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Remember...

... how I said I was busy and didn’t have time to work on my fic?  This is what I was busy doing...

It was spent playing Brave Frontier lol. I had never heard of the game before Saturday last week and my friend told me about it and how you can get Boku no Hero Academia units, including All Might.  

So I started playing a game I had no idea how to play and with only 10 days to get All Might I lived and breathed this mobile game.  I was determined to get All Might but I promised not to spend money.  I barely slept and I still had to go to work and such plus I had no idea how to play the game and made lots of mistakes on powering up and using resources, etc. but I learned.

I almost gave up.  I don’t have his cape tho because there’s no way I could beat him with just three good units (even if the fourth was a strong friend) because I didn’t have enough cost, but all things considered, I think I did pretty well for someone who figured out how to play the game in ten days (I had to farm up coins and barely made it by the last few hours to get enough to buy him at the Event Bazaar) and didn’t have to spend any real money.  I was sorely tempted to, oh boy, but I didn’t.

I got Bakugou just recently, but I got Tsuyu earlier so I was able to max her out. My only regret is I don’t have Izuku yet, there’s like one more day to try tho!

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I have a huge file of lots of All Might | Yagi Toshinori x reader ( heavily leaning to self-indulgent on a few lol) ideas.  I actually have one general fic and maybe two or three regular All Might x reader ones, with one being the huge bulk and start of my ‘writing spree,’ if you can call it that.

I have a couple Villain!All Might ideas but one is now my pet project and it’s kind of taking precedence over my other first fic (even tho the first one is definitely 80% if my ideas/writing right now, this one is gaining a lot of traction now), but I find it’s actually really hard to write All Might | Yagi Toshinori as a real villain because he’s just too much of a sweetheart and I feel like it’s hard to write him as a villain without deviating far off of his personality, so at best my current one is like maybe Vigilante!All Might.

I’m also mad because I legit just want to write a drabble of All Might | Yagi Toshinori x reader, but I keep getting other ideas and adding actual plot so I can’t actually just write something small and just self-indulgent like I want to. Even this post is longer than I meant to be, it’s like I’m physically incapable of writing something concise and to the point without overthinking things.

And there are some NSFW bits but... I don’t really write that kind of stuff, at least not at detailed fic level, but they’re, uh, there, haha.  We’ll see if they make it to any final products. If there will be any final products, hahaha.

But then there are a lot of amazing fanfics and art popping up and I get distracted looking/reading them and then I think ‘wow these are so good, mine won’t be that good,’ so I’m a bit discouraged to continue or release any of my ideas,  but I do very much enjoy writing and thinking on them so maybe I still will, regardless, since it makes me happy!  I also encourage all the other creators to keep creating!! I always hope to see more crop up and continue getting updated!

I actually wanted to release a snippet here just to see how it’d go but I’m just too tired, the spirit is willing but the mind and body are weak, lol, so I guess I’ll just lament about it here and maybe eventually?

I’m just so tired and even when I sleep I feel very sick a lot, but I still get enjoyment from writing about my ideas, even tho they’re just little bulleted ideas here and there and I wish I had more time, energy, and a keyboard to really flesh them out and try. 

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Headcanon of Ichigo and Rukia's first born daughter bonding with her grandfather Isshin and he ends up teaching her habits that Ichigo really wished he could of prevented, or so he says.

"Besides, grandpa told me if we didn't keep you on your toes you'd end up like some sort of sad couch potato with a bad dad haircut--"

"A what?"

"You know, the kind middle-aged men have when they’re in a mid-life crisis, no purpose in life, receding hairline, balding--"

"Just call me 'Papa'!"

"The hell?  I'm her father!"  Ichigo scowled as he warily scrutinized his own father's actions.  Isshin paid him no mind as he made faces at his three year old granddaughter.  She merely blinked at him from his lap, her large indigo eyes wide with curiosity behind the bright orange hair inherited from her mother and father respectively.  "She can call you crazy old man!"

Not at all deterred, Isshin straightened up as he scooped her under her armpits and tossed her with much of his strength, sending her flying well above their heads as Ichigo tensed up, lunging at the pair.  Her giggles were drowned out by the sound of muscle meeting flesh from the solid kick Ichigo delivered to Isshin's face, followed by his cursing as he scrambled to catch his daughter.

"Don't curse around her!"  

Ichigo soon found himself in a position similar to his father on the floor, his head throbbing.  He quickly shook off the pain in a panic for his daughter's safety, instantly relieved to see her in the arms of his petite wife as she glared down at him.  His relief instantly turned to anger as Rukia continued to stand on his chest, scowling as he registered the hit she gave to him to intercept retrieving their daughter.

"Damn it, Rukia, I had her--" Ichigo grunted as Rukia's foot once more found itself planted on his face.

"What did I just say, fool?"  She hissed as she pressed her foot down harder on his face as she placed her daughter down on the floor carefully before turning her attention to her husband.

The three year old giggled from the floor, watching her parents interact with amusement.  Although they argued fiercely and loudly, there was no feeling of trepidation nor did atmosphere ever feel heavy or tense.  Despite her young age, she could clearly feel the passion and strong emotions underlying her parents actions.

"--always have to--" "--clearly in mid-air and you handling--"

"Psst."

Distracted by the call, the toddler looked around to catch the eye of her grandfather.  He beamed, pleased at his success for catching her attention.  He winked and tilted his head away from the couple.  The toddler tilted her head, mimicking his actions in confusion, her brows furrowing together.

Isshin had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from erupting in squeals as he barely contained himself from cooing over his granddaughter.  And then suddenly her eyes grew bright with understanding as she ambled over to him, a little unsteadily before Isshin scooped her up and quietly slipped away from the fray.

As Ichigo and Rukia's voices faded to a steady murmur in the background, Isshin glanced down at his granddaughter and grinned.

"Now, let Papa give you some advice!"

She only looked back, blinking in response but clearly listening.

"Sometimes, I know you feel a bit lonely since they're always busy, but you know they love you very much, right?"  A nod.  "But sometimes we have to give your momma and daddy some alone time in order to... Help things along!  After all, you don't want to be alone all the time, do you...?"

Her eyes widened at the implication and she fervently shook her head.

"Then for the greater good, sometimes we must leave momma and daddy alone--but fear not!  Papa is here to keep you company and soon, I am certain you'll never be alone again!"

She blinked, confusion clearly evident in her expression, but at her grandfathers light tone and encouraging smile, she returned it.

"So while you stay with me, Papa can teach you everything he knows and before you know it you'll have a brand new brother, or sister, or siblings!!  And then soon, you can teach them what I've taught you!"

"Teach me?"  She tilted her head to the side, processing his words as her eyes seemed to light up as she hopped up and down excitedly, "Brother??  Sister??"

"Yes, yes!!  All the siblings you want!  Twins, triplets, you name it--" Isshin supplied gleefully, hopping up and down with his granddaughter, sharing her excitement.

Overhearing the last of his father's words, Ichigo scowls at his father as he enters the room with Rukia in tow, "What the hell are you teaching her?!"

"Ichigo!"

Isshin later proceeds to teach his granddaughter the sacred tombstone breaking competition for grandmother's anniversary and annual family picnic along with many other ‘tips’ and ‘suggestions’ he has to offer, much to Ichigo's annoyance.

Ichigo thinks he at least escaped his father's 'alarm' strategy, only to find he must now be wary of his three year old daughter jumping on his stomach to wake him up at odd hour shift of the night.  And he can't lock the door to their bedroom since, well, how could he do that to his daughter?  What if she needed them?  

And as the years go by her technique becomes more refined and even... Life threatening.

Rukia scoffs, having adopted this method herself on days where Ichigo refuses to get out of bed ("Shit, Rukia, it's 7am on a fucking Sunday...." "And you want to teach your children that it's acceptable to lay about in bed being unproductive?" "And it's equally productive to sit on the couch watching shitty animated movies about a stupid bunny made for toddlers--shit!  Rukia!") she claims Ichigo is being a bit ridiculous and paranoid.  It’s not as if he's ever died from his father's attacks ("He could have broken my neck if I didn't have fast enough reflexes!") although arguably Ichigo could be considered half dead?  Surely his daughter couldn't be a threat to her own father!

Ichigo is a little worried that in addition to this, his daughter is a bit too competitive at times, although he's certainly proud of her determination and accomplishments.  

He just had some hope he would have been able to have some semblance of normality in life where he didn't have to wake up with a start and roll out of bed to avoid his children barreling into his room with a kick aimed at his face or any vital organ.  

"Why don't you wake your mom up with your attempts at parenticide?!"

"Because they know they won't be fed if they do," Rukia mumbles from the lump of blankets and pillows.  “Don't be so dramatic, Ichigo...”

"Hey!  I can cook too!"  Ichigo argues, but drops it at the deadpan looks from his children and wife.

Grudgingly, Ichigo admits his cooking isn't nearly as good as Rukia's.  Not that he'd admit it.

Ichigo often finds he must dodge his children's attacks, mainly his first born daughter, all throughout the day.  Some attempts seem much more serious than others and he legitimately questions his family's intention of whether they truly mean to kill him or not.

"Oh, come on dad!"  His oldest daughter frowns at him, crossing her arms over her chest.  "You always say we should protect each other!"

"Exactly!  Protect each other, not try to kill one another!"  Ichigo scowls.  He had just come home, exhausted, only to be greeted by a flying kick from his daughter.  Luckily, already built in with reflexes from such a young age, Ichigo hardly batted an eyelash as he merely dodged his daughter's kick, hand grasping her leg to use her momentum to twist themselves around as he sets her onto her feet outside the front door before shutting it firmly behind him.

Dumbfounded, she stands at the threshold of their home, her hands still up in front of her chest and clenched into fists.  She snaps out of it the moment she hears the door locked and turns around, shouting as she bangs on the front door.

"Hey!  Dad?!  Dad!"

Ichigo ignores her calls and continues into their home, not at all perturbed about locking his teenage daughter out as he falls back into the couch, sighing in relief.  He was even thinking he might have to criticize how predictable she was becoming.

Minutes later Ichigo wasn't at all surprised to see his daughter stomping down the stairs to confront him, a few twigs in her hair leaving evidence for him to suspect she probably scaled up the drain pipe and slipped in through an open window.

"You really think I'd aim to kill you?"  She scoffed, her expression haughty and not at all unlike her mother's,  " I only do it because I believe in you and I know you aren't weak!"

Ichigo merely grunted, glaring off the side at the snicker he heard from the kitchen.  Rukia, who had come home a bit earlier, was in the midst of preparing dinner.  She caught his glare, but merely smirked as she lifted a knife gesturing to the kitchen.

"Get off your lazy rump and assist me, both of you," Rukia scolded them, momentarily interrupting their stand off.  The two knew better than to argue with the matriarch of the family and with an unspoken truce they trudged to the kitchen to assist in any way they could without causing a mess of their meal.  

Their daughter gathered up the plates and utensils, setting up the table before casually continuing her defense.

"Besides, grandpa told me if we didn't keep you on your toes you'd end up like some sort of sad couch potato with a bad dad haircut--"

"A what?"

"You know, the kind middle-aged men have when their in a mid-life crisis, no purpose in life, receding hairline, balding--"

"Balding?!" Ichigo interrupted incredulously, scowling as he paused in chopping some vegetables as he reached with his free hand to touch his bangs, "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing," Rukia pauses in her own work as she reaches up to run a hand through his bangs, fondly tugging at the strands, "she's telling you we keep you from getting soft, fool, don't you listen?"

"Thanks to our family and our efforts, especially me," his daughter tells him smugly before looking up with him with a serious expression.  "You're welcome."

Ichigo can't help but roll his eyes as he reaches out and retaliates by tugging on the stubborn bang between Rukia's eyes with one hand while ruffling his daughter's hair with his other.  They both protest and push his hands away, but they're grinning as they hear footsteps of the rest of the family entering the kitchen.

Ichigo realizes that a long time ago he did think his father had been crazy and had become annoyed with his antics while longing for a more quiet routine.  He was almost horrified when he realized what his father had influenced and passed on to his children, but he really should have known that he never would have fit a 'normal' and mundane lifestyle.  

And he really didn't think he would have had it any other way.

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Ichigo: I’m Kurosaki Ichigo and I do what I want!

Ichigo: but let me ask Rukia first.

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How the last IchiRuki reunion should have played out

Rukia: Ichigo...! Ichigo: Rukia....! Rukia: You're alright by seeing that stupid expression on your face. And-- Ichigo: --Oi! Rukia: I'm sure that you're very-- Ichigo: --please don't. Rukia: --CHAPPY to see me?! Ichigo: ... Rukia: get it, Ichigo??  Chappy??  Happy?? Ichigo: ... Thank god you're cute. Rukia: what Ichigo: what

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WHAT IF Bleach ends on a note paralleling chapter 423 where instead of Ichigo parting ways with Rukia, it’s Ichigo and Rukia parting ways with his family and friends.

I’d imagine Yuzu would be the hardest for Ichigo out of everyone to say goodbye to, and for the sake of time I’m sure Karin explained to Yuzu what their brother really is/does and Isshin later explains everything to both the twins and helps prepare them for the ultimate possibility that Ichigo has to live in soul society permanently.

I’m also sure if Rukia had a say and there was time to reflect on her thoughts, she’d probably be against Ichigo having to give up his human life and even feel guilty about how they met and her incompetence (a strong word she’d alone use on herself and had Ichigo known he’d vehemently deny she is anything but) to do her duty to avoid dragging Ichigo into this lifestyle so quickly and forcing him to quickly evolve his powers.  The others, including Ichigo, might have tried to convince her it was inevitable that Ichigo would have become involved due to his heritage, but she’d still feel guilty.

But I imagine it’d take place in front of the Kurosaki clinic once again with all his friends and family looking at him with a mixture of emotions, glad that the world is saved and most of them came through intact but hurt to have to part ways with Ichigo (even tho they have the tickets needed to visit Ichigo as they please in soul society).  

Ichigo would turn to his friends with a smallest upturn of the corner of his lips.

“Guess it’s time.”

Rukia would be nearby, not quite at his side as she feels this is a private affair, but to be both a guide and support for when they do leave.  And Ichigo couldn’t be more grateful for her presence.

“O-oni–ii–ch–chan…!”

Yuzu would be sobbing and hugging her brother tightly as the others watch on, their hearts breaking at the sight.   Nearly incoherent, Ichigo would barely be able to make out anything but her term of endearment for him and he’d smile fondly as he gently strokes the top of her head.

“Come on, now, Yuzu.  Don’t cry, it’s not like it’s forever…”

He’d glance up and slowly take in the faces of each of his friends, as if trying to memorize their features by heart as he offers them a bittersweet but genuine smile before locking eyes with his father.

For once, the older Kurosaki only nods at him, his own smile in place, but only for a moment before he gives a subtle glance at Rukia and winking.  Ichigo glances over at the petite Shinigami out of the corner of his eyes, his smile breaking into a scowl as a light blush forms, but quickly he shakes his head and gives his father a quick glare before looking back down to his sobbing sister.

He’s glad Rukia didn’t notice, she’s too focused on the atmosphere.    Rukia had her own moment with the others, including his family where Yuzu gave an equally enthusiastic hug and wet goodbye that had startled the small woman.  He notices how her fists are clenched at her sides and her eyes seem to hold a brighter shine indicating the possibility of tears she’s resiliently holding at bay, but for the most part she only offers gazes of sympathy.

Traces of guilt also remain, something he takes note of to address later but for now he glances over his shoulder until she meets his gaze and offers a smile of reassurance.  She returns it weakly.

His eyes slide back over to the remaining familiar faces before landing on Karin.

The darker haired twin, usually more stoic and in control of her emotions in order to lessen the burden on her family, was stubbornly looking down at the ground.  She had offered a simple “see you,” and an awkward pat on his arm before Yuzu had finished her hug with Rukia and launched herself at her older brother.  

Karin had then stepped back to allow Yuzu her time to grieve, but Ichigo could see the way Karin’s arms were crossed over her chest, her posture stiff and her lips pressed into a tight line that she was not as aloof or in control of her emotions as she’d like them to believe.

“Karin.”

At the sound of her name, she jerks her gaze to meet Ichigo’s.  He smiles, a true genuine smile that reaches his eyes, his gaze full of warmth, understanding, and apology as he raises his unoccupied arm to her in a gesture of welcome.

“Quit it with the act and get over here.”

Though his words seem harsh, there is nothing but warmth and understanding and it’s all the push Karin needs for her to break her facade as she launches herself at her brother, wrapping her arms around him next to her sister and holding him tightly as they both sob without holding back.

Ichigo smiles down fondly at them, despite feeling his ribs groaning in protest at their death grip.  He sighs and manages to wheeze out, “Hey, come on, now.  Don’t make such sad faces.  Even if you can’t see me around all the time, I’ll be able to see you from time to time.  And you can visit, right?”

If possible, they’re sobs seem to increase in volume and power, making everyone in the vicinity wince, but despite everything the two seem to be able to nod weakly against his front, never once pulling away from him.

At this, Ichigo sends a look at Rukia, arching an eyebrow as if trying to make a point.  Rukia only frowns at him and crosses her arms over her chest.

’See?’  His look seems to tell her. ’That sort of line doesn’t make anyone feel better.’

Rukia huffs but says nothing as she looks away, a slight pink hue momentarily appearing on her cheeks.

It takes some time, but finally the twins are gently pulled away from Ichigo.  He doesn’t comment on how damp his robes are, or how they’ll be a constant reminder for the next few hours of what transpired and what he is leaving behind, but instead he bends down to their eye level to ruffle their hair in a comforting gesture.

“Thanks for everything.”

With that, he stands to his full height as he locks gazes with everyone, nodding to them all before giving them a confident smirk to break the tension.

“See you.”

Because it isn’t goodbye.  It isn’t the end.  It’s a change, and possibly a new beginning.

And as Ichigo turns from them towards the senkaimon, the light momentarily blinds them.  For a moment Ichigo squints before realizing Rukia is standing before the gate, her back facing him as she finishes unlocking it and turns to him with a comforting smile.  

For a moment as the doors slowly continue to slide open, the light surrounds Rukia in such a way that a halo surrounds her form and it’s all Ichigo can see and his heart seems to lodge in his throat, robbing him of thought and speech and leaving him with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and sensation that he’s finally…

Home.

Once the gate is completely open, Rukia extends her hand to him as two black butterflies flutter about them, patiently waiting to guide them through.  

Without a word, Ichigo returns her smile and takes her hand before they both enter through the portal.  

Ichigo glances back one more time at the people he’s leaving behind for the moment, his heart clenching at the sight of their faces slowly being blocked from view as the doors slide close.

He feels his hand being squeezed gently, focusing his attention back to the petite Shinigami at his side offering comfort and he squeezes back.

This time, this goodbye, somehow, doesn’t make him feel as empty or desolate as his previous goodbyes.  He is not left with a feeling of anxiety or an undercurrent of fear and uncertainty of what the future might hold or if he may ever see his family and friends again.

As he turns to look at Rukia, he only feels as if his chest is about to burst with overwhelming feelings of happiness, confidence and hope for the future.  

This time, he knows for certain that goodbye is not forever and that this is not the end.

It is a new beginning full of hope and opportunities.  

And he could think of no one better to share them with than with the person at his side at this moment.

Ichigo shifts his grasp on her hand and Rukia looks startled, as if she’s forgotten they had been holding hands for so long and reluctantly attempts to slide her hand out of his grasp, until she realizes Ichigo is merely adjusting his grip and soon their fingers are interlaced together.

Rukia glances down at their intertwined fingers before glancing up at him with a gentle smile.

Ichigo returns her look with reassurance and confidence as they both turn and continue on through the gate, hand in hand, knowing that whatever may come they’ll face it head on.

Together.  Always.