so, i like writing for characters that i like. like every other fanfic writer, but i usually lean more into the kind of stuff thats not fluffy. or i try to atleast.
i get really dark with my stuff in @thesongofdepravity
freaky stuff if you're 18+ @thesongofdebauchery
im a 18 year old black writer who likes to write angst for black readers. without putting all that "and you blushed" bs (call me ser, i go by they/them)
i primarily like to write for bleach, chainsaw man, dragon ball, final fantasy 7, and jojo's bizarre adventure...but anything in the tagslist is fair game.
grand masterlist | Hell's Best Man (Obey Me Fic) | Counting All The Stars In Your Eyes (FF7 Fic)
tags explained:
thesongoffalsity - general stamp for writing stuff
falsity's song - random ass thoughts (and there's a lot of those)
falsitysingshbm - Hell's Best Man stamp...it has smth to do with it
"do you have any bleach hot takes—" people are way too unimaginative (especially on tiktok) with how they refuse to ship anything that isn't canon . this fandom is one of the most sexist i've seen . nobody should be sexualizing orihime or ichigo (which shouldn't be a hot take but you know) since they're literally 16 . shinji (and most of the other vizards) are probably mentally ill even if kubo didn't put anything in confirming that . that's the post i guess . oh and ulquihime is weird
honestly i agree i get so pissed using my tiktok. like i made an acc to see more creative bleach content coz insta dont. AND. they are so close minded its insane, like if you're into ichigo kurosaki obviously you will automatically age him up ?? you dont assume in some of these rarepairs its happening??? like.
and then these bitches will see orihime as just an object to sexualize because "she has some big biddies on her" like. SHE DIDNT ASK FOR THAT NEITHER DID SHE ASK OR SHOW IN HER ACTIONS SHE WANTED TO BE TREATED IN THAT WAY.
i get so scared to befriend new people and mention my hyperfixation cause i get that most bleach fans are daft as fuck and it irritates the hell out of me.
all you ever get out of them are tsukishima jokes, sexual jokes for yoruichi, soi fon, rangiku, and orihime... and no GOOD character analysis posts
so like i finished hunter x hunter...the anime. not the manga.
okayyy the ending though im like so excited like. he just said that there's MORE out there...if ykyk.
but. rewind rewind.
there's a whole lotta bullfuckery and mischevious chucklemisters I DONT KNOW WHO THE HELL TO TRUST.
so in all honestly im not gonna feel to bad to admit my favorites but i do like hisoka, not for the shit and creepy relationship he has with gon and killua but for how he seems to be creepy--as he seems to be okay with and no one else seems to try and step in his way. coz his ass js. ARGH. that bitch hisoka.
and like this thing where people can sense bloodlust amazes me in a sense like. kinda goes back to my reason why i am fascinated w hisoka. like. these people are hella hyperaware i feel. (like no duh because i get this shit more out of anything cuz the chimera ant arc had to be my fave) could never be me i always be in lala land even in the store buying groceries 🙏
i willlll be reading the manga at the point the anime ends btw. then might try to reread from the beginning in the manga.
in which: you and nanami fall in love, take that vacation, and do it all over again.
genre: fluff, pure tooth rotting fluff (with some numbing angst and a dash of smut)
notes: strangers to lovers, reader is black (duh!), slight innuendos, nanami survives mahito but still has physical and mental scars,
special thanks! @thesongoffalsity for proofreading
for further imagining: my moon my man by fiest, xo by beyonce, sip into something soft by hiatus kaiyote, a couple minutes by olivia dean, fire and desire by rick james and teena marie, venus is a boy by björk, freakum dress also by beyonce
wc (titles excluded): 2.4k (that’s a record for me personally)
painfulness with a touch of tender subtlety
oh… how kento LOATHED the sorcerer world. the higher ups demanding more and more, curses growing stronger, the “game” that he barely survived. the physical pain from all the scars, the ringing in his ears from the mental pain.
the way he looked at himself in shame and insecurity whenever he walked by a mirror. the things he’d repeat to himself that affected his stern, mentor-like image, the thoughts of others judgements flowing like a stream, itadori, the young man he saw as a son, crying for him when mahito fatally injured him, the sterile smell of the hospital, the therapy sessions, everything that happened to him which culminated his reasons for leaving the jujutsu sorcerer world, much to everyone’s surprise (and disbelief from some of the elders within)
itadori’s distraught, hoarse from all the screaming voice trying to make sure he was still living and breathing, even though is condition thanks to mahito had him teetering on the edge of life and death in that moment. he was rushed to the nearest hospital, treated, had to get some things fixed which led to his scarring.
that was his life… up until he met you. a serene woman with god-like beauty. your hair always done no matter the style, nails well manicured, and you were dressed impeccably. even on a casual day.
your perfume always complemented you, and he memorized every last one by scent family AND name, plus, who created it. he paid attention to the little things about you. if you were stressed, wanting him, hungry, sad, angry, or.. if you needed to chat. kento nanami is observant, and NEVER misses a beat. never has and never will miss one. he keeps extensive track, physically and mentally. to some, it’s obsessive, but to you… that’s what made him perfect despite his flaws.
the way you two met was a cheesy romance. no one’s complaining 🤷🏾♀️
note: sip into something soft plays here.
funnily enough about you two meeting is: you met at a secondhand library! while browsing about, your nose got lost in a good book while carrying a wholeeee other stack before going check out and— “oh shit, i am SO sorry! let me pick that up- i had gotten lost in the words and-“ “there is no need to explain. here. i will help.” he carefully picks up the toppled books and puts them in a stray basket from another customer in a neat pile by genre… “thank you so much…” you breathe deeply. you stare into his eyes, looking at him, assessing him.
you hold your gaze.. not out of fear, but out of being smitten by him. someone who thought of himself as broken in his mind. on the contrary, you found him beautiful. “and… what is your name?” he asks, taking out a notepad so he would never forget this moment. this catches you off guard, out of all of the… 7, maybe 8 years you’ve lived in japan, the failed dates, drama, background checks, the amounts to fully giving up and sheltering yourself because of these shortcomings… no one’s ever asked your name. “m-my name? my name’s (y/n).”
you sputter out shyly: “i-i can give you my information! we should keep in touch-!” “slow down. please.” he holds a hand out to calm your nerves. and on his wrist is… a rolex. and he well built too! you could tell from his arms, the veins, the voice, the way his cadence commanded your attention, his tom ford black orchid cologne— but enough about that. he holds out the notepad to you. in a gesture that screams “go on.” and so you did. hurriedly scribbling your contact information, making sure it still remained legible as possible.
the note on that paper read: “y/n l/n, xx-xxxx-xxxx, contact me if you’re not busy! :)” and in return, nanami gives you his former business card. he did carry his phone with him, but would always put in numbers after someone reached out to him. “my card. do call me any time of day. as long as i am not dealing with anything major or bullshit on someone else’s part.” he says sarcastically, fixing his leopard spotted tie and clearing his throat from the amount of speaking he just did. you flip over the card… inspecting it.. “nanami.. kento.. nanami.. nanami.. i’ll keep that in mind! thank you so much!” he nods, the both of you going your separate ways.
that went well, surprisingly!
you just HAD to tell your homegirl, alexandra from back home. as soon as you stepped into that apartment, you kicked off those shoes and ran straight to your room, slamming the door and screaming like some girl who got an autograph from a boy band.
you immediately run to your instagram and blow up her phone. after some exchanges, a voice message, and a thirty minute phone call it was decided: you reach out to that fine ass man any chance you got. so this was your plan: you wait a few days, do work, respond to other. people, do your day to day tasks and FINALLY mustered the courage to reach out. you shakily put his name, his phone number, and email address into his contact information, and FINALLY sent that fated message.
note: the moon my man plays here! (thank god, finally.)
unknown: hello, is this nanami kento? i’m y/n. the lady you met at that bookstore from a few days ago, i hope i reached the right number.
silence… silence, more silence. your heart beats wildly like the bass in the club, the TV was playing some mindless game show in the background, you held your breath and closed your eyes hard, praying and praying to whatever higher powers are out there into making sure you had the right person… and then… ding! jackpot!
nanami kento: yes, this is he. it’s good to hear from you again ms. (l/n), how are you?
y/n l/n: i’m doing great! thank you so much for asking! what about yourself?
nanami kento: i could be better, miss. still trying to recover.
y/n l/n: oh no! from what might i ask?
nanami kento: i would rather not say. i don’t think you would understand either.
y/n l/n: i completely understand! :)
the two of you chatted normally, about life, the weather, things in the world, your horoscope compatibility (which he didn’t really believe in but still told you regardless) what you did today, if you needed anything, and if you had plans. like any other normal talking stage. after a few moments…. ding!
nanami kento: y/n, i have a question for you.
y/n l/n: do tell? 🤨
nanami kento is typing….
nanami kento: how would you like it if we met up for dinner. my schedule is free for either this evening at eight thirty or perhaps.. wednesday at noon, by any chance?
the dam that is your heart breaks. HE WANTS A DATE??? it leaps with joy! your legs kicking in the air like an excited child who just got offered a piece of cake for free
y/n l/n: tonight! just push it back to nine please!
nanami kento: understandable, come in your best dressed as well. i want to take you out to a specific but beautiful restaurant.
introducing: the first date!
note: freakum dress plays here.
you dolled yourself up for him, making sure your hair was slicked back, your makeup all done, you wear a black bodycon dress that showed your curves, your best perfume on and your purse all packed. wallet? check! keys? check! even though you probably wouldn’t need to drive because he arranged that he would pick you up from your apartment. while on the couch, you prayed and prayed hard that this date go right. praying that this won’t be another failed date and you would be left kicking dust and in your feelings afterwards.
soon enough, after five minutes your phone goes off again. kento was a timely man, as anyone should be on a first date.
nanami kento: i am outside, it’s no rush at all.
y/n l/n: okay! i’ll be down there in a moment! :)
it’s no rush, he said. but you still want to make a lasting first impression on him. before leaving, you make sure that you’re in order, once again. keys, purse, wallet just in case, phone.. seems everything was in order! you slip a mint between your glossed lips and keep it pushing. when you got downstairs.. you are greeted by him, his black sedan, and flowers in his hand. such a gentleman he is.
the date and the aftermath.
note: venus as a boy (date) + fire and desire (post-date) play here
when you and him arrive to the place he takes you, he does what any gentleman does: open the door, take your hand, lead you to your table and help you sit down. you order your drinks: a water for him, red wine for you. soon enough, you begin to converse. “soooo….” you trail off, “what do you do for a living?” you question him, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. “me? i used to be..” he begins to have flashbacks to shibuya, the scars, the blood loss, yuji’s pained voice and face… “a salaryman.” he lies smoothly, catching himself. “oh, fancy.” you tease. “not too glamorous, i will not lie. but it was worth it for me. so, tell me, what do you do?” “me?” you giggle. “i do many things. i… am a ceramicist, i paint, i often teach classes at the local art school, i do almost everything to be honest.” his eyebrows quirk up. “everything?” “yes, almost everything, sir.” you playfully correct him.
the main courses of the night arrive to your table and soon a very not so awkward silence falls over you. the two of you chat and make jokes.. soon enough, the date has come to a close. “h-here, let me pay. i-“, but nanami being the kind man that he is stops you. “no, i’ll pay. you are a joy to have.” it seems like… this was a payment from the universe herself. him paying for everything? a dream come true. he pays for the both of you, and make your way to his car. the ride back is awkward, somewhat. “thank you for taking me out, kento. this is.. lovely. everything was lovely.” you softly confess, your face heating up because of your feelings, your heart fluttering in your chest that you can actively feel.
he stops at your apartment, the door to the complex is a glass pane. “may i walk you back?” he asks. “walk me back? you can do more than just… walk me back, sir.” you tease him, which makes him blush a little bit. he walks you back, you unlock the door and step inside. “you can come in too, if you’d like..” you say softly, your eyes downcast, a smile on your lips.. and so, he accepts the offer, stepping inside. he gazes at your place, art, art, and even more art. books, a coffee maker, anything that would make a house a home. “welcome! it’s not much but—“ “it’s perfect. like you.” he admits bluntly. “e-excuse me?” you sputter. “you heard what i said. it’s perfect. like you.” you couldn’t believe your ears… he found you and your work, your home, absolutely beautiful. “t-thank you… i.. i think you’re handsome as well.” no one has ever called him handsome, especially due to his scarring on the opposite side of his body. “you’re kind, y/n. but i personally don’t think so.” he admits shyly, not like his usual rigid character. “why? i think you’re hand-“ he takes that leopard spotted tie, takes off his suit jacket, and unbuttons his shirt to reveal… scars. ugly, but healed scars. “is… this what you were hiding from me?” you ask tearfully. he nods, also tearful. “so then… what did you actually do? you said you were a salaryman..” and soon, the dam breaks. “i was a jujutsu sorcerer. i know that sounds odd to you, but it’s a world of people that protect humans from… their own negative thoughts and actions.” he pauses, his ears ringing from yuji’s screams for help then… “i left because what you see, was a fatal injury.”
“kento… i-i’m sorry. ill be here to support you, in any way shape and form. i.. i love you.” “i love you too, miss y/n.” and he takes you in a passionate and searing kiss on that couch, pinning you down, making sure you’re comfortable. his touch is worshipping and reverent, being careful with you. and soon enough… you had more than kissed than that night. the night became filled with the two of you, making love on that couch…
timeskip…
mister and mrs. nanami
note: a couple minutes plays here
soon enough after that fated first date, you had gone to see him and him coming to see you, the two of you bonded and grew with each other. soon enough… the words: “will you be marry me, y/n l/n?” were uttered and of course, you said yes! planning was long and extensive, the guest lists were made, caterers, music.. but everything turned out to be beautiful. at the wedding, his vows made you shed real tears… because he truly meant the words that he uttered.
the recession was just as beautiful, it was truly ripped out of the page of a fairytale. you met the young man that nanami basically saw as a son, yuji, yuji itadori. he teases the both of you as any young person would do; and soon enough, you and your now-husband rode off into the sunset. ‘JUST MARRIED’ in bold lettering (courtesy of satoru) the rear windshield reads, flowers flying into the air while the car breezes by on the road effortlessly. “so where do you want to go for vacation?” you ask? he sighs, and simply says: “malaysia. i have always dreamed of going there.” “ahh… i’ve never been, personally. but let’s make it our honeymoon.” you reply sweetly. “i love you, kento nanami.” you say, kissing him and leaving a mark of red lips on his cheek. “i love you too, mrs. nanami.” he kisses you on the lips.
the vacation! (epilogue)
note: XO plays here
you decided to make the honeymoon a 14-day trip. the reason being? he wanted to take in all the sights. the beaches, the jungle, the markets, perhaps pick up souvenirs for yuji and whoever else wanted something. he tells you to pack your best, but also pack some casuals. and so you did. the flight there was delayed by an hour, but you both didn’t mind. he made sure to get the best seats so that you would be comfortable. “you didn’t have to.. honey.. first class is too much for me-“ “you are my wife. you deserve the best.” which made you tear up a little bit. “awww… honey.. thank you.”
“no, thank you, my dear.” he said, kissing you on the cheek. some waiting, some small issues later, you two finally boarded the plane… and were off to this beautiful country.
probably a scalding hot take of mine but i don’t like kazui kurosaki. it comes from a very vain and simplistic reason that is very much biased:
p.s if you very much love kazui just dont read this further. also im a huge advocate of ichigo being aroace so there is THAT aswell.
i just don’t like the thought of ichigo having a kid. i know he certainly would have a kid as is the nature of most shonen mcs… i just don’t like it. like why does he have to have a kid that will possibly lead to more conflicts. like. WHY THE HELL IS THE KID OVERPOWERED…AND CAUSE OF THIS THEY ALSO WILL HAVE TO FIGHT BATTLES NOW. this shit happens too much to the point just put the rubber on man.
you know though maybe this is where it gets vain but i would like it if the hybrid of humans, soul reapers, hollows, quincy, and fullbringer was the one and only. like why the hell is it being carried now there shouldn’t be a population of these bastards. anyone crossing the kurosaki household is absolutely fucked. there’s a mini ichigo at idk maybe a fifth of the true one’s power. this of course is if all of that indeed got carried to kazui which im sure is the case cause white got carried to ichigo.
so i forced my best friend and her little sister to go with me to the bleach movie so i wasnt alone and. tell me why she thinks grimmjow’s resurreccion form looks like… a DOG.
she barely knows anything about bleach and has only watched the first episode but the second i introduced grimmjow she loved him all except for pantera :( according to her its the ears and i guess so but his mannerisms give kitty cat 100%…though im a cat owner so i’d know this she isn’t
saddening to know she isn’t a true grimmjow lover 😔 hopefully once she watches the show she’ll have a change of heart cause grimmy is easily in my top 3 anime characters
got to see the bleach movie in dub...(i wanted to watch it in sub cause quite frankly i hardly blinked the whole thing. buut i went with my friend and her sister who doesn't watch anime so. ya know.)
it was good, im excited to see how the story ends on a BETTER note than the manga...barely got to see all of the creator talk cuz i had to try and beat freeway traffic and shit. glad they kept certain manga panels highlighted.
Have some... shippy fish art that doesn't need to be censored UvU I'm sorry I have not shared much here at all 😭 I never had energy to prep posts for Tumblr when I finished art, but I think doing it at work when I have some time in-between is the way to go lol.... Enjoy! X)
i dont think ive ever made it obvious on this account but i play video games and i love to play them. But i especially love fighters/anything where i can be violent within the game in some form…and csm is set to have a game. And i love csm for how gorey and shit it is…and dear god im just FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I WANT IT SO FUCKING BAD PLEASEEE
im deadass gonna start barking at the moon i need some gameplay video released soon. I wanna be chainsaw man and slice up bitches to heavens come 🙏
