as she can but because Karin is running around with the Karakura superheroes she barely goes outside XD

[bestofmyideas19]

Kon

Bleach Ep 213

[cc-ichigo-kurosaki]

(cc) Ichigo: -gets emotional, even tearing up some at Rukia’s gift-

Glad no one’s here to see this, would be used against me for sure.

(cc) Kon: Well I saw it, and I’m telling everyone too!

(cc) Ichigo: You are not! I will not hear the end of it if you do!

-sticky tapes Kon’s mouth to the back of the toilet-

// inspired by this - with @rukia-kuchiki-divided

[gallusrostromegalus]

do you have some thoughts on how Grimmjows obsession with Ichigo is gonna turn out in AIEWAM later?

he is in my mental microwave again

Nobody, least of all Grimmjow, understands his obsession with Ichigo until they remember the other two souls that are almost irrationally obsessed with him.

I'm AEIWAM, Kon is a cat. Or at least, a mod soul possessing the taxidermy body of an orange tabby. But he's a lot more cat this time, as opposed to like. A random pervert.

Kon loves Ichigo. He loves how Ichigo's idea of quality time is sitting next to someone and doing an activity together and not talking. He loves how he can always bully his way into Ichigo's lap, or giving him A Little Cheese Treat. He's devoted to Ichigo. He'd die for him. He'd kill for Ichigo. He may have already done so, but don't tell him that.

Yoruichi also adores Ichigo. Something about his vibe feels like a natural bond. He's just pleasant to be around. Training Ichigo leaves Yoruichi with a sense of peace and fulfillment like nothing else. She'd kill for nearly anyone, but Ichigo? She'd live through the horrors for him.

Orihime is the first to realize it, when she's prisoner in Las Noches. Something about Grimmjow's mannerisms is strangely familiar... Then she hears the name of his resurrection and everything falls into place.

Ichigo is a Cat Person.

Of course Grimmjow is obsessed with him! Cats are naturally drawn to people they share a vibe with, and Ichigo has been attracting random strays to him for as long as she's known him. Orihime herself is technically one of them

Grimmjow is just a really big stupid cat, so naturally his attraction to Ichigo is also huge and stupid.

She uses this realization to her advantage immediately.

"Kon." She addresses the friend she managed to smuggle in with her. "I need you to keep Grimmjow distracted. Kind of indefinitely."

"Grimmjow? Tall, blunette and psychotic? That Grimmjow? I'd die for you but that's just stupid." Kon protests.

"Don't worry, you're uniquely suited for dealing with him!" She cheers. "The name of his resurrection is "Pantera"! He's just another Tom for you to put in place and you've been doing that since before he even had thumbs."

Kon blinks, the pieces suddenly falling into place.

"You're RIGHT!" He grins, claws flexing in anticipation. "I don't even need to be physically present to drive him to madness and break him! In fact, it most effective if he never sees me at all! Ohhh- this is gonna be fun..."

"You've got a plan then?" She asks.

"Yeah! Hand me that glass of water, I'm gonna start by pissing all over his stuff!"

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rody soul || SECONDARY

tokoyami fumikage || PRIMARY

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BLEACH

kon || PRIMARY

keigo asano || PRIMARY

ikakku madarame || SECONDARY

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wrath 03 || TESTING

winry rockbell || TESTING

LAND BEFORE TIME

littlefoot || PRIMARY

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donnie || PRIMARY

mikey || SECONDARY

HELLUVA BOSS

moxxie || SECONDARY

NON-AFFILIATED OCS

sol || PRIMARY

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) - Extra 2

“Kurosaki-san!”

You were waving happily and he walked over, hands in his pockets.

You seem to make more trips to Karakura. So it’s not surprising when Kisuke informed him that you were dropping by.

“If you need a place, you can always stay here (Y/N)-san~”

Ichigo delivered a kick to the former reaper's face, an imprint now present as he dropped to the ground.

“Quit being a creep.”

You were about to check on Kisuke, but Ichigo just pulled you away. You’re not that surprised at Ichigo’s behavior.

“You should be nicer to him Kurosaki-san.”

“You need to be better at spotting people’s intentions!”

He looked annoyed and you just tilted your head to the right, a lost expression planted on your face.

“She’s worse than me!”

He was used to people saying he was oblivious, but it’s clear that you have taken the cake in that department.

“Forget about it.”

So you just nod, following him down the street. Rukia asked you to keep an eye out for any rise in hollow activity and you were happy to assist. You liked coming to the World of the Living and you enjoyed being around Ichigo even more.

“Kurosaki-san…”

Your mind trailed off as you cast your gaze in his direction. That usual frown is planted, eyes ahead. Something you’ve come to realize is that it isn’t just his reiatsu that’s strong, but it’s just about everything. He carries himself with a sense of confidence and it’s done with such ease. You know since he was young he’s probably had to shoulder a lot. Having his abilities could not have been easy. Yet time after time, he’s fought. Each battle he’s managed to come out on top, change perspectives, turn enemies into allies. It’s so weird remembering how it all started.

In the beginning he was nothing more than a Ryoka that the soul society wanted to exterminate. Now he’s one of the most trusted reapers in the Gotei 13.

He’s so effortlessly amazing, you can’t help but internally gush. Maybe that’s why Rukia’s previous words are still lingering in your head.

“What about Ichigo?”

“Everything is fine with Ichigo. We’re friends now!”

Her brows knitted.

“Friends?”

“Hai, is something wrong?”

She just shook her head.

“It’s nothing, you just seemed closer than simply friends. Pay no mind to it, it might just be my imagination.”

It seemed so minor, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about it. There was a part of you that started to wonder as well. Because that day when he tried to cut ties with you, it hurt, more than you would have expected. You kept thinking about how painful it would be if you both went back to being mere strangers.

Maybe it’s instinct on your part, but you reach for him and Ichigo stops when he feels the tug at the back of his shirt. His eyes move to your form and when you look up at him, the vulnerability you show has him a bit flushed. Your eyes seem to hold a plea, one you desperately want to convey, and he swallows, unsure of where this conversation will go. Every encounter with you seems to leave him a bit flustered. It’s hard to predict what you’ll do next.

“Kurosaki-san I-”

The distinctive cry of a hollow pulls you out of the daze and his gaze hardens. He turns back to you and you nod. You both slide the pill out of your pockets, swallowing as your bodies eject. Kon is quick with a salute and you instruct your mod soul to follow Kon back to safety. You take off with Ichigo, ready to face the danger.

The hollow isn’t that far.

A few jumps and you can see it on the top of a building.

“Looks like this one is mine.”

He moves a bit quicker and you flinch.

“N-No fair!!”

You chase behind him in protest.

Safe to say the hollow didn’t stand a chance. It didn’t even take ten minutes. The both of you were done in ample time.

Now standing in the empty sky, you couldn’t help but admire the view from above. You’re used to traveling from such heights, so it’s not a new sight. You’ve been to the town a handful of times, but each visit you seem to discover something beautiful. Your pause draws Ichigo’s attention and he looks over, admiring the way the wind blows as you look on, almost in awe of everything.

His gaze softens, now doing his own little admirations. He’d like to say that it’s easy being this close to you, but it’s a bit hard when he’s come to realize his own feelings. A huge part of it had to do with his reaction to your actions when he thought they were built on guilt.

Now that you’re both at more even footing, it feels selfish to push for more. But in a way, he feels like he’s entitled. He’s always been good at putting the needs of everyone before himself. He couldn’t help it, it was just normal, natural. He’d happily endure pain if it meant someone else was spared.

Yet this time, he didn’t want to endure, he wanted to indulge. But as it stood, that might not be possible. Turning his gaze, he exhaled.

“We should head back.”

You lift your head, nodding.

“Hai.”

Just like that, you’re both back at his apartment, relaxing. This is the first time you’ve been in his room, so he expects curiosity. You marvel at everything.

“This lamp is extraordinary!!”

You’re referring to the lava lamp and he holds in a laugh. Sometimes he forgets that you’re not used to the technology in this world. He was about to take a seat and let you discover whatever else you found interesting when he seemed to recall something.

“Hey, what were you trying to tell me earlier?”

You turn, a bit puzzled.

“Earlier?”

It takes a moment, but when you do, your face is red. His brows furrowed in interest as he moved closer.

“What is it?”

You start fiddling with your hands and he’s even more confused, but the redder your cheeks get, the more the situation seems to connect in his mind. You’re stammering and his eyes drop to your lips for a second. It might just be wishful thinking on his part, but he prays that the words you’re about to release are the ones he’s been trying to work himself up to saying.

“K-Kurosaki-san I-”

“Ichigo.”

The correction makes you look up, and he takes a step. His apartment feels so quiet now, you can almost hear the pounding of your heart, standing in his room. He takes a step and your breath hitches when he reaches for you. With his hand on your cheek, that dazed expression returns to your eyes and he smiles. It’s rare, and it catches you completely off guard.

“Call me Ichigo.”

That’s all you hear before he leans in and kisses you. His lips are soft, and your eyes close as you grip at his sleeve. You hadn’t even got a chance to present your own confession. The initial kiss is merely a brushing of lips. After a breath he pulls back. Your eyes are still closed and he takes in the redness of your cheeks.

“Kuro-”

Your lips are claimed again and you’re a bit startled when you stumble back. His hold is firm and your legs tremble when he deepens the kiss. Your fists clench into his shirt a bit tighter and the soft sounds you’re releasing seem to encourage him, because he’s not slowing down.

Your legs finally give way when you can no longer support yourself and you both tumble unto his bed. He pulls back, and you’re panting, desperately trying to catch your breath. When he takes in your state, his eyes darken. Your lips are parted, each breath seems like evidence of his devastating kiss. Your eyes portray want, as well as adoration and your blush is so easy to make out.

“Ichigo..”

It seems you’ve finally decided to use his name. He smiles, leaning back in for more. 

[jplupine]

Day 19: Noba ~ Clothed

Pairing: Noba x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.4k Date Published: October 19, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Sub!Noba, Exophilia, Small Dom/Big Sub, Light Blood/Injury, Teasing, Clothed Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cock Riding, Hair Pulling, Praise, Vaginal Fingering, Biting, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Wynter also uses terms like 'naughty boy', 'dirty boy', and 'good boy' to refer to Noba. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter just can't keep their hands to themself with how cute Noba is.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

  Digging through a box of mixed candy, I plucked up the same types of candies to sort them into the smaller boxes on the shelf. The shop was quiet with the lack of customers, and Tessai was dusting and cleaning up the front counter. I had picked up a few shifts at Urahara's shop instead of paying for something Jinta had busted and blamed on me.

  The hardest thing about working here was dealing with Urahara and his antics since there were hardly ever any customers.

  Picking up some more candy, I dropped them into the appropriate boxes on the shelf. Ururu's little doodles on the labels made them look nicer rather than having plain, white price tags. Tessai set down the duster and went into the next room after hearing his name being called.

  Feeling something brush against my ankle, I glanced down to see a little stuffed turtle with a bowtie. His small hand was on my ankle, and I gave a gentle smile.

  "Hi, Noba. Do you need something?" I asked, and he held up a sticky note. Bending over to take it, I saw it was a message from Urahara. Reading it, my expression turned irritated. "Why am I not surprised Kon got torn up again? He can fix himself this time."

  "....I can do it for you. If you want me to, that is." Noba spoke up, and I sighed softly.

  "Thank you. He's such a pain to deal with." I crouched while facing him and set the box down. "I can get the sewing kit down for you. I say use the glitter thread. Maybe then Kon will stop getting himself torn up." Pointing while looking at Noba, he didn't respond.

  The little turtle seemed to just be staring at me. Quirking up a brow, I tilted my head. He was usually quiet but not like this.

  "Noba?" I had a questioning tone, and his face turned bright red. It wasn't uncommon to see even if it had surprised me the first time since he was in a stuffed animal body, but I couldn't see why he would be blushing this time around.

  And then it hit me when I followed his line of sight.

  Noba was small enough that me crouching gave him an unobstructed view of my underwear since I was wearing a skirt. Pushing down the fabric of my skirt, I could feel my ears getting warm.

  "I'm so sorry!" I quickly said, and Noba bolted, running away as fast as his little feet could carry him. Heavily sighing, I ran a hand through my hair.

  I could only hope this wouldn't make things too awkward around Noba. He was known to be so shy and timid outside of a fight.

  Resting the box of Mod Soul dispensers on my hip, I managed to open the door only to freeze when I saw Noba sitting at the small table on the other side. He also tensed while looking at me and was in his gigai now. Kon's limp body and a needle were in his hands while a Gikongan lay on the table.

  Clearing my throat, I stepped into the room to set the box on the table.

  "Let me guess. Kon gave you too much trouble, so you took him out." I stated while looking at the Gikongan. Noba averted his gaze as his cheeks reddened behind his unzipped mask.

  "....Mm." He nodded, and I opened the box of Mod Soul dispensers. Sitting down across from him, I pulled out some of the dispensers to inspect them. Noba pushed the needle through the fabric of the plush lion before pulling the thread taut.

  The room went utterly silent as I made sure none of the dispensers had been damaged in transport. Glancing over at Noba, he was still carefully sewing up the tears in Kon's body. He pushed some stuffing back into the lion and added some more since Kon had lost some during whatever accident he'd been in.

  Watching him for a bit, I then dropped my gaze back to the dispensers. Swallowing, I checked a few more before speaking again.

  "About earlier....I really am sorry. I didn't realize you would've-" I was cut off by a bang when Noba slammed Kon's body onto the table. What was visible of his face was entirely red, and his eyes were wide. However, in his panic, he'd pricked his thumb with the needle. "Noba!" I quickly got up and went around the table.

  He was bleeding, and I quickly looked around for something to help.

  "Man, I didn't think Urahara would make your Gigai this realistic." I dug through the sewing kit, but no band-aids or gauze were stashed away in there either.

  "I-It's fine." Noba muttered.

  "No, it's not. It looks like you got yourself pretty deep." I replied while taking his hand in mine. "Look, it's even still bleeding. Shit." I hissed. There weren't even any napkins around or extra cloth. "Bear with me here." I sighed before bringing his hand toward my face.

  Noba's eyes widened as my mouth opened, and I closed my lips around his bleeding thumb. Even his blood tasted real as it coated my tongue. Noba looked utterly shocked and leaned away while blushing profusely.

  "W-W-W-W-" He began to stutter and jolted with a sharp breath when my tongue ran over the pad of his thumb. Watching Noba, I could feel something stir within. On an impulse, I went slower just to tease him.

  His eyes were glued to my lips as his thumb slowly slid out of my mouth. Noba was practically frozen in place and still staring. The poor man hadn't blinked in some time either, and I scoffed with amusement.

  "Noba...." I purred his name while looking at his widening pupils. He still didn't move, and his face somehow went even redder. Glancing at his thumb, I saw the bleeding had finally stopped. However, my gaze drifted even lower to see he'd gained an erection that couldn't be explained away as a rumple in his clothes.

  My eyebrows slightly rose as I looked at it. For him to gain an erection meant Urahara had given Noba's Gigai a penis, right? Did that mean he was anatomically correct under his layers of clothes?

  "Is there something you'd like to tell me, Noba?" I questioned while leaning in closer to him. While still holding his hand, I placed my other hand on the floor beside his hip. Noba leaned back on a reflex, having to put his free hand on the ground behind himself to keep from falling.

  He finally blinked again, rapidly, and realized the position we were in with his long legs on either side of me. Noba spotted his own erection and looked even more embarrassed.

  He snatched his hand away from me to zip up his mask. Noba said nothing nor did he move away, leaving us in the same position in silence. He even held his zipper in place to keep it closed.

  "Fine. Be that way. Just know that I'll only stop if you tell me to." I stated before placing my hand on his knee. My palm traveled up his inner thigh, and I heard him take in a shaky breath as the tent in his pants twitched.

  As he remained still, my curiosity grew. Leaning forward, my nose brushed against his through the mask. I kissed him with only the thin fabric between our lips.

  Squeezing his inner thigh, he jolted while making a sound quite similar to a soft whimper. Tilting my head down, I watched my own hand travel closer to his erection. All the while, Noba said nothing and stayed put.

  "You've been wanting this, haven't you? Naughty boy." I cooed before my hand finally reached the apex of his thighs. Touching him, I could feel the warmth of his hard dick beneath my palm. Noba whimpered as his thighs clenched.

  Slowly moving my fingers lower, I could feel the shape of two testicles as well. I could feel myself becoming more excited- Had Urahara really given Noba's Gigai functioning sex organs? He could clearly get hard, but could he cum, too?

  "Noba, have you ever cum in this body before?" I asked as my fingers traced over where the head of his cock was. He whimpered softly rather than answer. "Hm?" I looked up at him again and saw him hesitantly shake his head. "Are you lying to me?" Noba froze again, and a smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth. "You've touched yourself before, haven't you?"

  His grip on his mask's zipper tightened until his knuckles turned white. My fingertips brushed along his length as he twitched.

  "Did you do it while thinking about me?" I cocked my head to the side while still smiling. Noba's breath shook, and he turned away from me. I kissed his cheek and ran my hand up his stomach. He twitched from my touch, and I could feel his heart pounding when my hand reached his chest.

  He leaned back more, now having both hands on the floor to hold himself up. I heard him swallow as I looked at my hand over his heart.

  "You must want me to keep touching you, huh?" I paused while licking my lips. "Or should I stop?" Pulling my hand away, I slowly leaned back. Noba's face turned back in my direction. "What do you want, Noba?"

  He was quiet, but I was determined to get him to say something. I sighed and pulled away more.

  "Maybe you're just too shy to tell me to stop. If that's the case, I'm sorry for touching you." His hand shot out to grab my wrist. I raised a brow and waited.

  "W-Wynter...."

  "What?"

  "....P-Please...." He hesitantly brought my hand closer to his chest.

  "Please, what?" I grinned and watched him struggle to say what he wanted. He placed my hand on his chest to silently get across what he wanted, but I craved more. "Tell me. What do you want, Noba?"

  "T....Touch me....please." His voice was barely over a whisper, and I placed my hands on his shoulders.

  "As you wish." I lifted one knee to get my leg over his, and then the other while using his shoulders to maintain balance. He took in a sharp breath when I sat on his lap. Feeling his dick pressing against me set my body on fire with desire.

  Grabbing the zipper on his mask, he tensed as I pulled it open. What was visible of his face was flushed red, and his beautiful green eyes looked up at me. His pupils were wide with lust, but he didn't seem to have the courage to keep looking at me as he squeezed his eyes shut and turned away.

  Gently grabbing his chin, I made him face me again before hooking my finger in the opening of his mask. Pulling it down, his eyes were covered while the bottom half of his face was exposed. His blush had spread so far that even his lips were darker from the rush of blood to his face.

  Bringing my face closer to his, I slowly eased into a kiss. His lips were soft, and I rolled my hips. Noba grunted, and the sound went straight to my core. My hand dropped to the zipper of his suit to slowly pull it down.

  Noba tensed but didn't stop me as he drowned in the kiss. When I reached the end of the zipper, I pulled away and looked down. His shirt underneath his suit was nearly skin-tight, showing his lean muscles that had been obscured by his suit. Pulling his shirt up just a few inches, I saw a trail of red hair.

  Biting my bottom lip, I hooked my fingers behind the suit's zipper to pull it down a little further to expose the waistband of his underwear. Noba's breathing had quickened, and I moved his underwear out of the way to release his cock.

  Now that I could see it, I could, without a doubt, confirm Noba's Gigai was fully equipped with a dick and balls. And a pretty one at that.

  With him leaning back and his hands on the floor, his cock was resting against his stomach as clear fluid beaded at the tip. Lifting my skirt, I pressed my body against his, grinding my hips to feel him through my underwear.

  Noba's head fell back with a stifled moan. His mouth hung open with his heavy breathing, and I hummed.

  "Should I keep going?" He nodded but said nothing. "Then say it."

  "....Please....k-keep going."

  "Does it feel that good?"

  "Y-Yes."

  "And now?" I purred after moving my panties to the side, and his cock slipped right between my lips from how wet I was. The sound he made was a cross between a whimper and a moan as he covered his mouth with one hand. "You're so cute, Noba.~"

  I was so eager and battling myself between teasing him more and just fucking him.

  "I'm curious.... Did this cross your mind after seeing up my skirt earlier?" I questioned, and Noba made a noise at the back of his throat. "Come on, tell me." He then slowly nodded after hesitating. "Did you touch yourself, too?" I smirked, and he whined. "Dirty boy."

  Circling my fingers around the head of his cock, I began to give shallow strokes that made his hips buck beneath me. Noba really brought out my dominant side. Like prey that made me eager to sink my teeth into him. The sounds he made, from the whimpers to the groans, from barely being touched.... It was delightful.

  I wanted to ruin him. Leave him an utter mess. Wring more of those sounds out of him and watch his blush spread.

  I couldn't take it anymore and lifted my hips. Noba whined through clenched teeth from my absence. Yanking his mask back, his face was fully exposed along with his wild, red hair. Pushing his head down with my fingers tangled in his hair, I made him watch as I sank down on his cock.

  He moaned, and my grip in his hair tightened. He filled me to the brim with ease. Noba's ears and even the back of his neck were red like his face.

  "Put your hands on my hips." I ordered, and Noba did as he was told. He watched with such a hungry gaze as I bounced on his cock and quickly forgot how his mask had been taken off. With my skirt flipped up, he could see nearly everything and didn't look away.

  He may be a shy soul, but he still had desires.

  "Noba." I panted, and he finally turned his gaze upward. He looked dazed and lost with wide pupils. "Do you want more?" His grip on my hips tightened as he processed my words.

  "More. More." He pulled me closer while speaking with such a needy tone. Burying my fingers in his hair, I held his head before hungrily kissing him. Noba moaned into my mouth, and my tongue slid past his lips.

  His hands squeezed my hips before creeping up my back and clinging to my shirt. Despite barely talking, he was so vocal as he moaned and clung to me. It drove me further, riding his cock faster and harder to chase that high.

  Even I lost track of everything else as if it were only he and I in the world. We had to part from the kiss to breathe, and my forehead rested against his as I panted. If I had known sooner this was what he wanted, I likely would've invited him over for dinner and done this in the comfort of my home with my nice bed beneath him. However, I clearly couldn't pass up the opportunity that had been presented with everyone having gone out and the shop temporarily closed.

  How could I possibly see Noba blushing and hard and continue about my day as if I hadn't?

  "You're doing so good." My voice was breathy before I moaned. "Fuck, even just listening to you is driving me up a damn wall!" I draped my arms over his shoulders and buried my face in his neck. "I-I'm getting close. Fuck!" I moaned again while balling my hands into fists as I grabbed the back of his suit. Noba's warm breath rolled over my neck as he panted, and he grunted when his hips bucked.

  "I-I-I can't! I-It's too much! Too much!" Noba's whimpers were muffled when he shoved his face into my shoulder. Before I could even comprehend what he meant, he was groaning as his cock twitched inside me.

  He was cumming.

  His body relaxed when the last drop spilled inside me. Without moving, I took in a deep breath.

  "Fingers or tongue?" I asked, and Noba didn't answer. "Fingers or tongue?"

  "F-Fingers." Cum spilled out as I lifted my hips and his softening cock slipped out. Grabbing his arm, I guided his hand between my thighs and got him to shove two fingers inside.

  "Tilt your palm- Right there. Fuck, yes!" I panted while now riding his fingers as his palm added friction to my clit. "You did so good for me." Kissing his neck, I heard his breath falter. "Now be a good boy and help me cum, okay?" Noba furiously nodded and whimpered when I bit the side of his neck.

  Licking the bite as I groaned, I felt the knot in my gut coiling tighter and tighter. Closing my eyes, I felt my thighs shaking as I continued to rise and fall on his fingers. Cum and slick were no doubt staining the front of Noba's suit by now, but that was a problem to be dealt with later.

  Humming as I bit my bottom lip, I leaned on Noba more. He suddenly curled his fingers, making my hips buck.

  "Do that again." One of my hands slid up the back of his neck before my fingers were in his hair. He did as told, pressing right against a spot that made me moan even louder. Noba kept going as my body shivered and my thighs clenched.

  When my orgasm finally hit, I cried out. I was cumming around his fingers and rode it out while clinging to him. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I then kissed his cheek and sat up.

  "....Would you like to do this again?" I muttered, and Noba glanced down at his wet hand.

  "Yes." His answer made me smile and peck him on the lips.

  "Good. But we should get cleaned up before the others come back." My statement only embarrassed him further, and when I got up, I saw how wet the front of his suit had gotten from all the bodily fluids. Noba quickly pulled his mask back on to hide his shame and excitement.

  Getting cleaned up and our clothes back in order, I then put away the Gikongan dispensers to be finished up tomorrow. Noba tied off the thread on Kon's body and trimmed it before placing Kon's pill back inside the stuffed lion.

  Kon shot up while gasping for air dramatically and didn't even wait a second before yelling.

  "How long was I out?! What did you do to me, fiend!" Kon quickly stood up and looked over his body to see he'd actually been fixed.

  "Hey, Noba?" I spoke up from the doorway, and both Noba and Kon looked at me. "Can you walk me home? My shift is over, and it's dark out."

  "I can walk you home!" Kon perked up and raised an arm. "You can even hold me if you get scared-" His plush body squeaked when Noba shoved him off the table. I quirked up a brow but said nothing as I watched Noba cross the room and come my way.

  "Thank you." I smiled while taking his hand in mine. He blushed before zipping up his mask, but he didn't let go of my hand. I think he already knew what I had in mind once we reached my house.

  And, if I was lucky, I could coax him out of his shell and get to see him completely naked by the end of the night.

[littleeyesofpallas]

time for some patently crackpot Bleach theory/headcanon:

There is this whole weird little loose end in Bleach with artificial souls... Urahara and Mayuri both are capable of constructing sentient lifeforms in the case of Nemu and Ururu (and Jinta i think?) and Nemu specifically has her own unique zanpakutou and, you know, counts as a shinigami. And then there's the mass produced candydispenser artificial souls, who seem more emotionally absent, and the mod souls like Kon who appear to be more self aware. Given the vaguely alluded to rules of balance, it would appear that artificial souls do not count toward the balance of souls between the realms of the living and dead.

Tangential to this are some weird things like BG9, who apparently has not physiological life signatures like breath or heartbeat, and Gremmy who's only a brain and maintains his false body via his Visionary power, yet both must have some form of blood flow and soul in order to be Quincys. There's also the weird Quincy statues that seem more magically mechanical than "living," and similarly Senjumaru's cloth ninjas that were shown in combat to not bleed or appear to possess any internal organs.

There's also offshoot spirits/lifeforms like Starrk and Lilynette, Szayelaporro Illfordt and Cienz, the Picaro, YHWACH/Mimihagi's weird little eyeball babies, Szayelaporro's weird Resurrecction monsters(?), Dondochakka's parasite/pet worm, and Ruddborne's Exequias offshoots, Shrieker's acid spitters, and even Yukio's PSP constructs, all of which possess various levels of autonomy and seemingly fully formed independent mimic of life, yet must categorically not constitute a creation of "real" life, as that accomplishment would otherwise have been of greater note. And distinctly they don't seem to provoke some kind of spiritual imbalance, so while they create any of a number of different types of distinct lifeforms, they don't seem to create additional "souls." i.e. 1 soul may be split into multiple pieces, but it does not become 2 souls.

Exception maybe being the limbs of the Soul King, as it is fairly notable in terms of power and uniqueness that they can exist as they do. Or Zaraki's manifesting of Yachiru, which seems unprecedented.

Then there's some stuff about the creation of souls but not from nothing, instead from existing souls...

On the one hand the most obvious case is of the Menos Grande themselves, in their 3 life stages, as well as the informally named "Super Chunky from Hell" that are all apparently colony lifeforms, made up for the consumption and amalgamation of many smaller individual souls. It is never really made clear what this accounts for in terms of spirit world balance... Does a menos count as hundreds of individual souls in terms of its spiritual "weight" thus accumulating weight on one side of the scale? Or does it actually count as 1 soul, no matter how many others go into it, effectively causing an imbalance but in the opposite direction? And in either case, what does this really mean for the Quincy who theoretically hunt them with their soul destruction techniques?

But then there's the asauchi, which very sloppily and without much clarity are said to be constructed from a dense amalgamation of shinigami souls --and subsequently White is made in a similar method, and while certainly a kind of unprecedented anomaly, doesn't register as a menos? which again brings into question how many souls it counts as. But this again brings into question, does a zanpkutou then count as A (singular) Shinigami Soul? Many? or none? The commonly seen zanpakutou that exists only as swords materially and else within a shinigami's inner realm are one thing(and we know already that they do manifest naturally even without an asauichi because of Hitsugaya's origin, TYBW horseshit about asauchi be damned) but what about Nimaiya's harem or the Sword Five who get to exist in a humanoid body??

Then there is the issue of other things we know are made from a collection of many powerful souls, like the Ouken, both Aizen's initially proposed goal centered on wiping out the entire population of Karakura town, and the implicit multiple towns that must have previously been harvested to have made the royalguard's individual keys, stupid "our keys are bones/out bones are keys" explanation or not.

And curiously YHWACH's ability to aggregate other people's souls unto himself in a weird manipulation of gestalt identity, making himself part of them, and thus them part of him in the end, seems to also suggest that he, like a vastolorde or an asauchi is just a superdense collection of stronger spirits sublimated under a single identity.

If we dip into the LN there's also Tsunayashiro's little silkworm boy who is supposed to be an artificial life form as well as a god-like hybrid being, just like Ichigo and Aizen, and implicitly like YHWACH, considering that the Soul King's limbs seem to be capable of blurring the line between divisions of souls. The reverse if taken also seems to imply that the Soul King is the Soul King because he is composed of all forms of Souls.

But backing up a bit then, are the Vastolorde just wild naturally formed zanpakutou walking around having self imprinted? Is their consolidation of many souls toward one dense consensus just an alternate path to the same self actualization shinigami have to undergo to achieve bankai?

[huh i guess i drafted something like this twice in quick succession.... odd that i don't remember doing this one. plus it has less fun images to go with it... dont mind me, just throwing these weird scrapped drafts around like tossing bread crumbs at ducks in the park....(1)(2)]

[turnbackthependulum]

Kon, telling a sob story about Mod Souls: They don't make them like me no more. Kon: *sniffles* I'm the last of my kind. Ichigo: Thank god.

[rayereil]

Kon! I vaguely remembered he had a backstory and dang! It’s actually pretty good! And he will almost immediately be exiled to Comic Relief Island despite the characterization he got in these chapters…

I also miss Kubo’s gag humor, which decreases as the series goes on. Maybe he thought the story was more whimsical at first, but as it became more serious less whimsy was needed? It’s not gone, but we don’t get gems like this:

And here’s the main man himself!

This scene just gets me. “Early to bed, early to rise”. Just perfect.

Also, Orihime is back! I was hoping she’d show up again soon. She’s so cute. Plus, a huge shoutout to the Tatsuhime in this arc. They’re such a cute ship.

Also. That’s not how weight works Kubo.

In all seriousness, if I could get Kubo to listen to me on one thing, it’d be not increasing Orihime’s bust size in FB, TYBW, and the epilogue.

We get it Kubo. She’s busty. And this isn’t a criticism at Orihime’s character. She’s clearly more than her physical appearance. This is a criticism of Kubo’s design choice. Orihime is already busty, and Kubo increases that. For what purpose? We all know why in our heart of hearts.

Also - a quick note. Orihime’s friends are in this chapter, Chizuru and Others. I dislike Chizuru’s portrayal. She’s “perverted” for comedy purposes which I dislike as a trope. Kon falls into this category too. So suffice it to say anytime there’s comedy about a woman being bothered/groped, know I’m sighing and rolling my eyes. As this is by far not the last time this trope will impact Orihime, I’ll save my lengthy thoughts for another day.

Moving on…

Orihime says she “smells Ichigo” which is supposed to be funny (I’m with Tatsuki on this one: Girl, what?) and Kon appears to flirt with her (Tatsuki looks ready to murder. No one touches her girlfriend!).

Importantly Orihime is the only one who noticed Kon isn’t Ichigo. Though I’m more surprised the others didn’t notice. Do they really think Ichigo leapt up to the third floor window? Does Tatsuki really think Ichigo hardcore flirted with her and Orihime?

I think this shows Orihime is smarter than one might give her credit for. Yes she’s hopelessly in love with Ichigo, but she’s not stupid.

Also, here’s Ichigo freaking out about kissing girls. And while Ichigo says it’s embarrassing, the paneling doesn’t make it seem like flustered-embarrassment, more like mortified-embarrassment. Look. Here’s my thesis. Kubo is 100 percent not writing Ichigo to be gay/bi but he accidentally made Ichigo into a gay/bi icon by refusing to show him engage with women. He blushes at women, sure, but does he connect with them, really? Or are most of his emotional connections with men? I’ll have plenty of time to prove my thesis. And there’s so much evidence (I’m only half kidding). He also has a lot of Ace coding… look. I’m going to make all of these characters LGBT+ and no one can stop me.

Also, Ichigo freaking out over his image being ruined! I like Rukia being confused. Even though she’s growing fonder of Ichigo, she hasn’t quite realized his tough guy act is a facade (don’t worry, Rukia, MITR is next…)

But seriously… Kon! His backstory is so interesting! His character fits in well with the early themes Kubo is establishing! Will we ever learn more about Kon (no). Will we ever learn more about Kon’s past (no). So much potential… But he’s relegated to comic relief instead. I have to guess Kubo meant for that to happen give how quickly Kon becomes a gag, but I wonder if he ever meant to pick up mod-souls again. We have a brief mention of them in TYBW, and that’s it to my memory. Maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised.

I mean… we could’ve had more of this:

Very cool!

Well, onwards to MITR.

Wait… is MITR really this early? It’s before Don Kanoji? Really? And when do I get to see my beloved Uryu? Not until after that??? More happens in the Substitute Shinigami Arc than I realized (I’m coming for ya, Uryu! Soon enough!).

[johannepetereric]

Ok, I need a new OC, this one being green-haired, and I jumped around the Internet, google wtf Jojo’s Bizzare Adventures actually is about, what each season is, was dissatisfied, then googled “green-haired anime protagonists,” found the infamous Jolyne (I’ve seen the MTF Jolyne headcanons, I need that box filled, this is a good start) is the actually the protagonist of the latest installment, not a side character of a few seasons ago, and turns out this series has vampires and cults and blah blahs that I do not fit in my AU, and ig this’ll be my first time adding the “Alternate Universe-Still Has Powers” tag. If I do add Jojo’s Bizarre to my Alones AU. And this’ll be my first Mod Soul OC who possesses a canon character (other than the canon character Kon, who already exists as part of the Bleach universe, and who I’m gonna hit with the OOC shtick that is erasing fucked-up behavior from a canon character). And, since this is a canon thing, I have to figure out when in the story the OC comes in.

Which time is better for the consumption on the magic pill? Before or after her imprisonment?

[iamumbra195]

holy shit XD “Waiting for a cat to get run over” they’re so wild 

[yahoo201027]

December 30: Happy Birthday to the Underpod Mod Soul created by the Scientific Department in Project Spearhead and used as a fill-in for Ichigo’s real world body, stuffed in a stuffed doll, the Bleach character of Kon.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi, if the asks for AEIWAM are still open, can you share some more regarding the 12th division transitioning to taking over R&D, thanks to Urahara? Did the other divisions take it well, were there fights over boundaries/responsibilities/secrets? Individual divisions holding onto research directly relating to their remits? And how did Mayuri taking over from Urahara impact relations with other divisions?

Urahara proposing a dedicated research and development branch was not a particularly unexpected move, and a wildly applauded one.

His predecessor, now-Royal-Guard Hikifune, had done extensive research and development on her own when she developed both the modern Gikon and the Mod Souls like Kon. The 4th was massively overworked but still doing their own medical research. The Kido corps had been doing their own R&D writ: spells for ages. The 7th division had been tracking death and soul statistics like where souls reincarnated in the Rukongai and who went to hell and why for centuries. "Science" is a very strong word for what the 11th was doing re: destruction, but by golly they were doing a lot of it.

So Urahara's idea to develop a cross-division group dedicated to connecting existing research and developing new lines of inquiry from there was an extremely logical step and one pretty much everyone regarded as a good move.

---

Everyone, except Aizen.

See, Aizen had been doing his own little experiments with creating and perfecting the Hogyoku and those experiments involved a shitload of murder and other crimes, not to mention the whole treason thing, and Aizen was worried that if Kisuke managed to say, actually collate and look over the Rukongai crime stats Aizen had been hiding or read up on the Kido corps work, he might be JUST smart enough to figure out what Aizen was up to.

So Aizen made sure that when they got caught, that the experiments he'd been running would look like Kisuke's work :)

I think Aizen also had a significant hand in making sure it was the literal clown Mayuri who got the job after Urahara fled. There were definitely better candidates to become the Gotei-13's quartermain, but I think Aizen either discouraged them, or figured out how to make Mayuri look way more sane than he actually was to the other captains when the vote came.

Mayuri was a disaster for R&D. Not only were his scientific methods dubious at best, none one the other divisions trusted him with their work, and all of them became a lot more secretive and paranoid.

The 4th resumed it's own medical research, which was slow because of all the other work the 4th needed to do as well. The 7th kept its statistics under lock and key lest Mayuri get funny ideas about killing people to measure things faster. This new cloaked way of doing business allowed Mayuri to engage in horrors that actively got in the way of progress. Like recruiting the top 10% of the academy's graduating class for his division and then using them as guinea pigs and/or explosives.

Aizen: All According to Keikaku :)

---

In AEIWAM, not all hope was lost.

Before he was a shinigami, Kaname Tousen was a Librarian.

It was all he ever really wanted to be- when he came to the seireitei it was entirely to investigate his sister's death. He had no intention of enrolling in the academy, or pursuing rank.

Aizen has a way of derailing people's lives.

By force, when necessary.

By pounding 44 magical nails into Tousen's spine and carving command kanji into his shoulders and inflicting a vile curse on him to force Kaname into being his co-conspirator, his own personal R&D, and his entertaining puppet, if necessary.

Well,

Maybe Aizen is having a little bit more fun than strictly "necessary".

Aizen might have cursed Tousen into silence and obedience, but he can't stop Tousen from keeping his own records. Meticulous notes about every excursion he is made to take, every crime he is forced to commit, every horrific act Tousen does through tears- everything is recorded, documented, and safely stored in triplicate in several locations and formats.

In fact, Aizen comes to rely on those records- Aizen is very good at Lying and Kido and Hubris but that is the extent of his intellectual prowess. He relies on Gin to keep track of what everyone else is doing, and on Tousen to do all the scheduling, lab work, provisions and actually keeping the aarancar in line.

And Kaname takes advantage to press the curse whenever he can- he was close, he was so. Fucking. Close! To getting the whole scheme exposed during Turn Back The Pendulum.

He tried. He tried and tried to say it when Yamamoto interrogated him, to confess his sins and bring Gin and Aizen down with him, to make himself understood.

-Who did this? Who killed captain Hirako?

-I know them! I know, but I can not say!

It's all Kaname can manage before the curse retaliates, and almost strangles him to death to keep his silence, invisible to Yamamoto because of Aizen's illusions.

---

...after the nature of the curse is revealed, Yamamoto listens to the recording of that interrogation and weeps. The captains are the closest thing he has to children. Yamamoto hears this man who is almost his son, screaming, begging him to understand -

Not "I don't know"

Not "I will not say"

"I know, but I can not say."

---

So Kaname bides his time, keeps his records and tries to distract himself form his situation by drawing what conclusions he can.

After the Winter War, there is some debate as to what's going to happen to R&D.

Mayuri is in a jar, battling for control of his body.

Nemu refuses to admit he's out of action. Akon refuses to be promoted.

Kisuke or whoever does run the 12 will be too busy shovelling leftover war crimes out of the basement to actually run R&D.

Yamamoto has a long-standing agreement with Unohana that if he makes her take on One More Thing, he will not get the privilege of dying.

Ukitake is running the Kido corps, but he's also already got a foot in the grave.

Yamanoto isn't sure he can trust anyone else with lab equipment.

" ...Tousen." he says, nonchalant, visiting him in the hospital. "You seem to be rather accomplished at record-keeping and lab work."

"Last time you promoted me while I was in the hospital after a catastrophe, it extended my recovery by a solid five years and lead to an even greater one. No. Tell Kisuke to buck up and run R&D, it was his damn idea in the first place."

"Yes, obviously." Yamanoto says as though he had been planning that at all. "-but the court guard still needs to be supplied, so if Kisuke is running R&D, who is running the 12th?

"Muguruma."

"Pardon?"

"Kensei Muguruma might be the second-worst boss I've ever had but he is rigorously punctual, has an incredible work ethic, and can be trusted to stick to rules and regulations to the letter. He's a rigid, grouchy, hard ass, and a terrible match for the ninth, but he'd make an excellent quartermain." Kaname sighs.

Yamamoto ponders that for a bit.

"Also, he's running the newspaper over my dead body." Kaname elaborates. "He's contracted horoscope brainrot from Mashiro, I'm afraid."

"He may attempt to dispute that he should be running the Ninth as his prior demotion was unlawful, as is his right." Yamamoto nods. "It would be resolved by some kind of combat."

"I've gutted him once, I'll do it again." Kaname grunts and Yamamoto barks a laugh.

"I believe your judgement is sound, and will abide by your recommendation." Yamamoto nods, patting Kaname's hand. "I will inform Urahara and Muguruma of their new responsibilities."

"...Thank you, sir." Kaname mumbles, listening to Yamamoto open his notebook and write something down. "For your trust in me, and not promoting me again."

"Hm." Yamamoto nods.

To-Do: Update last will and testament in regards to successor choice. He writes.

[multiverseanimecrossover]

Scanlan Shorthalt Team

In the kaleidoscopic nexus of dimensions, a motley crew of adventurers found themselves brought together by the whims of fate. Scanlan Shorthalt, the charismatic bard of Vox Machina, stood amidst the gathering, his lute at the ready, a twinkle in his eye as he surveyed the eclectic group before him.

Mineta Minoru, the aspiring hero of U.A. High, exuded a mix of excitement and nervousness as he took in the scene. Brook, the skeletal musician of the Straw Hat Pirates, greeted the group with a jovial laugh, his soulful melodies echoing through the space. King, the gentle giant of the Seven Deadly Sins, observed the gathering with a serene expression, his presence a calming influence on those around him.

Power, the devilish fiend of Chainsaw Man, cracked a mischievous grin, eager for the adventure that lay ahead. Jiraiya the Toad Sage, the legendary ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village, surveyed the scene with a twinkle of mischief in his eye, while Kon, the plucky mod soul of the Soul Society, bounced around with boundless energy.

Dazai Osamu, the enigmatic detective of the Armed Detective Agency, observed the gathering with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his sharp intellect assessing the situation with keen interest.

As they exchanged introductions and shared tales of their worlds, they discovered a common thread of camaraderie and mischief that bound them together. Scanlan's silver tongue and Mineta's quick wit added a touch of humor to the group, while Brook's melodic tunes and King's gentle nature infused the gathering with a sense of harmony and tranquility.

Power's devilish antics and Jiraiya's irreverent humor kept spirits high, while Kon's enthusiasm and Dazai's cunning intellect offered strategic insight and support.

United in their love of adventure and song, they embarked on a journey to uncover the mysteries of the multiverse, facing danger and excitement at every turn. Through trials and tribulations, they leaned on each other's strengths, forging bonds of friendship and trust that transcended the boundaries of their respective dimensions.

In the climax of their quest, they faced their greatest challenge yet, a formidable foe that threatened to unravel the very fabric of reality. With their hearts united and their spirits undaunted, they stood together, their voices raised in song and laughter as they vanquished the darkness and emerged victorious.

As they bid farewell to one another, their hearts filled with gratitude for the bond they had forged, they knew that no matter where their adventures took them, they would always be united in the melody of friendship.