#frostbite sans

[bunningchaos]

Plushify-ing more skeles, for the fun of it. This is silly

Frostbite and Firefly belongs @neverniko101

Starbelief belongs to @voltaicfox

Captain Nightmare belongs to @cas-spirit

Black belongs to @bluecatarts

Leech belongs to @strangeart13

Miracle (?) belongs to @miracle-negative

Sirius belongs to @astray-anomaly

Flux belongs to @theunderflux

Two Moons Nightmare belongs to @asterclaw

[ask-frostbitesans]

Frostbite Ask Blog Rules & More!!

Welcome to the Frostbite Ask Blog! This blog is run by @radicalrainbow

This blog was made for those interested in knowing more about Frostbite, who he is, and his story.

🌨️ About Asks:

1)Character questions - You're welcome to ask Frostbite questions directly! These may take longer to be answered, and may only get replies if they fit within the flow of the blog. He's not much of a talker, so don't take it personally if he's a bit... cold.

2)Lore/Background questions - These questions are the main focus and are more likely to get a response!

3)Response Times - Some asks may take a little longer to answer if they come with a drawing.

🌨️ General Rules for the Blog/Asks:

1)Be Respectful - Do not harass, be rude, or show hate towards this blog or those who send an ask/

2)No NSFW - This blog is sfw, do not make any remarks that are considered sexual, the ask will not be answered if it is.

3)No Spamming - Multiple asks are okay but avoid spamming with too many questions at once. Please be patient!

❄️Who is Frostbite?

Frostbite is an original Sans character (Sans!OC) created by @radicalrainbow

Frostbite hails from a timeline that was doomed during a Genocide route, plunging the entire Underground into an eternal winter. Every reset has trapped the world in this unending winter, with every location permanently frozen over.

As time passed, his magic evolved, allowing him to endure the relentless cold and become immune to it, though at the cost of his physical appearance gradually changing over time. Frustrated and exhausted by the endless cycles of resets, he decided to take control. Rather than merely killing those responsible, he used his newly-formed power to freeze them, stopping time and preserving his home in a frozen state.

This power now extends to other AUs, where he freezes them at their happiest moments to preserve that peace eternally, sparing them from the suffering of another reset.

❄️ Frostbite Trivia ❄️

Frostbite was created on August 24, 2024

His breath is always visible, an icy vapor

Parts of his body are made of magically infused ice after his original limbs had frozen off

His soul is covered in a layer of ice, attached to his ribcage by spikes of ice

He gives off a constant chill, like an icy aura

He usually doesn't smile

Often has a cold personality

Not much of a talker

He doesn't eat often usually feeling he needs to preserve his food intake after his AU's food supply was scarce from the winter

He has ice-covered Gaster Blasters

Anything Frostbite touches frosts over whether its a person or thing

Any physical contact he can have with someone, the other must be wearing some layer of clothing to not frost over

Bone attacks are replaced by ice spikes

the stronger he feels, the stronger the storm gets if one starts

[yzccmz]

SANS OCS IN THE BIG ‘24

I meant to post this earlier but then forgot I had tumblr 🧍anyways I love them

I can do a breakdown on their universes if anyone wants me to‼️

[wishingstarinajar]

Hey Wish. You come across as someone who has Sonic fan characters. Sooo do you have any?

Love n respect, a Sonic lover anon🦔

Heck yeah I do! xD Not sure what I did to make you think that but you thought right.

I had a big Sonic OC arsenal back in the early 2000's that disappeared into the void of vague memories. While I remember some and loved them to bits, I am leaving all of those in the past; they had a good run.

Nowadays, I have only three Sonic OCs of which two are like... Mobian versions of other characters I have?

There is Bucky the Stag, based on my FNaF: Security Breach OC Buck Stag:

Then there's Rewind the Cat, based on my Undertale AU OC Rewind!Sans:

And last but not least, there is Frostbite the Wolf:

Tadaaah~

[violentale]

(TW: Blood/Implied Gore/Violence/Implied Murder)

Ta-dah! Made a comic showcasing Frostbites job as Hunter, its similar to how most Sanses are considered the 'Judge'.

He hunts humans and mages who have become murderous, greedy, and a danger to others. Then devours them leaving no trace, it's the only time he brings harm to them or eats them. This doesn't mean he doesn't hunt other monsters, but the crimes must be severe for him to be 'bothered' to kill them. Hurting Papyrus is an instant death penalty...

Enjoy!

If you have any comic idea's or request I am open to suggestions!

[skydreamplayzz]

I wanted albino Tiger.. Dont ask why He has two tails. It looked empty. I might draw him with 1 tho

[incorrectcommunication]

Yamai: I have to say, I’m a little embarrassed for you. Nakanaka: This is a sports-related injury! That makes me cool! Yamai: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

(Source: Zoey 101)

[jitters-box]

decided to go ahead and render this sketch!

[radicalrainbow]

Frostbite!Sans

I wanted to create my own "bad sans" A possible addition to Nightmare's gang, and whether I add him to it or not I feel he's quite the unique character! :D

If you have any questions about him, throw them into my asks and I'll give you more info! :D

[aardvaark]

i think parker’s near-invulnerability to injury must get on eliot’s nerves - as in, he simply wants to protect his team members, but it’s impossible to gauge what can actually harm parker and what requires his help. i bet he’d have some notes like:

[the snow job] she fell two storeys, onto me. claims she did not need her fall broken. no signs of pain/injury (on her. i, meanwhile, got a decently sized bruise from her elbow jabbing right into me).

[the three days of the monica hunter job] hit by car (on purpose, but hit kinda hard), entirely unaffected. mainly complained about being bitten by ants while playing dead.

[the jailhouse job] claimed she could crawl through a steam vent at 150 degrees?? and that it would take her less than 27 seconds?? maybe she just doesn’t understand steam vents…

[the san lorenzo job] CRAWLED THEOUGH A FUCKIJG STEAM VENT

[the hot potato job] stood in a literal freezer room for more than the maximum time she logically should be able to, didn’t get frostbite or hypothermia etc. additionally, no burns despite her jacket being scorched. ability to withstand extreme temperature appears to work in both directions.

[the gimme a k street job] believes most people can "walk off" a 20ft fall, was unaware that some people are afraid of falling.

[the broken wing job] fell from 45th floor (scaffolding collapse), only tore ACL + minor scrapes and bruises. most serious resulting injury was almost giving ME a goddamn heart attack.

concluding notes: i. give up.

[anomalystu]

Full Frostbite Au This au is a winter/Christmas Au, where there's two kingdoms divided by north and south the Birth is where Monsters and Humans Live together as Equals and the South where humans view themselves as superior you take the role as a young girl accompanied by Sans and Papyrus trying to save the Northern Kingdom From a Incoming Invasion from the south I desperately need help with art and expanding this au

[fujoshirat]

+Strawberry Magic! ♡ 30 Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!♡+

Chapter 2: An Extra Boost

Summary: When virgin Pro Hero Shouto turns 30, he gains the magical ability to read the minds of people that he touches. After finding out that his personal assistant has a crush on him, everything changes and Shouto finds himself lost in the stressful game called love.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: aged up characters, mention of virginity, as usual: this entire fic is and will be written in Shouto's POV. HOWEVER... there is a short reader's POV in this chapter so I hope you enjoy it (hehe)

"Todoroki-san, are you alright?"

The sound of Y/N's voice snaps Shouto out of his dazed state. What was he doing again? Oh right, walking her to the subway. The soft splash of shoes stepping into rain puddles fill Shouto's ears, the rain having stopped a few minutes ago.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Y/N nods and continues walking with her boss. After a few minutes, the covered stairs to the subway become visible, quickly bringing a smile to Y/N's face.

"There it is!" Shouto nods and escorts her to the entrance. Stepping under the covering, Y/N turns to Shouto and bows.

"Thank you once again, Todoroki-san! I hope you didn't mind the detour on the way." Shouto shakes his head. "It's quite alright, L/N-san. It's the least I can do for my assistant."

He makes sure that she goes down the stairs, and once she is out of sight, he walks in the direction of his house.

...

After tossing together chicken and whatever vegetables he could find in the fridge, Shouto begins his research. Busy typing away on his personal laptop and halfheartedly eating his dinner, he types the following:

Cherry magic 30 years of virginity can make you a wizard

What happens when you turn 30

Mysterious happenings at 30 years old

Is it possible to read minds

Development of mind reading quirk at 30

Mind reading at 30

Hand crushing and mind reading

Am I possessed?

Finishing his food, Shouto groans when his research hits a dead end.

'I don't understand! Has no one ever experienced this before?' Turning his laptop off, he looks at his reflection in the dark screen.

'Maybe I'm just being silly. It's all in my head.'

...

Spoiler alert: he was not being silly. Shouto really could read minds.

Reaching the scene where a villain infamously known for kidnapping women was on the loose, he looks at his interns behind him.

"Mitsuru, Tsubasa, evacuate the area and check for any others who may need assistance."

"Yes sir!"

As the high school students spread out, Shouto faces the villain chasing after adolescent girls. With his right side, he encases the distracted man in frigid, freezing ice. Once he is rendered immobile, he walks up to him.

"If you don't wish to catch frostbite before being sent to prison, I suggest you tell me where your victims are." The twisted criminal laughs and smirks.

"Why would I tell you?"

Shouto's left side flares up slightly and places his hand on the man's head, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Okay! Okay! Fine! I'll tell you! They're in Yokohama, by the river!" Nodding, Shouto is about to remove his hand when suddenly he hears a voice in his head.

'Stupid pro hero Shouto! The guy doesn't realize I'm lying straight to his face! The dumb chicks are still in Hosu City! He'll never find Club Diamond.'

His eyes widen slightly, and he lets go of the man's face. The police arrive just in time, and the city detective walks up to Shouto.

"Pro hero Shouto! Thanks for taking care of him."

"Ah, it's no problem, Matsuyama-san." The shorter man smiles and takes out his notebook. "Did the villain say anything about the missing women?" Shouto looks at the criminal being escorted into a police van. Once he is out of earshot, he turns back to Matsuyama and speaks.

"Can you find a Club Diamond? In Hosu City."

♡ 3 hours later ♡

"Good evening, I am your reporter, Muramoto Kozue, and here is Tokyo's latest headline news. At around noon, pro hero Shouto and Hosu City's lead detective solved the puzzling disappearance of women in the area. Having rescued five women no older than 26, pro hero Shoto also apprehended the criminal."

Holding her microphone, the news reporter turns to Shouto.

"Pro hero Shouto, eyewitnesses have stated that the villain told you that the women were in Yokohama. What made you decide to check our own city, no less a club?"

Taking a silent breath, Shouto speaks into the microphone the sentences that he practiced in his head.

"No villain would truly be upfront with information that heroes want. With the way that he told me the supposed location of the victims without hesitating as well as his refusal to make eye contact with me were signs that he was lying. Also, the alleyway that the Diamond Club is located in has been known for crime and sketchy mishaps."

'Signs my ass, I knew all of this because of this weird mind reading ability.' Nodding, the reporter looks back at the camera.

"Well, there you have it! Shouto-san, thank you once again for your efforts in keeping Hosu City safe. I'm Muramoto Kozue and this is your latest report on what has just gone down in Tokyo. Signing off." The camera shuts off and the cameraman gives the thumbs up. Shouto bows to the report crew and walks over to his interns on the side.

"Sensei! You were so cool!"

"Sir, I would have never guessed that the victims were in Hosu City!"

Shouto waves his left hand. "It was nothing really. Thank you two for escorting all of the victims. I heard from Matsuyama-san that you both assisted well." Reaching a vacant taxi, he gestures for the boys to enter.

"We did good today. The agency's around 20 minutes away on foot, and since you boys did a lot today, we can take a taxi."

His interns cheer in unison.

"Thank you, sir!"

...

"L/N-san! Is it okay if I ask a few questions? It's about my report."

"Of course!" Y/N walks over to Mitsuru, who appears to be struggling with his report. Tsubasa speaks up.

"L/N-san, what's it like being a secretary?"

"Hm? Well, it's a lot of work, especially here at this busy agency. I'm sure you both see me, running around the building, negotiating, answering phones, collecting and looking over reports, deliv-"

"Buying coffee for sensei!"

Y/N blinks slowly at the younger boy, then starts laughing. Tsubasa snickers in the background.

"B-buying coffee? For Todoroki-san?"

Mitsuru's cheeks turn red. "My bad, L/N-san! It's just- you always buy coffee for Todoroki-san. Do all secretaries do that?" The other intern nods. "L/N-san does always seem to get sensei coffee." Y/N chuckles.

"I guess it's been a habit for me to buy Todoroki-san coffee. I mean, ever since he hired me, I've always bought him his coffee in the morning!" She starts giggling.

"Do you boys want to hear a story?"

"Yes! Yes!"

She stands between them and starts whispering.

"So one time, I had an appointment in the morning one day..."

...

When Shouto exits the elevator, he hears giggling. Turning to the desks, he sees Y/N huddled with the high schoolers. Leaning over her shoulder, his frame towering hers, he speaks up.

"What are you doing?"

Y/N yelps and turns her head. "Oh! Todoroki-san! I was just bonding with our interns!" She giggles and winks at the boys.

'L/N-san has a pretty laugh', Shouto thinks.

"L/N-san was telling us about the time when the agency was turned upside down because you didn't get your morning coff-!"

"Shh! Mitsuru! How could you betray me like that? After I trusted you with such a delicate secret... Boohoo.." She sniffles, teasing the intern and slip up.

"Mitsuru!" Tsubasa hisses. "You're such an airhead!"

"My bad! Me and my big mouth..."

Shouto chuckles and looks at Y/N, who has a smile adorning her face. "I was helping them with their reports, and I wanted to tell them one of our agency's very fun stories." "And you decided to tell them the story that could destroy the grand image that the two of them have of me?" Shouto jests lightly, the corners of his mouth curved upwards at the thought of the memory.

"That day was the day that everyone in the agency realized that we couldn't function without L/N-san. L/N-san is a very important person here, so please treat her nicely."

"Oh please," Y/N's cheeks turn pink. "the interns are absolute sweethearts and I really only focus on management, PR, finance, meetin-" All three boys look at Y/N, and she laughs sheepishly.

'Y/N has a very pretty laugh,' Shouto thinks again.

"Okay, maybe I do do a lot. But it's worth it! I love the agency and do not want to incur the wrath of my boss without coffee!"

"I wasn't that bad!" Shouto huffs playfully, his left hand resting on Tsubasa's chair.

"Mhm, whatever you say, Todoroki-san."

Shouto lets out a soft laugh-

And then,

he hears Tsubasa's voice in his head.

'L/N-san and sensei act like a married couple. Are they dating?'

...

After clocking out, Shouto goes home. Once he finishes eating dinner, he takes a shower and lays on his bed.

'Today was... interesting.' Looking at his hands, he smiles softly. 'This mind reading ability was really helpful today. I didn't expect the women to still be in Hosu City. Maybe this mind reading thing is a good thing.'

'L/N-san and sensei act like a married couple. Are they dating?'

'Do L/N-san and I act like a married couple? Well... I do think her laugh is pretty.'

'Oh god, I like him so much.'

Shouto's eyebrows scrunch together 'What L/N-san said yesterday... What did she mean by *like*? Was it admiration? Approval?'

Shouto's eyes widen and his cheeks turn pink.

'No way.'

Gaining an idea, he grabs his phone and opens Line. Clicking on the groupchat consisting of two other members, he swiftly types out a message. He sends it out, anxiously waiting for a response.

Kushikatsu. 7:30

-6:42pm

'L/N-san has a pretty laugh.'

A/N: That's it for chapter 2! Can you guess who Shouto messaged at the end? The little reader POV was completely unplanned so it was a surprise to me too when I was writing this OwO I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Once again, thank you everyone who has being showing interest and support in this series so far <3 If you haven't already, you should definitely check out Yuu Toyota's Cherry Magic! series which greatly inspired this series!!!

Also, I'm starting a taglist for this so if you wanna be tagged, just let me know in the replys/comments :] I didn't realize the amount of people that would actually read this messy fic, so I obviously I didn't plan on making a taglist but here we are!! (i'll figure it out eventually, i promise) ^^ Chapter 3 is in the works, so once again thank you all and I hope you all look forward to that ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

~entire fic and notes written by me: fujoshirat!

TAGLIST (thank u!!): @boogiemansbitch

[lars-n-drix]

Strung Up to Dry

AO3 link

Callum, after dealing with a bratty Jack, ties him up with Christmas lights, sans pants. His dick exposed to the cold temperature of the dome. And the metal chair isn't any better. Jack yells out obscenities as he watches Callum's broad back drifts further and further out of view. The situation dawned on him as he wiggled his ass, attempting to find a comfortable position.

Enough time passes that he's slouched in the seat with his ass hanging halfway off. His head hung downward, arms and legs numb with the tension of the lights. Callum had tied them taught with no wiggle room. Dick cherry red, precum trickling down the shaft. Jack cursed his pain kink, unable to get any relief.

Jack doesn't even look up when the door opens with a bang against the wall. Equally loud footsteps echoing as the person came closer. 'You seem to never know when to stop running your mouth, O'Malley. The type that likes to play with fire,' comes the accented voice.

'Can't get burned when this whole place is a damn snowstorm,' Jack lifts his head, curious as to how Krampus keeps warm in such a place. Outside of his fur and muscles, that was. He tries to appear like being tied up with strings of Christmas lights doesn't bother him but unfortunately his dick does the talking for him. ‘Acting like frostbite doesn’t exist.’ 

Just as he goes to respond, Jack is cut off by a raspy groan as Krampus circles around him, tail brushing up against his inner thigh. Grazing over his balls. Clawed hand going down his face like a knife. Enough care not to slash him open as it wraps around his throat. ‘So responsive, you humans.’ Krampus makes no move to untie Jack as his forked tongue licks a stripe up his ear.

Feeling akin to prey trapped in a cage to be eaten by an apex predator. Never knowing what to expect with Krampus, being the most unpredictable sexual partner of his. 'Oh, c'mon Jack, relax. Won't hurt you...too badly.'

Placing his hands on his shoulders, Krampus laughs. His tail collected Jack's precum onto the pad of fur, acting as a third arm. Slowly jerking him off. 'How pretty you sing, Jack,' Krampus just always had to compare him to a damn canary. Moaning underneath his grasp, pleading and begging when Krampus suddenly stopped right before he came. Stomach muscles twitching in tandem. 'F-fuck, why'd you stop?'

'Because it's Krampusnacht...and there's pleasure in pain. You'd know that better than anyone,' waiting for his muscles to calm down. One of the hands on his shoulder trailed down in a soft caress. Applying light scratches across the skin. Once relaxed, the tail continued. Purposely picking up speed as it repeated the process until Jack was beet red in the face. 'Yea, yea, cause every day is Krampusnacht to you. It really is a blast.'

Choking out another groan as Krampus' tail squeezed his cock in a brief death grip. 'Always something with that luscious mouth of yours,' thumb rubbing against Jack's bottom lip. Opening his mouth to suck on the clawed digit, tongue being careful around its sharpness.

'Should be grateful that I'm even letting you cum.' True to his word, Krampus' tail goes on a frenzy. Gleefully watching from his spot above as Jack's body bows inward on itself, cum spurting from his dick. Removing himself from Jack's body, Krampus' forked tongue licks the substance clean from his tail.

'Let's get you untied now, yeah?'

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 3 - If you could’ve seen

Dp x DC: Regent!Jazz, Vigilante!Jazz

Masterlist Part 2

“If you could’ve seen how I looked yesterday, a hopeless disaster, but I’m getting better at being faster.” -Never Look Back by The Nearly Deads

Jazz wasn't so proud to admit that she had many regrets about her life choices.

Taking the Crown was a fine line between terrifying and glorifying, with the many scars and callouses Jazz now bore from the hours of training (at Pandora's behest) a misgiving that was required for the sake of survival.

Hurting her little brother was the heaviest weight on her chest.

It hadn't been that Jazz meant to cause Danny pain from escaping Amity Park, but he'd already died there once from the portal and almost a second time when her parents the older Fentons captured Phantom in a thermos and strapped him down.

They had crossed a line, the point of no return, and Jazz was done trying to fix her broken family. The moment they cut into Danny while he screamed "I'm alive, I'm alive!" was the renouncement of their right to their own lives.

Jazz had enacted Vengeance for her little brother, the hero in death he shouldn't have had to become. For all the Unquiet Dead and Neverborn ended by the Fentons.

For her lost childhood. For her lost humanity.

Slash, slash, slash went the Regent's sword. Blood spattered the walls of the lab, mixed with the ecto already there from a fight for one's existence.

One slash, two, three Blood is on your hands already. 

Frostbite would later, admist the ice and snow of the Far Frozen, that as a Liminal Jazz had triggered a rage state due to both her emotions and her unintentional ecto-starvation.

It wasn't enough to absorb it from the environment anymore, not with the Crown and summoning her ecto-sword. She would have to consume raw ecto to replenish her levels and diminish the chances of another blackout rage.

(Frostbite and Danny would never know that Jazz was fully aware of her actions.)

(She just didn't care anymore, Danny was more important.)

Danny had healed over the few months they were in Gotham, his incision wound now a grotesque Y-shaped scar over his scrawny chest that would never fade. His ecto-levels were improving with constant exposure to a natural portal, corrupted as it was, and slowly he was gaining back his sense of self.

Jazz didn't talk much anymore, but Danny was all too happy to argue with her- about her ripping him away from his haunt, killing his parents, his friends, and going out as a vigilante almost every night.

(As she had guessed, Danny was relieved that the Joker was dead and not a ghost.)

(He'd never know that Joker had returned as a ghost, but the Regent crushed his core before he could even form words.)

(Both Sam and Danny approved of her trophy though.)

At the other end of Crime Alley, tucked away in a safe house, Jason Todd was dying.

Well, so he thought, as his heart ached in his chest and beat so fast it could almost rip itself from his rib cage.

(If he was a lesser man, he might’ve gone crying to Bruce for help, but not in this life.)

Jason had collapsed on his bed in full gear, sans helmet, as the pain began to wrack his body. Was he truly dying again?

(He wasn’t ready to. Not again.)

And to think his night started so well.

He’d woken up a few minutes before his alarm went off, the hazy dregs of sleep trying to lure him back in, back to the rather nice dream he’d been having.

(Feminine build in bloody armor, a teasing grin, soft lips against his own.)

He didn’t even have patrol that night, his one day off a week he could just relax as Jason, not Jay Peters or Red Hood- only for it to be ruined by the emergency alert on his phone announcing that his murderer had broken free again.

Fucking Joker.

Old familiar rage simmered low in Jason’s gut, but much to his surprise, his vision didn’t tint neon green. No haze of being on the verge of a blackout rage at the mere thought of his murderer.

Nothing.

(What was going on?)

It wasn’t as if the Pit Madness could just be gone, right?

Right?

(Jason Todd was no a fool, the Madness was still there.)

(Just… sedated. Like it didn’t need to boil to the surface anymore where it concerned his murderer.)

And for the first time in a very long while, Jason felt like himself again.

Until the agony began.

A/N:

{I swear I try writing something that’s not angst for once and this is what I get. Great. Well as long as someone likes it, right?}

{Oh and sliding in an AU for Jason too! Not Halfa!Jason, because I’m not a particular fan of how I would write it. But something more akin to what he was when he dug himself out of his grave pre-dip in corrupted Ectoplasm ala League of Assassins.}

[solusminds]

My version of the Murder Time Trio

Info below

Dust

Dust uses any pronouns. He's genderfluid (and intersex).

Dust does speak, but it's never his own voice. He mimics other people. He can only mimic things he's heard from people, and he's very good at it. His textbox even mimics the textbox of who he is mimicking.

He guilt induced hallucinations off his dead brother.

He gets lost in the castle frequently.

His bones are never visible... many people think he's not even a skeleton/Sans anymore.

Sorta just appears places.

His soul is an upside-down Determination soul.

Constantly runs off from Nightmare.

Has participated in cannibalism a few times.

Killer

His clothes are stained from his 'tears'.

Always has a knife on him.

He has a lot of books on biology and souls, and he likes to study them, even having jars with souls and organs to study in person.

He has some kind of dissociation disorder similar to DID, as well as dealing with visual/audible hallucinations.

Was around when Cross was there, he kinda misses having him around.

He loves cats.

Color is trying to help him and get him away from Nightmare.

Horror

Tallest between the three.

He is 7 years older than Dust and Killer.

Will eat so much he is physically ill.

Will not eat at all to the point he is physically ill.

He lives part-time at the castle, mostly living in his AU.

Slight amnesia.

He can be both really nice and really mean.

He likes to hang around Farmtale sometimes.

Randomly gets headaches due to his injury.

Missing parts of a few of his fingers, he either chewed them off or they were lost die to frostbite.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I'm glad to hear that Kaname protected Momo from the worst of Aizen's manipulations. Does she ever find out about his efforts, or does that stay a secret?

Post-Aizen-Fight, Kaname is in the hospital recovering from General Befuckening, and needs Reiatsu transfers to finish purging The Curse from his system and it's Hitsugaya's turn.

*****

The boy doesn't actually say anything for a long time after Unohana finishes connecting the IVs. It's alright. He's still exhausted, and there really isn't that much to say about what happened that hasn't been gone over and over and over, in debriefings and staff meetings and the distant sound of tears Tousen can hear coming from Lieutenant Hinamori's room. Gradually though, Lieutenant Hitsugaya's silence grows cold and sharp and restless, a winter gale banging against a window that won't quite latch right.

"-Out with it." Kaname sighs, opening his eyes and not frowning at the ceiling. "If you keep sulking like this I'm going to get frostbite and Unohana-sama will have both our hides for it."

Toshiro startles, coughs a bit like he's about to deny it, but collects himself and states his problem with magnificent succinctness.

"Momo." he says, voice almost violent in it's neutrality.

"Ah." Kaname nods. "I did what I could, but I know that was far from enough. I am sorry."

Hitsugaya is quiet, considering his words. "...What did you DO, actually?" he eventually asks.

Kaname blinks in surprise. "Huh. I thought Hisagi-san would have noticed when he did the audit of all my paperwork. I was genuinely hopeful you were going to spot it before Aizen could make his move with how much Momo complained..." he muttered, slightly puzzled.

"Spotted what?" Toshiro grumbled.

"You have undoubtedly been subject to the ongoing saga of the Rice-Farm-Subsidy Fraud case that Lieutenant Hinamori has been investigating since her promotion to lieutenancy?" Kaname prompted.

"Yeah, yeah, the one that's got her haring off to some backwater district or getting lost in the stacks at the archives for days on end or-" Hitsugaya graoned, then stopped. "...the one that had her constantly traveling away from the division, or doing extended research without Aizen's help."

"He used to get terrible motion sickness from trains or portals, you know." Kaname smiled, sitting up a bit. "-and a wretched allergy to paper-dust. Part of the reason he made me do all his fucking lab work, I imagine. but it seemed a good way to keep Miss Hinamori outside his sphere of influence at least for a few weeks at a time. Do I still have water in my glass?"

"...you MADE IT UP?" Hitsugaya yelped.

"I did no such thing. There is an extensive conspiracy between the various provincial leaders and mid-district governors to defraud the Central Government of subsidies for rice farms that frankly, do not exist, while also hiding the existence of taxable villages, resulting in invisible granaries used to fund private armies and other villiany-" he explained, sitting up properly and groping for the end-table where his water theoretically was. "-I just made sure Miss Hinamori had enough information to know where to look for the evidence of said conspiracy, and occasionally... lightly interfered with granaries in the middle districts to make sure more visible evidence came to light for her to keep the investigation open and moving in a timely manner. Lieutenant, if I may ask for your help-"

There was a rustle of cloth as Hitsugaya shook himself, grabbing the pitcher and refilling Kaname's glass, handing it to the frail man.

"Thank you." Kaname took a drink, handing the glass back to Toshiro to set down. "-I imagine the investigation will go much faster and with fewer extended trips to the rukongai now that I'm not cursed and can freely discuss the taxation and census records Aizen had covered in his illusion to hide his experiments." he explained. "...But doing it the long way has allowed Miss Hinamori to build a very complete and entirely legitimate case. She's an exceptional forensic investigator."

"...HOW?" Hitsugaya gaped. "The curse- it's not like you could talk to her, or send her messages- and if you could, it'd mess with the legitimacy of the case to have an anonymous tipster?"

"I had to...sort of gently suggest the names and locations to her in such fashion that her subconscious would make the connection between those terms and the case. Fortunately, in addition to being a certifiable genius, Miss Hinamori is also a master of the Lingual Arts."

"...Sir, I don't think Hinamori is that kind of girl." Toshiro mumbled, and Kaname could almost hear his full-face blush.

"You're thinking of Zaraki-Taicho, who is an entirely different kind of cunning linguist." Momo announced from the door. "-but you don't know everything about me Toshiro." She teased, coming in the room and climbing onto the bed beside Kaname, unfolding and re-folding that week's newspaper. "Lieutenant Sasakibe took over the crossword in your absence, and I think he may still be a bit upset with you."

"Ah." Kaname winced.

"What?" Repeated Toshiro, thoroughly lost.

"You remember that Tousen-taicho is the Editor-In-Chief of the Seireitei Newsletter, right?" She asked Hitsugaya, who failed to respond in a fashion that suggested that he did not, in fact, know that. "-Anyway, sometimes he writes more or less for the paper depending on that week's news, but without fail, he also designs the crossword- the most fiendishly difficult one in any of the newspapers, Sir." She explained, taking out a pen and tapping the partially-finished lexical puzzle she'd been working on.

"I try." Kaname smiled, looking just a bit genuinely smug.

"You largely succeed. I didn't actually make the connection between your five downs and the rice subsidy investigation until i tried doing Sasakibe's substitute puzzle this morning. I think he may have made the same connection, because 5 down today is 11 letters, starts with "P" and the clue is 'Degenerate Justice'."

"...Prevaricate." Kaname hissed with imagined pain at the likely wrath of the Chief Lieutenant. "Oh dear. Do you think a written apology is in order?"

"It's Sasakibe-san, it's just as likely to be his idea of an apology." Momo shrugged, filling in the word.

"...for those of us that are better at Sudoku?" Hitsugaya glared.

"Tousen-Taicho was putting clues about where the next bit of evidence I needed for the Rice Subsidies case in the Crossword because he knew I did it every week." Momo explained. "The clue was always in the fifth column down, which is a structurally important one in crosswords- you little shit, I even got on your case last year about how you always used locations for your 5 Downs and I STILL didn't make the connection!" She realized, rolling up the paper and affectionately swatting him over the head.

"Entirely deserved, but you have my word that was as much as I could do to help you, and that you have my full resources available to you now." Kaname smiled.

"I have entirely too many words from you-" Momo sighed with exasperation before putting the paper down and laying down beside him, hugging his chest. "-But I believe you. There's- I've been finding all sorts of things- people I forgot, places I'd been before and couldn't remember- huge sections of my LIFE! that his Illusion just... vanished."

She hugged Kaname's chest. "-I can't imagine what you went through."

"I hope you never will." he sighed, returning her embrace and for a moment, Hitsugaya felt even more outside the conversation- this was a secret grief, but the burden lightened by finally being able to share it. "...Did Sasakibe Key any clues to 5 Down? He might have more to say." Kaname asked, letting go and Momo sat up, frowning at the paper.

"Key?" Asked Toshiro, pleased to be talking about anything else.

"Sometimes one word is a hint to some of the next words, usually the ones that originate from it, um- Yeah, three words. Four letters, second letter 'i', clue is "Astronomical Favor"; Three letters, middle letter 'a', clue is "German Opera, 1874" ; and the last one is four letters, Second letter 'e', clue is "Truth's Abode". Momo read off.

All three of them stared (or pointed their faces) blankly at each other for a moment.

"...Yeah I'm gonna stick to the Sudoku." Nodded Hitsugaya.