#wabisqueue.

[izuru-ru]

@moechorr from x

“Thank you...” he croaked, wincing when the sheet was removed. The sight was enough to make him vomit, had he anything in his stomach. His hands were already so wretched, thin, used only for the chores and pleasure of a man so cruel, it was only right that they should be torn to bits. 

He’d lost quite a bit of blood, and he struggled not to fall to his knees before this espada. Izuru knew not of Szayelaporro’s ways just yet, and he could only assume he was as maniacal as everyone else he’d had the pleasure of meeting in his awful place.

“I...he...” He choked back a sob, shamed as he watched the Octava inspect the damage. “I offered myself to him...I always fucking...do that...” Here, he was an unwanted whore, like one past his prime. Ugly and withering, wanted by no one.

[izuru-ru]

♥ + ME

relationship meme (accepting)

Relationship Status: engaged

Feelings toward them: so much love he doesn’t know how to deal with it sometimes

Fantasies about them: Their wedding night. Rose slowly undresses him out of his wedding clothes and works his way down his body at an aching pace, kissing and nibbling and loving every inch of him until he is shaking in anticipation. All the while he praises him and Izuru is too stunned to thank him or deny it. And then he fucks him so slow and so good they both cry.

Trait they like: his hands also everything

Trait they dislike: maestro

Favorite thing to do to bug them: put the cats on him when he least expects it

Favorite thing to do to cheer them up: Sit on his lap or write him a haiku

Nightmare they had involving them: He wakes up next to a goodbye letter.

Dream they had involving them: Izuru had been transformed into an actual kitten. Rose carried him around in his kosode all day.

Desire from them right at this moment: Marriage and for Rose to forgive himself.

[izuru-ru]

@moechorr for komo

He owed Hirako-taichou some tea, that was for sure. It was his fault they’d gotten so smashed the night prior, his fault that the captain of the Fifth was probably wishing for a swift and easy death. So in hand he carried two to-go cups of matcha, steaming through the lids. A peace offering, an apology gift, for whatever manner of hangover Hirako was now suffering.

Feeling a little ill, he stopped, taking a brief sip from the cup labeled with his own name. It was too hot of yet to drink, but he cared not for the burning of his tongue when everything else seemed to ache much worse.

“Ah...” he groaned a little, the tea easing his pain somewhat. “I’m such a fucking idiot...” Aloud, as if no one might hear.

[izuru-ru]

a starter for @zetsumei-shuuto

“Do you have friends in your classes?” he asked, knowing she spent much of her time mingling with those much higher in rank than a mere student, excelling though she was. He enjoyed her company, and so did Momo...but her experience in the academy was seeming far from normal, despite how much Karin claimed to want to be average. Damn her brother. Anything but average, it ran in Karin’s blood. 

[izuru-ru]

Have a kiss for no particular reason. Who even needs a reason to kiss someone they love so much?

It’s almost comical how dizzy he still manages to get from Shuuhei’s affections. That man, that boy, as he knows him, has some otherworldly power in his lips, even more extraordinary than their very profession. Izuru’s pout turns swiftly into a coy smile, his forehead coming to rest against Shuuhei’s. He’s on his toes a little, making himself tall enough.

“I miss you. You’ve been so busy…” He won’t complain, for he knows his lover needs to work to stave off his demons. But he needs him. He and Renji have been waking up alone most mornings. “The three of us need to do something together, you know. Go out. Or stay in. I don’t care…”

[izuru-ru]

@pernicious-charm from x

“Your kind?” he asked, raising his fine brows, parting his thin lips as if in protest. But before he can clarify, they’re so close. He can feel and smell Yumichika’s warm breath, mingling with his own, steamy against the slight chill in the air.

It was a soft kiss, an innocent one, all lip and no tongue, all breath and no teeth. Izuru, too, shut his eyes to receive it, bending his neck, tilting his head, letting their noses brush one another’s cheeks. Like a first kiss ought to be, it was sweet and sudden.

He came up for air just a little, keeping their faces close.

“I intrigue you?”

[izuru-ru]

@kazeshinigami from x

“Brave...?” It takes a lot of effort for Izuru not to snort. “Shuuhei...I’m terrified.” Luckily, the only doubt he does not have is about his love for Rose. That’s been long-since solidified. Everything else though...the future, his habits, his ability to be a worthwhile husband and lover...

He coughs. He’s had enough attention, hasn’t he? He’s the center of it lately, and it’s so fucking selfish.

“...he loves you, doesn’t he?” Izuru’s never heard it confirmed, of course, but he must. He has to love Shuuhei, because Shuuhei gives him all of himself, because, despite his protests, he’s lovable. He’s Hisagi-fucking-senpai, still, even in their age and experience. “He hurts you, Shuuhei. He hurts you because he’s him, and you’re just you. Right? Isn’t that how it feels?” He blows on his tea. “And listen, Shuu, my whole life is bad luck..” He shoves him gently on the shoulder, but then his hand settles there to squeeze his bare arm. 

[izuru-ru]

A starter for @zetsumei-shuuto

“Karin...” He leaned back against the wall, his crossed ankles squirming, the cup of tea in his hands threatening to spill onto his lap. Certain things just never go away, he’d found. Regardless of his circumstance. “Before you died, did you ever hurt yourself? Like, on purpose?”