When the sword penetrated his chest, Aizen barely whimpered. He should have been perturbed, perhaps even fearful. Yet the physical pain didn’t concern him much. It was something else that did.
The shock of being run through by Gin’s treacherous blade didn’t come from the impact or from the sudden, though expected, betrayal. It came from the perplexing flood of emotions pouring from Shinsō itself as it cut his flesh. From a disturbing wave of sensations that filled Aizen as though he were an empty cup.
These alien feelings didn’t belong to him.
They belonged to Gin – his betrayer, his killer, his...
All at once, he was suddenly able to perceive Gin’s intentions, and the intensity of this experience took him by surprise. It was much more than Aizen had anticipated, deeper than anything he normally had to process. The profound resentment seeping from the sword was both cold and hot, bitter and sweet, raw and calculated at the same time…
It was a baffling clash between his meticulous mind and the overwhelming force of intrusive emotions. They were too complex for Aizen to neatly name them and categorize, too unstable to put a label on them and move on.
He had believed he understood Gin’s anger, but it must have been just a vague idea. He had known, of course, that the boy despised him dearly. However, knowing something and experiencing it firsthand turned out to be incompatible.
When he thought about it, he had tasted Gin’s hatred before. He had kissed it from those lying lips each time the two of them had mingled in a fit of desire. The ugly way Gin wanted him when they had indulged in bodily pleasures had made Aizen wonder where the contempt ended and the attraction began.
The killing intent had always been there – in Gin’s narrowed eyes, in his cruel touches. But Aizen would have lied if he had claimed he never enjoyed the beautiful brutality of their shameless acts.
So when Shinsō entered his ribcage, it felt almost familiar, as though Gin let something honest slip at the peak of his pleasure. And Aizen was taken aback by this slip simply because it was too open, too uncomfortable.
It violated their unspoken agreement to share their bodies and their paths, but never their truths. Now their long-term game had reached its climax, and Aizen realized how much was left unsaid. Not about the poorly disguised animosity, but about that unsettling thing that lay buried underneath. About the thing that shouldn’t have been there and yet it bled through the sharpness of the blade.
Aizen felt it inside himself. Incomprehensible. Defying all logic.
It was Gin’s childish hope of keeping Aizen to himself despite the burning desire to kill him.
As Gin pulled his sword free and the blood erupted from the wound, Aizen hissed in a jolt of pain. He was still very much alive, which meant Gin had disappointed him. The attempted murder was rushed and amateurish. And so it had failed.
Now it was Aizen’s turn to return the favor by cutting his lover down. But before he could do so, Gin’s deceitful fingers found their place on Aizen’s bleeding chest.
“Ya should be glad,” the silver-haired boy said with a vicious glee. “Ya get to die with a hole in yer heart. Isn’t that what ya always wanted?”
Aizen didn’t reply, sparing them the embarrassment of being sincere. However, they both knew Gin wasn’t talking purely about the Hollowfication. There had been a void all along where Aizen’s heart should have been. Would it change anything if he admitted that he had tried to fill it?
There had been times he nearly believed it had worked; times when Gin had asked exactly the right questions, followed by the quiet comfort of needing no answers. When “perhaps” and “almost” had been hanging between them like raindrops on lashes, trembling with the knowledge of being fated to fall.
But in the end, it was never complete. And maybe… this was for the best. Had he trusted Gin, he would have regretted it now as these smiling lips whispered the word “Bankai.”
There was a gaping hole, nothing more. Not in his heart, only in his chest.
By the time the moon had begun its descend the bottle was nearly empty. Two simple ceramic cups sat forgotten on the wooden tray, one of them still half-full, the other one knocked off. The expensive sake had spilled from it across the polished surface.
What a waste of perfectly good alcohol…
Yet, no one seemed to care.
Hirako’s wide, toothy smile was gone, his lips parted as he let out a quiet hiss. Both his wrists were pinned down to the tatami, firmly held in Captain’s Urahara larger, stronger hands.
Their lips were inches apart, glossy with kisses and sake. Shinji’s lower lip was red and slightly swollen, Urahara’s bite had left a little mark there. But even after the bite, Hirako didn’t quite try to push him away or scold him.
Urahara must have taken Shinji’s submission as a permission to continue, that was why his other hand slipped with such confidence under the man’s black hakama. Hirako’s legs parted, encouraging the touch. His lips parted even wider, as though he expected yet another kiss. But Urahara didn’t intend to oblige. He lowered his head, focusing on Shinji’s throat. His teeth found the other man’s Adam’s apple. The bite tore a haunting gasp from Hirako’s mouth.
The two Captains were getting reckless, and the scene appeared too intimate for the prying eyes.
Yet Sōsuke kept watching, absorbing every detail from the safety of his favorite Bakudō – Kyokkō.
It was a good thing he had followed his Captain tonight. Had he not, he would never have witnessed such a revealing display of vulnerability and instinct. The moment Shinji had caught Kisuke’s hand and sipped from his cup, Aizen had actually considered leaving the two to their little game. However, the discomfort of watching such obvious seduction got mixed with something darker that grew inside him, raised and finally resurfaced.
How dare his Captain take the gift from him and come to share it with Kisuke Urahara?
Aizen had selected that bottle of sake with far more precision than the occasion required, and yet his precious Captain hadn’t even considered inviting him to sample it. The sense of injustice, perhaps unreasonable, quietly continued to eat at Aizen’s mind. He stayed and watched the scene unfold. Just as he had predicted, the Captains’ behavior quickly became deeply improper. It was escalating further with every kiss and bite.
The two hadn’t even moved deeper into the room, staying in front of the open backdoors that led to the inner garden. Hidden under the spell, Aizen stepped closer to the engawa – close enough to hear every whisper and catch every moan.
It annoyed him. The fact that these images and these sounds pricked at something raw and aching inside his own body. He kept watching, of course, he wouldn’t miss such an opportunity to see the two of his important enemies locked together in a fit of primal, animistic heat. However, he soon discovered with a painful certainty that he himself wasn’t fully immune to bodily urges. His fists clenched on their own as he observed his Captain’s lustful body squirming under Urahara’s touch.
Why did it have to be Urahara? The only man who could possibly match Aizen’s own brilliance?
He blamed it on sake; the carefully chosen gift was supposed to grant him at least one cozy evening with his distrustful Captain. Instead, it was used against him in the most cruel way – introducing his rival into their private game.
A wave of something hot, something that Aizen couldn’t recognize right away, spread beneath his ribs like a sealing Kidō. It sparked a dangerous thought: what if this was on purpose? What if his Captain had somehow deciphered his interest in Kisuke Urahara’s research?
Was it even remotely probable that the two men had known he would be watching them tonight? Were they doing those things just to make him feel that way? This made no sense from a logical standpoint, Aizen understood that.
Still, deep down the unsettling sensation didn’t disappear. It thrived, whispering nonsense in the back of his head. He pressed his lips together as he watched Urahara stroking Hirako. His own body responded to that spicy image.
He didn’t know exactly which one of them he would gladly switch places with, if he only could. The urge to touch himself ran through his veins, and he had to suppress it before it took hold.
This devious sake always brought to the surface people’s worst impulses.
Aizen avoided drinking. Yet he felt drunk on his own unfulfilled desire.
Shinji hummed low in his throat, enjoying Kisuke’s attention. His head turned to one side, his eyes falling right at the spot where Aizen stood, hidden.
“How long are ya plannin’ to watch?”
It took Aizen a second to process the words, and another to evaluate his situation.
His breath caught in his chest as he stood frozen in place. How long… How long had his Captain known he was there?
Urahara paused his caresses as well, now staring at the exact spot right outside the room. It was hard to tell if he was surprised or not because he wore the same sly smile as before.
“Well, this is awkward,” the man said lightly, trying to make himself sound embarrassed, but his body language contradicted his statement. He seemed perfectly confident, and not ashamed in the slightest. “You can come out now, Lieutenant Aizen,” he added in a lighthearted tone. “We won’t be mad.”
So it was a game after all, the one designed to mock him. Aizen was skilled at playing all sorts of mind games – that was the sort of challenge he never backed away from.
He released the spell, making himself be visible. Then he sank into a deep, respectful bow.
“Captain Hirako, Captain Urahara,” he said quickly, faking nervousness. “Please accept my sincere apologies for disturbing you. I was just…”
“Save yer lies for someone who falls for them, Sōsuke,” his Captain interrupted. He sounded irritated but not half as dangerous as he usually did. His narrow eyes swept across Aizen’s body, lingering especially on his lower part. “I know exactly what ya were doin’. If ya like watchin’ so much… why don’tcha come closer. Bet Kisuke wouldn’t mind.”
Urahara only smiled at that – a smile that wasn’t innocent at all.
“Should I bring another cup?”
“No need,” Hirako replied, not even waiting for Aizen’s decision. “My holier-than-the-Soul-King lieutenant doesn’t drink,” he explained with a barely concealed disdain. “He only pretends he does when he thinks I’m watchin’.”
His Captain’s gaze lingered obnoxiously long on the spot where Aizen’s hakama was pressing too tightly to the bulge underneath. Painfully aware of his arousal, or rather of how visible the evidence was, Aizen clasped his hands in front of himself. A gesture that might pass as modesty. The truth was, he experienced no shame – not in the usual sense. If anything, he felt mild irritation over the loss of control over his own body, and over the perception the others had of him.
He blinked twice, putting on the act of the good-lieutenant and trying his best to sell the innocent look. But inside he was buzzing with pure, undiluted thrill. It was very exciting because their offer was real. And he was going to take them up on it just to test how far this would go.
“Captain, do you mean it?” he asked meekly, not moving an inch from his spot.
“I told ya to quit playin’ dumb,” Shinji huffed. His cheeks were visibly flushed either from frustration or the alcohol in his veins.
Urahara had released his wrists by now so Hirako lifted himself from the tatami, resting on his elbows. However, his swollen erection still rested in the other Captain’s hand. Aizen pretended not to stare but his Captain beckoned him with a tilt of his head.
“Get in here,” the man ordered. “And not another lie. Consider this yer lucky day.”
Without prolonging the hesitant act, Aizen slowly climbed up the engawa and entered the room. He sat down next to Shinji’s head, on the opposite side of Kisuke Urahara.
Urahara didn’t acknowledge him with so much as a glance, his eyes stayed low – focused entirely on Shinji’s body. This little detail pricked at Aizen’s pride, not strongly but enough to be registered as internally disrupting.
The Captain of the Twelve resumed his rhythm – a smug smile on his face, and a chilling sense of control in his every stroke. His steady hands made Hirako’s back arch instantaneously. Aizen observed, absorbing the scene and learning as he watched.
His own fingers twitched involuntarily, driven by the impulse to touch his Captain’s head, his smooth hair, his flushed face. He subdued that instinct. It was too soon to engage – he would rather wait for the right moment, for the perfect opening.
“Feeling a bit adventurous, aren’t we, Hirako-san?” Urahara murmured, enjoying the other’s responsiveness and frivolity. “So… what’s between the two of you?” he asked lightly, almost as an afterthought.
“Nothing,” Aizen told him, perhaps a little too quickly to be considered genuine.
“Mind yer own business, Kisuke,” Shinji for once actually agreed with him, his lips twisting in a sour grimace of displeasure.
“Curious way to put it.” Urahara grinned. “Considering I’m taking care of your business right now.”
Shinji didn’t smile at that, only clicked his tongue. “Tsk. Very funny… Now, do me a favor and use that clever mouth of yours for somethin’ other than tellin’ lame jokes.”
Hearing that request spoken so plainly made Aizen’s own erection twitch beneath the fabric. Even more so as Urahara lowered his head and stuck out his tongue for a tentative taste.
His hand twitched again, but he pressed it back down.
Urahara playfully teased his Captain, licking the tip as though he never intended to go any further. It caused Shinji’s hand to snap down to the sandy-blonde hair in a desperate attempt to force the other to take him deeper.
The Captain of the Twelve didn’t indulge him, instead, he brushed his smiling lips against the reddened tip. It could be read as a gentle kiss. But it was delaying the pleasure, it was a display of who was really controlling the game.
A thought arrived, sudden and visceral, telling Aizen that he should have been in charge. He was surely better at this than Urahara. He could make Shinji moan, begging for more.
This time he let his hand move from his lap. Slowly, it reached toward his Captain’s face. His thumb brushed lightly against Hirako’s lower lip – a touch as brief as a summer breeze.
Then he pressed harder; his thumb came to rest against the soft pink of Shinji’s mouth. It forced those narrow lips apart. His Captain grunted, but didn’t stop Aizen, didn’t even flinch under the intrusion.
Aizen savored the sensation under his fingertip, feeling the softness and warmth of the lips that had told him to stay away so many times before. He waited patiently for Urahara’s next move, and when he made it – finally taking Shinji deeper – only then Aizen pushed his thumb inside, entering the wet warmth of the mouth.
His dear, filthy Captain sucked on his finger greedily and kept letting out the most wanton sounds. After a few moments of repetitive motion, the game began to bore him, so Aizen decided to replace his thumb with his index and middle finger. The angle he used forced Shinji’s mouth wide open. The drool pooled at the corners of Hirako’s mouth. The sight of his Captain swallowing his fingers triggered a pleasant tingling between Aizen’s legs.
He pulled out his fingers, testing how sticky they had become; a string of saliva stretched between them like a spider’s web. His eyes never left Hirako’s as he brought his hand closer to his own face. Then he licked the saliva off his fingers.
A faint taste of sake spread across his tongue. He closed his eyes, just for a second, imagining it was his Captain’s mouth that he was tasting.
Shinji’s lustful voice snapped him back to reality.
“Hey, Sōsuke.”
The words came out raspy, and this unusual roughness in his Captain’s tone did strange things to Aizen’s self-control.
“Ya look like you’re dyin’ to taste me,” the man said mockingly. But everything about this situation meant that it was absolutely no joke.
Sprawled across the tatami, with his long hair spilled around his head like a stain of gold, Shinji seemed vulnerable in the most tempting way.
“Come closer. I might let ya,” he baited.
It was enough for Aizen to dive right into this challenge.
Dipping his head low, he claimed his Captain’s lips. His tongue once again found the taste of sake.
Hirako moaned into their kiss, perhaps caught off guard by his possessive side that Aizen let slip into that action. Seconds had passed, but none of them wanted to break the contact. Neither one pulled away. Their tongues collided in a fierce exchange much like blades in a violent battle.
When they finally broke apart, Shinji looked like a mess, and Aizen felt his own face grow hot in an uncontrolled, ugly manner. He turned his gaze toward Urahara who seemed to take a break from pleasuring Hirako. Their eyes met for the first time tonight and Aizen’s excitement rapidly spiked.
Kisuke Urahara looked at him with his full attention, and the sheer force of this gaze sent chills down Aizen’s spine. Because unlike Hirako’s, these eyes pinned him down, shimmering both with desire and fascination. They lacked the emotional fire that his dear Captain could provide. Instead, they offered something colder – something that Aizen recognized, as though he was staring at his own reflection.
It was effortless dominance and constant calculation barely concealed behind those gray irises.
“My turn,” Urahara said slyly, his hand already reaching for the edge of Aizen’s collar.
His rough fingers curled against the soft fabric and pulled him in until their mouths crashed together in a forceful kiss. Urahara’s tongue forced itself past Aizen’s lips, and Sōsuke was able to taste more than just sake this time. This time… it was the flavor of Shinji’s cock.
Without closing his eyes, he gave in to that kiss, letting Urahara set the pace and the angle. The warm, intoxicating sensation that must have felt like being drunk washed over his body from the inside.
The direction in which the events were heading, made him think that, indeed, it was his lucky day.
The only problem was, Sōsuke Aizen didn’t believe in luck.
So the reason was the sake – and the right man, at the right time, in the right place.
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Honestly I've been wondering how shinji would react to almost an entire division that would smother and unconditionally, openly show their captain respect and affection?
I feel like it'd mess with him a bit
I think Shinji would immediately get veeery suspicious, he's a low-trust type of guy. And also he isn't openly very affectionate type, or even emotionally open, unless he is performing exaggerated friendliness like he does in Karakura High School.
What I mean is, he would narrow his eyes and think "what the hell they want from me" if all of a sudden the whole division drawn him with kindness. He'd assume this is fake and some sort of mind game. And with all the trauma he's been through, can you even blame him?
He might even get irritated by that, or pretend irritation just to get things to the neutral baseline. He does not trust 'nice' people. He trusts people like Hiyori who kicks you in the face, or bitchslap you with a flip-flop. Because these interactions are genuine. And too much kindness reads like a trap. Also, perhaps there is a subconscious sense of not being trustworthy enough himself to receive too much of warm feelings from the others.
This is just a theory, but given what his Bankai can do, I think there is some trust issue/guilt there under the surface in Shinji.
may as well repost an old favorite since the final cour is coming out now. i had too much fun with this piece to forget about it even 5 years later. bleach 4eva
Slow strokes followed by soft exhales, all in a perfect rhythm. Each movements, every flick of his wrist is deliberate.
The crimson liquid following the tip of the brush is the only thing his eyes are focused on. This is the most relaxed he has ever been in years since… Since this person's arrival in his life, it's like a weight that has been pushed off his shoulders, and the best way to commemorate...
An art of writing, aligning the beauty of these lines and the zen philosophy of it. Concentrating on ones thoughts, on your very conscience, how refined. How beautifully constructed.
But this art is not for everyone, it takes practice, patience, precision and a lot of observation. He has those qualities. And by making great use of them he has took the chance to guide it, teach it to the students at the academy.
進化
"The Kanji for evolution." He paused. "Or progress."
The tip of his brush finally left the ground, he lowered his head, his hair following the movement as it obscured his face. His glasses also sat at the very edge of his nose, he dragged the silence.
"Thank you, [NAME]."
After a moment he finally sat back straight, his eyes meeting yours.
"You contributed to this very concept, you have taught me a lesson. And it certainly was to my great benefit."
His breathing was steady and his gaze didn't leave yours, his expression unreadable.
"You were a beautiful distraction,
Sadly I lack interest in corpses."
Hey! I liked your view of Aizen so far im afraid to ask but how would you think he would love someone or fall for someone sorry to bother you love the fanart and fanfiction I gave commented as a guest cause I don’t have a ao3 account.
No u guys never would bother me do not say that ;w; and thank you for reading my fanfiction. I actually worked on this for weeks I wanted to combine it with Kisuke but I notice Aizen headcanon is friggen long so I will seperate them (warning: desturbing themes ahead, thoughts of harm and manipulation)
Aizen And Attraction- The Psychological nightmareeeee
I found this audio (I have no idea how tho), "Vengeful Presence" and it felt like that this would be his internal melody and what it feels like if you dare to make a man like him feel things.
Like the track moves with a slow, cold, and haunting rhythm—like a detached heartbeat of sort (?!). And beneath that pulse, there is a constant, prickling background noise (or my headphones are broken), like the static of an old TV. That static is the friction of your presence invading his space. And then the dark quiet that follows after like literal emptiness.
So feel free to listen to while you read my ramblings~
FIRST: The Person of their interests
To lay down the ground work: for Aizen to feel anything other than absolute boredom, a person cannot just be strong; you must be an existential anomaly like he is or maybe like inverted mirror. But they must possess at least those two traits that it works:
High Intelligence & Independence: You don't seek approval. You operate on your own logic, maybe understanding or see his reasonings but would never try to wear his ambition as your own (the reasons why can vary) — but for the most part because you have your very own views and goals that you are working towards.
Contempt and Hatred
Because Aizen’s entire existence is hyper-fixated on his ultimate goal, anything unrelated to that path is met with absolute, frozen detachment. His internal world is a perfectly controlled, pitch-black void. He understands logic, strategy, and power, but he does not understand personal, involuntary fixation. I found the scene so very telling
Because if the feeling has nothing to do with the Hōgyoku, the Soul King, or anything practical, he is completely detached from it.
So he only notices you first as a glitch—that your entire being is as if were like a flashlight that dares to strike through the deep black void of his soul— in a way you can imagine, it would be like if you look at the sun, directly. You would squint and probably look away that could be a good analogy of how it feels for him keep noticing you—
Not pleasant. But somehow… he does not look away.
You occupy his thoughts, but his brain defaults to his most familiar powerful emotions he is able to feel that he knows: contempt boarding to utter deep hatred. His psyche literally lacks the software to emotionally process or pinpoint something immediately like that because it is so very personal..
„Such an truly despicable presence...“
But in truth is he despises that he keeps looking at you, noticing you!
🩸 Phase 1
At first, Aizen remains physically and verbally detached. Also to add if he still acts as a lieutenant/captain he cannot just show his darkness.
So he observes them from a distance, at times even uncharacteristically absent that can come across of being uninterested— in a way not as responsive playing his role
but also not fully straining away either. Probably most the times he has people keeping his tabs on you, since he is busy and all. Because distance for him somehow is a factor to him when it comes to you.
He will treat you with his signature polite parental way— but if you say something/do something that rattles him (that shows your significance) he will only smile while closing his eyes but during that he thinks… very morbid things.
The Irrational Annoyance:
He notices tiny details. The way you breathe, the sound of your footsteps, the specific cadence of your voice. It irritates him. If you enter a room, his focus immediately, involuntarily snaps to you.
The Core Conflict:
For a man who prides himself on absolute mental autonomy, the fact that a minor variable (you) can alter his internal state is infuriating. He labels it a clinical annoyance. He tells himself he is simply studying a peculiar specimen. He isn’t.
🩸 Phase 2
As the irritation persists and he realizes he cannot stop thinking about you and like I said those thoughts will become dark and deeply disturbing.
This is the indicator of his attraction. Intimate violence. But while he does this things in his mind his internal monologue would never be angry or overall emotional— he is to detached to do so.
It is because he cannot possess you truly emotionally (due to your radical independence), his mind begins to simulate your physical and psychological breaking points. If you could look inside his head, it would look like a horror film.
The Morbid thoughts:
He begins to have quiet, vivid fantasies of dismantling you. He wonders what color your blood looks like under specific lighting. He imagines his hand snapping your collarbone or how it would feel to feel your pulse at his fingers speeding up, or slowing down.
It is this dark curiosity like he wants to know if that radical independence stays in your eyes when you are in agony, scared, angry or humiliated.
Like I said the hint is that this is somehow attraction—
Is that this isn't clean, it’s not the clinical violence he uses on battlefield for his enemies (like cutting down Hitsugaya). This is slow, lingering, and tactile. He wants to touch the places he breaks. He wants to be the one holding you as you choke on your own blood. The violence becomes at first his only language for him to allow himself to desire to be close to you. It is a desire to peel you open to see what makes you so you.
Sexual attraction:
If you somehow survive his fabricated dangerous situations for you (that also will happen)
maybe it is because you’re not enough of an threat to his plans so he calculates them so that you somehow survive— or you have plot armor or I don’t know you’re very special 🙂↕️
Aizen is the worst kind of slow burn if you somehow spark something sexually in him, it would only irritates him further. He would have those thoughts I said before but those would slowly turn sexual. But also not in a good way— like I’m sorry I just can’t imagine that this friggen dude has a healthy sexuality NOPEEE 😂😂😂
And then he would notice it, the arousal, in a way he cannot detach and reread away from it because that is so entirely new and uncharacteristically for him, and that would make him angry, so very angry.
(But everything is internally no one would see a thing)
Because it would directly attack his ego—his god complex. And it is in a way so very humiliating for him— and he would never put it on himself so he would twist it again that you (!!!!) are in fact in way humiliating him. It’s your fault. In a way he would be a hypocrite playing the blaming game first, but he is. And with all the people that actually try to fight him, question him— they never affected him but your presence alone humiliating him in a such intimate way, that stings. You can imagine that this is not good for you. Not good at all.
🩸 Phase 3
The turning point happens when Aizen notice so many perfect, logical opportunities to completely erase you—and he simply doesn't take it, everytime.
The Epiphany: (I love that word so much)
Aizen kills people who inconvenience him without a second thought. But with you, he realizes that despite his violent fantasies, he has never actually desired your permanent absence. He doesn't want you to be truly dead. No. That would be boring.
He wants you broken, but alive, and foremost so very exposed entirely under his scalpel. It is similar like a pinned butterfly display and the process of it (google the tutorial if you can stomach it how people do that that’s how I imagine his „love“ would be)
"MOUNTING & PRESERVING"
The Diagnosis:
When he finally names a emotion. It isn't anymore this thing that costumes as hatred. And finally, the crease between his eyebrows that appears so often on his face in your presence would lessen, since he feels more in control again, making him way more at ease. But do not misunderstand me this makes him only more predatory. The realization of this personal consuming desire for you doesn't soften him; it makes him much more dangerous.
The Trap
Once Aizen partly accepts this attraction, his behavior shifts into a highly toxic campaign to undermine your independence. The thing is he wants an equal but that stays only in theory in his subconscious— his ego cannot tolerate actually having an equal. Therefore, he will actively work to ruin the very traits that attracted him to you in the first place, or he would turn this anger, that humiliation that still simmers in him, back to you wanting to hurt you in a very intimate way.
(You can imagine the extent/ the details/ ways since I’m still not fully concrete on those and also I believe it would reflect on the person, what it can be how much etc.)
But he would definitely do:
-Systematic Gaslight
He will subtly alter your environment, orchestrating events to make you doubt your own intelligence. He will drop hints, leave false trails, and slowly alienate you from anyone else, ensuring that he is the only person you can interact with.
-Targeting the Self-Awareness
He will weaponize his deep understanding of psychology to find the one thing that you’re vulnerable to. The thing can be that you are uncertain of or scared of and slowly he would drill, drill and drill deeper into it.
He doesn’t have to say things that trigger this, his artistry is manipulating senses you know! He wants to see that radical honesty turn into self-doubt and much more he wants to be the cause to see your everything.
The Ultimate Cruelty:
So yeah... it’s pretty shit to be desired by him xD
The tragedy of being desired by Aizen is that it is a losing game. If the partner resists his attempts to keep them small— his violent fixation/obsession impulses would not go away but fix even more onto you.
And you maybe thought during this— „hey but this headcanon only works if the person is in way is not available for him— like it’s kind of onsided“
And if you thought so you’re right. Because coming back to his desire to have an equal and his isolation which created his god complex. (Which I went here into more detail here )
His identity is build on being that person so in a way he would „attach“ what we call dismissive avoidant even tho I don’t like what pop-culture did to that theory.
And those kind of people are very often attracted towards people that for whatever reason are not fully available for them. Because then in his case they could become an equal or in a way close that he would find it truly threatening— so he simply in my headcanon this attraction would not really from to this extent. Because he doesn’t really want softness. His utter most desire will be ALWAYS staying in control.
I don’t know if I said anything profound but I wanted to share this since I feel like now I have sorted my thoughts or ideas on him in a concrete way— Im would not call this love obv. but I think anything that goes into a more personal direction for him would be not...good.
I’m interested of hearing your thoughts and opinions 💚🥒
This is a very interesting read I recommend to anyone who writes Aizen!
Because this can be applied not only to (for a lack of better word) romantic or erotic interaction but to any relational interaction he has that for some reason extends the manipulation.
I think some of these Phases could be applied to:
Ichigo - he is an anomaly, his 'origin' sparks the initial interest but this interest is transformed into an obsession including stalking, detailed data-gathering, testing by indirectly influence his surroundings and events around him, isolating by threatening his friends, direct challenging into a rivalry, attempt of manipulation and emotional violence. And the irritation behind all these action become visible only after Aizen's composure crumbles during they clash and we finally see there has been anger, contempt, wish to destroy all along. There has to be because the self-construct of Aizen is becoming gradually threaten by Ichigo's existence, perseverance, and self-realization that surpasses his own.
Urahara - here the obsession is suggests by many many times and manga panels in which Aizen mention's Urahara's name, his achievements, or his intellect. This fascination is based on extraordinary intelligence which causes the two of them to come up with the same conclusion - the Hogyoku. So naturally this interest in Urahara is immediately treated as rivalry and it is also suggested that for some time it is internal and one-sided (Urahara doesn't know about Aizen when Aizen already has expectations and prediction based on stalking him). So again, stalking, data gathering, comparing his own intellect to Urahara's, stealing his devices and ideas, framing him to ultimately get rid of the 'source of the problem'. Just that the 'problem' doesn't disappear (Aizen is shown thinking about Urahara as someone who could have intellectually surpass him even after 'outsmarting' the man.)
Hitsugaya - this might be controversial take but I think the amount of intentional cruelty toward Hitsugaya who doesn't threaten Aizen in any way (not the strength, not the intellect) suggest some sort of interest, obsession, and in consequences a violent thoughts and intent to dissect the object of that interest. Aizen's deeds against Hitsugaya mostly include manipulation of Hitsugaya's best friend Momo, which reads as a very precise spot to target (at Hitsugaya's connection). This initial interest in Hitsugaya might origin from the boy being called a prodigy, which in some ways might mirror how Aizen sees himself. Or, and Aizen possibly saw the potential in Hitsugaya and his cruelty toward the boy is a twisted way to 'help him evolve' through fear and hardship.
Hirako - again, probably controvertial, however I think there might have been at least a short period of time where Hirako was that annoying, frustrating source of interest to Aizen because of Aizen not knowing how was Hirako able to suspect him, and not falling under the 'good lieutenant' illusion. The mystery would naturally create some interest. And so the consequence is choosing Hirako as his 'ideal' captain, manipulating the events around him and finally plotting his brutal Hollowfication, along with hurting all his friends in the process (Hiyori being targeted notonce but twice). Again, this cruelty reads as sort of revenge for causing the unwanted disturbance in Aizen's internal life.
It is also worth noticing that in the end none of these characters who potentially sparked Aizen's interest were killed by him - as Phase 3 suggests - they rather got managed, explained, isolated, and used.
ooc traitorous trio alert, gin looking through their search histories (nothing naughty sadly), let's pretend this stuff already exists pls
Getting under AIZEN's wing was simpler than most would imagine. The real difficulty lied in constraining the urge to kill him. TOSEN was not easy to get around either. But GIN had to wait. What better way to pass the time than to use the family computa?
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<First Peek>
Soft clacking of keys resound throughout the underground lab, accompanied by the low humming and whirring of research equipment. As a final confirmation of whatever he was doing, Aizen clicks on his mouse and sighs, apparently taxed with finding no conclusive results for the day.
"Seems like you're stumped, Lieutentant Aizen. Maybe ya should take a break?"
"Perhaps I should." The brunette adjusts his frames before rising from his seat, "In the mean time, I trust you'll look after the lab for a bit?"
His gentle smile settles on Gin, belying his wretched character. This was not a request, obviously...
"Don't got nothin' better to do. Those guys don't look fun to hangout with, anyway." Gin replies and glances over to the capsules containing disfigured Hollow specimens. It seems like anyone who's useful to Aizen is doomed, Shinigami or not.
With an obscure glint in his eyes, Aizen wordlessly exits the room, sparing no effort to look back at the silver beast behind him. Once hearing the gate's mechanism lock in place, the boy's grin slackens into a subtle frown.
"Now, what to do?..."
Gin surveys the room with disinterest until determining that fooling around on the computer would ease his boredom. The first thing he notices is nothing special, other than Aizen's penchant for a certain hue.
"Geez, this place is already purple enough. Why's he gotta make everything on here the same color, too? Oh, well, at least some of 'em are in different shades..."
He continues shuffling around the open tabs, which are filled with nothing but reports about failed Hollowfications. Clickclickclickclickclick. And exits out of all of them. They should've been auto-saved already, but if they weren't, well...
Deciding that a search browser would be a harmless venture, he clicks on its icon and the site unceremoniously loads in.
"Hmm. How about..."
His cursor hovers over the search bar to type in 'people falling compilation,' but pauses when he sees a list of previous entries:
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justice
why is my captain giving me mixed signals
justice
proper way to aura farm in front of your rival
why are blondes kissable and punchable psychology
how to make your captain like you
zanpakuto soul-fusion techniques
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...
Why is there only one thing related to their research on here? Gin scratches his head at this, but before he can do anything else, Tosen enters the vicinity and scolds him for slacking off, "It's my turn to use the computer."
The older Shinigami shoos him away and politely shifts onto the seat. He takes a deep breath and leans closer to the monitor, as if waiting for something to appear. Five seconds pass. Then ten. Then—
"Justice."
"...What?"
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<Many, many peeks later...>
"I'll be out for a while. Look after the lab for me."
"Sure thing, Captain Aizen."
The trio was finally reaching a critical point in their artifical Hollow research after several decades. Of course, Gin couldn't care less about the results. So, he engages in a rather mundane pastime—that is, playing on the computer again.
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Soulfari search history results:
tofu steak recipe
best hair gel for men
secret to conquering boiled eggs
utilizing attraction psychology
JUSTICE
how to accept loneliness
will i be alone forever
JUSTICEJUSTICEJUSTICEJUS
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"Just a buncha nonsense this time." He stares blankly at the queue for a moment, particularly at the 'loneliness' bit, but disregards it shortly. "Guess I'll destroy some noobs in DBD now."
And so he does. Because he's Ichimaru Gin.
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I couldn't stop thinking about this fic idea from @bleachplease ! Hope u enjoy.. aheheheh...
For those who don't know, DBD stands for Dead by Daylight, and i think gin would absolutely demolish everyone in that game, either as survivor or killer. In general, i think he would be good at any game on any platform. Could even be in tournaments, idk! Mama aizen does limit his screen time ofc. And tosen.. he just needs another outlet. Can u blame him.
Hi! I just discovered your blog and I love your take of Aizen!! I wanted to ask you what's your opinion on Kyoka Suigetsu? Do you think it is a female spirit? ( In my headcanon she is) and how is the spirit's personality? Is it cruel and methodical like Aizen or something completely different? I would love to see what you think!!
Thank youuu so much 💚💚💚💚🥒🥒🥒🥒
I’ve actually thought about this a lot, and I always come back to the conclusion that because Kyōka Suigetsu’s powers offer boundless possibilities, they aren't bound by any binary. They can shift into absolutely anyone or anything—like a liquid mirror. But when they choose not to, they are just empty and dark.
I imagine Aizen’s inner world as a vast, pitch-black space where the 'ceiling' is made entirely of water. Yet, somehow this water reflects absolutely nothing—not even Aizen himself when he stands beneath it in the void. It’s an empty, echoing nothingness. But whenever Kyōka Suigetsu manifests, it’s like his inner world literally starts to crack or shatter ;))))))))))
They are definitely cruel, but it’s a completely different flavor of cruelty than Aizen’s!
Adult Aizen is clinical and methodical. BUUUUUUUUT I imagine that actually when he was younger, he was more actively cruel out of sheer curiosity about how people would react. But as an adult, he kind lost that spark or it’s served for people who „worth“ the effort because he already knows exactly how everyone will react. Watching the same movie play out over and over again gets boring, right?
Kyōka Suigetsu, on the other hand, never really lost that active desire to provoke. They are incredibly bored by the void of their own being and far less patient than their master. They are constantly arguing with him, telling him he isn't using their powers enough, complaining that their illusions would make things faster and easier. Even though they know THAT IS THE POINT WHYYYYYY but the thing is they are just sooooo bored— can’t Aizen act sometimes a bit less selfish?! Nope.
Aizen will just chuckle softly, saying something like, „My, my, you really are bored, aren't you? It seems I’ve neglected you a bit...“
The truth is, Aizen maintains a barrier even with his closest partner. We know in his subconscious, Aizen harbors a completely different wish—the longing to be a normal Shinigami or find an equal. Kyōka Suigetsu knows this, but they will never flat-out say it. To speak that truth aloud would break the supreme illusion of superiority and that their partnership is perfectly aligned of being fulfilling which it is not. They are both not satisfied.
Instead, Kyōka uses sharp, mocking remarks to try and get a rise out of their master, both to cure their own boredom and to desperately feel closer to him. When Ichigo fought Aizen and felt the loneliness bleeding from his blade, I truly believe he wasn't just feeling Aizen's isolation. He was feeling Kyōka Suigetsu’s loneliness, too. They are both haunted by the same curse: even between a god and his weapon, there is no absolute realness. Not even between them— because if it would it would shatter everything and there would be just black void of meaningless.
And to add one last headcanon: if Aizen ever did catch feelings or get the hots for someone, Kyōka Suigetsu would TOTALLY weaponize it xD
They would instantly transform into that person in his inner world, parading their face right in front of him just to get a reaction. They know Aizen won't break his composure, but they also know it deeply annoys him that they know his secret—and they will absolutely rub it in his face.
Like of course they would like master like tool.
Haha, sorry for going on such a massive tangent 🥒🥒🥒💚💚💚
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