#bleach werewolf clan

[epraim1992]

Gerard Valkyrie

I have a theory that Gerard Valkryie is a member of the Wolfman Clan.

I think he used the Humanification Technique to temporarily gain human form.

I think he is the one who inflicted the scars on the Wolfman Clan Elder when he defeated the him to learn the technique.

I think like Sajin he tore out his heart and offered it to the elder.

Leaving a gaping hole ins his chest similar to Sajin.

I think Gerard succumbed to the effects and transformed into a full wolf.

I think he was discovered by Yhwach and chosen to be the vessel of the Soul King's heart.

Which I think permanently transformed Gerard into human.

According to the elder The Wolfman Clan's true form is revenge.

Which is reminiscent of the Quincy who killed Hollow out of vengeance.

And is similar to the grudge they held against the Shinigami for wiping them out.

Gerard has the ability to turn into a giant.

And Sanjin had the ability to summon a giant with his bankai which I think is visual cue that they are connected and another hint of Gerard being from the Wolfman Clan.

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Jujutsu Kaisen

1. @younmexreaders -A Kind, Warm Heart A hike through the mountains takes a terrible turn when you encounter a monster looking for a snack. You are saved, however, by an intensely serious naga. You decide to thank Nanami (Nagami?) for saving you. Pairing: Naga Nanami x reader -Just Keep Quiet You're enjoying yourself on Halloween at a nice bar when you're suddenly approached by an odd man who no one else can see. As long as you keep quiet, you can enjoy a nice, kinky night with this… ghost? Pairing: Mahito x Chubby fem reader 2. @simplygojo -The Witch's Surrender When reader finds herself in a stalemate during a showdown with Gojo, their competetive streak results in some sexy happenings. Pairing: Gojo x Witch! Reader 3. @anonimusunnoaniswriting - Neptune A creature of the deep pulls you under, and inexplicably, you're drawn to him, belonging to him in ways that you don't quite understand. merman! Geto x fem reader 4. @heian-era-housewife -You Can Be The Beauty And I Can Be The Monster Things get a little monstrous when you end up swapping bodies with the very curse you were sent to destroy. Pairing: True form curse monster sukuna X fem reader 5. @lazyjellyfish300 -By The Moon The story of you, the daughter of a village baker and how you came to fall for the mysterious Atsuya Kusakabe who harbors a dark secret that plagues him every full moon. One problem: you're betrothed to Naoya Zenin who you do not love. Pairing: Werewolf! Kusakabe x Fem reader 6. @sassypossum Lingering In Perdition You are a newly fledged Dhampir, trying to navigate the lifestyle of a monster. Thank God you have a pair of beastly lovers to help you through it all. Pairing: Incubus!Gojo x Dhampir!Reader x Incubus!Geto

Love and Deepspace

1. @jasminumdew -Rafayel (mermaid x siren reader) You went out hunting to feed your sick merman lover, but he doesn’t seem to be hungry, at least not in that way. -Sylus (werewolf) Being in a relationship with a werewolf comes with indulging in his instinct to hunt, and you’re more than happy to be his prey. Ready? Run! -Zayne (x kitten hybrid reader) Being in heat isn't so bad when Dr. Zayne is there to help you through it. -Xavier (hare hybrid x bunny reader) A little discipline from Xavier when you misbehave and cum without permission. 2. @nixthisis - DRESSUP A Halloween party is the perfect disguise for your two vampire lovers to come out and play. Pairing: vampire! zayne x fem! reader with a side of vampire! sylus 3. @dissociation-station123 - Fallen He said he'd make him fall. Who could resist the temptation of you after all? Pairing: Demon(Sylus) X Reader X Zayne (Angel to fallen Angel)

Bleach

1. @seireiteihellbutterfly - The Dragon's Mate You're swept away into the watery depths of a dragon's abode. Who would have thought that this would be your eternal mate? Pairing: water dragon! Ukitake x fem! reader

My Hero Academia

1. @rahuratna - Epimetheus When a fugitive arrives at The Jaws, the home of your clan, deep in the mountains, you nurse him back to health. As his true nature is slowly revealed, it brings change to your life that is beyond your wildest imaginings. Pairing: Gigantomachia as a titan x giant! reader 2. @actuallysaiyan - Video Vamps Hizashi and Shouta invite you over to show you a scary video game they found, but really it's just to get you to consent to their own little mind game. Pairing: Vampire!Hizashi Yamada & Vampire!Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader -And Keep The Beast At Bay You keep trying to get rid of that damn nightmare, but it turns out it's not a nightmare at all. Pairing: Demon/Incubus with All Smite/Villain!All Might

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[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation episode 4 review

Gotta love how at the beginning of the episode Bambiette's girlfriends were trash-talking about her...such a 'lovely' friendship they've, wouldn't you agree?

Anyway, seeing Bambiette's maniac pleasure in destroying things and trying to destroy Shinji, Momo, and Sajin somehow made me smile. I don't know, but the fact she seemed to be so thrilled when her 'bombs' landed and how pretty those were? There was almost something poetically beautiful in that whole thing. Then again, Bambiette's reckless (stupid) nature is something I really dig as there is almost this murder-like child glee in her...

And yes! Finally! We got to see our handsome wolfman as a man! Though, just like Bambiette I felt a bit disappointed. After all, doggies (yes, I know Komamura is a wolf, but calling him 'doggy' isn't that far off, considering thanks to the evolution once upon a time dogs too were wolves...so, in a way, Komamura went backward with his new technique?) are much cuter~.

I kind of wish we would have learned more about the whole ordeal behind Komamura's clan. What exactly were his people (in the past?) do, that made it so, they had to live in shadows? Not to mention, the way Komamura's grandfather speaks, implies once upon a time they were all humans? So, what kind of 'sin' they committed, that made it so, they were turned into beasts? And it seems that cycle hasn't been able to break, because Komamura too was in his beast form... not to mention, I'm now wondering if given enough time, would Komamura one day turn out to be as big as his grandfather? Or, because he used Jinka Technique (basically used up all his powers), it's impossible. After all, before that he was a werewolf, but now he is just a small wolf...so yeah. A lot of questions, which I kind of hoped would have gotten answered or at least touched one more.

They really went with Komamura's Bankai 'this is GCI, take it or leave it'. Kinda impressive that they didn't even try to tone down that fact, but at the same time...I don't know. His Bankai looked okay in the manga, but now...it's an artistic style choice and easier to animate like that, I get it, but even so...it personally wasn't my cup of cacao. But at least the fight between Komamura and Bambiette was a very good one. I bet if they had animated his Bankai differently, doing Bambiette's flying attacks around it would have been trickier to pull. But at least now it went smoother till the end.

Bambiette's biggest mistake against Komamura was her fear that he managed to install in her. Then again...most living beings are scared of death, so it was somewhat natural Bambiette would freak out when she found out Komamura was like a dead-dead. I mean, aren't all shinigami technically dead? But because we see them walking, talking, etc. it gives this illusion of them being 'alive', but...they really aren't. They're like echoes of living that can bleed. Hmm. Then again, Komamura could be different, because he is a werewolf. Or not. Like, where goes the line between being shinigami and not being one goes? Does having an education that allows you to use Zanpakuto make you shinigami? Because Komamura's grandfather seemed to view Komamura as not being one of them, but in the end he was? Because of his "wolf spirit". So yes. Where does the line between being shinigami and non-shinigami (not soul in this case) go? After all, I feel like Komamura blurred that line and in the end owned both 'worlds' if we can talk about 'worlds'...

Even so, it doesn't make it any less sad Komamura turned into a tiny wolf in the end. He gambled it all and managed to take down only one Quincy. Now imagine his transformation had lasted much longer? Yeah, he would have belonged to those big threats Yhwach warned his Sternritters about.

Komamura's whole little arc was very emotional and I feel like despite the fact his grandfather 'helped' him, in the end, his grandfather also used Komamura. (This could explain why Komamura's grandfather is so big and old because by eating other werewolf's heart/revenge/soul, he manages to keep going on and grows bigger.) But like Komamura realized, the path of revenge will only lead to one's destruction. His lieutenant's words sounded almost hollow when he tried to reassure Komamura. But, maybe this truly is Komamura's clan's curse? The need for revenge, but against whom or what? Because Komamura's revenge was to avenge Yamamoto's death...and shinigami aren't above such things as revenge, so what made Komamura's clan so special they were consumed by the werewolf curse? Because they were willing to burn so brightly for their revenge?

Somehow, this whole episode was about Komamura, even though there were little parts about others here and there. Next time...hmm, I wonder if we'll see Rose and Kensei against that Superstar and those two 'mysterious' lights. Manga readers will know what those are~.

Oh my gosh, that ending! I just loved, loved that ending clip of Senjumaru waiting for Ichigo! She looked absolutely stunning, in the middle of her clothes, with a wicked smile on her lips.

My my. What does she indeed want about little Ichigo? ;D

Also, did Ichigo just become Soul King's spare vessel in case of emergency? ^^'

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Hunger forces you to leave the comfort of your apartment just before rain in hopes to find something that will satisfy you but you'll soon find out that hunger comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Quickly at that as an ancient beast stalks you for part of the night hoping to satiate what you've awakened in him.

Warnings: NON CON, prey predator stalking, werewolf Bakugou

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The smell of rain hangs thick in the air, curling its fingers around broad shoulders as the ash blonde snarls his lip. The oncoming storm did nothing to satiate the hunger that sat low in his stomach or the ache in his teeth as the moon hung just behind the thick gray clouds. If anything it’s as the Witch say, the calm before the storm is the silent chaos that every Other craves. The Witch, the Vampire, the Paranormal and the Werewolf share the same innate need to feed on humans in one way or another.

Whether that was their life’s blood, the fringes of their soul or sex to ease an awful rut. Even Bakugou’s burning rings of onyx could barely keep his temper in check during what the elders call “moonlit madness.”

With the heavy full moon overhead Bakugou hardly feels anything tonight, other than his normal temperamental agitation, yawning even as he ducks into the 24/7 convenience store a few blocks from his home, craving something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

As if it sat on the tip of his tongue, teasing him as he mulled over what exactly he should buy to make at home.

Being out of the country left his home empty yet far from unkempt. He had spent far too many decades away from his original home and midnight was as anytime as ever to return. Least then his parents and the Elders of the clan wouldn’t grill him on when he was going to find a mate. He can hear his mother nagging now, “You turned 25 a century and a half ago. I want grandpups and I’m not getting any younger damn it!”

He rolls his eyes at the imaginary conversation still hearing her gripe about the other established families and how their children were providing grandchildren, that Katuski shouldn’t do this “lone wolf bullshit.” His hag of a mother ignoring the fact that every few centuries there was indeed a lone wolf from each bloodline. The most recent being Touya but Katsuki thinks he goes by another name now.

Nothing catches his eye and just as he’s walking out, not in defeat, you come in. Brushing his shoulder with a shy smile and an even softer sorry before you disappear back into the store.

Suddenly his throat closes up, choking on an overwhelming smell.

On your smell.

Your fucking scent that now clings to him even as the first drops start to wash the Earth anew, even as you stand on the furthest spot in the store and the pundgant bleach cleaner the employee in the back is using can hardly stand up to you.

You smell like the morning dew glowing golden on the petals of a rose, of honey spread over bread after a long day, of the milk of a coconut on the warmest beach.

Melding together in a sympathy that makes Bakugou’s body weak, ache.

Yearn for you as he swallows down air and the more he thinks of walking away, the more he finds himself staring at you. Entirely lost as his tongue toys with his elongating canines that ache unbearably.

A chill runs down your spine, the deadly kind of warning one gets when danger is close. Close enough to breathe down your neck or bore burning eyes into the nape of your neck. Absent-mindedly you brush your hair over your shoulder, exposing your throat only to further agitate the beast that’s lurking between the chips and the jerky in the next aisle over.

Suddenly your appetite fizzles out in your stomach, a dying ember as fear begins to take root. Growing faster than a summer weed peeking through the concrete slabs. Grabbing the straps of your purse you move your way back towards the front of the store, wishing you had an umbrella for the several block walk back to your apartment complex.

With each step you take it feels as if there is another at your heels.

And another.

Whipping around your eyes go doe wide yet do not see anyone lurking in the harsh fluorescent light between the aisles of neatly packaged snacks. Swallowing thickly you step again, this time rushing into the rain as you start down the slow side street that runs parallel to a small field and a thin strip of woods. The snaking pavement connects to darker, more sinister alleyways that keep your eyes glued forward to avoid staring deeply into the dark eyes of the void.

Fear slips into your skin easily, skittering under the surface as it settles into the soles of your feet. Burning and begging for you to move, to run.

That something big and bad is stalking closely.

And so fear wins as your sneakers slip on the wet concrete as you break into a sprint under the dim street lamps.

All you hear is rain and wind rushing past you and the occasional hiss of “watch it” from those you push past, running until your lungs ache.

Searing need for oxygen, begging for you to make your breathing even despite your beating heart. Giving into your inherent need for air as you slow to a jog, daring a look over your shoulder.

See? Nothing’s there.

Your feet slow to a walk, rational mind soothing over the raging instinct of your gut, that still occasionally flares. Reassuring yourself as you keep your gaze locked to the nothingness behind you that you cannot even see what’s right in front of you.

Bumping into a solid mass of muscle makes a shudder go down your spine. Looking up to apologize expecting to see someone’s back only to see a chest.

The man has his hands in his pockets, as if he’d been waiting for you, a cruel grin set on his mouth as his eyes glow red under the weeping gray sky. He leans over to better level with your face as he parts his mouth to speak.

“Where ya runnin to, Sweetheart?”

There’s malice laced between the purr of his voice.

It's jarring, causing you to take a step back, mouth going cotton dry as your soles burn. This time you don't think twice about it, rushing across the street and soon your shoes lose traction on the slick wheat. Tickling your waist as it slips under your t-shirt occasionally during your haste. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure he isn't following you look for the man and again nothing follows.

This time when you crash into the mass of muscle you fall onto your ass, the chill of the Earth seeping into the denim of your jeans.

"Fuckin hell." He looks different now, the moon just shining through a thick passing cloud before it disappears behind the veil, "Makin me look like a creep runnin like that."

He growls at the end, two sharp teeth poking at his bottom lip, he looks ghastly, horrific.

Like a devil out of a novel with his glowing red eyes, his mass had gotten noticeably bigger but mostly it was the air about him.

Menacing, sharp and an undertone of playful you'd be a fool to forget.

Like a cat catches a mouse, not that of hunger but of boredom.

Of fun.

This time a scream rips through you, rising up your lungs faster than you can think. Crawling backward so you can both get out of his reach and get to your feet. He lets out an annoyed sigh and a roll of his eyes letting you run.

The woods come quickly and the large man quicker.

"I just wanna play, Sweetheart." His voice echoes around the woods and yet it still sounds close.

Close enough it sends a jolt to your stomach that seeps slowly down between your legs where it begins to pool.

Twigs snap behind you and this time you don't dare turn around for fear of running fast first into your assailant again. Yet his voice is at your ear.

"I said I just wanna play." A feral sound in his throat as it echoes in the shell of your ear before a heavy hand is found between your shoulder blades. Pushing you into the old wet leaves that smell of decay. Another scream rips through you but before you can finish you're flipped onto your back with a hot palm over your mouth and nose.

"Ya tryin to get us caught?" He smiles, his bottom and top canines are long. Far too long to be human, he takes a sharp claw and begins to rip the front of your shirt, "Or are you a slut who wants everyone to see what I'm going to do to you?"

Slowly he brings his claw down the cotton until the swell of your breasts start to peak out. Your fingers grips at twigs, leaves and dirt searching for something, anything to defend yourself against this snarling beast. Finally your small hand finds purchase, a small rock about the size of your own fist brings a fire to your eyes.

Brings you hope as you slam it into the side of the ash blonde head, right across his temple. It's enough to make him bleed a bit, losing his grip just bit as you squirm out from beneath him. But not without his parting gift. His claws sinking into your skin to keep you still as you struggle away, leaving deep red wounds down your sides and back.

The pain surges you forward, step after step as your lungs protest from your poor breathing.

A sob racks through your body, rain less turbulent under the canopy of the trees but still enough to blur your vision. That or it was your tears as you see your apartment complex building jutting out over the trees.

Just keep going, you just have to keep going.

Ignoring the details of what's unfolding and instead using that fear to climb the four stories of slippery steps in the pouring rain.

Lightning reaches out and a loud roar of thunder shakes the building with its intensity. Mother nature herself warns you as the blonde takes the stairs two at a time.

Fumbling with your key as you try to shove the metal into the lock as he stands at the end of the breezeway. A nasty smile on his face as he watches you panic trying to do even the simplest task all the while taking slow, calculating steps.

Finally the key molds the pins to the lock's liking and the handle collapses under your weight, falling into your apartment foyer. Struggling to stand so you can slam the door shut.

As you do you see him and another yelp leaves your pretty mouth shoving the metal door with all of your might.

Only for strong fingers to wrap around the edges, crushed from the force as he pushes the door open.

"Hey baby." He says it like he's coming home from work late. A mocking apology as if you were angry that he hadn't told you beforehand. He closes the door and the outside rain can still be sent through the ridges that can mold to powerful fingers.

Your knees weaken before they give out, tailbone rattling your spine as it hits the hardwood floor.

He walks towards you, standing over you, hands in his pockets again.

"Nowhere to run huh?" He laughs and it echoes through the silence of your apartment, "I'll give you that. You did get me good huh."

He wipes the blood from his head and the gash that was once there is no longer causing your brows to furrow. Crouching over you now he examines you, takes a deep inhale and his eyes flutter.

"Fuck." It's soft, barely a whisper and you can see the bulge in his pants grow, causing you to whimper. It pulls his attention to it and he vulgarly grabs it, "Ya like that? 'ts all for you."

He rips off the rest of your shirt and your bra with such force your tits bounce from the motion. He pushes you up the hardwood and your wet body makes the floor squeak.

His head buried between your legs so quickly you hadn't noticed until his nose was pressed into the seam. Quickly the denim is shredded from your body, careful to leave your underwear intact.

"N-no -stop." You want out and he just hooks his powerful hands around your hips.

"Why would I when I can smell arousal on you?" He growls and it's said with such authority it makes you freeze. Submitting to a man whose name you don't know.

"Ah fuck." He can smell more of you now, can smell how delicious your essence will be on his tongue. He noses your clothed cunt, the tip of it hitting your clit causing you to squirm and squeeze his head.

"Soo fuckin wet." He grows tired of you trying to close him between your thighs. Forcing them open as his claws sink into the tender flesh. Gently he presses his tongue to the wet patch, shuddering from how right he was. He does that for a few moments, nosing your now throbbing clit, tongue lapping at the fabric before he leans up some, pressing his mouth around your puffy button giving it a good suck.

The way his eyes look, half lidded and glowing with red hot lust you're shameful to admit it makes you cum. Right there cunt fluttering around nothing as you keep your eyes glued to his.

He rips the cotton away then, lapping at your cunt with no hesitation. Sucking and licking like a starved man, fingers arching into you with a steady pace feeling you flutter around him. You cum again around his hot digits. Panting and he doesn't let up.

He keeps feasting and feasting until your vision is blurred with thick tears and your head is swimming.

"Aw, poor baby." He climbs up you, now pressing into the side of your throat with his nose wet from your sweet cum, "Tired already? I've only just begun."

His teeth sink into your tender skin, drawing blood that he laps up with fluttering lashes.

"Fuck" he groans grinding into your thigh, "Got me fucked up pretty girl. Like a rut when I was a teen."

Pulling down his pants and shoving them to his ankles. He bullies his way into your wet heat. Panting from how good you feel, he gives an experimental thrust and when he pulls away for another, your greedy cunt tries to suck him back in. He thinks he'll cum already. From how you feel around his weeping cock and how you smell.

Sweet florals that remind him of a garden a long time ago. It causes his teeth to sink into the apex of your throat and shoulder. Fucking into you with reckless abandon as he chases his own high.

Fucking you through another orgasm as you whine, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, weakly trying to keep him to you now. Locking your legs around his waist as he sucks the sweet spot on your skin.

It causes you to scream out in ecstasy, body withering under his care causing his hips to stutter. Balls slapping against the swell of your ass as he tries to fuck you deeper with each sticky rope of white he paints your walls with.

He pulls away from your throat with a grunt, keeping himself inside you as he looks into your face. Lids at half mast, lust clouding the iris as something deeper starts to surface and it takes your burning heart a moment to realize.

That your eyes reflect his.

Causing that blossom of deeper emotion to consume anything else as he growls out before he crashes his mouth to yours.

"Mine."

[lepusrufus]

Are you making vampires cold-blooded animals? Or are they just cold in general? Bc I think it would be sups interesting if they are actually cold blooded animals. So vi's body temperature would mimic her surroundings. Meaning she could handle extreme environments if she works up to it. Seeing as vampires are pretty durable, they can survive super cold/hot temperatures.

Also we can have a glorious scene where Jinx goes like: "Vi? Have you been cuddling with Caitlyn again?"

What are u doing for the werewolf hierarchy? Seeing you use clans instead of pack give me hope for something not alpha beta.

So this actually had me diving into a bit of a research on metabolism and all that, so buckle up fuckers for some biology modified to fit vampires.

The problem with being cold blooded is that these animals tend to be rather sluggish. And you may come at me and say "well Alex i just saw a damn lizard sprint across me back yard!" And well yeah but they're also extremely dependent on outside temperatures, as we're all well aware. A lizard being somewhere where it's too cold will just stop moving altogether, and then if it gets killed oh well. Which is definitely not the case for our vamps here.

Now warm blood also doesn't fit too well because blood has a very important role in maintaining a consistent body temperature. And vampires well... their blood doesn't really flow right. They have a pulse but it's very faint so they can't really rely on that as much as, say, a mammal would.

So to put it shortly, vampires would be somewhere in between cold and warm-blooded. Also known as mesotherms, and a good example of these are tuna orrrr *drum roll*.... dinosaurs (tho there's still research being made there). Obviously with modifications made to fit so for the love of god don't take this as actual biology lol

So they would be able to regulate body temperature but only to a certain degree. It's kept somewhat constant, albeit lower than your average human at abt 27°C, but is affected much mode drastically by changes in outside temperatures. Vi gets cold really easily because of that, and it's why the Undercity is favored by a lot if vampires sice temperatures stay pretty constant throughout the year, unlike in Piltover.

Their pulse also increases or decreases depending on how much physical activity one does at any given time, which would explain why Vi likes to be as active as she is (which would be rather hard were she fully cold blooded). A bit of a brawl gets your blood flowing and temperature rising, u know.

Their growth rate is also a bit slower than those of a mammal, which increases their lifespan. They're not immortal, but it's not uncommon to see an older vampire reach 125 years rather easily. The in-between kind of metabolism also allows them to spend less energy that would be used in keeping the body temp strictly consistent and therefore not needing as much food. Which makes sense when blood is an integral part of their diet (abt 40% -ish) and not exactly something you can find so easily.

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As for the werewolf hierarchy, oh nononono no alpha/omega/whatever. I've been slapped with too many abo fics for me to use those terms with a straight face (to each their own of course, but I personally need some eye bleach). Plus it's outdated when it comes to real life wolves soo...

The werewolves don't really have a hierarchy actually. You could say that they tend to be more social on average and seek out company, but they have a far more.... human? approach when it comes to that.

The Kirammans kind of have one but that stems from them being a clan rather than them being werewolves. It would be exactly the same were they humans. Catherine is simply referred to as "Head of the family/clan" and the rest don't really have titles, but there's definitely an unspoken accord of who answers to who. Cassandra would be second in charge, then her siblings and spouses and then the kids.

The Medardas also have a hierarchy but with the military inclination of Noxus, again that doesn't necessarily has to do with them being werewolves.

[headoverjojo]

Here we are here we are! Halloween special!! Firs of all, an immense thank you to @estellea who has been my beta-reader and whose support, advices and suggestions made this all possible! I mean, in general without her support I would have given up like months ago and more or less half of what I write and draw is basically out thanks to her constant support even when I’m horrendously down to the point that everyone would just be disgusted. She’s more a sister than a friend and really I’d never be thankful enough for everything she did and still does. Now let’s post it, I’m getting emotional-

You can read it also on AO3! 

Of course, feedbacks are always appreciated 💖

The Secret Life of Vampire in Neapolis’ Suburbs

There was one thing that Abbacchio detested more than Giorno and sunlight. Abbacchio hated with all his heart when things changed, especially when they changed for the bad. And that change was really, really bad.

As every evening, Fugo came to wake him up, after checking if the sun was already disappeared. He had always been the first one to wake up, since that crazy month when Giorno, damn half-vampire Giorno, had vampirized them all. Well, almost everyone; Mista managed to come out alive and without the two small dots on his neck which all the others had. And he managed to because he was already a night creature, a werewolf, to be precise. He was now living a chill life with his pack, but he still came to see them every day; they were his best friends, after all!

After knocking at Abbacchio’s bedroom door, Fugo went to check if Narancia was already awake, jumping with a screech when the boy hopped from the side, howling sharply like a banshee. Narancia’s loud laughters echoed in the old house, while Fugo was grasping at the ceiling as his life -or, better, non-life- depended by it. As soon as Fugo recollected himself, he jumped back on the floor, roaring and running behind Narancia, who was already running and flying at very fast speed, still laughing. Bruno just sighed, when the two flashed in front of him, and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Breakfast was a quick affair, now that they all could eat just one type of food, but this didn’t mean that it should have been always the same boring thing. There were original ways to prepare blood-based dishes, you know. By now, Bruno was specialized in preparing blood gelee, blood puddings, blood marmalade… he had found out to be very creative, in the kitchen. A good thing, as he was stuck with a group of teenagers difficult to satisfy.

He sighed, when Abbacchio’s roaring scoldings joined Narancia’s loud laughs and Fugo’s screams. The same thing, every single evening…

“You all, drop the crap and come to have breakfast, immediately!” his voice, unnaturally loud, boomed in the house -one the benefits from being a vampire, he supposed- and, in few seconds, Narancia and Fugo flew down, in their bat shape, still bickering and crying. Bruno sighed again, while Abbacchio, livid as always, and Giorno, still with his curlers on, came down as well.

“Narancia, Fugo, just human shape when we’re having meals.” Bruno reminded and, with a pop, the two transformed back to their original form, Fugo still grumbling and Narancia still chuckling. Bruno frowned, however, noticing that one of the seats was empty.

“Where’s Trish?” he asked, looking around. Everyone lifted their heads, sniffing at the air, but there wasn’t any trace of Trish, even of her smell. They all, immediately, grew worried: she hadn’t been out during daytime, had she?!

“Narancia, Fugo, you check the north area; Giorno, go at Mista’s and search in the east and south area with him and his pack; Abbacchio, we’ll check the ovest area. Let’s go!” with a loud poof, they all changed their shape and with a vigorous flap of wings, five big bats flew outside, searching for the lost member of their clan.

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After hours of researches, they found nothing. Trish was nowhere to be found; even Mista and his buddies didn’t find any trace of her. Wasn’t she…? No, it couldn’t be. Trish loved to live, even if it was a peculiar life. Right…?

Just when sunrise was approaching the group headed home, defeated. Where was she…?

“Ah, finally you’re here! Where the hell have you been?! And what about your phones? C’mon guys, I get you’re gangsters and yadda yadda, but you’re modern gangsters!” Trish’s limpid voice reached their ears the right moment they entered in the house and the boys flew -literally- to her, scaring the hell out of her.

“What the-”

“Trish! Trish, you’re fine! Thank goodness, we thought you were dust, by now!” Narancia hugged her tightly, sniffling, to Trish’s utter surprise. What…?

“Guys, are you alright? Are you drunk? Why should I have turned into dust? And what the hell is wrong with this house, there’s so much chaos! Didn’t we have a housekeeper? Where is she?” she fired a bunch of questions, putting her fists on her hips, imposing. Everyone looked at each other, before looking back at her.

“Well, we had a housekeeper, if you remember, until someone decided that she was a good snack.” everyone eyed at Narancia, who just scoffed. “And since then, we never had one. You know… to avoid unwanted attentions.” Fugo explained, crossing his arms. Trish was as pale as a ghost and, at the same time, completely taken aback. Again, what?

“A snack?” she hoped to have heard or interpreted in the wrong way. Since when Narancia was a cannibal? And still, what about that dust thing?

“Yeah, He sucked her dry, poor Concetta.” Giorno sighed, closing his eyes. Trish’s empty gaze said everything about how much she was understanding about that situation. Now, that was weird. Why was Trish acting so weirdly? It almost seemed like she didn’t even remember that she was a vampire!

“Anyway, Trish, why are you asking? I mean, you know it. It happened little after, uh, Christmas 2004.” Narancia observer, shrugging. At Trish’s astonished silence, the group began to grow really worried. What was wrong with her?

“Trish… Trish, dear, do you remember it, right? About our housekeeper, about Mista’s pack, the explosive 2010 new year’s Eve, when Giorno woke up, at the end of 2001, and bit us all turning us into vampires?” Bruno asked, softly. Trish took a seat and that was her only answer.

--

“But how could it happen?” Abbacchio pondered, swirling a burgundy red liquid in a crystal glass. Fugo sighed, taking a sip from his own mug -a customized cup with “Edward Cullen’s a bottom” printed on-, pensive.

“Insolation.” he declared, claiming everyone’s attention. Giorno frowned, perplexed, and, so, Fugo proceeded to explain.

“Giorno, you’re just half-vampire, so you don’t count. We all know that sun can kill us, right? But yesterday it wasn’t sunny. It was cloudy. What if the daylight was enough to damage her, to, like, provoke an amnesia, but not enough to kill her? This would explain why she doesn’t remember anything about being a vampire but why she still knows where we live.” he gulped down the blood in his mug like a shot of coffee, sighing.

“We have to remind her about the whole vampire thing. We have to show her how we usually live and just hope it unlocks her memories.” he concluded, with a nod. Bruno passed a hand through his hair, leaning on the back of the seat.

“This is going to be a mess.” he muttered, already tired.

And, oh, he was right.

--

Trish had troubles to believe to the whole “we’re vampires and we’re in 2019!” story. First of all, weren’t vampires killed by sun, garlic, ash sticks and crosses? How could vampires live in Italy, that was full of all of them? Hell, Neapolis was the city of the sun, there were crosses and churches everywhere and don’t make her start with garlic!

“It’s actually pretty inaccurate. A vampire would die of garlic just if they’re already allergic to it, but it’s the same as peanuts or strawberries; crosses don’t hurt us, it was a bullshit invented to fight the fear; same as ash sticks. Our heart is already dead, stabbing it wouldn’t damage us at all. See.” Giorno explained, turning to his right side, the right moment when Narancia, launching himself from upstairs, screaming a loud “Leroyyyyyy Jenkiiiiinssss!” with an ash stick in his hand, landed on Abbacchio, playfully stabbing him in his heart. Before Trish could scream in horror, however, Abbacchio turned to the boy still on his back, completely ignoring the stick in his chest.

“It’s the third fucking coat you ruin, brat!” he roared, trying to shrug him off his back, while Narancia was laughing loudly.

“The Wednesday Ambush.” Giorno murmured, quietly watching Narancia transforming into a bat and flying away, immediately followed by a bigger and angry bat. On the floor, just a small puddle of blood and the stick signaled that something had happened.

“Why?” Trish exhaled, perplexed. Giorno shrugged, going to pick a cloth and bleach.

“‘Cause that’s how our life is. There’s not so much to do at night, even if we’re still in Passione, somehow. After years we came to a sort of routine.” the young man explained, while washing the blood away.

“Even social networks become boring, after a while.” Fugo added, while walking from the kitchen to the living room with a glittered mug filled with blood in his hands. The sight, the smell of it, were enough to make Trish’s throat hoarse and arid, as blood was the only thing that could alleviate that dryness. Giorno’s sharp eyes noticed how Trish cupped, for a second, her throat, and, after putting away the stained cloth and the bleach, he invited Trish to follow him to the living room, where Fugo was browsing on his phone while sipping his warm blood.

“Mind if we join you, Fugo?” Giorno asked, polite. Fugo too immediately noticed how Trish was acting and nodded, making place for them on the sofa.

“I swear, if Bruno sends another video of kittens in the group chat I’m going to screech.” Fugo grumbled, deleting the umpteenth video of kittens. Giorno huffed a small laugh, eyeing how Trish was staring at the cup.

“You would screech anyway.” he said, taking the cup from Fugo’s hand and taking a sip, before putting it back. Fugo hummed a “Fair point”, scrolling down the chat, before turning to Trish.

“Do you want a sip?” he offered her the cup, with a small smile. Trish gulped, feeling her throat pulsing. She wanted it…

“But… how do you drink it? You just… swallow it down?” the boys brightened at her question. She was finally getting accustomed again!

“Not exactly. You have to pull your fangs out.” Fugo started, showing her how to do it. He curled back his upper lip and, by doing so, his canines elongated to the point to be good fangs. Trish stared at it, shocked. Woah…

“And then you drink like this.” Fugo proceeded to show her how to drink and Trish could see that, even if it seemed that he was drinking normally, he was, in fact, sucking the blood through his fangs.

“All clear? Do you want to try?”he offered her his cup, that Trish took a bit hesitantly. This was so absurd…

However, when she bared her teeth like Fugo did, she felt her fangs emerging and she immediately sank them in the cup, sloppily sucking the blood up, feeling an immediate relief. Sweet nice…

Fugo and Giorno looked at her drinking, feeling relief washing over them. She was acting right…

Their Trish was coming back!

--

“Uh? Are we going out tonight? Where?” Trish crunched her bloody lollipop, making Bruno smile. She had always loved to crunch it… it was funny, she always said. And, also, it was the proof that her memories were, slowly but steadily, coming back.

“Yes. We’re going to meet with Mista in front of Castel dell’Ovo.” he confirmed, fixing the pins on the top of his head. His and the others’ style hadn’t changed much from those wild first months of 2001; it was a bit excessive, at the time, but now? Now they would have been the stars of the Milan Fashion Week.

“Sounds fun.” Trish threw the stick, perfectly aiming at the trash bin at the other side of the room, exulting, with Narancia, Fugo and Giorno, when she centered it. Bruno huffed a laugh, hearing Abbacchio’s muttered “Brats”; even if Leone always acted as a grumpy and gloomy old man, Bruno knew that he was really fond of the boys. He was just like this! And it also suited pretty well his vampire nature.

“Alright, kids, let’s go.” Abbacchio exhorted, getting up and putting on his dark coat stuffed and decorated with synthetic fur. Trish couldn’t help but to hide a grin, while putting on her own coat, black with pink decorations; Abbacchio was really suited to be a fashion vampire.

Trish never had so much fun, or, at least, for what she remembered. The sidewalk was a perfect catwalk and, oh, they were so at ease on it. By now, they had learned to ignore people’s gazes on them, on their clothes, flawless style; having so much time meant to have the chance to refine things like style even to the smallest detail and it showed. Noticing that Trish wasn’t really at ease, however, they squared protectively around her, chatting with her to distract her. It was way better…

“Ah, here you are! I was starting to worry, y’annow!” Mista exclaimed, exiting from a bakery with a small package in his hands. Trish couldn’t help but to smile: Mista too was always the same, always wearing that ridiculous bean hat and with his belly exposed even in the middle of the winter. Maybe his werewolf nature helped him to be always warm?

“Trish, dear!! It’s such a relief to see you!” he went straight to hug her, making her wheeze. Just Mista could make a creature who didn’t need to breath wheeze! She laughed a little, patting his back, content, huffing when he released her.

“So, Mista? Plans for the night?” Mista chuckled, showing the small bag he was holding. Trish sniffed something sweet, maybe whipped cream? And strawberries too…

“I have to feed the puppies, I’m in charge tonight. I’m about to throw a little party at my house, y’all are invited! C’mon!” he exhorted, gesturing to follow him, walking backside for a little, before turning to the right direction and taking Giorno under his arm, grinning. Giorno let him do what he wanted, rolling his eyes, but with a smile. He was his best friend, after all!

It didn’t take long to come to Mista’s house. The inside was dimly lighted by few appliques and Trish immediately sniffed a strong fur scent. That was the unmistakable house of a werecreature.

“Yo, Formaggio! Guess what I got?” Mista called, taking off his bean hat, freeing his unruly brown curls. Trish had always wondered how could so many curls stay hidden inside such a hat.

“What, blood-suckers?” the assassin appeared from the living room, waving at the group. Trish immediately tensed, ready to fight; why was a member of the Squadra Esecuzioni at Mista’s house?! And why no one was worried about it?!

Mista, noticing her worry and discomfort, smiled, reassuring.

“Trish, relax. He’s my cousin! More or less. We’re like… third grade cousins from mom’s side, yeah, Formaggio? Oh, also, I’ve got cake!” he laughed at Formaggio’s “Wohoo!” and passed him the cake. “Anyway, my family is big. I’m related to half Naples, in a way or another! And Formaggio happened to inherit the weregenes too, but he’s a werecat, not a werewolf. It’s the same as being werewolf, but, instead of howling to the moon, he spits fur balls.” Mista headed to the living room, where Formaggio was unwrapping a beautiful strawberry and whipped cream cake, Mista’s favourite. Trish looked around, curious, seeing that the whole room was decorated as for a party. There were balloons, garlands, food and blood for them… he really was about to throw a party!

“Are they here?! Can we eat now?!” a pack of kids of various ages, from five to fourteen, ran into the room with a loud rumble, immediately going to Mista and Formaggio. The younger man huffed, immediately picking up the cake and lifting it above his head, out of the kids’ reach.

“Not everyone’s here, we still miss uncle, so keep down those dirty paws!” he replied, while the puppies immediately pouted at his words. Seeing the sheer magnitude of disbelief on Trish’s face, Formaggio hurried to explain that mess.

“Those are our little cousins from the countryside. It’s easier to host them here, so they can go to school here in Naples.” he said, putting in line the kids, from the tallest to the smallest.

“Michelangelo, Vittorina, Ciro, Domenico, Agata and Carlo. Puppies, say hello to the blood-suckers.” Formaggio grinned when the kids chanted obediently a “Good evening, blood-suckers”, making Mista and the whole vampiric clan roll their eyes in sync.

“Who’s the last guest, Mista?” Bruno asked, curious. He started to feel cold shivers running down his spine when he saw Mista’s grin.

It was the grin that anticipated troubles.

“Oh, someone you already know.” he said, right before the doll bell rang. Mista trotted to open the door, leaving the group full of doubts and of an unspoken dread that was transformed into reality when they heard the voice that boomed from the doorsteps.

“Mista, you invited the vampires too? What a pleasure! We hadn’t seen for years! Since 2010 New Year’s Eve, right? What a party!” A tall man made his entrance in the room, laughing when the puppies sprinted to go dangling from his arms and neck, chewing at everything they could reach. Trish observed with stupor the man, his medium-long blonde hair, his cowboy hat… no, well, his entire cowboy attire. He seemed popped straight up from a western.

“Uncle Hol, do you remember Trish? She lost her memory, so I was thinking that maybe we could throw a little party like that year, yeah? It’d help her!” Mista explained, lively, while the others’ faces dropped in a second. Oh, no, no, he couldn’t be serious…

“Mista, you want to replay the 2010 explosive New Year’s Eve? The Big Kaboom?” Fugo exhaled, shocked. Mista’s grin was the only answer they needed.

“Oh, you can bet it, Fugo.” by the others’ faces, Trish got that the Big Kaboom hadn’t been something so good. Maybe she should have been scared?

“If this time things go beyond control, I don’t want to get involved.” Bruno muttered, with a big breath, ready, more or less, to face the Big Kaboom 2.0.

If it would have been useful to help Trish to completely regain her memories, then let the house explode, he thought.

[exo-raskreia]

Noblesse ending

I cannot believe the author ended it like this. So nonsensically, unexpectedly!! It was definitely NOT supposed to end like this.

On a scale of 1 to Bleach, how bad is the Noblesse ending?

It's Bleach-tier.

It hurts me so much because this is my favorite webtoon. It was most likely my first one too.

I had already gotten slightly spoiled when the raw chapter was first released. Though I didn't look at it, I had my suspicions. The Koreans on Naver were all complaining & warning, & on some other sites*, they say it's the worst ending in webtoon history. Others being sad as well on the fancafe (funny how one comment on a post even compared it to the Bleach ending too). The chapter is literally rated 3 stars on Naver.

Now reading the chapter, it's honestly worse than I thought. Those last panels with the red sparkles triggered me. The author & artist notes at the end were just the finishing touch - tho they slightly lessened the pain, making it clear they knew of the Korean complaints since a bit earlier than the arc (which I had always found ridiculous, cuz most of the story's been fine, in my opinion, not to mention they mostly complained about the margins, the MARGINS *eye roll*). Either way, it's not enough to lessen the horror of this last chapter. I feel so betrayed.

The epilogue won't do much. It will probably just trigger me further. Rai, Raskreia, & Muzaka, along with the others being dead won't make the epilogue any better. Unless the author's going to declare it's false, that they survived & are fine, (or it's a joke & he's just taking a break or something before continuing) then I won't be satisfied.

A cure for Rai was supposed to be found. (Frankie finding a way to use the Bloodstone for it, or something with the Dark Spear?!)

M-21's name, his comrades' names, their pasts?! Is the werewolf heart in him the theorized Ashleen's or is it one of Muzaka's (due to having been experimented on for centuries & regenerated every time)?!

Rai & Raskreia were supposed to be together or something (like, hello, maybe related to Rai's cure? Plus their blooming closeness). Making future Noblesse & Lord babies!!

Frankie & Lunark, enough said.

Tao & Takeo's pasts?!

Is there more to Shinwoo or nah?!

The Nobles having the life the Previous Lord & Clan Leaders had DIED for?!

Muzaka & Garda?! What about a bit of insight on Ashleen’s mom?

Nobles & werewolves having peace treaties with the humans & stuff?!

Rai's past?! How is he the Noblesse? Were there more?! His brother?!

The Nobles' mothers?!

Not sure if Rael got closure about his brother Rajak's death?!

Crombell never saw Rai nor knew he was the Noblesse!!

I love Noblesse, but not this supposed ending. Guess I'll just ignore it along with other supposed endings.

*I tried to link a website, but Tumblr won't show my post, smh

[seangetfreaky]

I don't know anything about your OCs, so how about 1 and 2 for each of them? seems like a good intro. ^v^

🤩 🤩 thanks for the ask!!! here are my BABIES

[these OCs are from an original urban fantasy book/series I’m procrastinating on, in which werewolves, vampires, witches, other were-creatures, demons, and deities exist. Any terms original to my book will be explained as they come up]

Birdie Tweedie:

1: List five basic facts about your OC.

-Brigh is her real name (Scottish, like her). The nickname Birdie was given to her by her mother because Birdie was always up super early in the morning as a child and would parade around the house singing (badly) and, after first hearing the nickname, stopped singing and instead mimicked bird noises onomatopoeia-style. Since she got the nickname, she’s HATED being called Brigh except by her closest friends (ie: Kaz & Keita)

-raging lesbian with a cuuuute soft-butch girlfriend

-she only dyes her hair pastel colours

-she’s 5′6 – short for her kind– her race [werewolf] are usually 6′ minimum with 6′3 as average but that doesn’t stop her from duking it out with others when they step out of line– she’s tackled 7′4 Keita off his feet lol

-Birdie knows her strengths and weaknesses and has unwavering confidence in herself because she knows them so well– she’s really good at realizing other people’s strengths & weaknesses at a glance, too

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC

“I tend to befriend the strays– the ‘outsiders,’ the ‘freaks,’ the ‘unsociable’– they seem pretty normal and sociable to me. You sure you’re not the problem?”

–

Keita Seiji:

1: List five basic facts about your OC

-Keita is half Japanese on his father’s side, ¼ Cree & ¼ German from his mother’s side (Cree grandmother, German-American grandfather) but most of his familial ties are with his father’s side of the family. His mother wasn’t close with her mother due to her father being an asshole (there’s a LOT of issues there– plz ask about them!!)

-super gay

-every hair on Keita’s body is bone white, void of colour due to being a Wyldling [explained at bottom of post]. If he dyes it– any of it– it will leach entirely within an hour. [dying his eyebrows black in the picture was easier than dying them white okay!!!]

-Keita has body-image and self-confidence issues due to awful scarring on his body that he obtained in an ambush that almost killed him in his early 20′s

-all of his tattoos come from his parents– flower arm-sleeves are exact replicas of his father’s (yaaaay for his dad’s witch ink-manipulation powers), lacey neck tattoo inspired by his mother’s. Whenever he looks at his arms or sees his neck in the mirror, he’s reminded of them and how they loved him enough to give everything to keep him safe

Bonus fact: Keita did ballet for about eleven years, showcasing great skill at a highly respected ballet academy, and had his heart set on becoming a principal dancer. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, he was forced to quit at fifteen. He hasn’t had the opportunity to return to ballet school, and it’s unclear if he’ll ever get that chance.

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC 

“I’m not good at ‘by-standering,’ okay? I went through so much shit in my life and so many people just watched, just let it fucking happen that I- I became convinced I deserved it. If you think I’m just gonna stand aside and let that happen to anybody else- then you don’t know me.”

–

Kazemir Andra-Dar:

1: List five basic facts about your OC

-Kaz is a ‘pure’-blooded vampire in the sense that both his fathers were born vampires/are born-vampires to born-vampires in a centuries-long family tree that he doesn’t give a fuck about. Being a Born vampire means he can stand sunlight if he drinks enough blood beforehand. He’s technically the prince of his clan but prefers to stay out of the spotlight

-Kaz has extremely-powerful telepathic and shape-shifting abilities (which is unusual, to have more than one); one from his dad and one from his father. His go-to animal is an itty bitty black bat that rides in Keita’s shirt pocket. He uses them for good, but mostly to prank Birdie

- 💗💜💙 bi boi with a preference for masculine-presenting people (but there’s a certain white-haired guy he’s got his eye on 🤔)

-tends to wear his heart on his sleeve & very concerned with the happiness of his friends

- has the trust if not the respect of most people he comes in contact with, due to carrying his heart on his sleeve, his bottomless empathy, and following through with even the smallest, seemingly insignificant promises he makes

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC

“So few people have waited to see what’s beyond my face or my sexuality that I stopped taking romantic and sexual relationships seriously for a long while, and even when I did, I still settled. But I’m done with that. I deserve better than that; I deserve someone who sees me without seeing just my face.”

–

Bonus Basic Fact:

At all times, the three of them have a combined total of 4 brain cells!

3 of them belong to Birdie, but she`s usually in possession of all 4

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Definitions/Lore

Born vampires/Born-Vampires: Vampires are either Born or Turned. If someone is called a Born-Vampire, it means they were born, like any other child, but as a vampire. They’re usually referred to as “a Born-Vampire.” Those who are Turned do so by either ingesting vampire venom or having it injected into their bloodstream. They’re usually referred to as “a Turned” or “a Turned Vampire.”

Wyldling: a were-creature who once lost the ties that keep all were-creatures grounded in their human half to keep them from being overcome with their animal instincts. Losing every single one of these ties turns them feral, but if they reform old ties or gain new ones, they regain some of their humanity.

One of the effects of becoming a Wyldling is some sort of loss of colour– some lose colour in their irises or their skin or their claws. Another is a surplus of strength, stamina, and durability. It’s unclear why dye applied to places void of colour bleaches back to ‘normal’ within an hour– there’s no way to stop it or slow it down or reverse it.

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Send me a number/numbers for the above OCs (Keita, Birdie, Kazemir)

[airpanic]

The melee class combat is usually the ideal class to begin with in any game, and so should it be if I had my own. Nothing outstanding here, I took the classical knight idea, took the first people I met in my life : mine. Seems pretty boring, right ? But home is also good you know. I built the design of this class using a really old “modern knight” concept I invented back when I was 18. That year I had a really cool dream involving a Templar Knight, but as time went by and for the purpose of the story I had in mind, it morphed into a Teutonic Knights-like design, which is almost identical safe for the cross’ colour. The whole idea of demon-hunter knighthood is nothing new, but has more ties with Bleach and taoists-based wuxia than the Witcher (never read). Back when I was with my previous ex, we talked about dumb horror movies and I told her that the most stupid one I saw was ‘Abraham Lincoln Vampire killer’, which is obviously an equally funny and shitty idea. Then I had the idea of “our counterpart” which would have been “Otto von Bismarck Werewolf killer”. She laughed for seconds (or so it seems to me, I’m starting to lose the details of this relationship) and I kept this concept for me, even made a sketch. Then you can find what happened of us on this tumblr and the tragic ending (I now  hope to never see her again), I found love again, a much stronger and purer love, but it also ended, at least in the practical world. It’s been more than 6 months I only have scarce news of my previous GF and I moved back home in Germany, far from the asian stuff that shaped the three last years. While moving from my parents’ home (loser destination 101) came the idea to expand that werewolf hunting thing and here it is. The first nation of course should be mine, since it’s the most personal one, it ain’t easy to explain the whys and hows. Put simply, they’re germans hunting werwolves the good old fashioned way.

The guy is based on the Templar character I invented, and as little bit of real life young Otto von Bismarck as well as Ichigo Kurosaki. The girl’s more based on modern fantasy games (one french, one chinese). She was difficult to draw because I wanted her to be distinctly “feminine”, but not wearing the same amount of clothes as the male counterpart (because “fan service influence”) without being slutty or even sexy.

In universe Ratsland is the region where the story truly begins. Back in the Deadly Ages, this round island had become the homeland of Five of the Six remaining Dwarves clans. They built their cities there and with time refused to meet outsiders. The Mighty Asir following the death of their most-beloved champion also closed their doors, during their Endless Mourning, leaving the world alone. Between these two forces hostile to the Ghost-Kings and the vampire lords that had subjugated the rest of the world, was a grey zone north of the desperate koinite kingdoms fighting alone the forces of evil and death : the Ponant. These barbaric cousins of the Koinites retained their tribal way of life and with the defeat of the Ghost-Kings, the Koinites now united began to conquer more and more land, making theses tribes listening to the dark speeches of Mihtranci, the main antagonist. Mihtranci has a long story of his own, but the reader should know  that at this point he had inherited the power to turn someone into a werewolf. He tried to infiltrate the Koinite Empire but failed, and was captured by the Mandarine ultimately causing their demise. Nonetheless the Dwarves prevented him to seize power directly in the East too and he went into a deep sleep. So when he came back to the West, his mind full of vengeance, he convinced the barbaric tribes in Ponant to destroy the Dwarves once for all. The barbaric tribes then invaded the dwarvish realms, replacing them by human ones, building new cities and merging into a federation of various principalities, free cities and republics. The Ratsland was born. It isn’t useful to describe exactly what happended during a long period of time. People built ships, armies, fought and died, but they also gained wisdom and started to lose their appetite for war. Mihtranci than tried to seize the power there and almost succeeded, only to lose against a group of lone knights who had discovered that their country had been in the hands of monsters behind the shadows.  A violent civil war occured before Mihtranci was defeated. He’s planning to come back, once again, but the knights are ready to fight evil, be it werewolves, twisted men or even remnants of the Deadly Ages such as ghosts and vampires.

[avenger-hawk]

What Halloween costume would you like to see Sasuke in? Do you think he'd be ''Hmpf! Why would I do such a thing?'' about dressing up? Or tsundere about it? Or determined to be the best dressed while acting like it's no big deal? I think it depends on who he's dressing up with, am I wrong?

Oh a sort of seasonal themed ask~

I pictured the whole scene before replying to this and now I’m regretting that unlike Bleach, Naruto did no Halloween omake or anything like that.

First of all I don’t see Sasuke as someone who pays attention to his look in general, I don’t agree with those AUs/headcanons where he spends time doing his hair and wearing cool clothes because to me he is very uninterested in his appearance and oblivious to others being attracted to him, and he chooses simple practical clothes that look naturally good on him, but he doesn’t notice that anyway. 

Yeah I think it depends on who he’s dressing up with. Like, he doesn’t care about such things so he wouldn’t do anything, if it were for him. But if he gets dragged it’s different. I don’t see him acting tsundere, that’s more like Karin who goes from cold to raging hot in a second. But he’d definitely be like “Tch. Why would I do such thing?” and then Naruto, Team 7 and/or Team Taka (the best team~) would yell at him and pester him with all the reasons to dress up and he would accept just to make them shut up. I don’t think he’d want to compete to have the best costume ever. But I find cute and funny when he accepts Naruto or Suigetsu’s challenges.

Still I can’t see him being too much into clothing of any kind, so I think he’d fit in the group theme, because he wouldn’t want to think about it too much so having someone prepare the costumes for him as well would be fine, and because he’d just do it for his friends anyway. 

For example Team Taka might try classic Halloween horror themed costumes like Vampire Sasuke, Werewolf Juugo, Witch Karin and Mummy Suigetsu. thinking about it Team Taka guys are all kinda loosely clothed at times.

Or Itachi would take Sasuke with him at some party with his older friends and he’d choose a costume for him, like classic vampires that is very often associated to Uchiha clan? Or like the fanarts I reblogged, vampire Itachi and werewolf Sasuke so he could have Sasuke wear a collar and less clothes?

Accepting what his friends want him to wear is risky at times: it might lead to him getting the short stick, so to speak, and having to wear the most revealing and uncomfortable costume either because Karin or S*kura (I’m imagining her as part of Team 7, *that* ship is not allowed in here) would take advantage of the situation, or because his male friends would see this as him “losing a bet”. Like, mummy, with lots of tightly fit bandages and almost no clothes on, kinda like that fanart I reblogged (but for that one I headcanoned that he decided for mummy by himself because he had nothing else hahah). 

Or, in case they don’t choose horror themed costumes I think that Naruto (or Suigetsu) would definitely choose the flashiest and more “dominating” costume for himself because he’s that kind of guy, he’d have to get the “subordinate” counterpart, bsdm-ish gear, or slave-like costumes in “emperor and slave” sort of stuff. I kinda forgot what costumes do exist but you got the idea.

Also I forgot the basic vampire Sasuke and werewolf Naruto, cold Sasuke, feral Naruto, it’s kinda stereotypical and cute. 

[asagi-s-garden]

Have you considered writing a Bleach AU for Sterek? I can see Derek and the Hale pack being a part of the shinsengumi and maybe Stiles being a substitute shinigami or maybe a quincy?

*dying walrus noises* I got a fic related question

I GOT A FIC RELATED QUESTION

Anon who are you where did you come from???? ;_;

But to answer- Fun fact, I actually DID write a Bleach/Teen Wolf crossover many years ago before Teen Wolf was my primary fandom! Though, it was actually IchiRuki as Sterek rather than the other way around, Rukia was Derek, Ichigo was Stiles, I remember having a near stroke imagining Rukia in a leather jacket because hnnnngggggg, as a matter of fact, I want to say it was for IchiRuki Week

As for the other way around.... honestly, everytime an event comes up with "Crossover" as a theme, I do consider it, I can see the Hales being a highly noble clan like the Kuchikis, Derek would fit in Squad 13 pretty well actually, eternally Leuitenit until his captain Peter ends up betraying everyone and Derek has to kill him and become the new captain, meanwile Stiles is a substitute who took Derek's powers at one point to protect his dad, Lydia has healing faeries, Scott has the power of his fists but only uses them to defend Stiles, Allison is the last Quincy, and when Derek is sent to Death Row they launch a war to save him

It all fits almost disgustingly well but it would be quite an overhaul of a project to do it *Well* and I rarely have that kind of patience (just ask @youfancymemaddearie , who had to suffer through listening to me scream about my Alive Hales fic wich is actually probably only around 20K)

But the thing is I don't know if I could ever do that because Bleach has left such an outstandingly bitter taste in my mouth, I spent just under a full DECADE completely and entirely dedicated to Bleach and I have the merch and fics to prove it, and so when it ended in literally the worst way possible... well, to say it still stings is putting it mildly, especially with IchiRuki- wich is still my OTP  to end all OTPs by the way, even though I don't write it anymore- because, see, IchiRuki is something that I never had a doubt in my mind would be together, I always thought that the worst it could end was to leave them ambiguously platonic and that's all, it never ONCE actually crossed my mind that it would end with them split into different pairs and not seeing eachother for a decade, so IchiRuki is very different from things like Sterek and SuperCorp that I WANT to happen, and that I think COULD happen but know within reason that there's also a good chance that it won't, IchiRuki was my "This is the one pair that will be canon even if all of the others aren't" ship, my Ross and Rachel, so the utter amount of bitterness I have towards Bleach for that is just...

I can still love IchiRuki and see it all over my house but my heart hurts when I think about Bleach, I used to love watching IchiRuki AMVs but now they hurt, I'm not over it yet, I'm not in a place where I can have any positive feelings towards Bleach yet because I'm so extremely angry and bitter and hurt by the crap ending, so I just... don't have it in me to write anything about Bleach right now, except for how upset I am with it, even if I had a different cast of charectors it just feels too painfull, it’s like a cheating ex I can’t stop love-hating Anon

Maybe eventually I'll get in a place where I can be ok enough to write about it again, but I'm not there currently

But.... I will leave you with a bittersweet ficlet Anon (and we're going to pretend that the timelines work even though they don't)

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Rukia and Ichigo were never together, for reasons neither really understood, and they always regretted it, and they both died young, Rukia reincarnated into a boy who could turn into a wolf and finally had the family she always craved- a big, warm family who loved her so extremely much, but they were gone in a flash of flames, leaving her alone with an older sibling who she knows she doesn't deserve again, a few years later Ichigo reincarnates into a hyperactive boy who's as bright and sunshiney as he was when he was a kid, he loses his mom just like he did in his last life and becomes anxious, cynical, and lonely with a father who tries but can't hold up without his late wife- just like last time

Stiles met Derek once, before the werewolfy shenanigans, they were both at the police station, and Derek had just lost his entire family, Stiles didn't really know what to do with that, so he gave him a Reeses and complimented Derek's bunny teeth- the teeth his mom had always loved, that had caused her to call Derek her little bunny, that had brought him so much joy, but that just made him cry harder that day

When Stiles is a teenager he has one freind who he would live and die for and who would live and die for him, his freind gets turned into a werewolf and suddenly Derek is in his life again and... Derek is grumpy and dark, he's quiet to the outside world but loud when they're alone, pushes Stiles into the door, slams his head on the steering weel, yells, screams, but always- ALWAYS- risks his life for Stiles and everyone Stiles loves and Stiles loves him for that, he does

Derek is alone now, having had two chances with a sister- one died in the woods and one couldn't stand to be near him for too long and left and it all feels very achingly familiar in a way he doesn't even want to understand, he loses everyone around him over and over again but.... there's Stiles, who never leaves, who fights for him powerlessly, gets himself dirty and bloody and keeps fighting, who chases Derek across the country line and keeps... fighting for him, and it feels familiar and he doesn't know why but he's afraid to find out

Then Stiles finally unlocks his full potential- his full spark, his magic- and it's all very weird, his power is massive but he only ever uses it to protect the people he cares about- to protect DEREK- and Derek suddenly finds it harder and harder to fathom being away from Stiles again

Derek is quiet in his loneliness and his self-doubt and his self-loathing, he's strong and brash but he's also gentle and soft, a Capricorn who loves winter and finds himself drawn to the color violet and likes sweet things and small, cute animals like rabbits and puppies but he would never say it out loud

Stiles is loud with everything, loves to read, is smarter than anyone ever gives him credit for, and doesn't care about being different, he loves spices and orange and blue- because METS- and finds himself creeping towards darkness now and then, he's harsh and vicious with people but rarely gets into physical fights, he doesn't need to, his silver tongue is razor sharp, so much so that it effortlessly slits throats, there's no need for blunt fists

Derek likes to doodle when he's bored and Stiles finds each drawing endearing- they're HORRIBLE but they're cute and Stiles laughs but it isn't cruel, it's fond and adoring and he keeps looking for way to display the artwork in the house whenever Derek makes some vague shapes on the grocery list, Derek always tries to stop him and it's weirdly familiar but also not and neither of them really question it

Stiles often dreams of butterflies, he doesn't know why

Derek's favorite fruit is strawberries, he hates that they're never in season

When they get married, there's a sense of "FINALLY" to it, and it's weird, because they only knew eachother for three and a half years before saying "I do" and it doesn't feel like three years should feel this long but...

It had felt like they had waited a lifetime before finally being together

[epraim1992]

Reio's Heart

"If they crushed even Gerard, a trusted retainer who took the Reio’s heart, does that mean Yhwach really was driven into a corner?"

A big reveal in Bleach was that Gerard Valkyrie was the Soul King's heart. And in Can't Fear Your Own World it was clarified that the heart was transplanted in him. Which begs the question of who it originally belong to.

I think the Soul King's heart was obtain by Haschwalth and is the key to the person's identity. I think it would have been him since it seems likely that he took over leadership while Yhwach was sealed. He is entrusted with the Mask of the Ruler while Yhwach slept.

I think the heart came from a member of the Werewolf Clan. Their Humanization Technique involves removing their heart. Gerard Valkyrie is inspired by Viking mythology and I think the Werewolf Clan is too. There are Berserkers called Ulfheðnar or wolf warriors who are believed to have inspired the legend of the werewolf.

Haschwalth power The Balance is associated with the scale. I think there is connection to the Weighing of the Heart.

Another allusion to the Weighing of the Heart is the Werewolf Clan Elder eating Sajin's heart for his sins.

I think heart originally belonged Haschwalth's unnamed adjutant. I think the person is female since Gerard's last name Valkyrie is a mythical woman.

I think she gave the Werewolf Clan Elder his prominent scars to discover the secret of the Humanization Technique and left the clan.

I think similar with Nel Haschealth was able to turn his adjutant human permanently.

His ability allows him to transfer misforturne to others or objects. I think he was able to remove her curse.

Ebern was able to be granted Quincy powers and I think the same was done with her.

[mytigernacho]

Similarities Between Noblesse and Bleach.

So I love Noblesse and Bleach.

And I’ve noticed a lot of similarities between them.

So I’ve decided to write them all out here, as well as some of my personal head canons, to see how many I can come up with xD

Gotei 13 vs. 13 Clan Leaders

Headquartered in Soul Society, The Gotei 13 (13 Court Guard Squads) is an organization of people who are more than human, whose primary purpose is to protect humanity. 

Headquartered in Lukedonia, The 13 Clan Leaders are a collection of 13 different families who are more than human and whose primary purpose is to protect humanity

Most Squads do not have a specific role or job other than to fight, but some do. 

The 2nd Squad (Division) acts as scouts and assassins, like the Kertia Clan. 

The 11th Division is always lead by a Kenpachi, which basically means ‘No matter how much you cut him, he’ll never fall.’ This is similar to Gradeus’s clan, especially since both the current Kenpachi and Gradeus uses an axe as their weapon.

Weapons

Every member of the Gotei 13 has a zanpakutou, which usually take the form of a katana. Each zanpakutou’s ability is unique to the user. The Captains of each Squad all have very powerful zanpakutou.

The 13 Clan Leaders each have a Soul Weapon that is unique to their clan and are very powerful

Each zanpakutou has a material form.

Each Soul Weapon has a material form.

The Loyard Clan has the Death Scythe as their Soul Weapon. It is also known as the Scythe of the Grim Reaper.

The members of the Gotei 13 are called Shinigami, which means ‘God of Death.’ There is no known canon member of the Gotei 13 that possesses a true scythe like Death Scythe. Coincidence? I think NOT! :)

Something called ‘Kikou’ is used to execute criminals who have committed severe enough crimes. It takes the form of an enormous phoenix-like creature that, after it pierces through the criminal, vaporizes him/her. Sound familiar, Noblesse fans? 

Not all zanpakutou specialize in direct combat. 

Not all Soul Weapons specialize in direct combat (see Eleanor and Tradia Soul Weapons). 

This isn’t to say that they’re weak, it just means it’s not quite their specialty. It’s the same for the non-direct combat based zanpakutou.

Gotei 13/Soul Society vs. Werewolves

Both the Noblesse and the Bleach Universe have werewolves, though they differ in appearance and abilities. 

It’s possible that Komamura from Bleach (one of only two werewolves we see in the Bleach Universe) is simply the soul of a werewolf from Noblesse. :)

I may make a whole other post about this, because I am JUST finding out that there is something called the ‘Beast Realm’ that exists in the Bleach Universe that I did NOT know existed. This was NOT explained in the manga. They mentioned it once, apparently, and dropped it! There is also very little info I can find about it, so... yeah... wtf!! This is serious head canon material, so I’ll have to carefully research this...

Ahem, anyway.

Hollows vs. Dark Spear

A Hollow is a human soul that has devolved due to strong attachment to the human world, and who therefore linger on instead of moving to Soul Society. The attachment is usually negative, i.e, your loved ones moving or the house you died in being torn down. It can also stem from what happened in your life, like being bitterly disappointed you never found true love or became rich. It can also stem from your death itself. Regardless of what it was, the reason grows in the minds of souls who linger and takes over everything, their mind, their thoughts, their bodies, and most importantly, their hearts. They eventually become mindless beings called Hollows, beings without hearts who devour the souls of others to ease the pain of losing their hearts. 

The stronger Hollows don’t eat other normal souls, but eat other Hollows. The strongest Hollows have eaten thousands and thousands of souls and have gained great power as a result.

Hollows normally exist by themselves, but a person can possess a Hollow, which is to say that a Hollow lives within the soul of a person, normally a Shinigami. The Hollow, like a zanpakutou, has its own abilities, personality, and material form.

To possess a Hollow is not natural. An unchecked Inner Hollow causes pain and disrupts concentration by attacking both the mind of its possessor. If the possessor is too weak, or gives the Hollow an opening, the Inner Hollow will take over the possessor’s body.

All of that was to say that Dark Spear very much resembles an Inner Hollow, albeit an earlier model than the ones shown in Bleach :) 

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Okay, it’s almost 1 AM and that’s all I can think of now lol 

If you spot any more similarities, or just wanna talk Noblesse/Bleach, tallkkk toooo meeeee!!!!! >.<

[steeltypemiku]

I was reading translations for the bleach novel three years after the Great War. And it's filling in gaps that were left open in the original story so I'm just putting this here for my own reference. Nanao wanted to be put in the Kido corps, but due to her status as Head librarian in school, a title given to those who read over a thousand books, Lisa took interest in her and requested she be brought to the eighth division. Shihoin Yoruichi was offered the position of the Eighth Division captain, and if she were to say no, she would have to teach at the Shino Academy. She chose the Academy. The Omaeda's jewel shop get their products from Komamura's werewolf clan. Rose plays many different types of instruments. Him and Yoruichi are good friends. Kira found it annoying at first, but grew accustomed to it when he found it made him work more efficiently. Kotetsu Isane was put as captain immediately after the war as they needed a healing expert. She was so thrown off by it when Kyoraku gave her the paperwork for her promotion, but immediately asked if her sister would become her lieutenant, so they could console each other after both losing great mentors. Hirako refers to hinamori as his daughter and often urges her to play hooky. Hinamori inherited unohana's malice-stare. Kuchiki Byakuya threw a good luck party for abarai and rukia's marriage announcement party. He ordered all their clothing and told Renji to take care of her. Komamura became full wolf after using his human transformation technique. He lives on the outskirts of the 7th division and Iba occasionally visited him, but he cannot understand him. Iba promotes ieuma, the previous 3rd seat of the 4th division as his lieutenant, and he feels like Iba takes advantage of him because he overtrains and then asks Ieuma to heal him. The entire division gets inspired by this and he is forced to heal them as well. Iba reported that Komamura was killed in action, and although the other captains can barely feel Komamura, they all act as though he has been KIA. Two werewolf children from Komamura's clan came to the 7th division to become shinigami. Iba adopted them with guide from Komamura. Lisa was placed as captain six months after the war. She first wanted Nanao as her lieutenant, but when Kyoraku refused, her second choice was Ieuma, the 3rd seat of the 4th division. But when Iba took him, she wanted Yumichika, then asked about Hanataro. She said her third seat wasn't someone to be promoted. Mashiro and Kensei defended the Shino Academy from the Soldat during the war, protecting the students but unable to defend the teachers. Everyone knows about Hitsugaya's second Bankai form. Hitsugaya also now knows that his former captain is ichigo's dad. With Yachiru gone, the Shinigami women's association is disbanded, but Kotetsu reinstates it by having all the other women visit Hachigo. Hachigo is infused with Nanago's brain. So she has her memories and manners. Three years after the war, Kotetsu is said to have seen her and she politely nodded and bowed to her. Kurotsuchi views Nemuri and Kira in high regards as being his greatest achievements. Shiba Ganju plays pretend with the children of the rukongai based on ukitake's story he wrote in the Seireitei communication. He's sad that it will forever go unfinished, and it seems to be a coping mechanism as he felt like he knew ukitake when his brother would come home after working with him and tell him all about how great he was. I could honestly do without the romantic stuff, but it's so nice getting some of the blanks filled in with that terrible ending!!

[epraim1992]

Bleach: Harrowing of Hell

I excited about the Hell Arc since Hell was never explored in the manga. And Can't Fear Your Own World explained that it existed in the Primordial World before the Soul King split it in three.

I think the Werewolf Clan will have a prominent role in the Hell Arc since they were sent to the Hell of Beasts.

My own theory is that they were banished there by the unnamed fourth clan of the Four Noble Families. In Can't Fear Your Own World it was stated that they wanted to separate life and death to seal Hell away.

I think the antagonist will be Sanjin's Zanpakuto spirit Tenken.

After Sajin transformed into a wolf Kubo showed a close up of his Zanapkuto which I think hints it was important.

One plot point that was never addressed is that Yhwach had shared his soul with several Shinigami one being Sajin. All of the Shinigami had their bankai stolen (Ichigo there was attempt) so I thought it was implying has soul shards were in the Medallions.

Due to Sajin's strong connection to his Zanpakuto I think Yhwach soul shard had an effect on his Zanpakuto.

I think similar to Shunsui's Zanpakuto spirit Ohana that Tenken birthed a new spirit a Quincy one.

And like with Yachiru manifested into a soul.

I think the new Tenken will recruit the arrancar soldiers that Yhwach forcibly recruited.

I think that was another unresolved plot point because I thought it was implied that Yhwach gave them Quincy powers.

Which makes me think they have their own incarnations of Yhwach in their soul.

Sajin's grandfather ended up eating his heart.

According to him it would allow him to live longer. I think he now has Yhwach's soul shard inside him as well and it connects him to Tenken.

We know Yhwach's soul shard copies the knowledge and talents.

I thought it was hinted that the elder knew about the Primordial World because he knew that the world wouldn't really be destroyed. So I think it's possible Tenken has his secret knowledge.

Yhwach was mentioned by name by Szayelaporro in the Hell chapter so I think it's possible he will have a role in the new arc.