#all that really matters is that shes a shinigami !

[gallusrostromegalus]

Are there any people Nemu gets along particularly well with in the Gotei 13?

Is there anyone she avoids? Anyone she wants to get to know better?

Alternatively, would Yamamoto ever consider making a fourteenth division?

Nemu's primary hobbies are Aiding and Abetting so she is GREAT friends with everyone else in the Shinigami Women's Association. Girl loves her some shenanigans, even chicanery, but the SWA is providing her with outright machinations and the lab-grown henchwoman is THRIVING.

The most important things about Nemu in AEIWAM are:

1. She knows perfectly well that she is a lab-grown person, she's her father's seventh attempt, and she regularly looks after her likely successor Hachigo in her tank in the basement of the 12th. This doesn't bother her- if anything, Nemu is a bit smug about all the care and attention her father put into creating her, whereas many of her colleagues are the result of insufficiently durable prophylactics.

1.1: She is sometimes a little sad that Hachigo will not be raised to consciousness until after Nemu has been destroyed, as she would like the opportunity to talk with her "little sister" and make sure she understands all the prerogatives they share, because there are a sight more than Mayuri knows about, and also to play house a bit.

1.2: Nemu really likes playing house in which she has her collection of dolls perform arbitrarily assigned familial roles, but if you ask her why, she gets very agitated and tries to move on from the topic.

2. Nemu takes after Mayuri in quite a few ways that are not immediately obvious because she's not as vocal as he is, but she has the same mile-wide streak of pride and the ruthlessness of someone who can see the bright, shining line between her means and goals, and the willingness to disregard all else in pursuit of those goals.

Nemu has been in a personal quest to push the scientific boundaries of sanitation and disease eradication, quietly running her own experiments on the other side of the lab from her father and the occasional unsuspecting 12th division member. Her secrecy from Mayuri is not a matter of safety- being disassembled by him is a mere nuisance to her- but a matter of pride: for all his other accomplishments, Mayuri has never successfully eradicated a disease, so she wants to have eradicated at least one major pestilence before she presents her results to flex on him.

The only real difference between Mayuri and his daughter is that she can hold up her end of a conversation without immediately resorting to threats of violence to get her way, or falling for obvious jabs at her pride. You can neg Mayuri into doing something, but not Nemu.

...her problem is that she's extremely susceptible to flattery and the casual expectations of others. It took Matsumoto all of ten minutes to work out that she could get Nemu to do nearly anything if she started the request with "I'm sorry to bother you with this but frankly you're probably the only person in soul society who could handle it-!".

Nemu would rather die than fall short of the image others have of her in their minds, and it is a testament to Matsumoto's loyalty as a friend that absolutely nobody else knows this.

3. What social graces Nemu does possess, she has largely due to her fellow SWA members, but ESPECIALLY Unohana. Lady Unohana did not come by her social graces naturally, but instead by centuries of patience and analytical observation, and can now explain a great many social interactions from a unique outside perspective, often to the horror of her friends.

Nemu, who was not allowed to interact with people outside of the 12th until she hit puberty/mayuri's previous lieutenant escaped and he had to promote SOMEONE, Found these lectures to be invaluable, and took notes. This greatly pleased Unohana, who has the maternal instincts of a cuckoo but is a remarkably good teacher, and soon the two of them had formed an odd friendship people would lack the ability to describe until 2001 when Tatsuki Aikawa introduced soul society to the phenomenon of Autism.

3.1: At least some of Nemu's fascination with disease control comes from Unohana- the older woman was once verbally recounting a problem with hantaviruses at an SWA meeting more as a form of rubber ducking than anything else. Nemu realized and pointed out that the likely vector was probably not the fourth's lab rats somehow contracting the diseases through contaminated grain, but improperly sanitized interactions between the research medics in charge of the lab rats and the sanitation medics that were exposed to the sewer rats.

"...I think you're right." Unohana realized, then turned to Nemu, smiled and patted her head. "Good girl!'

Nemu has been chasing that high ever since.

4. Nemu is rather leery of Ukitake, actually.

The captain of the 13th has absolutely no problems with checking the behavior of the other Captain's, with force of necessary. He gets away with this kind of dominance play because he never does it unless he's damn sure he's right to do so, and if push comes to shove, he'll be backed up by the other captains.

Mayuri, chronic ethics guidelines violator, has been on Ukitake's bad side more than once. It's less that Nemu feels persecuted by proxy, and more that...

Well frankly, Ukitake is scary when he's angry. The man is a very heavy hitter among the captains and if he's genuinely mad he will not hold back. Mayuri is more death-resistant than most, and has gotten into more than his fair share of battles with his colleagues, but Ukitake tops the leaderboard in terms of number of altercations and closest anyone has gotten to actually killing her father.

...which makes the fact that Ukitake is so kind and friendly to Nemu all the more upsetting for her. The fact Ukitake can compartmentalize like that is what she finds most frightening about him. He WOULD kill her father and offer to take her out for ice cream afterwards.

So she keeps her distance from him. She knows it's irrational- she's heard more than enough horror stories about the Bad Old Days from Unohana to know that all the really successful captains are capable of this kind of extremely selective violence.

It's the fact that Ukitake is so goddamn NICE all the time that really illustrates the terrifying gulf between human nature and Nemu's understanding thereof.

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Yamamoto was forbidden from expanding the Gotei-13 from its dimensions of 13 divisions, with no more than 200 members each by governmental fiat- the Central 46 kept the Gotei-13 obedient by keeping them overworked.

Yamamoto is perfectly aware that the Gotei-13 is being forced to do too much work for too few people, but is less of the opinion that he needs a fourteenth division so much as about half the division responsibilities should be someone else's job. Combat medics should not also be doing civil sanitation. Research and Development is key, but a waste of shinigami when there are so many other perfectly qualified nerds out there. After the events of TBTP, the 13th division was forced to take over the work of the Kido Corps, which pissed Yamamoto off because he had damn near foisted the burden of research from the 13th onto the Corps, and now they had to take on the whole thing!

So, no. Yamamoto does not want a 14th division. He'd like the 13 he currently has to be free to do their fucking jobs.

[kiame-sama]

How do you think the characters react to mc having their period in the monster au. Cause it would make sense for other monster species to have them as well, but it could end up being a "human" thing to them. Like how would the love interests and the staff react. I imagine Malleus panicking the moment he smells blood on his human.

(More lovely fan-art~ Credit to the wonderful @tinseltina for drawing up Mr. Handsome Leona)

Humans are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) 9.5

Something tells me y'all really want to know the answer to this.

Warnings; not proofread (my stuff rarely is, but this is hot off the press), menstrual cycle and all that comes with it (mood swings, blood, cramps, ect), female pronouned reader, not too big on plot but several moments for the fellas, the stressed Dragon is trying his best, use of Japanese words (Nii-san, nee-san, Oji-san), Dragon, Crow, Harpy, Shinigami, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Shadow-men, Cervitaur, Genie, Unicorn, Cecaelia, Vampire Bat,

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It was officially your eighth day in Twisted Wonderland and it was finally time for Diasomnia to take a step back and allow the other dorms to guard you. According to the raffle, it was to be Ignihyde's turn next. Both Idia and Ortho had shown up to the early morning meeting, Ortho still somewhat asleep as he sat leaning up against Idia's arm.

The other Housewardens were present and they had even remembered to invite Malleus this time as there was no other way the Dragon would give up his Human. Both Shinigami were anxious for different yet similar reasons as they waited for the inevitable arrival of the Dragon. Only problem was that Malleus showed up without the Human.

"What is the meaning of this, Malleus? Where is she?"

Vil was first to voice his concerns, one of the few among the Housewardens who would willingly snap at the dour prince. Malleus simply stared at the Harpy even as he squawked and fluffed his feathers in irritation. Of course, they all wanted to hear whatever explanation the Dragon was going to give for this clear violation of the rules they had set regarding soft (Y/n).

"I don't recall ever agreeing to this nonsense of trading my hoard among others, but if you must know, (Y/n) is currently unwell and I have no intention to leave any member of my hoard while they are in such a state."

"Unwell? How is she unwell? She was fine yesterday, if a bit temperamental."

Crowley was displeased by Malleus' refusal to bring the Human they all felt increasing fondness for, but he was more displeased to hear she was ill in some way. In fact, the news unsettled everyone at the table, Idia and Ortho included. They were all keen to keep (Y/n) in high spirits especially with news that there would be several representatives from various countries making surprise visits to check on her well-being.

"She is bleeding but insists it is normal for Humans. The scent of blood alerted me to her state as she rose before the rest of us and I found her in her bathroom crying. She refuses to leave her bathroom until she is able to aquire 'pads' to catch the blood and commented something about 'tampons'. I know not what these 'pads' and 'tampons' are, but even Lilia insists it is something Humans do on a monthly basis and warned me to not push her on this matter."

"If that Mousey is bleeding," Leona growled, "then she must be injured in some way."

"That was my thinking, but Lilia said I was wrong and that he would explain it later before he insisted I attend this meeting instead."

"What exactly has Lilia told you about (Y/n)'s condition?"

~•§•~

"I hate everything and everyone."

You grumbled as you lay curled up on a towel in your bathtub, holding your bloated stomach as you whined loudly when another cramp gripped you. The dull throbbing ache in your back made you want to throw something if it meant the discomfort would end. Your arm had healed quickly- still somewhat mending, but now useable- only for your period to smack you while you were down.

Of course these useless monsters didn't have pads or tampons or Midol and now you relegated yourself to laying on a towel so you don't bleed all over the shared nest. If you could have things your way, you would have as many sanitary products as you wished and you would be laying on Silver's back as the Reindeer was so comfortingly warm. It only made you angrier to remember that there were no heating-pads in this forsaken land.

"(Y/n)?"

"Let me die."

"Please don't talk that way, (Y/n). None of us want you to die."

"Then why aren't there any heating-pads or pain-meds, Lilia? Sounds like you all want me to suffer and die."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave me to suffer."

"(Y/n)-"

"Go away, Lilia!"

The Bat sighed and closed the door, letting you wallow and whine in pain. He had been around Humans enough to vaguely remember what was wrong, but it had been a long time since he last had to deal with such a situation. Lilia didn't exactly remember the how and the why of your condition, just that it was normal for Humans. No, if anyone knew what was happening, it was you and you were not keen to share your wisdom.

While you were wallowing in self-pity you felt your stomach begin to growl and you just started crying again. None of these moron monsters knew how to cook and you just wanted a nice breakfast to soothe your upset body even if for only a bit. Somewhere during your tears the door to the bathroom had opened again and a delicious smell met your nose.

Walking into the room was the man wreathed in shadows, he set a cloth bag down next to the tub where you lay and stood for a moment watching you. You somewhat recognized him as one of the staff members Crowley had introduced you to the first day- you think his name was Sam- and even in the daylight he looked like liquid darkness. Apparently he was the only one who had a store on campus and he was the one to go to for any and all needs.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs, little Imp."

With that he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to examine what he brought. Inside the bag was a note and several items you thought you would never see in this forsaken world. What looked to be reusable cloth pads took up a good portion of the bag, clearly the kind that could be buttoned and wrapped around undergarments to act like your world's traditional sticky pads. Further down were what seemed to be several small bottles filled with star-shaped pills in various purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows. What almost made you start crying again was the sweet and heartbreakingly beautiful appearance of chocolate fudge in a medium sized tin.

That first bit of fudge melted on your tongue and brought the sugary sweetness of chocolate to your senses. It was like a slice of heaven had fallen into your mouth and you could hardly believe it.

The pads were similar to the disposable ones you had back in your world but with a button clasp along the wing of the pad so it could be secured. You were quick to change your clothes with the extra Lilia had brought you, securing the pad to your underwear and sighing in relief once it all was in place. Though you would have to wash these pads after you switched them out, it was better than nothing.

The note was simple and short, but you couldn't be happier to read the almost elegant script.

'Hey, little Imp. Thought you would need these, though not so soon. Unlike most in Twisted Wonderland, Shadow-folk and Humans were the few species where the child-bearing members have these bleeding cycles. My friends on the other side figured you would want some chocolate. The bottles have some bloating and pain medicine that should help. Only take one of each color twice a day. Chocolate isn't too common, but I think now is as good a time as any to share.

- Sam'

You could have cried it was so beautiful. To think there was someone here who wasn't completely oblivious to your suffering was soothing in ways you hadn't expected. If anything, Sam was now in the top spot for your favorite of the staff members, the others be damned.

As you finally got the chance to clean yourself up and wear clean clothes, you were now ready to emerge from the bathroom you spent most of the morning in. The warm smell of food brought you down to the kitchen and you saw a beautiful sight. Standing near what looked like an entire breakfast feast was Sam, he seemed to be guarding the food from the group that stood eyeing him suspiciously. Ruggie, your guards- minus Malleus- and Grim all stared at the shadow man who refused to let any near the copious amounts of food.

"Morning, little Imp! Figured you would want some breakfast given the morning you've had. Have as much as you like before I let these beasts eat the rest."

Sitting in large bowls and stacked on plates were an assortment of eggs, some kind of sweet smelling breakfast meat- as sausages weren't prevalent in Twisted Wonderland- pan-seared onions and peppers, even pancakes stacked high. It was a veritable feast for the eyes and stomach, the best part being the fact you didn't even have to make it.

"... You're my favorite, did you know that?"

"You honor me, little Imp. I know my sisters and mother would be sending me shadow curses if I didn't at least lend a hand during your time of struggle. Eat up."

You did exactly that as you gathered up a generous portion for yourself and settled at the small table in the kitchen to dig in. Once Sam saw you were happily eating your fair share, he grabbed his own plate before he moved to let the others descend on the food. Lilia was quick to join you and Sam at the small table, not at all put off by your earlier attitude towards him.

"So, Sam, do you know what's going on with (Y/n)?"

"Of course. We shadow people go through a similar process- I should say the ladies and child-bearers of the Shadow people know- I personally don't, but you can bet your ass my meemaw would whoop me something fierce if she found out I left this Human to endure alone when I could have helped."

"Guess there is no need for Malleus to be so distraught then."

You ignored the conversation and simply ate your meal, thrilled someone else knew how to cook a damn fine breakfast. Sebek, Silver, Ruggie, and Grim were content to eat at the kitchen counters instead of the small table, talking quietly to one another. Well, Ruggie and Grim were shoveling food down their gullets, Sebek and Silver were the ones talking.

It was during this conversation that you heard many footsteps thundering down the halls of your dorm to the kitchen. You gripped the fork in your hand tightly and the moment someone grabbed you was the moment you swung the fork to stab whoever dared to touch you. They were quick to let go and narrowly avoided your utensil as they backed off and you saw it was the Headmage.

"(Y/n), my poor little chick! Where are you bleeding-?"

"None of your business!"

Your voice was an angry grumble as you guarded the plate in front of you, putting an arm around it and glaring at the feathered man. He seemed confused before he looked over at Sam who had continued to eat calmly.

"Ah, I should have known you would already be on top of it, Sam. Shadow folk and Humans were two sides of a very similar coin, after all."

"Headmage, why did you bring all these students into her kitchen?"

You looked around and you saw many familiar faces as well as a few unfamiliar faces. Malleus, Vil, Ortho, Azul, Leona, and Riddle were of the familiar. Of the unfamiliar were two men of vastly different appearances. One had white hair and tanned skin, almost seeming to be shining from the inside with a bright gold. The other looked like an older, non-mechanical Ortho with extreme anxiety at even being perceived.

"Mr. Draconia informed us that (Y/n) was unwell and I couldn't keep them from coming with me to check on her-"

"Well, you all are done checking, now go away. I want to eat my breakfast in peace."

"(Y/n)-"

"No! I have had little to no personal space since the moment I fell into this madhouse of a campus and it shouldn't take me having my period to get some! If you all are really that concerned, I have a whole list of things I could only benefit from and you all are welcome to start gathering."

"... Would that make you happy?"

"It would be a start!"

It seemed all of your uninvited guests were uncomfortable as they looked at one another before the shining golden one nodded excitedly. Out of everyone, he seemed the most oblivious to your annoyance and instead seemed happy to be given something to do.

"Sure! What's on the list? I can get stuff for you! Say the word and Jamil and I are on it!"

"See? This is a model Housewarden right here. Doesn't push his own agenda, doesn't demand more information, just says 'okay' and does what is asked of him."

Vil seemed the most offended by this, but kept his thoughts to himself and instead just glared at the happy shining man. Malleus was also clearly displeased by your less than favorable attitude, moving to stand near Lilia as if that would curb your anger at the situation. Ortho seemed to be of the same mind as the first odd-ball and looked ready to run off for whatever you requested.

"Don't forget your medicine, (Y/n)."

Sam prompted gently, continuing his meal as if nothing were amis. Naturally, you had mostly forgotten the bottles of oddly colored stars in your frustration and only now remembered they were present. His note said one of each color twice a day, so you figured it was a morning and night kind of medication.

The stars were actually somewhat cute and you felt a vague temptation to sit and sort the stars by color, but your ever present cramps demanded you take them instead. They actually tasted sweet and must have had a sugar coating of some kind as they went down easily enough. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but it felt like they were helping the moment you swallowed the odd shapes and felt far less irate even with the herd of others in your home.

"Nee-san, can I have that list you mentioned? You can send it to me via-text so Nii-san and I can get started on gathering things for you!"

"Nee-san?"

"Oh! Are we not close enough yet for me to call you that? Sorry! I just want to be your friend so much I keep forgetting we just met. Oji-san wants to meet you too since he hasn't been able to meet a living Human for a long time and he misses Humans. Would it be okay if he came over?"

It was then the one that looked like an older version of Ortho spoke, resting his hand on Ortho's shoulder.

"Ortho, stop. I get you wanna be her friend but it is so cringe to just invite people over to someone else's place when they aren't feeling well."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just want everything to work out and Oji-san Hades has been texting non-stop about meeting (Y/n)..."

"We can talk about that later. Okay?"

You raised a single brow at the two- who you assumed to be brothers- as they had their back and forth banter. Somewhere you figured all the Housewardens in your dorm were there to help, but you were still annoyed they came over uninvited. Maybe they could be of use if you split up that growing list of yours and put the clearly eager men to work.

"If I give you all the list will you go away?"

"No," Malleus said, crossing his arms, "I must protect my hoard and if a member of my hoard is unwell, then I shall stand guard until they are well again."

"Fine. You can stay, but I just want a quiet day today. I don't have classes and I just want to sleep."

"You are always welcome to the nest."

"Wasn't asking permission, but thanks, I guess. I also want Silver to be in the nest because he's warm and it feels nice to have heat on my stomach."

"Silver has clases today, but I am free for the day. I can use my magic to warm your stomach so you can rest easy."

"Fine, but if you burn me I'm kicking you out of my dorm permanently."

[jayniks]

SEX NOTE (p.js)

after summoning heeseung, you wandered around your room looking for any ideas. Seeing your poster of your favorite band, you thought "why not invoke the guitarist?" and that's what you did, although the situation was quickly reversed when you saw how malicious he was.

WC . 2,3k

PAIRING . Shinigami!jay x fan!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (m receiving), tease, anal sex, mouth fucking, a little cuck!jake?, mentions of Jake's mom and Jake himself, magical appearance, chocking, a little filler just like in the original series, degradation, tying, unreal themes, a bit of noncon?, squirt, curses, let me know if I left something out.

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Let's forget about that awkward interaction with Jake and let's talk about you, although let's not let pass that you avoided each other for 2 days in a row, what matters is that now you two are talking. About what? I don't know, he mentioned something about a trip to Australia for a week to see his family but you weren't paying much attention, you were aware that he was probably abandoning you to avoid any more awkwardness, after all, no one would act nice after listening to his best friend that he knew since he was 3, who helped her in her worst moments, fucking they favorite idol NEXT to his room.

"Dummy, are you even listening to me?" Jake asked in a somewhat tired tone. His words brought you out of your trance and you just nodded, "really? summarize what I said" he looked at you seriously. "Um, are you going on a trip home?" You exclaimed without much confidence, maybe you should have listened to him but you felt physically and mentally exhausted after that night in which a magical book fulfilled your fantasy. "Oh yeah? And why?" He looked at you again with those judging eyes, God, how you hated him. "I don't know," you admitted, already imagining the scolding that awaited you. "I'm going to Australia to see my family, I'll only be gone for 5 days, please don't come into my room, take care of the apartment" he warned you, you knew it was better to listen to him.

"Yes Jakey, I understand, please send my regards to your mom-" you didn't finish the sentence because you were interrupted by your friend, "No, you're going to take her away from me, it seems like she loves you more than me," and with that lie he left the dining room to go pack his bags in his own room. Within hours, you were at the door hugging goodbye, after all, you didn't hate him that much. The house was desolate, you felt more alone than ever.... it's good that you had the book to help you. It was a little selfish and self-centered that you cared more about the book than your own best friend who watched you grow up. But you know what else grew? Your desire to try more people.

You ran to your room and sat at your desk to prepare to look at the notebook. You just did that, watching it for almost 10 minutes, maybe waiting for it to start writing itself. Finally, you opened it, there was what you had written about Heeseung yesterday, in the first few lines of the page. You had the decision whether to repeat the same thing from yesterday or write a new story below. You scanned your room for something, anything, to find any answer to a question you hadn't asked yet. Your favorite Chinese actress? No, she was in a relationship. Your teacher? Ew, gross. Your favorite band? No! There were a lot of people and you would just go on the safe side- OH GOD! YOUR FAVORITE BAND!

Sure, Glam was your favorite band years ago, but it was a band from the '30s, the members were already dead, although you were hyper fixated on the guitarist, Jay Park. Of course, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen before; his upturned nose, his strong jaw, the way his cheeks are marked when he smiles, those skillful fingers... if you were to mention all the reasons why you love him you would probably never finish and this fanfic would never be published.

You grabbed the same pencil you had written about your night with Heeseung with, hoping to capture a new adventure, this time with Jay. Emotions overwhelmed you, but this time you wanted to give it a different touch, perhaps less imaginative and more direct. You sat at your desk, ready to put every detail on paper. "Jay Park from the Glam group will appear..." you began to write, but suddenly the pencil stopped working. Frustrated, you looked at the tip, trying to figure out what had happened. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You decided to try scratching the pencil on a piece of paper to the side. But no matter how hard you tried, there wasn't a single mark. Resigned, you grabbed a permanent marker, determined not to let a simple pencil stop you. With a firm hand, you started again: "Jay Park from the group Gla..." But, just as you were about to finish the word, something strange happened. The letters began to fade before your eyes, as if the paper was rebelling against your attempts. Desperation took over you. You gripped the marker tighter and began scratching furiously on the page, as if the simple act of writing could exorcise the frustration you felt. But in your outburst, the blade tore with a tearing sound.

Suddenly, the book opened on its own, as if it had a life of its own. The pages began to move, creating a ghostly wind in the room. Dark letters appeared on the torn page, slowly forming a sentence: "For being greedy, you will be punished." Fear paralyzed you, a chill ran down your spine. It was as if the book was alive and aware of your desires and failings. You felt a rising panic, a primal fear that told you something terrible was about to happen. You closed your eyes, resigned to your fate, waiting for the punishment that, according to the book, you deserved. The room fell into a deep silence, and you prepared to face the unknown, your blood freezing and your heart pounding in your chest...

Silence.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes of silence, and nothing had happened. Confused, you looked around, but everything remained the same. You thought maybe you had read it wrong, but no, nothing had happened. You sighed in relief, trying to convince yourself that maybe the book had just played a prank on you. Maybe you had imagined it all, the result of your sexual frustration and lack of sleep. Yes, that must have been it, you were delirious, right? With a slightly clearer conscience, you turned to make the bed that you hadn't tidied since Jake left for Australia. Time had passed quickly since then, and the mess was piling up. But just as you were going to start cleaning, you felt a chill run down your spine.

When you turn around, you almost had a heart attack when you see the guitarist of your favorite band sitting on your bed, looking at you with a machiavellian smile. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Weren't you expecting me?" He said, faking a pout as he spoke to you. You were petrified. How was it possible? Had it just appeared out of nowhere? Your mind couldn't form a coherent thought when suddenly he grabbed you by the neck, choking you, and threw you hard onto the bed. "Honestly, I didn't expect to show up like this. I thought you would use the book wisely," he hissed. His words surprised you. Did you know about the book? Nothing made sense. What was happening? "You're wondering a lot of things, gorgeous. Do you really think a book like that would come alone?" He chuckled, his tone clearly mocking, "I'm a Shinigami. Who do you think gave your friend the note?"

Oh right, Sim fucking Jaeyun.

Jake was coming back from shopping, it was not his best day, the plastic of the bag he was carrying broke and his purchases flew due to the storm that hit just 4 minutes ago. He sighed in defeat, looking down to avoid getting soaked by the rain because his umbrella bent and broke. He wasn't looking forward so he ended up colliding with a stranger. He was going to turn around to apologize but there was no one there. He looked at the floor and saw a black notebook that was covered with a layer of plastic so it wouldn't get wet. At least he won't return home empty-handed.

Let's go back to where we left off, 'Jay' turned you around putting your arms behind your back. He took off his belt and tied your arms with it, leaving you completely at his mercy. He grabbed your hair, pulling you back and turning your head a little to whisper something near the juncture of your ear and cheek. "I didn't steal that fucking book so that a dirty human like you could come and desecrate it, scratching it and destroying it just out of anger," he spat with venom in his tone. He proceeded to throw you to the ground, kneeling in front of him while he looked at you superiorly. Your response was to look him in the eyes with pleading eyes, praying that he would even take pity on you and not hurt you.

He took your jaw in his hands, forcing you to look at him, and then he parted your lips, putting his thumb inside your mouth. "Let's see how well you know how to use that beautiful little mouth" he let out along with a deep laugh and then grabbed his erect member and passed his head over your lips, smearing them with pre-cum. You took the hint immediately and gobbled down what you could, leaving a considerable portion out due to its size, something that Jay didn't care about because when he heard your first 'gag' he pushed your head until your nose was touching his pelvis.

You were surprised and your throat contracted, you felt very strange, but you didn't think much about it either because he took his member out of your mouth the same way he put it in. You were about to breathe when, oh surprise, he thrust it back in! He made that move repeatedly, fucking your throat to his pleasure. "This is what you wanted, huh? You needy fucking slut". The boy exclaimed with a harsh voice, but do you know what else was even harsher? Your throat. His cock entered and left your throat with inhuman ease (because he's not human hahaha), letting drops of your own saliva mixed with precum fall into your mouth. You felt like you were choking, so Jay, being the gentleman he is, pulled his cock roughly out of your throat, holding onto your hair to keep you still as you took a sharp breath. He looked at you superiorly and proceeded to laugh at your state, "God, look at you, so pathetic, and we're just getting started," he smirked. Taking advantage of your weak state, he threw you on the bed with your legs bent, face down, leaving your butt within his reach and whim.

You had your head down so as not to turn around to see him, although I don't blame you, it would scare me too. You felt his cold hands caress your back and pajama pants. The calm was short-lived when you felt him tear your pants, making a hole in the center, right where your holes were. You couldn't see anything, and you felt disgusted by the fact that the fear you felt was turning you on. Your panties were wet, as were your buttocks from the licks Jay left behind. You swallowed dryly as you felt him rip your panties for more access, although that wasn't the worst, that came when you finally realized he wasn't going for your pussy, he was going for your asshole. You were going to protest about that but the scream that left your throat silenced all the words you had learned so far. He entered your inexperienced hole with the same force he used on your throat.

Your forehead hitting the headboard wasn't the most painful thing, curiously neither was his thrusts, it was the way your back was bending to keep you in a position where you wouldn't break. You knew Jay was talking to you, but you didn't understand, your mind was clouded by two things: pleasure and pain. Because of the position you were in you could feel your juices running down your legs and the splash when his sack hit your pussy. You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much for you, you began to feel that tickling in your belly that was so familiar but so different at the same time, it felt like your orgasm was close but much more powerful.

Jay's tip was mercilessly pounding that space inside you, which was enough to make you collapse, spurting his sack that only did more than slap your pussy to splatter more. Your throat was hot from the screams that came from it, being replaced by long sighs once Jay stopped for a few moments, perhaps to make sure you were okay, was there any goodness within that mocking creature? Well, no, because he proceeded to resume his thrusts with the same brutality as before. He crouched down a little so he was at the same height as your head so he could whisper some words to you that you had barely caught, "I'm not done yet."

Jake had tried to call you to let you know he was returning; he had bought the ticket for the next week. Once inside your shared apartment, he proceeded to look for you. "(___) you will not believe me!" he shouted excitedly, hoping his voice would resonate in the silence of the apartment. However, he received no response. He walked through the living room and kitchen, but he didn't find you. He heard sounds similar to your voice, which was a relief, but worry began to grow inside him, because he also heard other sounds accompanying yours.

Jake approached the door, narrowing his eyes in curiosity and some trepidation. The sounds were like knocks, followed by slimy-sounding splashes, clear enough to pique his interest. Without a second thought, he turned the knob and slowly opened the door. What he saw on the other side left him speechless, his best friend being ridden by another person he couldn't recognize.

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[amostimprobabledream]

Her Shadow Walks Beside Me (Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader) - Part One

Angst idea that came to me, I've never written Byakuya before but here it is anyway!

It was a truth universally acknowledged that Byakuya Kuchiki adored his late wife.

Alongside that universal truth, there came an implication: no other would ever measure up to her.

It was not an auspicious start.

With peace comes other ways of problem solving besides battle. And the fact was that Soul Society had lost a lot of officers and a lot of it had been wrecked in the Quincy invasion. The only thing left was to build everything again from the ground up, except better, stronger.

Which is where you came in. Or rather, your family did. You would never have suggested something like this yourself – you barely know Byakuya Kuchiki, for fuck’s sake. He was just a passing figure in the distance, regal and elegant but with a faint air of hostility, like a swan. Best observed from afar.

But your misgivings paled in comparison to the pedigree of your family name. You may not have belonged to one of the four great Shinigami families, but well, the Shiba clan had always been poor at playing by the rules and the Shihoin’s had to work hard to regain their reputation after the disgrace of their heir running off with a criminal (that the criminal was Urahara Kisuke, who had been pardoned and was instrumental in the war seemed to be waved away too quickly, in your opinion).

The point was, you were an eligible match for a noble and the Kuchiki clan wasn’t going to repopulate itself the way it was now – especially since a few of the Elders often grumbled out of Byakuya’s earshot that, strictly speaking, the girl he called sister was not, technically, a Kuchiki by blood. Therefore, it still fell on Byakuya’s shoulders to keep the line going and they weren’t above nudging him in the right direction.

You had no idea what your family, or his for that matter, had said to him to make Byakuya agree to the match. They couldn’t exactly force him, especially not after everything that had happened with his first wife, and it had not been all that long for Shinigami standards that he had lost her. He could have refused on the grounds he was still grieving.

And yet, your parents had excitedly informed you, he had agreed.

He said yes. To you.

You’d barely even spoken to the man before. You knew him mostly by reputation and you were sure he knew nothing about you, except that you had a pushy family and enough pedigree to keep the clan elders quiet.

But who were you to question any of this? You were lucky, you knew that. This was a match that many would kill for, and you didn’t even have to do anything to make it happen, there was no risk of you making a bad impression and ruining everything. It had all been decided.

So…why did you feel so…empty?

You stood before the mirror, staring at yourself. No expense had been spared for your wedding robes – the shiromuku was undoubtedly beautiful, white with red silk flowers embroidered carefully down it, the fine thread gleaming faintly in the light. But the vividness of the red against its white background only put you in mind of fresh blood on the snow.

You fidgeted with the collar of your robe, drowning in the finery and wishing you could go outside and breathe for a second, shed the weight that seemed to be pinning you to the floor.

The door opened and a servant girl bowed deeply to you. She didn’t give you any platitudes about how beautiful you looked, and you were glad of that, you weren’t really interested in hearing compliments right now. Especially when you didn’t think you looked anything near beautiful. “Milady, it’s time.” She said.

“Yeah,” you replied, relishing the taste of the informality on your tongue. “I know.” ~ Byakuya was every bit as beautiful and remote as he looked in his captain’s haori, waiting at the end of the aisle. The scent of incense was so strong in the air it made your nose twitch, and you had to fight back the urge to sneeze. Byakuya’s steely grey eyes seemed to skewer you as you approached, your gait slow as you were weighed down by your wedding robes. Heat crawled over your skin as everyone watched you, judging your every move. Your throat felt dry, and you were keenly aware of your armpits growing damp with sweat. Just get through it. It’s just a few more minutes. You tell yourself.

You observed Byakuya from beneath your eyelashes as the priest talked – you’re not really listening to him, to be honest. His words sound garbled, like he’s talking from down the other side of a long tunnel. Instead, you took the chance to discreetly observe Byakuya’s impassive face, trying to get answers.

Who are you? What are you thinking? How are you feeling? It’s like looking at a still pond. You know there’s movement going on underneath, that he must be feeling as conflicted as you, but you’d never know it by looking at him. Suddenly, his eyes darted to yours like he could sense your gaze.

And then suddenly, the priest was done talking and it was time to drink the three cups of sake. You’re grateful for something to soothe your throat, which feels like you swallowed sand. The cups are pleasingly cold in your hands, and you have the excuse of staring at them, pretending to be concentrating on not dropping them.

It's only when you drank to your future that you looked at Byakuya – well, your husband, now.

Husband. What an odd thing to say. The priest gave his official blessing, and you jolted – you’d been lost in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and the rest of the room had faded away. Now it came roaring back with alarming clarity.

Your parents looked annoyingly smug as the people around you gave a loud toast and blessings. Byakuya bore all this with the regal dignity expected of a Kuchiki. You just stared down at the ring glinting on your hand. ~ Fortunately, it wasn’t hard for you to slip away. You may have been the bride, but the wedding wasn’t really for your benefit. You were more like an accessory to the proceedings, and it wasn’t difficult for you to claim you were exhausted and slink off down a corridor.

You got a maid to help you out of your suffocating robes and into something lighter and instantly you felt like you could breathe more easily. Even when it was time to head to the Kuchiki estate, it seemed to you like the hardest part was over. It was gorgeous – like you’d expected anything less. You tilted your head back to admire the cherry blossom trees that swayed gently in the breeze, sending petals descending gracefully. Even Byakuya’s front path was beautiful. It was almost starting to get a little annoying. You were shown into a large room that was light and airy, and you were relieved to see refreshments had been provided in advance. The room was immaculately made up, no doubt the household staff had been working like fiends to get everything ready. Byakuya didn’t know your taste, but well, money made up for a lot of things.

Yet as you cast your eyes across the room, its largeness and elegance served as a mocking echo to you, that you could possibly worthy of such finery. Your family may have been high-ranking, but this was another thing entirely. With a small sigh and feeling the beginnings of a headache, you crossed the room and sat at the table, pouring yourself some tea. It was a bit too sweet compared to how you usually took it, but it was nice. To have this moment of solace in a chaotic day of being stared at and judged, even if you’d managed to finish the wedding without bringing shame on your family. You didn’t even have time to react when the door suddenly opened with a soft hiss and a click and Byakuya stood in the space, light pouring in behind him. Hastily you stood up, knocking your knee against the underside of the table and wincing. “Welcome back.” You said, lamely.

Byakuya gave a small nod in acknowledgement, stepping over the threshold and out of his shoes, leaving them behind on the veranda. He had changed out of his wedding robes as well, though he looked no less intimidating for it. “Hello.” He said in a formal tone of voice, like he was greeting a colleague he was vaguely acquainted with him. You almost expected him to ask you what you were doing in his house. You stared at each other for a moment, then you hurried to say something. “Um.” You said, which isn’t the best start. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Lord Kuchiki- “ Instantly you knew you’d said the wrong thing – the look he gave you was full of scorn, like you’d spilled tea over a mahogany table. “You are my wife.” He intoned, as if you could possibly have forgotten that. “Such formal address is hardly necessary.”

You swallowed, feeling like one of his underlings he’s scolding.

“You’re right, of course.” You said, a little flustered, but you’re determined to keep going. “It’s just, well, we may be married but we barely know each other. I know things have been, um, rushed, but…”

You trailed off for a second. Thinking these things was one thing, but having Byakuya staring at you with that wintry look of disapproval was another thing entirely. Or perhaps it’s simply how his features settled when he’s thinking, you’re not sure. There’s so much about him for you to discover.

“Well, I look forward to getting to know you.” You finished, a little anticlimactically, but you’re proud of yourself for making the first move.

Byakuya looked at you and it’s the first time you’ve noticed some kind of spark of interest in his face. No doubt he was told you were some quiet and abiding woman who likes tea ceremonies and calligraphy and wouldn’t challenge him on anything. Not that there’s anything wrong with tea ceremonies or calligraphy, but you doubted very much he knew anything real about you.

“I wished to say something to you as well,” Byakuya said gravely, not looking directly at you but staring off at some point over your shoulder.

“Yes?”

Another pause, even more weighty than the last one.

“The situation…admittedly is not ideal.” Byakuya said slowly. He wandered over to the window, which showed the courtyard in a dreamy twilit hue now, the sun having set not too long ago. “And I expect this marriage to go very differently from the first.”

Considering your last one died after five years, I should hope so. You think, a little acerbically.

“As you say, we hardly know one another. It would be absurd to imagine there is any feeling between us. I think for the moment, it would be best if we slept in separate rooms.” He’s not wrong, but there’s a clenching inside you that is not post-wedding butterflies. Obviously, you know that he doesn’t love you, nor do you love him, but does he have to describe how things are so coldly?

But he’s not done.

“I will not come to your bed tonight.” He said with finality. “At some point my clan will be expecting me to sire an heir, but you may rest assured, that will not be any time soon. It would be of no benefit for anyone to try to force things along.”

With that he turned to you. “Goodnight.”

And he left, without looking back, without even looking you in the face. In a way it’s a blessing he didn’t, so he didn’t see the stricken expression you knew had formed across your features. You were good at schooling your reactions, but not that good. Not when your newly minted husband tells you he has no desire to have sex with you. He hadn’t even kissed you. You struggled to remember if he’d even touched you beyond putting a hand on your arm to steady you as you walked.

So that was how it was going to be.

[aquarianights]

I've delulu'd too hard about claudia and undertaker like the fake scenarios in my head are canon TO ME okay hear me out:

firstly I strongly believe his name is cedric, but for the purpose of this theory I'll still call him UT, anyhow i believe when he met Claudia he was already a shinigami bc obviously the timeline wouldn't match up otherwise.

However, I think his personality might have been a complete 180° from now, like I dont think he was heehee haha-ing over everything. I'm assuming whatever his initial backstory is that made him a shinigami must've been really traumatic and tragic, which eventually led to him crashing out and destroying the HQ.

Maybe he met Claudia after that and he fell in love with her for her crazy personality 🥹 he basically evolved to match her freak, or in better words she showed him real joy and laughter that 'fixed' him - until she died of course leaving him once again a broken man :((

I imagine he was a complete gentleman when he met her, and they had a demure yearning love story. Stolen glances from across ballroom, a chaste kiss on her hand, referring to her politely as 'Lady Phantomhive' etc. Also the ponytail and glasses, how he used to look so prim and proper. I imagine she loved his hair and liked to see it down more often.

And then when they eventually got together he would have been the most devoted caring husband? 👀 or lover but either way I imagine he'd stay by her bedside when she was sick, fulfill all her silly whims and fancies yk.

Of course there would be this veil of doom hanging over them, an inevitable bad end they both could see coming, a lot of angst.

But i firmly believe that Undertaker's obsession with bringing back the dead is because he wants to bring back Claudia. And that might even be why he became an undertaker to begin with — his obsession with death began when she left him and he had no way to follow since he was already literally dead. I wouldn't put it past him to even have her (partially) preserved corpse that he is waiting to revive. There's just so much potential for an incredibly tragic romantic gothic lovestory here.

anyways, that's just my two cents on the matter, imagine these two characters have nothing to do with each other and I've just given myself brainrot for no reason

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hi! I feel bad for having messaged twice in kinda quick succession, but I have a Bleach AU idea and don’t really have anyone to tell about it, but i hope you’d like to hear about it!

So I’ve only recently been trying to finish reading Bleach (I’ve read earlier chapters multiple times, but never managed to read past the Xcution arc). I’ve still got about 100 odd chapters to go, but I’m in the thousand year war arc finally, (and I’ve read the last few chapters, so I know how it ends, just not all of the details in between).

Anyway, I’ve recently read the bit where Kyoraku (is that his name? Shunsui, the head captain guy) actually goes to the land of the living and visits Ichigo’s friends to warn them that depending on how powerful he is once he’s sorted his issues with his Zanpakuto, he might not be able to come back home and it’s just GOT ME THINKING, because so far it’s not been mentioned again, and it isn’t in the last few chapters either, I don’t think. BUT!! What if it is that Ichigo is so powerful now that going back to the human world on a permanent basis would completely mess with the human world, so he’s forced to stay in the soul society.

So much potential for angst, with him missing his sisters and friends (and Kisuke), BUT also so much potential for absolute highjinks in the SS.

I think this could potentially be a little similar to your Turn Back the Clock AU, but I’m just imagining all of the remaining captains/lieutenants all absolutely beside themselves trying to convince Ichigo to join their teams, Shunsui is already eyeing him up for a captain position in the near future, Kenpachi (who’s still a little lost without his little sidekick (whose name I’ve forgotten, god I feel so bad because I love her)) just itching to get Ichigo to join his squad so that he can have daily fights without the trouble of having to go looking for the guy. Shinji (who without a shadow of a doubt has a soft spot for Ichigo, no matter how much he might enjoy irritating him) who wants to have him in his squad as some kind of “visords-stick-together” kinda deal (and because he knows it’d piss all the others off). Rukia laying claim because HELLO, she’s the one that stabbed him and gave him the powers in the first place, she calls dibs! Hell, I think even Byakuya would want him in his squad, because as much as he might deny it if asked, he’s actually rather fond of the guy, so long as he learns to call him Captain rather than his first name.

And as things are want to do in the SS, where the more power the shinigami, the more insane they seem to be, things get a little out of hand. During one heated discussion, where they’re all giving their updates on how well each of them think they’re doing in convincing Ichigo to join them, someone (I’m thinking a shit-stirrer like Yumichika maybe) gives the idea that hey, this competition seems almost as if you’re trying to court the guy! And so it turns into this weird ass Shinigami-courting situation, with a “whoever manages to (woo) CONVINCE Ichigo to join their squad is OBVIOUSLY the one that Ichigo likes best, so that means that he’s OBVIOUSLY also open to (after)life long commitment in the form of marriage to whichever captain wins” kinda thing going on.

Cue Ichigo not getting a single moments peace, when all he really wants is to be left alone to just PROCESS the fact that he 1) has had to leave everyone and everything he’s ever known in the human world to live with these absolutely crazy people, and 2) just fought in a very big battle and helped kill a thousands-year old crazy Quincy guy.

He’s more than happy spending his time helping clean up and rebuild the SS for now, and he’s happy to worry about what comes next once the SS is back on its feet. (And he’s more than a little oblivious to the weird fighting/flirting/coercing that seems to happen whenever he comes across any familiar face whenever he’s out and about).

It all comes to a head when his friends from home come for a visit to the soul society with those handy dandy tokens that Shunsui gave them, and instantly see what’s happening and have to sit Ichigo down and explain to him that he may or may not (but definitely does) have twenty or so extremely powerful shinigami captains and lieutenants all after his ass(ets), which, know that Ichigo thinks about it, definitely explains a few things that’ve been happening to him lately.

And shortly after his friends go back home, all three realms feel a shift in reiatsu and hear a distant screech from Kisuke, who’s suddenly realised that hey, maybe the human world sucks actually and he should relocate back to the soul society for no reason in particular! None at all! Definitely not jealousy because that would be ridiculous.

If I had the time or energy (and a better track record of finishing fics that I start 😬) I’d love to write this, but I fear it’ll be stuck in my notes forever, lol, so thought I’d share!

No I love this so much!! Especially if it's endgame UraIchi and like all this courting, all this drama, all the shenanigans from all these different high-powered shinigami all trying to get Ichigo's attention and Kisuke just rocks up and gets him within a solid 10 minutes and 5 of those were spent with Ichigo purposefully ignoring him while Kisuke apologized for some dumb petty shit he did before Ichigo ended up in SS

[ghostboyravenight]

what do you mean shingami eyes is run by radfems btw? there's so many trans creators marked as pro-trans, esp transfems. and known predators/MAPs in the trans community are also marked as pro-trans. radfems are anti predator/MAP in their core tenants. i have a big issue with TERFs btw, but i think it's harmful to use radfem as a synonym for "transphobic person" or "transphobic woman". you need to believe in the non-transphobic aspects of radfem (abolish male supremacy, anti fgm, etc etc) because there are many women who don't like sexism and are transphobic but aren't radfem/TERF. it waters down the meaning of feminism for everyone. i'm really sorry about your mom though. that's evil what she said. that's not what a real feminist should ever think, TERF or not. cis women can be born with bottom growth too :(

The thing with the term “radfem” is that it has always aligned itself with TERF ideology. I’m sure there are feminists out there attempting to reclaim it into something different, but the foundations of radfeminism is built on the exclusionary politics of TERF ideology, and always will be no matter how much anyone tries to clean it up and repackage it as something else.

A few years ago, radfems and TERFs were making it no secret that they were the same people, but with the growing animosity towards the term TERF, they settled for “radfem” to hide their true, anti-trans motives and thus claimed that TERF was a slur (despite them being the ones who originally coined the term).

I don’t believe you can separate radfeminism from TERFism, because TERFs sure as hell haven’t, and the two ideologies work under the same belief system. Their exclusionary nature was born from decades of feminist separatism, beginning with the segregation of black and white suffragettes in the 1900s, then the exclusion of lesbians in the 70s, and finally at trans people today. It is an inherently racist, homophobic and transphobic ideology, and even if someone has tried to turn it into “trans-inclusive” I would not feel in the least bit safe around someone who still hangs around and sympathises with the most virulently racist and anti-trans TERFs.

With all that being said, if we’re referring to transradfeminists specifically, the majority of them are still exclusionary of trans men (particularly TMOC), non-binary people and intersex people, because again: radfeminism is an inherently exclusionary ideology that does not allow intersectional feminism within its framework.

This is what I mean when I say Shinigami Eyes is run by radfems, because blogs by trans men/mascs, non-binary people and intersex people are being disproportionately targeted just for speaking about our oppressions, while accounts that say truly egregious stuff about us are still marked trans-friendly:

Anyone excluding us from their so-called feminist activism is a radfem, and trans people aren’t safe around them. A lot of accounts marked green haven’t even been trans people, and have instead been cisgendered radfems using this extension to cause divides in the first place. TERFs are using Shingami Eyes to their own advantage by mass marking trans blogs as red in order to isolate them from their own community, and Shinigami Eyes is doing very little about this.

The point is, Shinigami Eyes is not reliable in the slightest. People need to start making their own decisions on what blogs to follow, because unquestionably trusting an extension that can easily be abused by TERFs, radfems and transradfems (or cis people masquerading as transradfems because that is also a strong possibility; TERFs will create blogs pretending to be a trans person in order to make them look bad to the rest of the community and sow the seeds of dissent) is going to lead to echo chambers being formed amongst transphobic blogs while blogs who try to talk about their experiences and oppressions, or who are simply focused on trans liberation rather than petty infighting, are being isolated from their own community.

Also, in response to you saying we can believe in the feminist beliefs of radfeminism without the transphobia, you’re right! That is called intersectional feminism, and it is the ideology I subscribe to. Radfeminism is an exclusionary subset of feminism, and transphobia is deeply rooted in its politics regardless of individual radfems trying to be trans-inclusive. Intersectional feminism instead focuses on intersecting identities and how those shape a person’s experiences with oppression under a cispatriarchal society. Funnily enough, radfems do not seem to want to let go of their radfem label in exchange for a better, more inclusive form of feminism, which is why I struggle to not assume that the majority of them still hold the same transphobic and racist ideas as their more vocal counterparts, even if they pretend otherwise.

[alexiethymia]

recent hitsuhina/momo things (that I just caught up on) that made me happy

Bleach High School Warfare: When I saw Momo, I *screamed*. She looks so cute, especially with her grumpy face. Momo rarely gets drawn in any extra material, so I ABSOLUTELY FReaked. When you’re a Momo fan, crumbs are practically a feast. So muuuuch potential for delinquent-disciplinary committee-childhood friends dynamics. It gives me Keiko and Yuusuke vibes 😤. I can’t believe we have an official High School!AU for them now. I need plot pleaaaase.

Bleach Brave Souls: Hinamori in her beautiful kimono for the flower viewing series. I love the colors. I love the Tobiume hair clip (seriously where does she get her personalized and customized hair clips??). She looked like how I imagined her bankai!self would look like, except with longer hair for the future.

Rebirth of Souls: Thanks to @rays-of-fire-and-ice for letting the HitsuHina community know about it! I ended up watching Toshiro’s secret story on youtube. I don’t know how different the English dub and the original Japanese version are (and I really want to knowhow it was said in the original Japanese), but I CANNOT believe (yes I can) that despite how many years later I still love hitsuhina so much. Hitsugaya once again reaffirms that Hinamori is the person who matters most to him. I love that Shinji is the one to have a hand in bringing them together (Rangiku too when she brings news that they can visit Momo in the earlier part of the story). He doesn’t need to know Momo’s lifestory, but I love that his way of making sure she’s ok is to make sure she talks and reconciles with her childhood friend. It semi-confirms what we knew all along. Shinji ships it. On a more serious note though, it makes sense that Shinji is big on communication considering his experience with his former Vice-Captain (*ahem*), but also that he along with the other Vizards know what it’s like to be robbed of their time. He knows that despite how long they have as shinigami, time is still precious and should be spent with loved ones.

Rock Musical Bleach - Arrancar The Final: I don’t know how accurate it is, since I’m just basing this on Tama-chan’s posts over at twitter. But I DID see some photos, so I was pleasantly surprised since I didn’t see her in any of the promotion materials for the musical. BUT apparently, Momo does appear in the latest RMB! (There were two cute photos of the actress playing Momo with the actor playing Hitsugaya.💕) AND OF COURSE, they had to show that heartbreaking scene (which goes to show how iconic it is). And apparently (at least according to Tama-chan’s drawing if google translate is to be believed), in the musical version, Hitsugaya continues hugging Hinamori, even after he’s been defeated by Aizen. It reminded me of @bleachbleachbleach’s fic For The Sake of the Children. Connecting it with the anime, it’s not farfetched to imagine Hitsugaya pulling himself, crawling, even bloody and one-armed to get to where Hinamori is, trying his best to heal her, channeling his own depleted reiatsu to her just to save her, get her to live, or if all hope is lost, and they’re both at death’s door anyway, to comfort himself and her that at least they’ll die together. (Great, now I made myself sad.😭)

Even while waiting for the new cour and new material, I’m happy that there’s still new stuff to get excited about for my favorite ship.

[kaibutsushidousha]

Opinions on The Hundred Line story and characters?

Ok, now the prologue is finally finished and I can write the 0 endings version of this post. Hopefully the 100 endings versions will follow along in less than 5 years.

I'll first leave the tl;dr version of the post outside the cut, then get into more detail about each student below. Check also my livetweet thread more pinpoint thoughts on specific scenes, language version comparisons, and way too much thought put through put into Omokage's silly dialogue.

Not much to say yet about the general arrangement. The prologue goes by with a decent amount of lore reveals, the revelation that our perspective on the war is still very wrong, and no clear indication of which plot points matter and which are misdirection. The only character we had a chance to talk to someone in the school invader side is the commander-in-chief, who openly follows a different cause from her fellow commanders. Now that Takumi learned Invaderese the Kirby way, I would expect a route where he hangs out with the commanders, but I feel like if something like that existed, I would have already heard about it. Let's get to the students at Last Defense Academy, then.

Takumi Sumino is definitely one of the Kodaka protagonists that exist. He has a decently defined identity as the dude who got himself engaged to a heavily dependent girl at around age six and then nothing ever happened in his life. He's generally harmless, at least without me having the opportunity to make evil choices for him, and can easily be cool when he needs to. But one major thing I still don't get is the Watsonian reason for him to have Special Review. Class Weapons and Specialist Skills are embodiments of their personalities, so I'd expect the power of redo to belong to someone more introspective and regretful.

Takemaru Yakushiji was, at all times, 100% exactly what he looked like. The 80s shounen delinquent archetype played to letter, even more so than Oowada. It's maybe exaggerated a little with him having multiple volunteer jobs caring for the elders and whatnot. It gets to the point that he genuinely feels like he's not punk enough to fit his aesthetics. He's a central positive figure to his wider community both in the TRC and the LDA (see how he's the most valuable source of support in every persuasion arc), and understands strict laws as something meaningful and necessary (see how more often than not he finds himself agreeing with Shizuhara's points despite repudiating her methods to get at it). Even the violence he warns about first thing talk to him is something he proves to be perfectly contained about. The only punk thing about him is being an underage biker, really.

Hiruko Shizuhara is not there for long. But perhaps her short presence is exactly what allows her to be such a transcendently good source of friction while she's around. Regardless, she's gone precisely when she's about to open up, so I can't say I have an opinion. I unfortunately don't have her backstory novel, but I feel like this would have been the ideal time to read it if I did. I have to say it's pretty funny how DR's and THL's underage biker characters feel so similar to each other while the discipline monitor characters feel so incredibly different. The only thing Ishimaru and Hiruko have in common is being paired primarily with the biker thug.

Darumi Amemiya is what if Rain Code's Shinigami was actually funny. The answer, unfortunately, was that good jokes don't solve the problem. While Darumi does drop occasional hints to a serious backstory with a lot of potential, her default contribution to the story is undercutting good moments with out-of-place gags, and failing to at least generate friction from her incompatibility with the group because no one ever gives her attention. If anything, it's sometimes extra frustrating that her jokes are good and her only problem is that she's telling them at the wrong time. Unfortunately, this intrusiveness is something I don't believe will ever go away, so she has to go into the disappointment tier. I have no idea how good her serious content will need to be to offset this. One major positive I have to bring up is that I love how she never gets over simulation complex. Instead of learning to believe what's happening is real, her progression is about initially guessing the wrong genre for the game she's in, and over time developing a very precise understanding of what The Hundred Line's game design looks like from the player's perspective. 10/10 bit in a vacuum, I wish didn't have consequences for the tone of the scenes she's in.

Eito Aotsuki starts off as the cynical and analytical classmate, 180s into the cheesiest boy to ever cheese within the first week, and then spends the rest of the run just there making innocuous comments and moving things along to the (in)convenience of the plot and most of all to the convenience of the gameplay. No one makes AP like my guy here. But despite being the strongest guy in the team, I have to admit that I didn't catch on to Aotsuki's deal as early as I should mainly because I almost never remembered he was part of the cast when trying to theorize about the bigger picture. It took until he tried to organize a second party with Gaku me to start seeing the sabotage. Anyway, the climax of the prologue involves him revealing his true colors, which look half Oberon Vortigern and half Sesshouin Kiara. And it works surprisingly well. I almost can't believe how much I felt like Aotsuki's characterization worked well for him, considering Kiara is a character that took forever to grow on me and Oberon is one I still actively dislike. I guess he just double-confirms that Oberon could have been a really cool character if he existed outside the very specific contexts of Avalon le Fae.

Tsubasa Kawana is, exactly as I feared, too normal. Her persuasion event is cute enough but definitely the weakest of the four. She does have her hobby as a mechanic that makes her useful and on rare occasions funny, but I don't count usefulness as a thing that makes characters better or worse. The best thing I can say about her is that the way her passion for mechanics extends into her being the sci-fi fan that contributes with meaningful insights to the conversations about parallel worlds feels really natural and clever.

Gaku Maruko is unforeseen goat of The Hundred Line. He descends from a joke character archetype Kodaka already worked with multiple times, so I came in with pretty specific expectations about the kind of humor he was there to deliver, and I can say I got exactly what I thought I would in that regard, but I was completely blindsided by the emotional depth he'd get at the first possible opportunity. Maruko's persuasion is bar none the most hard-hitting moment of the first 100 days. Maruko is extremely self-aware that he's the guy who can't ever catch a break, to the point he even perceives his 20 little brothers as parasites holding him back from his wants. He's viscerally furious at society, his family included, for the way his life is. To survive his difficult world, Maruko is making conscious efforts to be self-serving and self-sufficient. He wants to live for himself because it's genuinely unfair that luck gives him nothing. But he can't. He never could. Takumi persuades him by saying nothing because Maruko's problems are entirely self-solving. Being Gaku Maruko sucks, therefore being Gaku Maruko is the last thing he'd ever wish on anyone else. He works 17 jobs to feed 20 "leeches" at his group home because the alternative would be allowing them to be as deprived as he is. He risks his life fighting Invaders because the alternative is risking their lives. He solo organizes all parties in this group home and the Last Defense Academy so no one else will be too busy to enjoy themselves. He will willing grab the short end of the stick so no one else will have to suffer his rotten luck. As much he tries to be selfish, Maruko's empathy ultimately shines brighter when it counts. He's doomed to be a caretaker most of all by his own personality. I love especially how it's not even like his greed is a mask crafted to survive as a misfortunate empath. He genuinely hates his life and genuinely wants to own good things and fulfill base desires. This is the open contradiction that makes him an excellent character. I feel like this is where Kodaka finally found the solution to make his dubious coward joke characters work. Gaku won my heart as soon as he could, and did it in a way where I can't see myself ever getting annoyed at his humor, because the worst of him works in benefit of the best of him.

Ima Tsukumo is, against all odds, funny. His creep factor takes the backseat most of the time. Instead, Ima's default state is just your regular zoomer troll you can find in any rancid YouTube comments section. Even his siscon shtick is pretty tolerable thanks to how pragmatic it feels. I can't tell if that's the intention, but it works well as an insincere tactic to keep people away. Ima is defined mainly by his lack of vulnerabilities. He's distant, cautious, disrespectful, crafty, vicious, and most of all, unshakable. He presents himself as Kako's invincible protector and never relaxes that aspect even after his change of heart. With 100 routes in the game, there must be a route where Ima breaks, but within the prologue, his defenses are so flawless I can't even imagine what that would look like. With all this praise, you might be wondering what is Ima doing at the bottom of the disappointment tier. Well, the answer is as simple as "recruiting him is too easy". The prologue spends like 50 days building Ima up as the greatest challenge to the team's unity, but when it's finally time to get him, he practically goes down without a fight. Maybe there is a route out there where Ima gets to live up to his potential as a contrarian with issues the player needs to work to solve, but Persuasions would be repeat content, so I'd expect the future routes to skip or streamline that side. Maybe. I still haven't checked how this works, but as of now I don't expect Ima to ever deliver what he was selling.

Kako Tsukumo is decent, I guess. Second best persuasion sequence despite its consequences to Ima's character. Ending one of them with a "No, shut up" is just a neat idea. Her precognition and her struggles as an amateur detective who doesn't know what she's doing are good bits. She shares one of the biggest things I give praise for Yumeno in V3, which is how her change isn't easy. She's often seen relapsing to the previous terms of her relationship with Ima at moments of setback, especially in the two (three?) periods where he's dead. Unfortunately, her biggests emotional moments, namely her going apeshit because of the other twin, don't hit for much because they build up on Ima's wet noodle of a resolution. Too much reward for an anti-climax.

Shouma Ginzaki is about as easy to ignore as he claims to be, even if he never gets outright forgotten like pre-reveal Aotsuki often was. His persuasion was cute with the "it's okay to fail" message, the Kurara duel plotline was not bad, and the commitment to his allergy to conflict makes his gameplay interesting, but overall he showed nothing I'd call impressive. I feel like the peak of his potential was when the class took a POW and he started becoming the Human Pet Guy, but that's a plotline to pay off in a different route.

Nozomi Kirifuji is surprisingly functional for the designated mystery character whose mystery doesn't even get properly answered. She has a compelling sense of purpose, fleshed out reasons to be like that, an effective performance in her role as her team's guiding heart, and genuine chemistry both with Takumi and with her Second-to-Last Defense Academy friends. The worst thing that could happen to her is her conflation with Karua being her primary focus, but she gets to be her own person in multiple significant ways.

Kurara Oosuzuki is perhaps the most well-balanced character of the cast, if I had to pick one. She's incredibly funny, acts as an effective leader when needed, plays off well with pretty much the entire cast, gets a solid amount of depth in the initial scenario, and pulls off some decent drama through her relationship with Nozomi. Some of her gags definitely cross the line, but she doesn't feel less sympathetic for it since it's established that the tomato demon is a domineering persona the human Kurara intentionally engineered to be able to survive her upbringing. She's made to be offensive because that's what human Kurara believes a noblewoman had to be like. That said, human Kurara is annoying and would be at the bottom of the tier list if the site had the two separately. I'm treating her as a side character that exists solely to flesh out tomato demon Kurara, the one I actually like.

Kyoshika Magadori is the funniest character ever. She has all of Chabashira's positive energy and silliness packed into samurai pastiche, a seemingly genuine belief that shounen manga are documentaries, a little bit of an ego that makes her refuse to admit she doesn't know something, and a katana wife with a personality we have to piece together from scattered statements. All excellent bits that often come together really well. The only reason why she isn't placed second is because she didn't any good serious scene yet. All of her serious content so far has been her being extremely not immune to propaganda about the vile and barbaric enemy and shutting down attempts at nuance on the cast's interpretations of the invaders.

Yugami Omokage is exactly the fascinating specimen I hoped he'd be. A capital f Freak, but a good and reliable friend who is helpful to the team's cause, a smart thinker who pays attention to the plot and contributes with solid ideas, and his interplay of love and murder feels incredibly unique. The concept of mutual consent reinterpreted as "I only wish to kill someone who wants to be killed by me just as much" could genuinely be uncharted territory. I called Kurara the most balanced character, but Yugami doesn't stand too far. Having seen nothing about it, I already feel confident his romance route will be the best.

Moko Mojirou is not around for long, and during her little time on screen, the impostor is sus. She is presented as the heart of the Second-to-Last Defense Academy but that never clicked with me. It doesn't help that most of my time with her was spent going "Is this is a wrestling reference?" then googling it and half of the time finding out that yes, this is a wrestling reference, and the other half finding out that no, it's instead a martial arts manga reference. Her stories being lifted from manga has interesting implications, though. It's a narrative trick Kodaka pulled multiple times before to signify that either the speaker was lying about their accomplishments, or in V3's case that the world they've been living was a lie. If the real Moko also steal credits from manga plots, this could go to interesting places.

[lesbiansanemi]

request: gin, rangiku and izuri. gin lives and has to face the music

I had never really written for Gin or Rangiku before and as soon as I saw this request I knew that was a crime because I was like holy shit... that's gonna be really fun. Anyways! Absolutely! Here are 3K words of Gin lives and gets chewed the fuck out by Rangiku and Izuru

Ao3 link here!

Rangiku had refused to leave Gin’s side from the moment the battle ended. 

Even when everyone else tried convincing her to leave him, to see to her own wounds, to get some genuine rest, to eat something, to do anything other than linger beside a traitor, she refused. 

She refused to move until she knew he was going to be okay. 

Until she knew she was going to get some fucking answers. 

Everything everyone thought they knew about Gin was a lie. She’d felt that way from the moment Gin betrayed Soul Society for Aizen, but the feeling had only grown deeper from the moment Gin turned on Aizen. 

Why? 

Why had Gin done a single thing he ever had? 

How could she leave his side until she knew the answer to that question? How could she ever know peace? If he died leaving her alone with these questions, she—she—

Well, she wasn’t sure what she would do because Gin wouldn’t be here so she couldn’t exactly threaten him. 

He would survive. Unohana herself had confirmed that after treating him. She had not seemed thrilled by the prospect of treating him nor his survival, but Rangiku could not find it in herself to care. She knew things would likely not go well for Gin once he regained consciousness. Soul Society was still struggling to get back on its feet after everything that had happened in the past year, but Gin was not going to slip through the cracks in the foundation. 

He’d had a hand in creating too many of those cracks. 

They could figure that out later though. Even if he ended up in prison, it wouldn’t go so far as Muken. She could visit him. Of course she could. They could… 

They could what…? 

Well, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered until they had a conversation that couldn’t be interrupted. Not until Rangiku got the answers that she deserved. 

So she lingered by his bedside, watching him, being closer to him than she ever thought she would be again. Sometimes she swore she could still feel his fingers around her wrist, that he still gripped her there like he did the day he betrayed her. 

But there was nothing. 

For so long, Gin had been gone, and now, he was a lifeless body in an infirmary bed surrounded by kido. 

Shoji slid open, and Rangiku glanced out of the corner of her eye. There were only a few people who would bother to come check on her, on either of them, at such a late hour. Either it was Hitsugaya coming to try and convince her to go home and get some actual rest in an actual bed, or it was Izuru. 

The only other person who gave a damn if Gin lived or died right now. 

The quick glance revealed it to be Izuru, and she sighed, letting her shoulders droop. At least it was easier with him than anyone else. At least she didn’t have to try and explain why she still cared so deeply, why she didn’t hate Gin. 

Even if he had turned on Aizen, it had been far too little, far too late for nearly every other Shinigami. She supposed she couldn’t really blame them, but at a certain point, she did get tired of attempting to explain herself. Why was it anyone else’s business anyway? Why did she have to share her past just because Gin had gone and done all this stupid fucking bullshit and never once explained himself! 

“You look angry,” Izuru commented as he sat down next to her. 

“He pissed me off,” Rangiku muttered with a harsh glare towards Gin. 

Izuru sighed, crossed his legs, propped his elbow on one, and rested his chin on his fist. “Yeah. He does that. He wake up any today?” 

“Nope,” Rangiku answered, popping the p. “If he did, I think all of the Sereitei would have heard me.” 

She expected at least a huff of laughter, but Izuru offered her nothing. Damn. 

“Tough crowd,” she said. “What’s for dinner?” 

“I’m not going to keep bringing you food. When was the last time you left for anything? You need a shower,” Izuru said. 

“Rude.” Rangiku turned her nose up. “You know, this is why no women are ever interested in you. You go around telling them that they stink.” 

“Well you do and your hair is greasy.” He held out a bento box. “Don’t get excited, it’s just plain rice because that’s all I felt like scraping together.” 

Rangiku groaned. “Yet more examples of why you can’t attract a woman.” She wondered if he would bring some dried persimmon if she asked. Maybe if she mentioned they were Gin’s favorite. 

Did Izuru even know that? Gin’s favorite food? Did he tell his lieutenant things like that? It wouldn’t surprise her if he hadn’t. 

“He looks weird without the stupid little smirk on his face,” Izuru said, resolutely ignoring her jab. 

Rangiku turned her attention back to Gin. He really did look so serene like this. Izuru was right, while he had naturally sharp features that lend themselves well to the persona he loved so much, it was nice to see him without that little smile he always wore. 

It reminded Rangiku more of when they were kids. He’d been so much more… genuine. 

But then, he’d never been more genuine than when he betrayed Soul Society—betrayed her, and then again when he was on his deathbed… 

I’m glad I got to apologize to you. 

As if he’d done any such thing. As far as Rangiku was concerned, the apologies didn’t mean shit without explanations to go with them. 

She took the rice from Izuru, popped open the lid, and resigned herself to a flavorless dinner. At least it was filling. 

At least she didn’t have to leave Gin. She could be right here to ambush him when he woke up. As revenge. 

Not because she was worried about the asshole and just wanted to see him alive and breathing after what Aizen had done to him. 

She and Izuru lapsed into comfortable silence. This had become a routine the past week, after all. And she and him had mourned Gin together before. After his betrayal, no one really understood how they felt except for the other. 

So this was nothing new. It was simple. It was… easy. 

She expected it to be another quiet night, and after she finished eating, she’d nod off at Gin’s bedside, and Izuru would leave as silently as he came in, and rinse and repeat. 

No, she wasn’t expecting ice blue eyes to crack open. 

She dropped her chopsticks, her bite of rice falling with them. Her mouth fell open in shock, and she hurriedly elbowed Izuru in the side, as he had gazed off to the left and utterly zoned out. 

“Gin!” She leaned over the bed, her eyes going wide as she watched him crinkle his nose in displeasure, and groan on his lips as he rejoined the world of the… Well, not the world of the living, she supposed that expression did not exactly work within Soul Society. 

His eyelids fluttered, and as he truly woke, he squinted up at Rangiku, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was looking at. 

“Ran…giku?” he rasped. 

Izuru shoved Rangiku aside before she had the chance to reply so he could hover over Gin as well. 

“Hey!” She shoved him back, taking her rightful place as the center of Gin’s barely working attention. 

Gin screwed his eyes shut at the commotion, but Rangiku was quick to pat his cheek. “Hell no! You’re not going back to sleep! You have things to explain!” 

“Rangiku—” he attempted, his voice still hoarse and weak from so much sleep. 

“No! I don’t care!” 

“I—” The words devolved into a cough, and suddenly they were kids again. Suddenly they were barely surviving and caring for one another, sharing what food and water they could scrounge. Suddenly she did not merely want her answers. 

She wanted him to be okay. 

(It wasn’t sudden. She’d wanted that the whole time). 

She reached for a glass on the bedside table, hoping she remembered which was water and which was sake, because she had to have some way to cope and pass the time whilst waiting on him to stir. 

Apparently her choice had been correct, because Gin said nothing as he took the cup and lifted it to his lips to take slow sips of the water. 

“It’s really pissing me off that you look so pathetic right now,” Izuru said. “How am I supposed to be as upset as I am when you look like that?” 

A familiar smile slotted into place as Gin forced himself up. “Now, Izuru, whatever do you have to be—” 

“Don’t,” Izuru said, his voice firm. “Don’t you fucking dare.” 

Gin glanced to Rangiku, almost shocked by the utter refusal to play along and pretend that any of this was normal. Was he insane? Did he honestly think they were just going to act like none of this had happened? That they were going to treat him like he didn’t betray quite literally everyone he had ever known, and for what? 

“Why?” Rangiku asked. She’d meant for the word to come out with some bite, to convey how unbelievably angry and betrayed she felt. But all that accompanied the word was a miserable wobble to her voice, as if she were about to burst into tears. But she would not. She would not. She had cried enough over this stupid man, and he didn’t deserve any more of her tears. 

“I’m not dead?” Gin asked instead of replying. He looked down at his body, apparently surprised to find it in one piece, set the cup to one side, and curled his fingers a few times. 

“Yeah, thank Unohana for that later, that’s not what I was asking,” Rangiku said. “You— Why? Why would you do that? Why did you do any of it? Why would you side with Aizen? I’ve just never been able to figure it out! The bullshit with the Hollows, and the Hogyoku, that wasn’t like you. That wasn’t anything you would have wanted. I know that—” 

“Rangiku—” 

“No!” she shouted as she screwed her eyes shut and shook her head. “No, let me finish! I never understood any of it! You said you became a shinigami to fix things, but you’re smarter than that! You had to have known Aizen wasn’t going to fix anything. Even if you wanted change, that wasn’t the change you would have wanted! And then—And then to turn on Aizen at the last second? How stupid are you? No, no you’re not stupid! You can’t have just happened to change your mind at that moment. So why would you get yourself killed by turning on that monster? Why did you think you stood a chance in hell against him at that point?”

Gin stared at her, his eerie blue eyes wide for one of the few times she had ever seen. And well, at least the mask had slipped. At least there was something genuine in that expression that one so rarely got with Gin. 

Izuru laid a hand on Rangiku’s shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze, and it was only then that she realized how her chest was heaving and how loud she had gotten. She’d be surprised if no one came looking due to the commotion. The familiar burn of tears pricked at her eyes, but she still refused to let them fall. Not now. No. She’d cried enough. She refused. 

“And you, Izuru…?” Gin asked as he looked away from Rangiku to his former lieutenant. “What is it you have to say to me?” 

Izuru grimaced. “Less than her. You betrayed me. You betrayed the trust I had in you. When everything happened with Aizen I defended you against Hinamori because I had that much faith in you. And then you were all in on it together. We all must have looked so foolish to you, didn’t we?” 

“It was Aizen’s plan,” he said. 

“But you helped,” Izuru accused. 

“Yes…” Gin sighed as he looked away from them both. “I did.” 

“Why?” Rangiku asked, for what felt like the millionth time. She resisted the urge to reach out and grip a handful of Gin’s clothing to yank him close, to shake him, as if getting physical would relinquish the answers she wanted so desperately. “Just answer the damn question, Gin. What was it about Aizen that made you do this?” 

Why was he more important to you than us? Than me? 

“I hated Aizen,” Gin hissed with enough ferocity that Rangiku leaned back. “Not towards the end, not suddenly in the middle. From the moment I laid eyes on Aizen, I despised him.” 

Izuru shook his head. “You honestly expect me to believe that? Why the fuck would you do this if you hated him?” 

Rangiku’s hand came up to cover her mouth as she realized what Gin meant. Izuru hadn’t put the pieces together yet, but he would in a moment. She doubted Gin would have to actually say it, even if she would still demand that he did. Hadn’t she just asked that? What Gin had done, none of it made a damn bit of sense. 

But that was only if he had been loyal to Aizen at all. 

Gin wasn’t a fickle man. He was the furthest from it. He could not be bought over to different sides, did not and would not change his opinions. If he had been loyal to Aizen, it would have been from the start of things, and Gin would have remained loyal to Aizen to the moment he died. 

But he hadn’t. 

Because Gin had never truly sided with Aizen. 

“Are you insane…?” Rangiku whispered. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you ruin your whole life for that? Why would you throw it away for that?! You hated him, so you turned traitor and followed him, so, what, you could have a chance to kill him while his guard was down? What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

Izuru’s face went slack as he realized what Rangiku meant, as he put the pieces together himself. 

Rangiku lunged to grab Gin, but halted halfway through the motion to instead lightly hit his chest. She would never hurt him, not even now, certainly not while he was vulnerable, but gods did she want to smack him. She grit her teeth, and finally gave up on keeping the tears at bay. “Answer me!” 

“I was going to get back what he took from you,” Gin said. “I was going to make sure you didn’t cry anymore.” He reached out a hand, as if he intended to cup her cheek and wipe her tears away, but Rangiku flinched back, and he let his hand fall. 

“I feel like I shouldn’t be here for this,” Izuru muttered as he made to get up and leave. 

Rangiku’s hand shot out to grab his arm and force him back down. “Like hell you’re just leaving right now.” 

“Well I don’t want to but clearly this has more to do with you than with me!” 

Rangiku ignored him, but kept her iron grip on his upper arm. “Don’t you dare tell me you did this for me. Don’t you dare tell me you threw everything away like this for me. I never asked for that, I never wanted that, what the fuck are you even talking about?!” she demanded. “I don’t know what he took from me! He didn’t take anything! Aizen never gave a damn about me because I was unimportant in the whole grand scheme of things!” 

“No you weren’t!” Gin shouted, as enough emotion finally broke through his coolness, as for the first time Rangiku had seen since they were children, it all bubbled over and he lost control of the utterly perfect way he felt things. “He took something from you! I saw him do it to others in the Rukongai! That day you had collapsed and was left to die, the day that we met, he left you for dead after doing it to you! All for that damn Hogyoku!” He gripped fistfuls of the blankets so tightly his knuckles went white. “How could I ever let that go? How could I ever let him go knowing he stole something for you? I don’t care about Soul Society. I don’t care about any of it. But he took something from you, and it’s because of him that you cried, so I had to put an end to it.” 

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Rangiku cried. “I don’t know what Aizen took from me! It can’t have been that important, especially not important enough for this. You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you to ruin everything about yourself for something I don’t even know or can’t remember? Who cares what Aizen took from me! You were taken from me! You took yourself away from me, and that matters a whole helluva lot more than whatever the fuck Aizen did!” She hung her head as her shoulders began to shake with sobs that she just couldn’t keep contained anymore. “I never asked for this… I never asked for any of this…. I never asked to lose my best friend, I never asked to live listening to everyone else I know and care about hate him. I never asked you to give up your whole life, to die for me! Who would want that? Why would anyone want that? What do you take me for? Do you honestly think that I’m that selfish?” 

“No, I don’t,” Gin said simply. “I am selfish. Why do you think I never told you? I knew you wouldn’t like it, I knew you would want to stop me. But I couldn’t allow that. I couldn’t allow him to get away with it. I couldn’t allow you to be hurt like this.” 

“You hurt me far more than Aizen ever did,” she accused. She immediately felt dirty over the words, over the way that Gin’s eyes widened just a fraction with them, even if that was all the hurt that would ever show on his face. 

But they were true. And Gin was a smart man, he had to have already known that. 

I’m glad I got to apologize to you. 

That didn’t mean anyone was prepared to hear something like that, though. 

If he thought this was okay, if he thought he needed to do this, he had never cared enough about her. No, no that wasn’t it… he had cared far too much. 

“I never asked for this,” she rasped. “I never wanted this. And even though you lived, if you’re not executed, you’re going to be imprisoned for the rest of your life. I am never going to be okay with this…” Her hand slipped away from Izuru’s arm, the other man staring at her in pure shock over the outburst. 

She knew, in the end, that Izuru would agree with her though. 

Because who could ever agree with what Gin had done for her? 

“I won’t apologize,” Gin murmured. 

With a heavy, resigned sigh, Rangiku forced herself to her feet. “I know.” She knew Gin well enough for that, knew his viciousness, knew his love.  

He would always believe he had done what he had to, what was right by her. 

As she turned and left, leaving him behind for the first time in days, Rangiku wondered if she would ever understand it.

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM: Why is Ichigo in the Gotei-13 group chat? For that matter, what kind of unholy madness goes on in said group chat?

Ichigo is in the gotei-13 groupchat because he *is* actually a shinigami. A probationary, substitute shinigami, but still a shinigami and part of the gotei-13!

So along with his pager and badge/power limiter, Ichigo also got an invite to the Gotei-13 Groupchat, which being a reasonably technically savvy elder millennial, he immediately joined.

Shenanigans ensued:

- Everyone else in the Groupchat became aware that Ichigo was in the Groupchat when he @everyone'd in there at 2AM to ask something that weighs heavily on his mind:

Ichigo: AY YO WHICH ONE OF YOU IS MY MANAGER?

Rukia, replying in such a way that she also @'s everyone: ICHIGO IT IS TWO AM YOU ARE SETTING OFF EVERYONE'S PAGERS!!

Ichigo: YEAH I KNOW IT'S 2AM, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHO MY MANAGER IS, AND I NEED TO ASK THEM SOMETHING.

Ichigo: Is it Zaraki? He seems like he'd lose his pager and not text me.

Kenpachi: nah, if i was your boss you'd be at 11th div boot camp

Kenpachi: also, your boss should send you to 11th div boot camp

Ichigo: I can't go, it's a school night.

Shuuhei: @IKurosaki what's the serial number on your pager? You really should not have the admin privileges to be able to @ everyone like this.

Renji: @HShuuhei why are you awake?

Shuuhei: @ARenji In order for the seireitei bulletin to be distributed on everyone's doorstep by 5 am, the printing happens right now. Why are YOU awake?

Shuuhei: also @Zkenpachi: ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN INBOX

Renji: Rukia snores.

Rukia: OH MY GOD

Zaraki: how are you guys all yelling

Ichigo: It's #41266-36-423

Ichigo: FR tho, I still don't know who I'm supposed to be talking to.

Shuuhei: Huh. No idea who your boss is, but I think you may have gotten a Black-Black pager somehow. Weird.

Ichigo: What's a Black-Black pager?

Rukia: it's a class of pager that only fifth seat and higher-ranked officers are supposed to have AND THE THING IM GONNA SHOVE UP THE ASS OF YOUR MANAGER AS SOON AS I FIGURE OUT WHO THAT SONOFABITCH IS!!!

Iba: @KRukia ":Rule 12: No Slurs or other demographic insults in any official communication, including chat.:"

Rukia: WHAT SLUR?

Rukia: oh.

Rukia: My Apologies, @SKomamura Taicho. I will be more careful with my language in the future.

Ichigo: Dude don't @ someone if you insulted them on accident, just edit the comment.

Byakuya: @KRukia, since you were the one who discovered and vouched for Kurosaki, administratively, he is *your* responsibility.

Shuuhei: lol

Iba: LMAO

Renji: @KByakua congratulations, your sister is now crying on the bathroom floor.

Kenpachi: I FOUND THE YELLING BUTTON

Kenpachi: ALSO ICHIGO, WHAT WAS IT YOU WANTED TO ASK ANYWAY

Ichigo: oh yeah!

Ichigo: there's like 20 Menos Grande in downtown Karakura for some reason.

Renji: LEAD WITH THAT NEXT TIME

[chthontoya]

Uraichi, post-canon soulmates.

Post-canon.

After defeating Yhwach Ichigo can't return back to Transient world. (He have already influenced his friends and at that time he wasn't nowhere close to his prime). Ichigo becomes the captain of the 8th division. Lisa teaches him in the begining and then becomes one of three Kyoraku's fukutaicho. Hirako as captain of the 5th helps Ichigo too.

Rukia barely handles the 13th division as a second in command without a captain. She's a good leader in general but she's a bad leader of the Kidō corps and a bad keeper of connection with the Transient world. However Rukia is wonderful at keeping peace in Rukongai during cooperation with the 7th division, another division without a captain. So the 7th come to the captain commander with a request for Kuchiki Rukia to accept them as her division. She agrees.

Captain is actually owns a division without a right of succession, except for 2nd and 6th divisions. That's why new captain can change a division according to their liking without almost any limitations. That's also why frequent change of captains is a really bad sign.

During Rukia's leadership in the 13th, Kyoraku asks Tessai to take back a position of the head of the Kidō corps. Tessai agrees. More than that, he often advises with Urahara, who partially moved to the Soul Society after Ichigo left the Transient world. Because of that, Urahara's exceptional skills with Kidō, his connection with the world of living and his previous experience, it was easy to find a candidate for a role of captain of the 13th division.

Shiba got back their noble status and now include the Kurosaki family. With the way Ichigo's and Urahara's relationship develop and some tension between Karin and Toshiro, almost half of Gotei 13 is under command of the main noble houses. Jokes about Yoruichi and Ishin coming back the same way Urahara did are guaranteed.

Soulmate-au.

Soulmate is the only person a soul can fall in love with. Soulmate is defined after first meeting - the name of one's soulmate appears on one's body (or reishi body). Quinci's souls are mutated and they intuitively make both their and their mate's mark disappear/not appear. Nobody but quinci know about this.

Urahara has no idea how love feels like (he has his suspicions but there's only evidence of opposite). Ichigo knows about soulmates but has no idea why it's important. Kisuke and Ichigo are soulmates since first meeting and there's no evidence but everyone is sure about it from the way the pair acts with each other.

No shinigami know if hollows and quinci even have soulmates. During one of drinking nights, when Urahara allows his careless persona mask the true feelings for Ichigo (he can put his head on Ichigo's shoulder and only his closest friends will know how much it really matters), Yoruichi and Hirako finally make Ichigo admit that he has soulmate it's just works differently for quinci. Ichigo's is pulled by Kisuke to somewhere immediately.

Next day Ichigo appears with Urahara's name, soulmark, on his neck. His skin under it is red and blue from all the attention the mark have gotten.

Update: Yoruichi is canonically a master of healing Kido (+ we have no idea of her Zanpakutō effects only that she doesn't use it no matter how hard situation is. Maybe it is useless in close-distance combat). So yes, Yoruichi returns to Gotei 13 as 4th division captain. I firmly believe, a captain of 4th division must be able to physically subdue most of shinigami.

[catboymettaton]

this is not my beautiful wife

1.8k words / Rated M / lawlight of the dead L variety with passionless yagamane sex

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Prompt: It’s the first Valentine’s day without L. Misa makes chocolates for Light and he can’t stop thinking about L :(

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Light has never liked sweets. He’s always preferred the savory crunch of a rice cake to the sugar that coats his teeth when he bites into a candy bar. His distaste for sugar has only grown in recent months.

As a child, his classmates ignored his preferences, and every Valentine’s Day he found himself showered in chocolate. He’d hide it in his room for a month, and Sayu and Sachiko always appreciated his generosity.

But now, Light can’t hide. Misa is beaming next to her gleaming tray of honmei-choco, and he cannot reject this offering.

The chocolates look lumpy and far from appetizing. Exactly as he’d expect from Misa; she’s never once been able to follow a recipe successfully and he really wishes she’d just give up already. But he’s bound to her by something stronger than the handcuffs he once wore, so he smiles at her and takes a bite.

It’s disgusting. At once, it tastes both burnt and undercooked, a horrible slimy texture that makes him want to power wash his tongue. But he smiles up at her, the picture of a loving boyfriend, and comes up with some flowery description for how good it tastes, just like how wonderful it is to wake up with her at his side every day, how perfect and pure their love is that will bring about the New World.

It works, like it always does, and Misa ignores Ryuk’s chuckles in the corner. Ryuk is enjoying his own lovely apple shaped giri choco, although he informed Misa that shinigami do not observe White Day.

Perhaps he can persuade Ryuk to eat the rest of them next time Misa is gone. It’s too risky to throw them out himself, and it’s risky to trust Ryuk, but both of these sound like better options than forcing the rest of the tray down his throat.

The second bite is not quite as offensive; perhaps he is becoming desensitized to the shock of the taste. He does his best to minimize contact with his tongue.

There’s an extra flavor there that he can’t quite place. Something he hasn’t tasted in a long while, not since before… before…

He’s tasting something and he doesn’t know what it is. That is all. It doesn’t matter. It’s probably artificial, anyway. Misa must have used some sort of syrup to get the flavor.

It’s not important. It’s not important what it tastes like. It’s just chocolate, just a symbol of Misa’s pure and honest love, the love that hangs around his neck like a collar, shackles his hands to their bed, that lands on his chest like a helicopter — no — like a bag of rocks.

He swallows, and Misa is grinning, and he finds himself drawing her face down to his, locking their lips together and pressing his tongue forward into the expanse of her jaw.

Times like this make him wonder if he could get away with writing accidental death next to her name. Acting is a risky job; surely it would not be suspicious if a malfunction on set led to her untimely demise. But then she opens her big brown eyes as he pulls away and he reminds himself that he still needs her.

She blinks, long mascara streaked lashes hitting her cheeks, and when her eyes open again they’re inky black, pupils so large the deep grey irises are barely visible.

It takes all of Light’s willpower to hide his flinch. Misa’s eyes are brown , except for when they’re blue. He must be hallucinating. The chocolate must be driving him mad.

Ryuk is chuckling.

He blinks, and Misa’s eyes are brown again.

He’s fine. He’s not going insane. He is perfectly mentally stable, just as he always has been.

He smiles. “I’d like to save the rest for later - It would be a shame to eat something so delicious so fast!”

“Of course!” Misa pulls out a heart-shaped tin and begins setting the chocolates inside. “By the way, did you like the strawberry flavor?”

Light’s left wrist feels very, very heavy. His smile remains fixed in place. “I need to visit the restroom.”

Misa giggles. “Okay! I’ll be waiting for you!”

He locks the door behind him and splashes cold water on his face, on his mouth, rinsing out that awful taste.

It wasn’t even real strawberry. It was so obviously artificial, a pale imitation of strawberries, nothing like the real thing at all. It was a disgrace to the fruit.

He reaches for his towel to dry his face, and feels something clinging to his arm. He rolls up his sleeve to find a coarse, dark strand of hair wrapped around his wrist.

He tosses it in the trash and washes his hands, ignoring his dripping face. He starts with the backs of his hands, then the palms, then each finger one by one, before finishing with his wrists and forearms. The temperature is so high that he can feel his skin practically boiling. Good. He needs all traces of contamination scoured off and away.

Cold water is dripping from his nose, seeping down his neck towards the collar of his shirt. He’ll have to change his shirt.

If Misa has her way, he won’t need the shirt long, anyway. He shudders at the thought.

Finally, his hands are clean, and he begins to dry his face. No dark hair, no more imitation strawberry in his mouth, just Light Yagami, God of the New World, with his beautiful girlfriend waiting to make love to him for Valentine’s Day.

He’s lucky. Dozens of men out there would kill to be in his place, to come home to the glamourous Misa-Misa every single day. He’s lucky to have her under his thumb, with those special eyes that make her so dangerous. He’s lucky to be the one entrusted with the creation of a New World.

There’s a flash in the mirror of stark black against paper white. He peers closer, and sees nothing but his own ordinary face with the bathroom behind him. Is he hallucinating?

It doesn’t matter. He walks down the hall and opens the door to find a pillow phasing through Ryuk, launched by an angry Misa. Hearing him enter, the two pause whatever scuffle they’d gotten up to in his absence. Ryuk grins and walks backward through the wall, granting them privacy.

Misa is barely wearing anything, and soon she and Light are both wearing nothing, and they begin to do what it is that couples are meant to do on a day dedicated to love.

Light’s mind is traitorous tonight.

He never looks at Misa when he fucks her. He prefers to flip her onto her belly so she can’t see that he won’t meet her eyes. But today, Misa has asked for missionary, and so he’s confronted with the sight of her perky breasts and smooth, hairless stomach. He searches for somewhere safe to look, somewhere that will give him the appearance of concentrating on her without necessitating it in actuality.

Her neck is too slim and too smooth. Her chin is too small and dainty. Her lips are flushed with want and barely pursed open, and the thought of kissing them again churns his stomach. Her eyes are shut. That’s safe. That’s good.

He’s tracing the curve of her closed eyelid when she snaps her eyes open — and they aren’t her eyes, they’ve been replaced by twin black holes. A lock of hair has fallen onto her face, and it’s raven dark. An illusion, a glamour is spreading across her face until a dead man is staring up at him from his girlfriend’s body.

It’s horrifying. It’s disturbing. Light’s cock is suddenly rock hard.

It’s because he’s remembering that he won, he reasons. The sheer joy of victory is what’s affecting his body so strongly. He thrusts into the hole attached to the body that’s wearing Ryuzaki’s face and it clenches around him.

And then Misa moans, and the ghost disappears, and it’s just Light and his stupid blonde girlfriend with her stupid Shinigami eyes.

He presses his lips to hers to shut her up. He can feel his cock beginning to soften, and he has to find a way to counteract it.

He has an array of safe subjects to keep him aroused during sex with Misa, the same subjects that occupy his mind when he masturbates. The sound of a ballpoint pen on a crisp white sheet, the perfect score drawn in the corner of all his tests, the sound of his racket colliding with —

No. He doesn’t think about that. He hasn’t thought about it in a long time.

But against his will, the image of Ryuzaki serving appears behind his eyelids. The sound of his voice calling “fifteen-love” whispers in his ears.

And now he’s lost control.

Ryuzaki’s hand on his shoulder as they reviewed data together. Ryuzaki’s limbs spread out across the sheets on the few nights he’d actually slept. Ryuzaki’s lips parting for a bite of cake, his tongue darting out to clean up the crumbs.

He’s at full mast again. Misa is whimpering and crying something that doesn’t matter.

Light and Ryuzaki at the cafe together. At the hospital together. At school together. In hotel room after hotel room together. In the back of an ambulance together. In a helicopter together.

Never more than six feet apart. Fates tied. Souls bound as one.

He’s close. He pounds harder, crumpling the sheets in his hands.

On the roof in the sun, by the light of the moon, and finally, in the rain. His hands cupping Light’s feet, pressing deep against the sole. His eyes, heavy lidded, looking up at Light.

That look. There was a hunger in how he’d looked at Light. If his phone hadn’t rung, would he have been devoured?

He climaxes with Ryuzaki’s eyes and hands and mouth and waist and lips and hair all swirling through his mind in a dazzling kaleidoscope. He sinks down, resting his head beside Misa’s, chest pressing against hers.

He wishes he couldn’t feel her breasts.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been laying there before Misa asks, “Light?”

He picks himself back up off of her and smiles. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Misa.”

Misa reaches up to wipe at his face. Her thumb comes away wet. She has a question in her eyes, and he kisses her before she can ask it.

He pulls out and she leaves to go pee. He finds that the room has grown blurry. Perhaps he should schedule an appointment with an optometrist.

He cleans himself up with the tissues he keeps by the bed and lays down, letting the sheets kiss his naked body.

He has a month to think of a suitable return gift. Something that will show Misa how much he appreciates her assistance in bringing in the New World.

Light is Kira, and Kira is justice. If Light hurts, it’s from the pain of martyrdom. The world is resting on his shoulders. There is no time to be sentimental.

He wipes his face dry on his discarded shirt and shuts his eyes. And all he imagines is a ripe, red apple, undisturbed by the clink of metal or the sound of falling rain. Standing alone, exactly as it should.

[aizenette]

Is it just me who's annoyed by how the bleach fandom expects Aizen to just complete his sentence in muken to just become a villain AGAIN? To become some god? If kubo continued the story and it went in that direction, it would be ridiculously predictable and repetitive of Aizen's character in the original plot of the fake Karakura town arc.

During imprisonment in CFYOW, Aizen would most likely see the wrong in his ways as he reflects how he lost everything just because of his hunger for power.

He lost all of his positions.

He lost respect.

And he lost freedom.

If Aizen were to complete his sentence just to become a villain once again, he'd definitely be defeated by some new gen hero and be cast back into Muken for an even longer sentence because he's immortal so he can't die and besides, the hero will ALWAYS WIN. And if Aizen really completed his whole 20,000 year sentence and was released, anyone he knew would be dead by then so it wouldn't matter. It would be a new world he'd have to adjust to and it sounds horrible trying to adapt to living in it once again after so much time has gone by as the soul society would've drastically changed in that span of time.

I personally prefer the plot of the novel named 'the captor and captive's liberation of muken' where twenty-four years after Aizen was imprisoned, a character named Tanisha Chodhori becomes the warden of Muken and she liberates Aizen because she offers him redemption in exchange for his companionship to explore a new trajectory in their lives, without the soul society.

And in TCACLOM, Aizen would have a much more satisfying character conclusion than what we got of him acting all eepy in Muken in the epilogue of the original manga.

He would have freedom.

He would no longer be lonely.

He would still be the intelligent, powerful shinigami he was, he'd just be a more better version of himself.

[ladyemberswrites]

There is something interesting about Orihime being absolutely terrified of Hollow!Ichigo and Orihime who looked Ulquiorra in the eyes and told him, she wasn’t afraid of him, before reaching out her hand to touch him. Like!!! Like!? She was absolutely shit your pants Terrified of the guy she was crushing on, but not the guy that literally kidnapped her and was basically her jailer.

Interesting how she was willing to step up and slap this guy and argue with him, but won't do the same with the guy she has feelings for. I mean it does go to saying how much she idealizes Ichigo in her head, having strong opinions about who he is and what he should be to her, despite Ichigo being, well, Ichigo. Ichigo being a fighter, Ichigo desiring the power to protect, Ichigo that does crave the battle, he was literally brought of his depression after becoming a shinigami and fell back when he lost his powers.

Orihime doesn't see that, we literally have a panel of her envisioning him as fairy tail prince, which is absolutely nothing like him at all. He's rude, abrasive, callous, implusive, not above using violence to make a point, self sacrificing to pretty good extreme and Orihime doesn't really see it, or him for that matter. Ichigo being who he is and what he is breaks that ideal image she has of him and so, she can't accept Ichigo as he is.

With Ulquiorra there is no ideal image to break. Not pedestal to be placed on. She sees Ulquiorra as he is and what he is.

[kiyomitakada]

what do you think misa would do with the death note if rem had brought it to her before light got his? or if light never got his?

oh my god hi thank you so much for the ask!!!!

so. hmm. misa immediately uses it to kill her parents' murderer, definitely — it's canon that she wanted to kill him even before kira appeared. since rem is the one who gives her the death note, she wouldn't go through the "is this a prank" phase light does. [not supported by canon but: i like to think she'd make his death hurt.] she also takes the shinigami eye deal, since she did in canon for non-light-related reasons (in case she ever runs into a stalker again, i'm guessing).

preface that this ^ is the only part that i'm sure of, everything else is entirely speculation that i could be convinced out of. but here's what i'm thinking so far:

it's tempting to say she'd kill people who wronged her/who she was jealous of as well, petty murders, but i don't think so. she knows kiyomi's and yuri's and mayu's names by the time she regains her memories but never actually writes them down (and we know she's good at cyberstalking so it's not a matter of whether she knows their faces or not)…

so instead i think she mostly goes after stalkers and similar forced-entry home-invasion murderers because she's never gotten over her parents, ever. (i deliberated for a bit over if she'd even want to use it, since misa doesn't care much about justice as a concept, but i really do think power like that is addictive.) misa doesn't particularly want to be god, and she doesn't really believe in establishing peace through fear as much as just killing all her enemies [live fast! die young! slay all my enemies!], so she mixes up the methods of death*. why would she want to be caught? the world probably doesn't even notice kira is a thing now, since misa is mostly focusing on japan. maybe a few reports about dropping crime rate but that's all.

[*honestly i have not convinced myself yet on this point. is misa lonely enough that she'd want her murders to be noticed? would she become kira just to have an adoring fanbase? we know she agrees with light's agenda, but would she have the motivation to start it on her own?

i debated myself on this for ages, but eventually decided that if you want to read that version of reality you should just read this fic instead because it's gorgeous and incredibly underrated and answers this question exactly. also it has kiyomi and mikami and naomi in it. but let's go in a different direction here.]

even better: gelus's death note isn't labeled DEATH NOTE, it's labeled ARVC-5 (fun fact, that's an irl gene that can cause sudden heart attacks!), so it's not suspicious and besides misa's already goth so she doesn't even bother hiding it much.

then either one of two things happens:

A) light comes into the picture

misa is kind of fucking annoyed now. in canon she's grateful to light for killing her parents' murderer of course, but in this universe that doesn't happen, so: this guy is making everything?? so obvious?? he killed someone on live television????

misa quickly realizes that the second kira is trying to establish a greater sort of justice, though, so she calms down. sure, why not, that's a nice goal. this is a much more selfless person than her, that's for sure.

the problem is that her group of people to murder overlaps strongly with light's. misa realizes this immediately, as in canon (where she murdered two celebrities to prove she was the second kira, picking victims she knew light wouldn't so the deaths wouldn't collide). if she keeps killing without coordinating with the new guy, he'll find out she exists, and she'd rather that happen on her terms and not his. she debates just sitting back and letting him handle things, but… no, what if he messes up? what if he's not as thorough as her? and besides, this is the only man on earth who could possibly understand what she's going through!

("i'm here too, you know," rem says.

"you don't count," misa dismisses. "you're not, like, human or anything.")

so she puts her plan in motion. i think she does this pretty much the same way, except that when the task force & co. respond to her tape (with light writing the whole "i'm the real kira and i don't think you should be threatening actual police officers" thing) misa isn't desperate enough to just concede. is this guy stupid or something? they need to kill L! (well, L's been kinda useless so far, but isn't it about the principle of the thing? didn't he kill lind l tailor??) so she sends the tape thanking kira for the response, but keeps insisting on showing L on live television. since kira is obviously incompetent, she also sends him the diary page right then and there.

this sends the task force into a bit of a panic. if L goes onto tv it's game over so they have to catch the "new" kira before then. and they've only got four days!

their only lead to the identity of the new kira is the fingerprints left on the tape envelopes. aizawa is ordered to look up the fingerprints in the npa database but doesn't find anyone (because misa's friend hasn't been arrested for any crimes and so her fingerprints aren't in there). light is fucking delighted. whoever this man is, he's smart! he didn't fall for L's tricks!

aaaand okay i was going to figure out the whole plot but i genuinely have no idea how L & co are getting out of that one so i'm stopping here. in broader terms: misa finds light regardless and they team up. misa still asks to be his girlfriend and still threatens to kill any girl who light talks to but doesn't give him her death note, which surely will not backfire. in general terms i think they start out on much more equal terms because misa doesn't see him as her savior but does still say she fell in love with him at first sight. iiii don't know if they devolve into canon dynamic over time or not, someone who understands yagamane better can handle that lmao (please feel free to add on to this post!!)

B) light never shows up

honestly? i think this is the worse end. misa's motive is less prevention and more punishment imo (not that we really get much of her motive in the first place), so she never really runs out of stalkers or burglars to kill. she becomes a model, and then an actor, still. sayu likes her movies and light only knows her name in reference to his sister's infodumps. maybe she marries someone; she tries to put it off because she's searching for that one true love, her soulmate, the other end of her red string, but she never finds him and she's turning thirty soon and if she doesn't marry soon her beauty will run out and no one will want her so she traps herself into marrying someone who is desperately in love with her (and reminds her of rem) (rem has no comment on this). if he ever tries to assault her, she reasons, she can just straight up kill him. he doesn't. but she never does love him, either.

and so misa amane dies alone. as she always does.