( update: I got my blogs back - but Iâm archiving and starting fresh )
new Ichigo - @gxtsugatxnsho new multi - @cpirits

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@vinclis
( update: I got my blogs back - but Iâm archiving and starting fresh )
new Ichigo - @gxtsugatxnsho new multi - @cpirits
( update: I got my blogs back - but Iâm archiving and starting fresh )
new Ichigo - @gxtsugatxnsho new multi - @cpirits
( update: I got my blogs back - but Iâm archiving and starting fresh )
new Ichigo - @gxtsugatxnsho new multi - @cpirits
for every đ„ i get, iâll tell something distinctive about the way my character has sex.
can be anything from a specific kink to a preferred position and to the favourite time of day â just something their partner might remember them by. bonus: add a name something specific to that partner!
send me âAU!â and i will ramble about an AU i want to use more, develop and have thread in, or one i just donât get to enthuse about enough on my blog.
sexuality & gender diversity headcanons.  hereâs one for the lgbtq+ muses: put a number in my ask, and iâll tell you about my museâs gender or orientational identity and their relationship with it. tw: topics of homophobia, transphobia, dysphoria and discussion of internalised oppresive attitudes in some of the questions. if you want to help your followers to pick out questions a bit, tag this post with your museâs label(s) as you reblog!
what do you label your muse as, and how do they label themselves? is there a difference, and if so, why?
has your museâs understanding of their own identity changed after realising they arenât cishet, and do you see it developing further in the future?
when did your muse first realise theyâre attracted to the gender(s) that they are?
when did your muse first realise theyâre not attracted to the gender(s) that they arenât?
when did your muse first become aware that theyâre not cis?
when did your muse first become aware that their gender identity isnât within the binary?
how public is your muse about their gender / sexuality / romantic attraction?
is your muse out as lgbtq+? how specifically and in what situations, if that varies.
how much does your museâs gender identity and presentation differ from one another? is this a source of issues, or does the relationship between the two feel natural?
how does your muse feel about not being cis or straight? are they content with it, proud, ashamed? would the situation be the same if the culture or surrounding support systems were different?
have there been other meaningful people of the same or similar identities in your museâs life that theyâve looked for support or understanding from? how did that go, and was the impact positive or negative in the end?
what are your museâs feelings towards stereotypes relating to their identity? do they affect their self-image, or how they perceive others?
was your muse ever in denial about the matter? do you have any examples of specific instances where it was particularly obvious?
has your muse had feelings or experiences that seem to / do conflict with their identity? are these general knowledge? does it alter how others see them, or how they see themselves?
if the thing that originally caused them to realise / start the chain reaction to realising they werenât cishet had not happened, how much longer would it had take to end up here?
do they consider to âalways have beenâ, or do they see the phases in their life before coming out as âback when i was [cis/straight/allo]â?
how are their feelings towards pride and related phenomenons?
how does their family feel about the matter? friends? coworkers?âand does their thoughts matter to your muse?
whatâs your museâs relationship with the current state of their body?
what are your museâs feelings towards the culture of romance and sexuality as it pertains to their identity?
what words do they reclaim, what are they okay with being reclaimed, and what do they do not want to used to describe them?
âWhy, precisely, do you think I have served as Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 for a thousand years? Because in all those thousand years, no Shinigami was born to rival me in strength.â âGenryĆ«sai Shigekuni Yamamoto (BLEACH)
✠literate writing ✠12 different muses ✠ask always open
✠`12 years rp experience ✠featuring Captain Yamamoto ✠discord given upon request
My muse has been missing for years. Send đȘ to find them on your museâs doorstep.
Send me three words, and Iâll create a verse based on those words!
The whackier or unique the combination, the better!
Itâs Angst Hour!
Send my muse your angstiest asks, whether they be in character or out! Make them cry, make them angry! Make them feel EMOTIONS.
Kisses I want to write about:
Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve Aâs body against Bâs and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. Itâs just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each otherâs arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says Aâs name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at Aâs feet. B takes Aâs hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold Aâs face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring âitâs okayâ and âyouâre alrightâ and âIâm hereâ in between. âI thought I lost youâ kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. âWe canât do thisâ kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into Aâs neck. âCome to bedâ kisses: A has their hands on Bâs neck, murmuring the phrase softly. Aâs hands slide down Bâs arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. âYou look beautifulâ kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. âIâll be right backâ kisses: A puts their hands on Bâs shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. âI missed youâ kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in Bâs neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until theyâre out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, Aâs lips pressed to Bâs temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. Aâs arm is thrown behind Bâs seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into Bâs hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of âno, no, no.â Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (âno. No, stay awakeââ), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, Iâm right hereâ).
( might write some short drabbles tomorrow Cuz I feel like it. If you want something just like this and I'll make you something )
character aesthetic ; the broken soul hiding behind a strong face
We try to hide our feelings, but we forgot that our eyes speak.
@vinclis asked @âIchigo moved into the kitchen where Shiro was making food. ReachingâŠâ
Ichigo moved into the kitchen where Shiro was making food. Reaching for his skinny hips Ichigo pushed himself into his younger brotherâs ass. âHey broâŠYou too busy to play?â Leaning forward his mouth found Shiroâs pale neck, nuzzling the area and sucking.
   Eyes focused on the skillet before him, Shiro continued to stir the egg into the rice, giving no mind to the playful teasing. He knew how the other could be, but tonight, he wasnât having it. Scoffing at the question, he replied sarcastically. âIf you want your damn dinner tonight, then yes, too busy.âÂ
Fuck. Shiro wasnât having any of Ichigoâs teasing. Biting his lip he pulled away from his brother and moved into the entry way of the kitchen and the living area. Crossing his arms, he huffed. âOkay, fine.â He was indeed hungry so the prospect of food before any play was good.
âIâll wait here on the sofa until you get done.â
( starter call for my angsty Strawberry )
beep beep howâs my portrayal ?
( my ichigo cosplay from nyancon this past Saturday )