#bleach au

[awkwardrains]

I already read the fanfic and... Is this how it ends?! I need more! What happened next?! What happened to Hollow Okarun and Momo?? I mean she looks scared and incredulous to see the boy she loves so much turned into a Hollow, but what happens next??! What happened with Seiko?! Wait Turbo granny is also Hollow? Aaaaaah sorry, I went crazy for a minute, very good fic, your writing is very nice and detailed.

Thank you so much!

No that's now how it ends. I'm just slow on updating it XD. There will be more chapters, just gonna be a bit due to work and irl things! I'm glad you enjoyed it though!

[johannepetereric]

Btw if you’re a fan of “Somebody actually pays attention to Saiki’s quirks without making fun of or disregarding it” fics, I made a crossover one

”The younger Kurosaki family [Ichigo, Orihime, Kazui, and Kai] move to Hidari Wakibara Town (wherever it is that the Saiki family) to start their own independent life away from their hometown.

Kurosaki Ichigo decided to work at the local high school.

Since one Saiki Kusuo cannot see or sense ghosts, Toritsuka forgot to tell him that a superpowered presence that rivals even the telepath is among the staff.

*Good grief.*”

[astrered]

Bleach AU: Visored Role Swap

AU in which the people sent to investigate during the Turn Back The Pendulum Arc change.

Kensei and Mashiro still go, because it is the job of the 9th division to investigate, but when the situation becomes too dangerous, Yamamoto chooses different people to come assist them. Hiyori is still sent after them, because they need the expertise of the Twelfth Division, but it is during the following meeting that things change.

It is still Ushoda Hachigen who follows, his talents in Kidou far too valuable.

Instead of Hirako Shinji, the one sent is Sasakibe Chojiro – because Yamamoto’s lieutenant is as strong as the younger captains, so there is no reason for the old man to worry. Shinji stays behind, keeping a watchful eye on his lieutenant – or so he thinks, because he doesn’t know Aizen enough to notice that the man hidden by an illusion isn’t Aizen at all.

Instead of Aikawa Love, Ukitake Juushiro is sent – he is old and strong, trusted by Yamamoto, and he worries about the younger Shinigami.

Instead of Otoribashi Rose, Shihoin Yoruichi is sent – fast and ready to investigate the scene, confident in her experience and abilities as Captain of the Second Division.

Instead of Lisa, it is Kuchiki Sojun who comes along, because he may be sick but he is still a lieutenant and he has been feeling so much better lately, going as far as accompanying his father to the meeting, and so Kuchiki Ginrei isn’t worried – at least not more than usual – when Sojun volunteers to go.

And so they leave, never to come back.

They do not escape Aizen’s experiments, and the Hollowfication begins though its victims are slightly different.

Urahara and Tessai save them, as Urahara still came to save his lieutenant, and are framed for a crime they didn’t commit.

But it is not Yoruichi who saves them from Central 46. A disguised Soi Fon, young but oh so fast and furious, desperate to know what happened to her Captain because while she greatly dislikes Kisuke (but not hate, not when there is no betrayal and feeling of having been left behind for another) she wants answers and he has them. With her Captain’s life in danger, she doesn’t hesitate to follow Urahara.

And so they escape to the Living World.

Kaname Tousen still becomes the Captain of the Ninth Division, content to wait for Aizen’s instructions.

Shiba Kaien is promoted, becoming Captain of the Thirteenth Division but never quite managing to find a good lieutenant, at least not one who truly has the strength it takes. And when Kaien dies (or maybe disappears, who knows in this AU), it doesn’t take long for Aizen, always so diligent and hard working, to become the new Captain of the Thirteenth Division.

With Yoruichi and Soi Fon both gone, the Second Division is left greatly weakened. It is a division traditionally led by the Shihōin Family, but Shihōin Yūshirō is meant to be the Head of the Clan and too young anyway – and so the Second Division stumbles a little, temporarily held together by some members of the Ōmaeda Family until they can find a better candidate. And then comes along Ichimaru Gin, young but a prodigy like they’ve never seen before, with his ever present grin and creepy demeanour, never betraying his thoughts and feelings – yes, Captain of the Second Division is a title that fits him perfectly.

Yamamoto names his third seat, Okikiba Genshirō, as his new lieutenant – but it is a heavy title to bear, and the name Sasakibe Chojiro haunts the First Division.

Needless to say, a lot of things change – and the battle of Karakura is even more emotionally charged than it would have been otherwise.

I will try to expand on this AU later on, but I’m curious to hear if anyone has ideas!

[ashleymorey16]

[r473n]

Chapter 6 of SOULs just dropped, and I'M SO SORRY IT'S SO LONG!!

Honestly, bring snacks and some water. You'll need them.

Also... look at these two... you know you want to!!! KISSSSSSSS, KISSS ALREADY, YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!

[rikiflowers]

mystery lover

Who is this mysterious man occupying your mind?

Sousuke Aizen x female!reader, au modern time

warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, aizen is a little manipulative (as always)

words: 4338

You'll find yourself coming back to this club again and again. Rancid, fights inevitable in this club. But the music wasn't bad and the drinks are affordable for a student like you. What's more, the club is full of underworld figures who spend their free time here and mingle with people. It doesn't bother you as long as you're left alone. Your hair lies straight down your back, while light glitter adorns your eyes. You put a little extra effort into your styling today in the hopes of meeting someone special here. 

“Babyyyy”

You have to grin. The voice next to you and the arm wrapped around you belongs to Matsumoto. She finally arrived (appropriately late and slightly alcoholic, of course). “Girl…how much have you had already?” 

The person you were talking to just giggled to herself and pressed a juicy kiss on your cheek. “Why do you let your girlfriend drink so much?” you said to the white-haired man, who just grinned at her. “As if I could forbid her…” he called to you a little louder as the music made normal conversations impossible. When Matsumoto lets go of you, Gin gives you a quick hug before sitting next to you at the bar. Your eyes wandered around the crowd, searching for him. “Looking for your secret lover?”

“So conspicuous?” you murmur, looking at Gin’s knowing face. “You don’t hide your desperation very well” 

“Baby…leave her. The guy must look damn good that she dressed up like that today.” You pinch the blonde-haired woman’s side. Does she always have to be so direct? “Now that you mention it, baby…” Gin adds. “She does look really hot today.” 

“Doesn’t she ever look hot?” Matsumoto snaps at her boyfriend, who just raises his hands in defense. “Of course always, but today  a little more especially,” he tries to pull himself out of his misery. Matsumoto looks at him sharply from the side before she turns to you and orders you a new glass. Your thoughts keep wandering back to the stranger who has taken over your mind. Flashbacks pass by, making your blood boil. His soft brown hair that you could grab with your fingers. The soft lips curling into a diabolical grin as he felt you become water in his hands. This man knew what he was doing and left you standing the moment you wanted to give yourself completely to this stranger. He let go of you, his hands stroking your cheeks before leaving with a smile. 

You were standing in the middle of the club, completely stunned, completely ignoring the people around you. This man swept you away and left you cold. You saw him disappear into the crowd for a moment before you thought you had seen him for the last time. 

Your hope is not dead yet. You'll keep going to the club to see him. To hope he remembers you and looks for you. It may seem desperate, but you didn't care at the moment. As the next cocktail is pushed towards you and Matsumoto, you're grateful that you can hopefully drink your thoughts away. You literally devour the sweet drink that burns in your throat. “Matsumoto? I want to dance!” you squeak out, trying to get away from thoughts of him to distract yourself in order not to completely lose your mind (you lost it a long time ago, because since when do you make more effort for a man? Pathetic). The strawberry blonde let herself be carried away giggling while Gin wished you a lot of fun with a crooked grin. Together you dance directly to the dance floor between all the people. Immediately, some eyes were on Matsumoto, which was hardly surprising. With her tall stature and perfect physique as well as charisma, it is no wonder that she was admired. You have to grin because the blonde mostly ignored it completely. She had Gin. You were a little jealous of their perfect relationship, secretly wishing for yourself too, even if you can hide it well behind your 'fuck-it' attitude. The music sets the rhythm in which you let yourself drift. With your hands on Matsumoto's body and vice versa, you blend into the dancing crowd. You squeal in delight as the DJ starts playing a good song. Perfect. Everything was perfect. If it weren't for his face that suddenly appears and you think you recognize it in a millisecond. Your eyes widen and you lose your balance for a moment. Your friend recognized this immediately and held you for support. "Are you good? Are you sick?” she shouts worriedly in your ear, “Do you need some water?” You shake your head. “Everything’s fine…I lost my balance for a moment,” you yelled into her ear for the second time and she nodded in understanding. You didn't want to tell her about your hallucination, lest you seem even more pathetic. 

You continue dancing with the blonde, trying to concentrate on the music again. God, how annoying you are right now. After four more songs, you both decide to go to the bar for a moment. Matsumoto wanted to get her kiss from her boyfriend, which she said she truly earned after dancing. Laughing, you make your way to the bar, Gin's light hair is clearly visible in the crowd. Someone is standing next to him, chatting animatedly with Matsumoto's friend. The closer you get, the sicker you get. The man who talks so lively with Gin is none other than him. What a twist. What a damn coincidence. He turns to you and his look spoke volumes. He knew it. His smile betrays it all. You feel hot and cold and that tingling feeling in your body became stronger. Was it a signal to run away quickly or was your body in anticipation? In your condition you couldn't tell the difference anymore. 

Matsumoto fell into her boyfriend's arms while you just stood awkwardly next to her, avoiding his gaze. Everything inside you was tense. "Oh, Sosuke"It's nice to finally see you again!" said Matsumoto happily, literally falling into his arms, which he acknowledged with a smile. Your best friend knew him so personally that she threw herself into his arms. Things just got worse. The blonde let go of the tall pretty boy before turning to you and pulling him close. “By the way, this is my best friend,” she introduced you and you tried to smile politely so as not to let your inner anger show. “This is Sosuke, a long-time work colleague and friend of Gin. Finally you get to know each other” 

“I’m very pleased,” he says politely with a flash in his dark eyes. “Me too,” you reply, wanting to slap the flirtatious smile off his face. God, how that man just drove you crazy. You need another shot, even if that wasn't such a good idea just now. Otherwise you won't be able to bear this disgrace. You feel Matsumoto's grip on your waist as if she was trying to tell you something. “Gin and I will be right back…get to know each other more,” your best friend winks at you and you just hate her more than anything right now. You glared at her as she just laughed and disappeared into the crowd with Gin in her arms. 

“They won’t be back anytime soon” 

You jumped when you heard his deep voice right next to you. He had leaned down slightly towards you. Shivers race down your spine. “You can stop playing your game,” you tell him, harsher than you intended. You didn't want to show him how much his farce annoyed you. His smile only grew wider. “What game?” It was seething inside you. Arrogant asshole. Damn pig. 

“I can literally hear you insulting me with countless swear words in your beautiful little head,” he mentions with a wink, casually rocking the scotch glass back and forth in his hand. “Let me hear about it, but from your lips…” 

This man was a pest. A damn good-looking nuisance. “You must think very highly of yourself for me to give you a second thought…” you reply, sitting down on the bar stool next to him (not because you want to sit next to him. Your legs are just a little wobbly, of course). 

“We both know that’s a lie” 

He leans his head slightly on his hand, the prominent strand of hair falling slightly into his face. You don't know how to interpret his smile. In any case, it was not a bit of a joyful nature. “What do you actually want from me?” 

The smile grew a little wider. He was so close to you and yet so miles away. While thousands of images race around in your mind, he seems to see every one of them. “I think you know the answer to that.” 

“I wouldn’t ask otherwise, Aizen-san” 

“Sosuke”

You shake your head. “Let’s stick to last names please” 

He laughed. “I must have hurt your pride too much, am I right? When I just left you there. You were ready to give yourself to me…and I refused you.” 

You should run away. This man meant disaster, but on the other hand you were also curious to see how far this would go. You must have gone crazy. You ignore his statement and signal to the bartender that you would like another glass. “Do you have to work up the courage to answer me?”

“No, more to put up with you,” you reply sharply, taking the glass down gratefully. He laughed darkly, you felt his gaze from the side that seemed to be studying you closely. “Gin was right…”

"With what?" You hope he didn't feel your pounding heart too. Suddenly you feel his warm breath on your ear. Shivers break through your body. "I took a liking to you…" 

“Aizen-san-” 

“Sosuke”

You groan in annoyance. “Don’t you want to give up already?” 

“Do you give in then?” His fingers run reverently through your straight hair. “You literally light up this seedy club. Not many can do that.” He touched you without really touching you. “Seeing you on the dance floor earlier reassures me that I want you.”

His words are like honey on his lips, which you secretly want to taste. Each word pressed deeper into your body.  It had been a long time since a man had even spoken such words to you. You were an easy target. Something inside you persuaded you to cave. But not quite yet. "Dance with me." She expected resistance, but contrary to her expectations, he held out his large hand for you to take. With a smile you place your hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from him.  He gently pulls you to your feet before leading you through the crowd with a firm but gentle grip. Your heart was pounding as you let him lead you. When you found a suitable spot, he let go of your hand and placed it on your waist. You look up at him before you start moving and he follows your pace. His face was filled with a variety of colors, making it seem like a painting that you could look at forever. He pulled you close, his strong hand sending tingles throughout your entire body. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you dance, tightly wrapped around each other. Aizen grabs your back, only to spin you around and then hug you back to him. He literally takes your breath away. He seemed like a natural, so you can't help but think about what else he was so talented at. You still don’t like this man, but you don’t need to like someone to fuck him-

…

Your question while dancing earlier should now be answered. 

“Don’t you want to sit down?” 

He leaned casually into his expensive-looking leather couch. His legs, which had previously been crossed, now stood next to each other and opened up. Your pulse was pounding. His question was ambiguous. His grin clearly supported this. He seemed to be waiting to see what you decided. The slightly open shirt invites you to run your fingers over the exposed skin. You approach him, your fingers twitching slightly before positioning yourself between his legs. His fingertips run over the satin material of your dress, tugging at it lightly without actually touching you. He looks up at you, his fingers continuing to dance across the fabric. It tickled slightly, making your nipples peek out from under the delicate fabric. His eyes wandered to your breasts and he touched the material there too, almost reverently. You tremble under his almost-touch. A slight smile graced his lips. The last shred of your control faded and you straddled his lap. That was your consent. In this moment, your pride is too tiny and unimportant, replaced by the tingling sensation between your legs. “Good girl”, he praised almost too gently, which only heated you up even more. Your dress slipped up slightly, revealing your panties, which already had a clear wet spot on it. Sosuke's gaze immediately slid downwards. His fingers dance along your thighs, brushing against your exposed skin. You dare more, putting your hand on his chin and forcing him to look at you. Almost piously, you trace the contours of his facial features, feeling every little bump and edge that made his entire appearance perfect. As you explored his face, his rough fingertips trailed down your back, tracing along your spine, sending shivers down your spine. When you run your thumb over his lips, he quickly grabs the back of your neck and pulls your head towards him. Your breaths mingled together before your eyes fell on his lips and you were the one who finally took the first step. Your lips press harshly against his, feeling the fire inside you that threatened to devour him. 

The older man gasped deeply into the kiss, as if he had been waiting his life to taste your lips. His hand moved to your lower back, pushing you closer to him so that you were grinding your hips against his crotch, feeling his bulge clearly pressing against you. God, he was big and strained painfully against his pants. He moans against your lips as you grind against him harder. “Darling…you can’t wait?” He grabbed your hair and pulled you back a little. 

You look at him breathlessly. “Judging by your body’s reaction…neither can you” 

He laughed. “How right you are, my clever girl” 

His compliments go straight between your legs, where it already felt uncomfortably wet. “...I feel how wet you are...” he whispered against your lips. “Lean back a little and hold on to my shoulders,” he demanded and you immediately did as he said. Your fingers claw into his defined shoulders, watching as his fingers stroked your pussy, which was still hidden by your panties. You suck in a sharp breath as he sinks his finger into your folds, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric. As if he was far too impatient himself, he pushed the thin material aside and sank his finger into your heat. 

“Fuck,” he let out when he felt how much you were leaking and wetting his finger. You bite your lip as he uses a second finger to ease the throbbing. The noises embarrassingly break the silence. “Darling…don’t hold back. I want to hear you” 

You nod heavily, gasping as he went deeper, literally making your walls throb around his fingers. “Look at you...your pussy takes my fingers with ease, like they were made for her” 

Moans escape from your mouth. His thumb on your clit almost drives you crazy. It wouldn't take much more and you would come on his fingers. All the excitement and teasing caused your body to practically collapse. You are like water in his hands. You clawed at his muscles, which only encouraged him to rub his fingers faster against a certain spot. Stars flash before your eyes as everything inside you finally tensed up and the orgasm which was building slowly, crashing over you harder than ever. You moan his name, literally falling forward, right into his arms. His fingers remained buried inside you, guiding you through your climax as he held you against him with his free hand. 

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. Out of breath, you kissed his fingertips before he pushed them straight into your mouth and you sucked on them willingly. Aizen's eyes practically pierce you as you taste yourself on his fingers. It was crazy how much your body craved him. He wanted it and you don't want to resist it anymore. His large hand firmly grasps your cheek, caressing the heated skin.

“Say, what do you want now?” He didn't actually have to ask. Your body clearly showed what it wanted.

"You"  

His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Finally,” was the only thing that left his lips before he pounced on you with his urgent lips. Sosuke reached under your butt and lifted you into his arms. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked into the bedroom with you in his arms. You barely had time to look around before Sosuke had already set you down on the edge of the bed. You sit in front of him, your chest heaving rapidly, looking up at him with your shiny eyes. 

Sosuke knelt between your legs. This strong man, who now crouched submissively in front of you, didn't let you out of his sight. His fingers dance over your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

“What can I do for you?” 

He waited for your answer. You are overwhelmed by his question because no one has ever asked you such a question. He laughed darkly, seeing your questioning face. His hand cupped your cheek. “Tell me what you need darling.” 

You still felt the aftereffects of your high too clearly when everything inside you contracted at his question. “You inside me…please,” you say almost too desperately, barely recognizing yourself. 

“I like the way you beg for it…” He pushes your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you. “...but I can't take it anymore myself. I need you” 

This strong man needed you and you needed him too. You reached out to him, placing your hand on his jawline, and pulling him towards you, whereby he willingly followed the pressure of your hand. The tall man hovered over you, allowing his loose shirt to reveal more of his smooth skin. Your fingertips wander under the snow-white fabric, touching the skin over his pants. He sucks in a breath when he feels your fingertips. Sosuke leaned down to you, kissed your shoulders, tracing his trail down your cleavage. His fingertips wandered under your satin dress and cup your breast. You gasped as he cupped your sensitive flesh and lightly pinched your nipple. Meanwhile, your hands claw at the muscles of his back, so he bites a little harder into your cleavage, only to then kiss the bruised skin apologetically. 

“Let me worship you…” he breathed against your skin before tugging at the dress and you sat up slightly so he could pull the useless thing over your head. His hands continued to wander over your panties, which he immediately pulled down and he could finally see your pussy, which was clearly shining wet. Under his gaze, you spread your legs, giving him a better view. “God…darling…” He moaned deeply, running over your pussy again, collecting your juices before sticking his finger in his mouth. He takes his finger out again and begins to undress in front of you. You can't wait to feel his skin against you and his big cock, which was now revealed when he finally pulled down his pants. 

"You’re staring, Darling" 

“How can I not?” you breathe, fascinated, grabbing his neck and pulling him down to you. “That would have been my sentence…” whispered against your lips before he pushed his cock against your pussy, taking in your wetness. You sigh, hearing him groan slightly. “Don’t tease…” 

Sosuke entered you harshly, pushing you further into the mattress.  A whine left your lips, fingers curling into the sheets. He growled slightly when he felt your warmth around his cock. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing him further into you. Something in Sosuke's gaze changed. As if the dam had broken, he lunged at you. His tongue ran over your neck before biting the skin next to your collarbone. You moan indignantly as your pussy throbbed. The feeling was electric, completely new, even though he wasn't the first you'd been so intimate with. It was different with him. “Sosuke...” you mumbled his name as he hit the specific spot deeply with sharp thrusts. “Yes?” he breathed back deeply, not stopping his movement, which caused your head to throw back with it. “so good…more,” you mumbled to yourself. "More?"

You just nod, grimacing in pleasure as he thrust slower and harder. “Look at me...” he demanded, grabbing your chin so you could look at him. Your eyes were watery, tears about to escape from your eyes. “so beautiful…so good darling…” he complimented you over and over as he thrust. He kissed his way along; wetting whatever free skin he could find. He suddenly reached under your back and pushed you onto his lap. You gasped as his cock filled you in new ways. His hands traveled over your hips and gripped the flesh. His hand ran through your hair, reverently pushing it away from your face. “The way you sit on me…so beautiful…” he whispered against your lips. You yourself grab his hair, pulling him back to cover his neck with kisses and bites. You wanted to make him feel good, want him to know how much you want him to crave you. You've never wanted to be wanted by a man like that. He growled as you bit his neck a little harder. You start to move back onto him, hands around his shoulders to keep your grip. He helped you, supported your rhythm. His hand moved to your ass, gripping the flesh, making you moan against his lips.  At that moment you press your lips to his. The first kiss you give him, driven by your lust. Sosuke immediately responded with the same hunger, his tongue pressing between your lips with ease, against your tongue. You want to devour him; want everything from him. The switch changed inside you, you grabbed him by the neck and pressed his body onto the mattress. He let it happen with a smile. “Take what you need, darling” 

You gather your strength and move your hips harshly onto his cock. The room was filled by your indignant moans accompanied by light whines. A man who made sounds in bed. You wanted to hear more, much more. You became faster and faster, ignoring the unpleasant pulling in your thigh and pushing yourself to unknown heights. It had its effect. Sosuke practically clawed at your ass and accidentally made a higher pitched sound. “Are you trying to make me cum too fast?” he said almost desperately. 

“I want to see you cum beneath me,” you say breathlessly, your fingernails scraping across his chest. “Fuck,” he just spits out, thrusting his hips to your rhythm so that you were thrown forward, pulled against him. He thrusts into you relentlessly. Your second climax is announced far too quickly without you being able to prepare for it. “Sosuke...I’m coming again,” you whine against his neck, licking his salty neck. “Let go, darling,” he demanded, breathing heavily. You don't have to make any effort to obey the command. The second orgasm falls heavily on you, you moan violently as your pussy tenses around his cock. At that moment he grabbed your neck, pulling you back at the moment of your orgasm so he could look at you. You had trouble keeping your eyes open, but Sosuke looked at you with this wild look that made the tsunami inside you more extreme. You only hear him saying ‘coming’ from his lips and he thrusts into you one last time before he moaned against your lips. 

Your hearts raced against each other, mixing into one heartbeat. The handsome man simply hugged you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Sosuke still remained inside you as you felt it leaking out of you. You didn't care. His fingers trailed down your slightly sweaty back, performing a lsoft dance on your spine. You sit up slowly, his cock pulled out of you. You lay down next to him, trying to fix your hair. He took your hand. “Let it” he said simply, turning to you, his skin shining slightly in the dim light. “I should wash up quickly…I’ll make your bed even dirtier…” 

“Just wait for a moment”  

He suddenly pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair.  Your heart was still pounding erratically as you lay in his arms. Completely sweaty and drained. Your legs feel like pudding after the long night at the club and in his bed. This moment will be over in the morning. The magic will wear off as soon as you wake up in his empty bed and are indirectly asked to leave. You try to enjoy the moment. You start to doze slightly when you feel Aizen move behind you. Only an indistinct growl escapes your lips. “I’ll clean you up quickly” he whispered to you, you felt his breath brush your ear. “I’m going to touch you” he murmured beforehand as he cleaned his remains on you with a warm damp rag. You let it happen, then feel him carefully reaching for your face and apparently removing your makeup with some good smelling remover. “Sosuke?” you just blurt out, but he doesn’t let that stop you. Your body was just far too sluggish for you to be able to do that yourself. He was soft now, caring for you, while you drift into a deep slumber, hoping it wasn’t a dream. 

[aurora-313]

I think its no secret that I've been struggling with my stories.

Black and Blue, the Visored Kaien AU, hasn't been updated for a good long while because I've bricked the story.

Every time I've opened up a word pad to update it lately has filled me with unrelenting dread. Unlike OMTSYA, which is practically flying off the pages for me.

I've falling out of love with a lot of the ideas I've introduced, and frankly, the majority of them don't measure up to my current opinions. I also feel like I've betrayed many of the characters, in action and spirit. There's no way I can really come back from that.

As such, I'm considering restarting it from scratch. Same narrative to a point but new presentation. How would people feel if I chose to cut my losses and began again?

[ururka]

You are the monster I created...

Mayuri Kurotsuchi & Nemu (brain lol)

Both Arcane and Bleach gives lot of feelings. I also have much more ideas for crossover fanarts uwu

PS You can see a letter N on the cage hihi.

[rakubalka]

Imagine if Urahara broke the Arcobaleno curse

Except Reborn's

Because he was well...his asshole self to Ichigo

Like 'should think twice before treating people like lesser shit'

All the Arcobaleno are adults, and Reborn still cursed

Reborn's attempt to threat Urahara into breaking his curse will end up with Benihime on his ass

Urahawa the moment Reborn starts making even more problems : Hello Capitan Unohona ! Do you or your squad need a volunteer on thr treatment of any wounds occurring on toddler and such ? Because we have a volunteer !

Urahara staring Reborn straight in the eyes while smiling the same smile when he gives him for target practice : Yes it is the cursed hitman ! So no need for anyone to worry about the anesthetic running out ! We can even make it educational and go to the academy!

Urahara smiling like he is the Devil : Splendid ! When ? Now if it's not a problem ? Ist not ? Splendid !

Reborn shaking because he knows he isn't getting any anesthetic whatsoever

[frogaroundandfindout]

Au where Orihime’s brother existed as a spirit for a while longer and Ichigo eventually met him and got tips about how to raise his little sisters

Also Ichigo straight up acting like a big brother to Orihime too since it’s the least he could do for his invisible co-parent for Yuzu and Karin

[magicofocs]

Strawberries and Roses

Closed rp with @cc-ichigo-kurosaki

"My name is Nasuca Burnheart. It is a pleasure to meet you." The young girl introduced herself to the class. She was a bit nervous as Japanese was not her native language so she was praying that she wasn't messing up too badly. After bowing respectfully to introduce herself the teacher had pointed out an empty desk by one of the other students.

"Thank you Nasuca, why don't you have a seat next to Ichigo, the open desk beside him." Standing upright Nasuca looked to where their teacher had pointed and nodded stepping off the platform. Sitting beside him felt different than any other student there. Glancing over she could tell he was radiating spiritual pressure. But it seemed like he was also trying to suppress it.

[awkwardrains]

What do you mean the UFO keychain doesn't exist anymore?! Wait, what did he die of?! Aaaaah now I'm sad :'((( (I didn't watch much Bleach but maybe the UFO keychain is the object that unites them, sorry it was an idea that came to me) by the way could I get more lore from your au? :D thanks

In bleach, there are creatures known as Hollows. They are basically corrupted spirits that couldn't pass on properly. In this au, Okarun is a hollow :D.

And I do have a short fic that goes a little bit more in depth. Not much, but it's something!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61844338/chapters/158131357

[stormsthatrage]

Have three (and a half?) ideas/sketches for the very beginning of the Two Idiots and a Temporal Incident Bleach AU. I made Ichigo a girl in this post because I have a deep-seated desire for more female Bleach characters that a) aren't constantly being rescued and b) aren't hyper-sexualized.

Snippet 1:

Two months after she killed Aizen, Ichigo came to the abrupt realization that she was ready to murder again. 

“Grimmjow,” she said, “if you don’t eat that somewhere else, I am going to kill you.”

Grimm lifted his head to look up at her. The rotted arm hanging from his mouth twitched as he ground down, evidently severing some sort of muscle between his teeth. This was unfortunately the last straw for the limb’s integrity; a large chunk of slimy skin sloughed off, landing on the bare dirt with a horrifically wet plop.

Ichigo told herself she was not going to vomit. 

The back of her throat tightened and her mouth filled with saliva.

She was not going to vomit.

Grimm locked eyes with her. Reached out a clawed hand to pick up the goopy chunk. Brought it towards his lips.

Ichigo contorted herself, leaning out over the side of the boulder she was sitting on, and heaved. Breakfast came up — a protein bar — and so did lunch — another protein bar.

Over the sound of her own gags, she heard him say, “And you think I’m disgusting?”

She gagged one last time, gave herself a second to be sure it really was the last time, and then reached out blindly for her sword hilt. Her fingers scrabbled over cold stone and found Zangetsu’s pommel, and then she was leaping down from the rock, fueled by the blood-thirst of someone a little too far past done with another person’s shit.

Grimm laughed as she crashed down on him, his breath powerful enough that she smelled the sound as equally as she heard it — but he had dropped the arm, and now she got to try and beat his face in, so it was a victory even if it was a Pyrrhic one.

Pantera caught Zangetsu’s edge (a brief connection, a split second of perfect understanding: grief pushed down and buried deep; a growing restlessness, born from the pointless question of now what; desperation to pretend the world remained as it was, before the war, before it was all broken, before they two were the last-) and Grimm shoved upward. Ichigo moved with the force of the block, springing backward and landing in a crouch. He grinned at her, more of a baring-of-teeth than a smile, and lunged forward.

And off they went, the two of them, playing pretend in a forest that was shrinking every day, the unraveling of reality itself closing in.

Snippet 2:

The sky was a perpetual, vibrant blue. 

Ichigo hadn’t stopped to ponder the color of the End of Everything before, well, everything ended. But she thinks if she had, she would have expected it to be black.

Black, like nothing. Black, the color of absence. 

But it turns out that the threshold of the apocalypse — where spacetime was being ripped apart, atoms and quarks torn open and destroyed — glowed.

Hat-and-Clogs had explained it before Aizen had killed him. In a twist of cosmic irony, blue was the color of sunny days and also nuclear fission. And so above them burned a spherical shell of brilliant blue, eating its way closer through the fabric of reality.

And beyond the shell, past the threshold? No color at all there, not even black, just a complete nothing.

There was a pun there, about moths and Aizen’s monstrous transformation and the destruction of fabric and possibly an emperor left wearing no clothes. If Renji had been there, he would have made it. Ichigo wasn’t drunk enough to do it for him. 

Spirits, she missed him. She missed them all, with their stupid jokes and annoying — 

“Can you shut up?” Grimm said. “I would, actually, like to fall asleep sometime this year.”

Ichigo stopped staring at the sky to roll over onto her side, squinting through decaying grass to peer at him. “I haven’t said anything?”

“But you were thinking. I know because I could hear you straining.”

Ichigo considered that, and then rolled over twice more, until she was close enough to Grimm to kick him.

Parallel to her in the grass, he tensed, bracing for a strike.

The joke was on him, though, that wasn’t her move. She let out a horrid, caterwauling wail, doing her best approximation of a drunkard trying to perform an aria. In her opinion, she managed the imitation quite well; the sound was positively, excruciatingly awful. 

Grimm launched himself across the remaining ground between them, landing on top of her and desperately trying to muffle the noise leaving her mouth. “Shut up, shut up, shut up - ”

She laid off screeching in favor of employing a technique all siblings learn early in life: licking the hand trying to silence you.

Grimm recoiled, skittering away and frantically wiping his hand on the ground. “I hate you!” he cried.

Ichigo cackled, and he turned his head to stare at her, shoulders hunched and eyes wide, posture all offended-cat. But there was something else in his eyes, too — something a little self-satisfied, maybe.

She huffed. “Go to sleep, moron,” she said, and closed her eyes. 

Snippet 3:

They stood over Aizen’s corpse. Just the sight of it was enough to make Ichigo’s hands shake with a mixture of fear and anger.

Soul King.

They had avoided this place by unspoken agreement, before now. Had wandered through what little forest remained, staying as far away from here as they could without getting too close to the boundary.

After all, why return? All it was was a reminder of how they had failed. How they hadn’t defeated him. Hadn’t killed him until he had already won in every way that mattered.

So, naturally, their return was prompted by nothing less than what Ichigo suspected was the stupidest plan to ever be created, synthesized from pure frustration, a deep lack of comprehension of kido theory, and the complete assurance that whatever they did, they couldn’t make things worse.

“The bastard didn’t even have the decency to rot,” Grimm said.

It was true. Aizen’s body lay there, perfectly preserved by the hogyoku, as the universe decayed around him instead.

“Looking at it makes me want to kill him again, you know?” Grimm added, kicking the side of the corpse. It was not a gentle kick. Something audibly crunched under his toe. “I feel like once just wasn’t enough.”

Ichigo breathed out. Breathed in. “Well,” she said, and her voice was as still and steady as Hat-and-Clogs could teach her, “if this works, we’ll get a second chance. Better make it satisfying, though, because I sure as hell don’t want to do this a third time.”

Grimm’s fangs glinted blue in the light of The End. “Oh, I have no doubt I will enjoy the opportunity immensely.” 

He crouched down and put one hand over the spot Aizen’s heart should have been. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked. “Your gargantas have always been shit, you know, and your kido is worse.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she said. “Just do it already.”

And so Grimm unsheathed his claws and plunged his hand into Aizen’s chest. With a series of crunching snaps, a wet sucking sound, and a tide of the stench of iron, he ripped the hogyoku out of Aizen’s chest.

He cradled the tiny ball of divinity between both palms. Ichigo’s hands wrapped tightly around his. The two of them dripped gore and power from their fingers.

Focusing together, with neither array nor incantation, they imagined a clock, spinning backwards, and wished.

The hogyoku glowed, awakening from its sleep.

Blue light turned blinding white.

And everything came undone.

Snippet 3.5ish:

In a shocking turn of fate, the two’s methodology was successful.

But there was one factor — one small but vital factor — that they both forgot.

The type of time travel they embarked on required so much energy because, at its heart, it required undoing. In order to write a different book on pages that have already been printed, the pages must first be erased.

Under normal circumstances, the energy required to do this to a whole universe would be so immense as to be prohibitive. 

With a hogyoku, doing so became possible, but very, very difficult.

Doing so with a hogyoku, with the entirety of the universe already undone, save for few cubic miles?  

Well. The energy for that, dear reader, is peanuts.

And so the two time travelers, who had poured all the energy they could into the hogyoku in the desperate hope of landing far enough back to make a difference, found themselves flung back not two months, not two years, not even two decades, but about two centuries.

… There was, perhaps, a reason, that when everyone was still alive, those two were never put in charge of strategy.

[timetravelbleach]

Chapter 5 is out!

[crispybonkeggllama]

""Why are you panicking?" he asks, looking at the people inside half-meeting half-lab vast room, shouting at each other, with Urahara frantically checking the sheets with data.

The scientist looks up, there is raw horror on his face which unnerves Ichigo.

"This!.." The man exclaims, lifting the sheets higher.

He walks towards him, looking at all the readings they've got.

Ah.

He pulls away.

"It's says that it's just the end of the world, why are you so worried?"

The fills with silence."

This is about all I have for this au, because I only have a idea of idea.

[lumilasi]

Finally, it is time to post this one. I held off until I reach the point in the story this AU design is for, where his face is revealed (as I'll be adding this at the end of the chapter).

This was pretty easy to make, as I just repurposed what I'd already made for his canonical story, just changed the outfit for him. (Side note; The resurrection form is actually from Angus' blood-sage battle form. Since Lucian is his doppleganger demon in their actual story, I could just utilize that for it)

Hopefully I can get back to Spooktober now, that I've finally reached this point in this story I was really looking forward to lol