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[kuroneko-hikage]

Old Soul

I will be writing little blurbs of character drabbles and whatnot in penance for all the ship-weeks I keep missing on the discord. So let’s start with the current one: HitsuMatsu.

~*Old Soul*~

“Ne, ne, Taichou! Has anyone ever told you that you are an old soul?”

Toshiro frowned, looking over at his most-likely-already-drunk-because-it’s-five-o’clock-somewhere lieutenant laying uselessly on one of his couches. About a dozen or so sake bottles were spread out on the table in front of her, and Toshiro had no guess as to which ones still had sake in them, if any at all. Her slurred words told him every inch was bone dry.

Sighing and taking off his glasses to give himself a break from the never-ending paperwork no thanks to her, he stood up. Yes, but only by one person. “No, no one has ever said that to me until you did just now. How so,” he asked, trying to get a good glimpse of her red face. Today was a rare day, in which Rangiku Matsumoto was drinking alone. No Shuuhei, no Izuru, and no Kyoraku in sight. He couldn’t blame her, though. The date was explanation enough for why she was like this at only nine in the morning.

She looked absolutely miserable with a splotchy face and tears in her eyes that haven’t quite fallen yet, though he would surmise that she had already done so when she woke up this morning. It would be crying session number two once these tears made landfall.

Rangiku let out a boisterous laugh, slapping her knee for added effect. She was trying to appear more chipper than what she was feeling. Enough years had gone by for Toshiro to decipher Rangiku’s moods. “You are an old soul. You’re like a grandpa in a young body. And you can’t convince me otherwise!” She shouted the last sentence while waving a bottle in the air, probably intending for it to seem threatening, but Toshiro silently admitted was just cute.

“I’m not old,” he childishly defended as he walked over to the end of the couch and sat on the arm. Immediately, he was assaulted by sandals as Rangiku shoved them up onto his lap. He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t push them away.

“Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes! You are a stickler for rules, you speak like you’re a grandpa, and you’re ruthless to your entire division when it comes to paperwork!”

It was harder this time around to resist the chuckle, just barely keeping it from escaping with a bite to his lower lip. “Rules are there for a reason. I don’t talk any differently than you or the trainees do, and it’s only you who thinks I drag through paperwork. And considering the fact that it is your literal job to deal with it, or the fact that you don’t do it at all, I don’t think you have reason to complain.”

Rangiku whined. An honest to Soul King whine. “But you’re such a hard ass!”

“Hey.” He lightly slapped her foot, though she acted as if it was a mortally fatal wound. “I prefer to think of being a hard ass a good trait!”

She snorted. “You would.”

“Pervert,” he threw back.

“Shorty!”

“Drunkard!”

“Boss!”

“Fat ass!”

She immediately sat upright, Toshiro failing to hide a smirk as she desperately defended herself and adjusted her collar, jiggling her boobs. “Hey, I can’t help their busty size.”

It was the last straw, and he collapsed into the back of the couch laughing. It was only him for a few moments, before Rangiku joined with him. It was such a ridiculous go between them, there could be no response other than the outlandish laughter they were currently subjected to. It was amazing that, even on days like today, they could wallow in sadness, guilt, longing and laughter. Drunk or not, Toshiro and Rangiku were like this, it was how they were really feeling. Because....

Rangiku sobered first, wiping away tears that had finally fallen thanks to their banter. It was her second cry, because as soon as they started, they weren’t going to stop. And surely enough, when she wiped them away, fresh ones took their place. Doesn’t matter what emotion initiated them, or the emotion she was feeling right now. They weren’t going to stop for a while. And Toshiro would be there for her. He would cry with her.

They were the same.

Toshiro slid down onto the couch cushion, allowing Rangiku to fall over her and cry her eyes out. He didn’t mind. Instead of chastising her for the heavy drinking and name calling, he pulled her closer and ran a comforting hand on her head. She wailed and he remained strong and quiet, a stone of strength for her as he silently let tears slip.

Today hurt him. It really did, and he would rather be buried into a mountain of paperwork than consciously thinking about today. But Rangiku was hurting, too. It wasn’t just about him. They were both connected, they were the captain and lieutenant of this division, they heavily relied on each other and it was no doubt that they relied on each other now. More than ever.

Toshiro looked up at the calendar, the day circled in red and glaring at him from across the room. After all these years, his betrayal still hurt so bad. And had it awarded him? Death, and two people left behind that would never recover. Perhaps in a decade or two, they would cry less, but anything beyond that was hopeless.

He looked back down at the redhead, her face buried in his haori. Not his traditional division haori, but one that was decorated in daisies. A gift on his last birthday, after the fireworks. If it had been anyone else getting it dirty, they would no longer have the parts that would define their gender. Right now he didn’t care, only for Rangiku.

Only for him.

~*End*~

And that’s a wrap! Okay, so one down, and.... three more to go. Fun. In any case, I hope all of you enjoyed. Because drabble... and HitsuMatsu... so why not? XD Peace, Love and Happiness!

[kuroneko-hikage]

Deprivation

Another little bit of a scene that needed to escape my brain. This time, it's all Ichigo's perspective. Fair warning, this is a bit on the kinky side. Nothing too descriptive, but a scene is still a scene. Onward! For all muh peeps on discord....

~*~

Darkness.

Breath puffing out into an aroused sigh, Ichigo flitted his eyes around him as much as he could. Nothing but the solid black of velvet drawn tight across his eyes. He was trapped, caged in his mind with only his imagination and other senses to guide him. He knew where he was and the company he was entertaining tonight, but the satisfying deprivation of sight, of waiting with no cue as to what was going to happen next, sent a thrilling shiver down his spine and into quivering muscles. He shifted to let his tense body feel the effect these intense emotions were causing.

Restriction.

Ichigo bit his bottom lip as his skin crawled, feeling every inch of knot work snug enough to leave a bunch of marks on him the next morning. His arms were tied behind his back, rope patterned almost perfectly down his chest and legs, and he couldn't wait to look at himself in the mirror before going to work the next day. Some preferred going out dancing during the weekend, visiting family, or shopping after a hefty payday. This was Ichigo's weekend.

Giving up control.

Work was stressful. In a position of influence and power, Ichigo was paid to make big, risky decisions that paid off and furthered the company's agenda. Many looking up to him, followed his example, and went to him every time they needed help, even if they weren't in the same department as him. He was responsible and had the CEO's complete trust. As far as his family was concerned, he was the perfect son. Ichigo had a father and two sisters, all of whom thought Ichigo could do no wrong, who were understanding and patient. His father was proud of the strong, put-together man he raised, and his sisters constantly fought to have his undivided attention. And of course, he would always resolve the issue and everyone would be happy.

Ichiho mentally pushed all of that aside. It was time to let go of all that. It was time to submerge into the headspace where picture perfect Ichigo didn't exist. This world of sweaty lace, musky leather and black velvet.

Just as his body was relaxing into his bindings, a fingertip lightly circled around his knee, making him tense up again. It had come out of nowhere, and thanks to the blindfold, it was completely unexpected. He could feel every movement when though it was barely a brush. Ichigo let out a soundless gasp, nothing but rush rushing out of his lungs as the rope was snapped against his right thigh.

"You're beautiful," was a whisper in his ear, the proximity of the person speaking to Ichigo's face an exciting possibility to perceive. They were close, almost enough to kiss his ear, their breath tickling the the fine hairs on his neck. Ichigo couldn't help the smile on his lips. It was one of his favorite co.pliments. "Color," the voice demanded.

Ichigo would not say red, which would make the blindfold and ropes disappear, nor would he say his safe word and end the scene completely. He wanted this, and after a tough couple of weeks, he was going to get what he wanted. A little too impatient to say yellow and have things go slowly, Ichigo turned his head toward the voice and said with utmost certainty:

"Green."

Lips brushed his cheeks, making his body melt with satisfaction and jittery for more. "Good boy." The hand moved away from where it had been caressing his hip, though the lips did not move, instead smirking as if he knew that would be his answer. "Then let your dom take care of you tonight."

~*~

Meh, it's short, but regardless, I hope you liked.

[kuroneko-hikage]

Second life

A quick Toshiro character piece that I whipped up a bit ago. Not exactly a one-shot or drabble, but nothing that will turn into a full story. Just a little something-something that came to mind and I needed to write it down. Been a while since I wrote anything Bleach-related. A loooooong while. AU, Toshiro-centric, just had to get it off my mind. I hope some of you like it.

~*~

People never come up north, to do so would be facing the wrath of nature’s harsh, unforgiving cold. It would mean subjecting themselves to a difficult terrain of ice, mountains, and perpetual snowstorms. There was nothing of value up north, no settlements, excavation sites, or precious minerals to dig for. No one wanted to brave the ever-changing landscape, too fearful of losing themselves to a frigid sleep they would never wake up from.

In the same setting that most people described as nothing more than a frozen cemetery, there was still life. Toshiro only knew this vast, arctic wasteland as home. It was the place he had memories of most, and the place that he returned to whenever he left. A place he could not stray from for too long.

Despite the naysayers of the locals in the closest village to the hazardous northern mountains, Toshiro wasn’t anything special. He was not a witch, he was not some sort of god to collect yearly bounties. And he certainly was no madman. Perhaps the harsh weather had a small effect on his heart, and he did not show the emotions that were spontaneous to sprout when he did have human contact, but his unique situation did not start that way.

Like many others, his life was forfeit as soon as his parents had entered the storm one severe, January evening. Or at least, that is what Hyorinmaru tells him. “Some night in the first month of the year. The exact date eludes me.” Toshiro lets the detail fly away with surprising ease, the exact date unimportant. It was close enough to his own birthday that he would celebrate it together with his arrival here. Perhaps it was fate, that he was born to reside here. A romanticized and poetic notion, but the thought always amused him. He couldn’t say that he believed in such a thing called fate, but he was happy that it had happened regardless of circumstances; ridiculous as they may seem.

Driven into this forsaken territory that nations refused to claim, Toshiro never knew what their reason was, but it must have been extreme for his parents to take him with. What madness controlled them enough to risk it would forever remain a mystery to him. There should be anger there, in his heart, but his time with this place had shut out the heat it would cause in a normal human being.

But once again, Toshiro isn’t normal, and neither was his past. That night, he really did die. This bitter mountain range held no exceptions with a human child barely a year into its life. He does not remember any of what had transpired, only the results.

Hyorinmaru found him in his cave of frozen treasures, his den of collected things whether they used to be alive or not. Though his parents were long dead already, cradling Toshiro in a frozen casket made of their own bodies, Hyorinmaru was unmotivated to bother with trying to save them. Dragons could revive souls, but it was extremely taxing on them, and they more often than not decided against doing such things unless acceptable rewards were granted to them in exchange. When Hyorinmaru found Toshiro, he had just passed away, so freshly gone it couldn’t have been more than an hour. It was a quick and easy resurrection.

There was a consequence, though. When Toshiro came back into life, Hyorinmaru had imbued his element into Toshiro’s soul so he would survive the never-ending weather he was brought back into. His hair was drained of black, white forever bleeding out from his skull. Any time Toshiro traversed the storms outside his teal eyes would gloss over, as if there were nothing there but pupils.  More so than the physical attributes he gained with his new life, he was also tied to certain death.

Toshiro’s literal lifeline was tied to these mountains. Were he to stray away from here for any time more than a month, the magicks binding his body to this world would fade completely, and he would die again. Permanently. Occasionally, Hyorinmaru took human form, clad them both in white leathers and fur, to visit the surrounding villages and landscapes, but never for longer than a week.

Hyorinmaru taught him much growing up; the ways of the world beyond the mountains, the sophistication of the magicks coursing through all living things, and the nature of all mystical beings. Hyorinmaru taught him the history of the world, knowledge the humans still lack, and Toshiro’s immense potential to learn without their restrictions. At first, he’d thought nothing of it. He had no memories of his parents, twenty-some-odd years later and all he can conjure from his memory are half-frozen images that Hyorinmaru graciously embedded in his mind. The dragon didn’t seem at all concerned with them considering they were in the past and should be forgotten. His blasé attitude towards them was confusing to him, almost like he hated humans. When confronted, the only reply was given with a shrug.

“I do not hate them. I believe it is pointless to dwell. I do not hate you, but I do expect from you.”

When Toshiro had asked what it was he was expected to give, Hyorinmaru just chuckled. “I do not know what it is that you will give me, but you will give me something. You will repay me for your second life. Perhaps not in this century or the next, but it will come. Worry not, you are still young. You still need guidance. Knowledge. I have great anticipation for when you mature. I can feel it.”

So within this palace of dragon ice, Toshiro grows, learns, and develop. He was still young, even by Human standards, but he was determined. He was determined to live up to Hyorinmaru’s expectations. With not a single clue of what he would think proper payment would be to a dragon giving him an icy second life, he won’t let it scare him off. He grew up with a dragon that would threaten to eat him, half the time meaning it as a joke and half the time a legitimate threat.

Hyorinmaru was everything to him. He was able breathe again, to experience life in this realm, all because of him. If Toshiro were to die again, it would be by Hyorinmaru’s hand. Until that time would come, Toshiro would stay in the mountains, his home, and away from the humans he was first born from.

His parents are buried, forever part of the timeless sea of preserved bodies, obscured in thick layers of heavily opaque ice. Toshiro would join them. Not now, not in the next century, possibly not in the next millennia. It’s a fitting place, no other will do. He promises it to Hyorinmaru, roars it to the very tops of the mountains, whispers it to the naturally beautiful formations in the ice on a rare clear day.

Hyorinmaru is stoic except for the upturned corners of his mouth.

[kuroneko-hikage]

Suspended in Transcendence progress.

I was thinking about putting in little teasers from each chapter of SiT starting next week for each day to try and hype it up a bit. Also trying to be more active. Finished with the first five chapters, the prologue and the first interlude, about to attempt to create the sixth chapter when I get off work in two hours, and possibly hunt for more music. I hope some of you are still interested in the story despite it taking so long. Thank you for your patience.

[kuroneko-hikage]

Suspended in Transcendence Update

So, I'm still in the process of writing the rough drafts of this story, but it's going pretty quickly. Whipping up chapter four right now, and I'm very much enjoying writing the chapter titles. Each chapter will be switching between otayuri's pov. Guess who is who. (It's not hard. XD)

Chapter 1 - Moving Day

Chapter 2 - When you find a boy in your bed, and that you're dead, but don't remember either.

Chapter 3 - Quirky Apartment

Chapter 4 - How to hack someone's brain in the middle of sleep 101

[ashthe7th]

Half-Light

Chapter: 1/6

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Otabek Altin, Omega Yuri Plisetsky, Sexual Content, Knotting, Asexual Yuri Plisetsky, A little bit of angst, Fluff and Smut Series: Part 9 of Unconfused

Otabek thinks he’s ready for a lot of things. He’s ready to go back home to Almaty and face the world after it nearly ruined him. He’s ready to actually do something about his bad knee and not just hope it fixes itself. And he’s ready to knot his boyfriend, kind of. That bit may take some work.

[kuroneko-hikage]

Another good story to read!

[kuroneko-hikage]

Updates: Breathing and Writing

First off, I’d like to start with a few pieces of news. The important one - I’m not dead! Good health is important, peeps; mind, body & soul.

Second of all, I wanted to apologise that I haven’t updated anything here in a while, I want to change that. But that doesn’t mean I’ve been inactive! Which brings us to....

...thirdly, Suspended in Transcendence is coming along nicely, if a little slow. Once summer hits I’m going to attack it with everything I’ve got! I’m collecting images and music and fitting everything into their proper chapters. I plan it to be 15 chapters, plus three interludes, with a prologue and an epilogue. Sooo... It will have 20 parts in total. I’m hoping to at least complete most of the rough drafts before I start posting. Fingers crossed That I can post in a month or so! (Unlikely, but a girl can dream) >.<

Also this Kpop whirlpool has me drowning... Why does BTS have to do me in like this? When did it start? Last year in October, methinks. And it hasn’t stopped. I don’t think it ever will. So part of this soundtrack will be in Korean, just a warning. Fear not, though. There will be lyrics.

Aaaaaand lastly, @ashthe7th said she would do the mood board for this story, so I can’t wait to see what she comes up with! (because her boards effing rock and omg, I have another story to read. You see her post for the new one Half-Light?)

Anyway, this is getting long. If any of you have any questions, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll try to give more frequent updates. But I’m writing, I promise! I hope I don’t let any of you down! -Bows-

[toytheatre]

Baba Yaga and Vasilisa by Forest Rogers

[kuroneko-hikage]

So, basically my FIe,Fie story. XD I need to figure that story out better before I try to finish it. But currently my mind has been on Suspended in Transcendence. *Writes and writes and writes*

If you would like to start my Fie Fie story - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12375021/chapters/28149621

[kuroneko-hikage]

Of Tea Sets and Fish Nets

Title: Of Tea Sets and Fish Nets Rating: Teen Pariings: Otayuri, Viktuuri, minor mentions of Christoph/Phichit Warnings: Mutual pining, Slight angst, Merfic, Mild language Summary: Otabek is forced to spend summer with JJ and the crew in a sleepy little town just outside of St Petersburg, where he meets the love of his life.

A/N: Finally finished! This was supposed to be done for the @otayuribigbang last year, but this got away from me and I got busy, and I’m only just now posting it. I wanted to do a merfic for mermay, but never got the chance. This was the result. Please enjoy!

Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18292154

[kuroneko-hikage]

I dunno, it's been a while. So I drew some mushrooms. Please enjoy this two-minute sketch. In other news, still working on my YOI fics, I just haven't been able to because time.

[nae812]

I’ve been an army for several months and I love this boy very much. And I wasn’t going to draw him or anyone else from bts because I can’t draw real people. But… Whatever.

[kuroneko-hikage]

-Cries in thanks for this beautiful fanart that was obviously meant to happen-

[nae812]

It’s… um… j-pop? xD

[kuroneko-hikage]

My favorite Yuri on Ice character as my BTS BIAS!?!?!?! GAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!

[ashthe7th]

Howl (a song for the broken, the defeated, the lonely, the lost, and the beautiful) Chapter 2 - The Chance

Rating: M Warnings: Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Homophobic Language Links:  fic / art

Unwanted, is how Yuri Plisetsky would describe himself. Shipped away from Moscow after his father’s death, Yuri has to settle into a life in a tiny town with more wheat fields and cows than narrow-minded people. The town has its own problems, though; rumours begin to circle about a dangerous beast that’s killing livestock and terrorising families.

But, then he meets Otabek, a blunt, awkward, yet unbelievably hot, mechanic who’s different from everyone else. However, it’s foolish to think that things will start to get better. After saving an injured dog and unwittingly entering a supernatural web, Yuri isn’t sure if he can trust a werewolf, but something needs to be done before the beast moves from killing cows to people.

[kuroneko-hikage]

Otayuri Merfic and SiT Music

So... The Otayuri bang... Yeah, I think I failed it. My oneshot was going to be a merfic, but with double shifts at work there’s been no time for it. It’s done, mostly, just need to finish up loose ends before I send it to my beta @ashthe7th (You are the most wonderful and understanding friend ever in the existence of friends) and then I will post it. The Bang page probably won’t share it cause I haven’t turned it in. (Yeah, I know, I’m an irresponsible adult wannabe who can’t manage her time well.) Anyway, just posted this to rant/apologize to everyone because I suck. The end. 

On the upside - I did not expect to buy a Nintendo Switch last weekend, but I’m a nerd through-and-through, so... Merry x-mas to me. Now to find time for it...

And still working on Suspended in Transcendence... Yay, more Otayuri~! I find myself always wanting to work on this one whenever I get the chance to write. There I go shirking my responsibilities to my merfic again. Aish. By the way, I’m creating a playlist for SiT... I love music, so if you have suggestions for stuff to listen to, send it my way. (-Trying to pull herself out of the k-pop black hole she’s been in for the past several months-) I like diversity in my playlists.... but there will be kpop in there, too, fair warning. 

So yes, please feed me music. Kuroneko will happily eats it. And if it fits, it might sits in the SiT playlist. -nods-

[otayuribigbang]

Title: Howl (a song for the broken, the defeated, the lonely, the lost, and the beautiful)

Author: @ashthe7th 

Artist: EvanWing / @crappyartblog

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Homophobic Language

Summary: Unwanted, is how Yuri Plisetsky would describe himself. Shipped away from Moscow after his father’s death, Yuri has to settle into a life in a tiny town with more wheat fields and cows than narrow-minded people. The town has its own problems, though; rumours begin to circle about a dangerous beast that’s killing livestock and terrorising families.

But, then he meets Otabek, a blunt, awkward, yet unbelievably hot, mechanic who’s different from everyone else. However, it’s foolish to think that things will start to get better. After saving an injured dog and unwittingly entering a supernatural web, Yuri isn’t sure if he can trust a werewolf, but something needs to be done before the beast moves from killing cows to people.

Links:  fic / art

[ashthe7th]

Viktor can only jump up, not down. 

Yuuri taught him how to use the chairs as steps that morning, but he forgot. 

[kuroneko-hikage]

Gaaaah! So cuuuuute!

[maniacani-arts-blog]

Yuri Plisetski and Otabek Altin from Yuri On Ice!!!

Ok so my friend @mojoromo has this super nice otayuri red riding hood au and I JUST HAD TO haha Honestly, full view is your friend cus this is giant~

[kuroneko-hikage]

This is dope.