#myscrap

[scrapsofthought]

"Holding on the way a blood clot clings from finger to finger no matter how you try to shake it free"

[eddiegettingshot]

reading my scraps #myscraps like CAN U FINISH ITTTT FREAK!!!!!!!!!

[fluviusevos]

i love my tongue scraper #myscraper

[wyrmgrass]

Home from da hospital at 3:30 am after 5 hours now I’m eating chicken on da kitchen floor #myscraps #mybeasts

[unmarketableplushy]

My scrape #myscrape

[yuta995]

Did myscrap get banned… where will I get idolmaster waifu content now?

[wehdile]

missing his #myscrape

making up the most deranged story for tfp shock-wave who received empurata & shadowplay.

yeah he was basically a drone after surgery who sat in an abandoned building and only moved when he was hungry or interacted with for a year. yeah he got kidnapped by a power hungry serial killer lawyer who used him to butcher mechs that needed to disappear & also as a sex object for many many years. yeah shockwave killed him out of nothing more than curiosity and left for kaon after. no it didn't affect him at all. why do you ask. he's very normal and logical

[junkandstuff]

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#i am once again asking for a psycho pass sequel starring akane and kogami instead of whatever they tried with the other seasons

My Top Posts in 2022:

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#3

Shoutout to all the adult alcoholic characters from high school SoL comedies, absolutely one of my favorite genders

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#2

Hey.

You should watch Gurren Lagann.

It's real good.

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My #1 post of 2022

every day i log on to this website

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[cheshiresense]

Ok so I've actually gotten several asks about what Starrk's relationship with Unohana/the Fourth is/was like, but I don't have time atm to get into it, but I also want to toss out some of my headcanons about it because I've thought about it a lot, so I'll just list out a few headcanons in no particular order and get back to those asks later.

- First of all, Unohana is actually super protective of Starrk, but in a way that just confuses and/or scares people. Like she’s the sort to say dead serious no joke “my lieutenant is a gentle soul, you will answer to me if you upset him” while Starrk’s murdering his way across a battlefield and his reiatsu is eating a bunch of people for lunch 😂😂

- Unohana never thought she even had any protective instincts but Starrk just brings it out in her. At her age, with her experience, she can better sense just how old he actually is, just as she can sense-smell the amount of blood on him, so she knows he's lived a long time and killed a lot of people. But she can also tell he's not like her, he doesn't enjoy that sort of thing—when he kills, it's probably either because he has no choice or because he does it out of a sense of duty to whatever it is he believes in enough to fight for. Case in point, literally no one as powerful as she knows Starrk to be would choose to enter the Fourth with an honest interest in learning even more about healing than he already does. He's patient with even the weakest unseated Shinigami, and Unohana no longer has to personally come running every time the Eleventh decides to stop by to harass her officers because Starrk is there to stonewall them at the gates. But at the same time, the grief and loneliness she can sense in his reiatsu makes her want to shed blood because it never goes away. He can coax the shyest officers out of their shells with that no-pressure-calm he's constantly radiating, and for all that he'd prefer a nap over conversation any day of the week, he's also indulgent with members of his own squad when they ask him questions about a lecture or for a spar when he has time. He's reliable and steady and everything the Fourth needs him to be, with a reserved personality and a long-suffering air about him but careful hands and an even more careful mind in everything he does. And yet, hidden beneath all that, Unohana has never met anyone so constantly, miserably tired all the time. So yes, in her opinion, Starrk is a gentle, even fragile soul. She doesn't know - yet - what broke him so badly, but he's also hers now—she chose him, and he chose her, and she doesn't think she's imagining the way the Fourth feels stronger and stabler with his presence, with the easy way he shoulders the weight of a division right alongside her, with how their subordinates walk around with more confidence too in response to having two monsters watching over them now. For his competence as her second-in-command alone, she would've shielded him from anyone who upset him. But for the way he follows her around, genuinely eager to learn; for the way he sits with the younger officers and answers their questions and shows them new Kidou spells and treats them to snacks and protects them on missions; for the way he can stare down her Bankai without flinching and only grumble afterwards about how he deserves a week of sleep for such a hard spar but never even bat an eye when she reaches out to heal him with the very hands that had done their level best to rip him apart for several hours only minutes earlier; for the way he can give back just as good as he gets and allows her the chance to let herself off her own self-made leash every few weeks without having to hold back—for all of that and more, she would challenge anyone who dares try and force him to draw his blade against his will or break him any further than he already has been.

- I headcanon that for students who want to enter the Fourth, they have to take a separate written exam before they graduate. Results aren't great because there isn't actually much of a medical track at the Academy, plus it's generally considered uncool to end up at the Fourth, so there aren't many who would even take the exam, and of those who do, most can't even finish the entire thing, and minimum pass percentage is probably something like 50% lmao. At this point, it's less an exam and more an assessment of where the student is at so the Fourth's seated officers can sort the newcomers more easily when they have to start them on the basics. Then along comes Starrk who not only finishes the entire exam but also gets everything right, and it catches Unohana's attention enough to get her to make the trip to the Academy to speak to Starrk herself just to find out more, and the more she finds out, the more she thinks she'll finally be able to name a lieutenant with the kind of standards she's always wanted to be able to measure them by. At the end of the impromptu interview, she asks one more question—she asks him if he'd be willing to take one more test and become her official student. The lieutenant seat is his either way, but she's never had a personal student before. She won't be teaching him from scratch, which is a shame—someone with potential and a learning curve like Starrk's should've been scooped up long ago. But there's also more than just medical Kidou and surgical procedures she can pass on to him, and he may be a gentle soul, but he's a gentle soul with something he fiercely wants to protect, and that means there are other things she can teach him. He says yes, and that day, on the day they meet for the first time in any timeline, in a training room deep beneath the Academy, all seals activated for both privacy and containment, and even then they'd barely held—Unohana unseals her Bankai for the first time in centuries, and Starrk weathers every blow with the unyielding bedrock found beneath mountains and deserts and canyons and oceans, timeworn but timeless and enduring all the same. In the aftermath, both of them bleeding from multiple wounds with a good chunk of their reiatsu depleted, she thinks, yes, this one will be mine. He is strong enough to stand with me, tempered enough to be unafraid of me, old enough to have experienced the worst the world can offer, and wise enough to accept and bear it. And yet he remains... soft, at heart. Kind, in a way I do not fully understand, but it is precious nonetheless. It is something that should be protected. He is someone I can protect, so he will be mine.

- She'd prob also be like "let's get this signed and sealed before the old coot catches wind of another dual-wielding Shinigami and thinks he has first dibs just because he got the other two" 😂

- She would 1000% give Shunsui a shovel talk. It's probably the most terrifying shovel talk anyone has ever received in living memory ganbaa shunsui be brave you can do it.

- As for Starrk, he adores the fuck out of Unohana. But he’s also constantly baffled by how she kind of mothers him sometimes, in really off-putting ways (to others) but he doesn't realize that. Like the first time he goes out on a not-a-date with Shunsui, Unohana will be like "I wrote a dissertation called 101 Ways to Sterilize a Man, please read it over, I require urgent feedback" all while staring gloomy-eyed straight at a sweating Shunsui from behind Starrk's back because she'd watched this brat grow up, so she knows his skirt-chasing tendencies better than most, knows the way he likes beautiful people, likes flirting with them and charming them, likes the novelty of a new relationship and the thrill of the chase, and so she also knows the way it always ends with broken hearts but hardly ever his own. At most, he'll pout for a few days or a few weeks and mope and whine to Ukitake, and then he'll move on. He's always earnest and genuine in the moment, treats his lovers with all the respect and affection in the world when they're together, but he bores easily, and for all that he plays a good game of being open and friendly and approachable, Unohana has rarely met anyone more guarded when it comes to matters of the heart than Kyouraku Shunsui. He'd grown out of genuinely pursuing people in more recent decades, goes through the motions but no longer seems very interested in romance or even short dalliances, mostly only flirts these days with his long-time female acquaintances who all know better, but it would be easy for him to fall back into old habits. If he dares to be as careless with Starrk's heart as he'd been with previous lovers, Unohana won't stop until the Eighth Division will require a new captain.

- Starrk totally calls Unohana Shishou-san eventually. He has a thing for nicknames. Shunsui is of course Taichou-san. Shiina is Sensei-san. Unohana is Shishou-san. One person per category. It's an odd quirk of his.

[mamaspark]

Foot in for scale. I like to sew a half yard (ish) of fleece into a “pillow case”, then I fill it with all my fabric/batting scraps. When it gets about 3/4 full I sew up the open end. Voila! A new floor pillow and a great way to use my scraps! This is my 3rd pillow. What do you do with your scraps that are too tiny to keep? #myscraps #floorpillow #petbed https://www.instagram.com/p/BvFeBC8ncwy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1sltv72ae9jxf

[eddiegettingshot]

one thing that i have noticed looking over #myscraps and #myworks is i think my buck pov is extremely distinct from my eddie pov. and that’s not on purpose and idk if it’s a good thing it’s just happening against my will. whatever

[metropoliansuburgatory]

Waiting to be rewritten

(Moral of the poem: I found this after 4 years and I cringed)

I know I must forget her, it’s time to let her go

And I know I will regret her, but time goes so slow

If only I could let go of my pride and cut this pain

I know she might think it’s crazy but love is never sane

If only she wasn’t stubborn and headstrong like me

And release her doubts to see

What we could honestly be

I know we were just meant to pass

And inspire ourselves to go through this mess

But I don’t know why I feel this thing inside

Like she is the only one who can make me feel alright

I know she feels the same way, with soulmates you just do

Oh why did we meet so sudden, why it came out of the blue

I try to put the pieces of the puzzle but the puzzle is not there

Why must it be like this, so strange, so unfair

And I have this vivid dream that’s shell never be happy

And I’ll never be happy with someone else snappy

And we’ll somehow run into each other and look into the eyes

And we’ll understand why weren’t good all those other tries

But I know it’s just a dream, a fantasy washed away

Because I know we will never see each other in the light of day

I know I must forget her, it’s really time to let her go

I know I  am just imagining, surely I must be wrong

But if we ever cross our paths, I promise I’ll rewrite this song.

- A.M.

[scrap-pit]

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Having your own vehicle allows people not to be bound by public transport schedules or the frequent costs of taxis.

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Much is invested in vehicle repairs. Even so much is the budget invested that if you saved all that money you would have to buy a new vehicle at the end of the year.

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[cheshiresense]

Ichigo is born without much aptitude in the way of empathy. That changes everything and nothing all at once.

-0-

Ichigo spends the first nine years of his life playing at normal child. Masaki found out, early on, when she discovered Ichigo standing over a bully in an out-of-the-way corner at school, whimpering from scraped knees and the vicious kick Ichigo delivered to his ribs when he tried to take Ichigo's new backpack. Ichigo watched him cry and bleed with clinical interest and didn't let the older boy get up until Masaki ushered him away.

She didn't stop loving him after that, even though some part of him thought she might— and didn't care. She seemed sad and furious in equal measure, and cursed several someones to the gates of Hell and beyond when she thought he wasn't listening, but all she did in the end was hug him tight and then teach him how to act like a normal boy if he didn't want the world to crush him.

"You shouldn't have to hide, my darling," Masaki would whisper fiercely. "And you should never be ashamed of who you are, but the world has rules even you can't ignore, and you have to be careful when others can hurt you. And someone always can."

So Ichigo learned, to laugh, to cry, to pick fights with Tatsuki because that made Isshin happy and therefore less annoying, and even to indulge in homework and slightly above average grades because that made the teachers smile and nod and overlook him entirely.

Then his mom dies, and Ichigo still doesn't love her, but she was his, and she loved him no less for what he lacked, protected him when she didn't have to time and time again, smoothing over ruffled feathers the few times Ichigo's more violent tendencies sent other children crying to their parents, burying the body of the raccoon he killed when he caught it going through their trashcan, and now saving him at the cost of her own life, and if nothing else, he doesn't like it when other people take his things.

(Almost six years later, Ichigo meets Grand Fisher again, and this time, it doesn't get away. He carves it up like a Thanksgiving turkey and doesn't let it die until his sandals squelch with every step through the blood-soaked grass.)

-0-

[catathyst]

Fun fact, way before Future even ended, one of myscrapped Au’s partners in crime, Steven does actually heal the gems the say way he healed jasper

AU where Steven heals the gems in the cluster.

[cheshiresense]

For Guard: Are you planning on doing anything from Ichigo's POV, a scene or anything? Yoru-nee's reaction to what Kisuke did to Aizen? Does Kisuke get a medal or reward for LITERALLY tearing Aizen apart?

Hmm, well I did a bit of Ichi POV in the snippet before this one (an age and a half ago) even tho it was mostly Yoru talking. Yoru really just takes the whole Kisuke with bankai in stride, she knows Ichigo won’t stand for it if she tries to shanghai him into anything he doesn’t want, and she’s clan head enough to want to keep a Shihouin resource within the clan. And Kisuke’s not really one for medals/rewards (and honestly when is the Gotei/government ever prone to giving out rewards for services rendered), he’d much rather keep his abilities under wraps. But here’s a little something of Ichi and Kisuke discussing some of the fallout.

Edit: Uhhh the discussion devolved into really pointless UraIchi fluff sorry?

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Ichigo flies over the rooftops, heading towards the Shihouin compound. He passes the Fifth Division, catches a glimpse of blond hair through the window of the captain’s office, and absently fires a water Kidou at the tempting target. He’s gone again with only Shinji’s indignant splutter of a shout chasing after him, and that makes him feel a bit better after the long day he’s had.

It’s only a few more minutes before he gets home. He flips over the walls, flaring his reiatsu quickly in that month’s designated pattern to tell the gate guards he’s back, and then he moves on, flashing from roof to roof, through an open foyer and out the back, and then over one more rooftop before he lands, light as a cat, on the sill of the window Kisuke left open for him.

If he had to pick one thing he absolutely loves about being born a Shihouin in this world, it would be how easy Hohou comes to him now. It was never exactly difficult before, but there’s just something about the skill and being a Shihouin that clicks together for his reiatsu in a way that it never did in his first life. Shunpo now comes without thought, more effortless than breathing most days.

Kisuke is already standing, no doubt having sensed Ichigo’s approach. His notes are spread out haphazardly all over the floor so he obviously hasn’t gotten much organizing done. He probably couldn’t really concentrate today anyway.

“You’re back,” Kisuke greets as he makes his way over, running a critical eye over him as if he expects to find an injury. “That took longer than even I thought it would. How did it go?”

Ichigo makes a face even as he - very generously - lets Kisuke scoop him into his arms and carry him inside to settle them both on the cushions. The new height difference is terrible and he hates it, even after all these years, but it makes Kisuke smile, and Ichigo can tolerate a little humiliation if it wipes the slight anxiety from Kisuke’s face.

“Be glad you’re not a noble,” Ichigo grumbles as he kicks off his shoes. “The first four hours of the meeting was just Central 46 repeating themselves. ‘We need to know what happened’ - they already know what fucking happened, me and Yoru-nee and Shinji and half a dozen other Shinigami already told them, and they got the reports just like the Soutaichou. ‘We want a demonstration’ - well what do they want us to do, raise Aizen from the dead just so we can reenact the fight for their entertainment? ‘The two newly achieved Bankais that contributed to Aizen’s destruction should be placed under military jurisdiction’ - which fucking part of clan-protected do they not fucking understand?! They’re the ones who wrote that clause into their precious set of laws in the first place!”

“Deep breath,” Kisuke orders, and Ichigo obediently sucks in a breath before releasing it again. He’s still fuming though so he takes a few more breaths and makes himself feel better by muttering disparaging insults under his breath about how pathetically incompetent and outrageously nonsensical their government is.

“This is one thing I miss about our old life,” Ichigo eventually admits, sighing mournfully down at the cup of tea that Kisuke’s poured and nudged at him. “I never had to put up with this level of bullshit back then.”

Kisuke chuckles. “You did, actually. Just with less… diplomacy.”

“Yeah, and I wish I could go back to that, but Yoru-nee said I had to behave or she’d let Aunt Mio play dress-up with me again.” Ichigo huffs. “There were definitely less complaints all around when I handled it my way though.”

Kisuke actually snickers this time, and Ichigo frowns indignantly at him. “It’s true!”

“Not true,” Kisuke counters with a dry sort of amusement. “There were just as many complaints from Central 46, Ichigo, if not more. They didn’t change that much. Or really, at all. But there were enough people in the Gotei who liked you enough to make sure you didn’t hear any of them, and anything they tried to demand of you were likewise stonewalled before they reached your ears.”

Ichigo blinks. That’s… frankly unbelievable. “You can’t tell me people like Suì-Fēng and Kurotsuchi liked me. At all.”

“Not them,” Kisuke agrees. “But… they did not dislike you enough to kick up a fuss about it either. Which - considering how law-abiding Suì-Fēng-san was, or how much Kurotsuchi-san liked experimenting on anything out of the ordinary - said quite a bit about your influence, even over them. The Gotei indulged a lot of your actions, Ichigo, even you know this. Do you think they let just anyone come and go from Soul Society, dropping in just to say hello, handling crisis after crisis any way you pleased without repercussions?”

“…I guess that’s a good point,” Ichigo concedes. “I always just figured they let me do whatever the hell I wanted because it was too much trouble to try and stop me.”

“Well, it was probably at least a little that too,” Kisuke admits, and Ichigo smirks. Kisuke rolls his eyes. “So? Neither of us are going to be forcibly inducted into the Gotei? Or the Maggots’ Nest?”

Ichigo’s good humour fades, and he can’t help grimacing, but, “Nope, we’re good. At the end of the day, two Shinigami who have already graduated from the Academy managed to defeat an enemy of Soul Society. We haven’t done anything wrong, hell we’ve done the Gotei’s job for them, and the government knows better than to push too hard when they’re up against one of the big clans. When it comes down to it, the only thing they’re a little antsy about is the fact that Bankai apparently isn’t supposed to be something anybody can achieve just like that, especially when you’ve only just graduated, and I don’t have any ‘real’ experience in the military.” He scoffs. “This world is just so weird. Everyone’s so slow here.”

Kisuke smiles wryly at him. “By your standards, Ichigo, I can assure you, people were pretty slow in our original timeline too.”

Ichigo frowns. “But you got Bankai in like three days too, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Kisuke says shamelessly. “But that was me, and I am a genius.” Ichigo snorts, and Kisuke smirks a little. “And it isn’t as if I flaunted it after I achieved it, or even made the Tenshintai known to anyone except Yoruichi-san and Tessai-san. I remained the Third Seat of the Second Division for a long time before Yoruichi-san signed me up for the captaincy trials, and only then did people find out I had Bankai. Generally speaking though, it takes at least ten years of rigorous combat experience and training to achieve Bankai. And ten years is a best-case scenario for prodigies. The average Shinigami take much longer, and some go their whole lives without being able to achieve it at all.”

Ichigo digests this with a scowl of distaste. Ten years. God, he would’ve died from the sheer… stagnancy ages ago if that was his learning curve.

“Well, whatever,” Ichigo dismisses with a shrug. “People will put it down to the two of us being… extra badass prodigies-” He grins when Kisuke makes an amused sound. “-and eventually get over it. Or maybe just you. If they think I started training for Bankai straight out of the Academy, then I’ve had about eight years to get it, which is more normal. Normalish.” He huffs. “So I’ll just have to make sure nobody tries to steal you, that’s all.”

Kisuke actually laughs at that, a brief rough noise of genuine open amusement that never fails to warm something in Ichigo for coaxing it out of the man.

“I shall endeavour to remain unstolen then,” Kisuke murmurs as he reaches out to brush fingers over Ichigo’s scars. It’s a new habit he’s developed ever since Ichigo woke up with them, and Ichigo can’t sense any guilt in the gesture so he lets it happen. The stitch marks don’t hurt, don’t even ache anymore the way they did at first when they were still fresh, but more than that, there’s something almost possessive in the way Kisuke touches them, and Ichigo can’t say he doesn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of it.

“After all,” Kisuke adds slyly, just to see Ichigo’s ears turn red, the bastard. “We can’t have anyone thinking that I’m anything but yours.”

It’s times like this that makes Ichigo miss memory-less Kisuke, just a bit. He was adorable and so very easy to fluster, and the Soul King knows Ichigo did his level best to cram as much embarrassment-inducing revenge into those months as he could fit.

“You’re terrible,” Ichigo mutters, as if they’re not both fully aware of how pleased he is under the scowl he’s currently directing at Kisuke. “I should’ve chased you around with my sword more often. I should’ve made you blush more often.”

“You were very gentle with me, all things considered,” Kisuke agrees cheerfully while Ichigo splutters. “If our positions had been reversed, I probably would’ve tried my hand at making you faint with sweet nothings-”

Ichigo unceremoniously knees him in the thigh, hard enough to bruise because the asshole definitely deserves it. “I fucking hate you. Next time Aunt Mio asks to dress you up, I’m gonna say yes.”

“The horror,” Kisuke deadpans, and Ichigo sulks. There’s just no winning with this man.

A hand slides down along his jaw before curling at his chin, and when Ichigo glances up, Kisuke’s expression has softened, his gaze a deep unwavering grey when Ichigo meets it.

Ichigo huffs and bats his hand away, only to shift his weight and curl into Kisuke’s side. “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, of course. It’s not like either of us would’ve left the other to flounder, no matter who found who first.”

Kisuke hums, absently tangling a hand in Ichigo’s hair. “It was the right tactic, with me,” He admits with a rueful quirk of a smile this time. “If you’d given me too much… too much sentiment, too quickly, I probably would’ve run, risk or no. I wasn’t the best with emotions, when I was young, as you might have guessed.”

Ichigo snorts, but he also reaches up to tug Kisuke’s hand into his own, lacing their fingers together. “You still aren’t the best with emotions as an adult. But it’s not like I’m awesome at it either, so it’s a good thing we both know each other well enough at this point that it doesn’t matter.”

When he looks up again, Kisuke’s free hand has lifted to his head, grasping for a hat he no longer owns. He aborts the move and reaches for his tea instead, obscuring part of his face as he takes another sip, and Ichigo rolls his eyes but lets him have his moment of pseudo-privacy. This is what embarrassed pleasure looks like on Kisuke, but the way his hand tightens around Ichigo’s says enough all on its own anyway.