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“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, separated like stars.” ― Henry Miller

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Another “White on Black” #grimmichi

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After school work-out … sort of ;)

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懺

or repent, regret, confess sins ….

I strongly believe Ryuken never would repent. He’d rather chooses punishment.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s short, but I like it. Human AU, Grimmichi.

Grimm has a crush and no decent way to express his feelings… sort of ;)

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And now for something completely different :)

[prophecydungeon]

of all the little things in the bleach universe that add up to significantly larger things, i think my favorite is that hollows are not evil or damned souls — they were just forgotten. the reason that hollows even exist as their own separate subloop of the konpaku cycle between soul society and the living world is because a soul reaper was negligent in their duty to perform konsō and the soul was left to drown in its own grief.

like, that's it! there's no "inherent evil" to being a hollow and there's nothing that a soul would have done wrong to become a hollow; they're just what happens when a soul experiences the intense desperation of being left to starve through the negligence of a bureaucracy that also leaves their own citizens to starve in slums for centuries. no human soul is capable of being stuck grieving for themself for eternity.

and it's not like soul reapers are there to cast judgment upon a soul and choose who gets cleansed, because it's in soul society's benefit to cleanse as many souls as possible to keep them out of the hands of hollows, so it really genuinely just comes down to sheer luck whether or not a given soul becomes a hollow. which is why the arrancar are the coolest antagonists in bleach in this essay i w

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Shuhei, I love you, but you’re talking about your sword. If it wasn’t shaped like that it wouldn’t be very good at its job!

(I do get what he’s trying to say here though, there’s no classical beauty to Kazeshini like there is to Sode no Shirayuki or Senbon Zakura, no artistic design like Ashizogi Jizo or Tobiume, no specific purpose-function like Wabisuke or Suzumebachi. Kazeshini is just some sharp pieces of metal and a chain, and that’s more brutal-looking than a katana, even though a katana would probably be more effective at actually killing somebody).

[littleeyesofpallas]

So there’s a bit of nuance to this that Viz seems to have either missed or otherwise sidestepped.(in their defense this one is kind of clunky for english)

There is a kind of formal phrase inochi o toru[命を取る] that means very literally “to take…” or “to steal a life(span).” It’s almost pretty sounding and maybe a little sterile and abstract as a phrase. More common words for “kill” (korose[殺], kiru[斬る], korosu[戕]) tend to be more broadly applicable and depending on context interchangeable with things like “murder”/“slay”/“butcher”/“slaughter” etc…

But what Hisagi says here is inochi o karitoru[命を刈り取る]: “to harvest/mow/reap a life” playing off the toru[取る] in the compound karitoru[刈り取る]. (Funny enough the kari[刈り] he had to add to this phrase is the same kare[刈れ]: “reap” that’s his release call.) And there are a few ways to take that;

It could be a comment on the work being utilitarian and matter of fact, and perhaps even in mass number. You don’t mourn cut wheat, and you don’t harvest crops in any small number, you just do it, and you do it with a special tool made for the job.

Or it could be a comment on the way it plays with inochi[命]: “a lifetime/lifespan/lifeforce,” it’s not just ending a life in a fatalistic or predestined kind of way, it implies that there is an intended or natural lifespan and that Kazeshini interrupts that, cutting it short. It kills people who aren’t “meant” to die, it takes them before their time.

also the …katachi o shiteru daro[形をしてるだろ]: “it’s a shape/form/appearance (that reaps lives)” but in some contexts that katachi[形] can even read as “visage” so it has sort of a double play with the way the panel is drawn.

His rhetoric here around referring to Kazeshini also refers to himself, as he holds its blade directly in front of his own face and stares Findor down from behind it. “This shape reaps(literally because it’s a scythe)” and at the same time “This visage takes lives” because he’s showing that he’s changed his tune and gotten serious by announcing, “This is the face of a murderer.”

And that loops back around to Hisagi’s self image problems. He says he doesn’t like Kazeshini, the reflection/manifestation of his own soul, because of how it looks. He doesn’t like how a scythe looks like a tool made to cutting its targets down; he doesn’t like how showing his power and true nature makes him look like he’s a natural killer.

And reminder, his own name, his personal name and not his family one, is Shuuhei[修兵]: “Disciplined Soldier.” He’s not just paranoid or overly self conscious, he was born to be a solider(he was even something of a prodigy as an academy student) and he knows it, and he appears to hate it.

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I‘m lazy: a lazy writer, lazy in posting, lazy in tagging… or rather, maybe, inept. BUT, here you go: the thing I wrote for 6/15

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Late, but not too late: happy #GrimmIchiDay

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Have a Cyborg-Grimm, because, why not ;)

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#Draft Grimmjow x Starrk

*”I bet you're one of those liking it hard and fast, or am I wrong?”*

*Grimmjow looks down on the guy kneeling between his legs. Drowsy, almost disinterested grey eyes look up. But then thin lips stretch into a knowing smile as Grimmjow's hand grabs for dark, brown, chin-long locks and lightly pulls on them. *

*Ah, hit it spot on,” the guy purrs and slowly stands up. He puts the pencil he deliberately has let fallen a few seconds ago right beside Grimmjow who’s sitting shirtless on a mixture of an old barber-shop chair and modern dentist patient’s chair. *

*”That’s the problem with you youngsters. All those muscles, all that power and strength. And for what? The stamina of a short-distance runner!” *

*He is leaning into Grimmjow, obviously is teasing him. He can't be that much older, Grimmjow muses. Maybe seven, ten years, but not much more. Although, it is hard to tell. *

*”Afraid you're not getting it up in time, old man?”, Grimmjow asks with a low snicker, slightly backing off from the other. How has it come to this? All Grimmjow did, is walking into a tattoo shop and asking about the possibility to cover-up his tattoo on his back. And the guy sitting, or more like lying, on an old shabby sofa in the corner of the shop did not seem too enthusiastic about a new customer. So much so, Grimmjow almost has left the shop again. But somehow he's ended up on that chair anyway, half naked and semi-hard. *

*The guy’s hands suddenly find their way on Grimmjow's thighs and let them wander up, up, and up. Grimmjow slightly twitches upon feeling curios fingers trailing along the waistband of his pants and sucks in some air as two fingers dive down the fabric. Not because the hands of the shop-owner are cold, they are indeed warm and surprisingly gently. Damn it, has it been that long he'd been touched?*

*"Hmm, interesting," the guy murmurs amused and locks his eyes with Grimmjow's.

*It looks as if that light grey color of his iris is reflecting Grimmjow's own blue color. Or maybe somewhere behind him there's a blue light-source, but Grimmjow suddenly feels almost enchanted by that look and can't let go of it. He's leaning further back to have a better view and he feels his heartbeat getting stronger. And there is this fluttering, undefined feeling in his stomach – something he hadn't felt for a very long time. Shit, this isn't good. Not at all. He's returned to Tokyo only a couple of weeks ago, after five years and six months living and working in Kushiro. Although being one of the bigger cities on Hokkaido, Kushiro still felt more like a village. A very traditional, secluded village with a society's mind stuck in 1950. Grimmjow's unmissable appearance and the fact that his teammates made no secret about their beliefs about gay teammembers had lead to a lean period. A very dry lean period obviously, because one of the first things he's doing upon being back in modern civilization is falling for a tattoo-artist he does not even know the name of. His irritation must be written all over his face because the guy slowly pulls back his hands and fingers.

*"Second thoughts?", he asks and there is no sign of accusation or complaint in that thick and smoky voice.

And maybe it's this question, or the tone he uses, or the fact Grimmjow truly hasn't had sex for quit some time, or the reason that after five and half years there finally is no longer a reason to hide his sexuality, or the tiny detail he truly is as horny as fuck, but he's reaching out and stopps the guys hand from leaving his skin.

This time it's him leaning into the other and in a bold move his free hand grabs for the other's crotch. He hums approving upon finding a promising hard and thick rod twitching in his palm.

*"I see, no problem getting it up in time," he purrs lowly, slightly leaning his forehead on the guy's stiff shoulder. Who wouldn't stiffen up upon suddenly getting his most delicate parts manhandled? Grimmjow grins satisfied and turns his head to the side. His lips are almost in reach of a delicate neck and throbbing vein but instead just whispers huskely: "So, what about your stamina, old man?".

*A light, short laughter escapes the dark-haired man and he relaxes into Grimmjow's touch.

*”Think you've got enough for a marathon, youngster?”, he snickers and pushes him back. Grimmjow lets go of his hold and leans back on his arms, a challenging glint in his eyes and an almost madly looking grin on his lips. He rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically.*

*”Got anything else then sport allusions?”*

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Submissive kitty, or something... 🥴

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Orange moon and blue claw,

Cling on and downfall

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Have a *soft* and a *surprised* Grimm

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Still every night I burn II

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Smoking

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The moment you realise you’re stuck in a certain hell: when you see things “normal” people won’t 🥴